Hi guys. So I know I haven't been updating for weeks. You see, I have school to deal with, 2 CCAs(something like football and stuff. Mine is proudly aikido and symphonic band) and on top of that, I have piano, chores, homework and I also have to deal with my tiredness. This chapter is not a good chapter as I did not have the time but yea...

This one is for Mori. I am sorry I couldn't follow exactly to what you wanted so that is why this chapter is version 1. If I have the time, I'll write a better one but for now, enjoy.

"Onodera, open the door," Takano called out and waited patiently for the man's response. Silence. He huffed and tried to call out again while knocking on the door. His response still did not come. Losing his patience, he slammed his hand on the door and made towards his own house. If he was not going to come, why bother?

Creak. Takano's head swiveled around and found himself staring into emerald eyes. For 2.5 seconds. Then, Onodera shifted his gaze towards the ground. This gave Takano the chance to scrutinize his outfit-of-the-day. And didn't know whether to store the memory away so that he could use it as blackmail against him or push him against a wall. Onodera was wearing a navy sweater with holes at the elbows, coated with a thick layer of dust and pastel colored pants that were not-so-pastel anymore. Worse, or the cutest (Takano couldn't decide), was the apron. It was 5 sizes too big for him

It was just so unappealing, the way he wore it. And this was coming from Takano.

"What..." Onodera grunted, flushing in an adorable red. When he saw Takano looking at his clothing, he too looked down and was startled to find himself still wearing that blasted apron. Immediately, he turned away from Takano and stormed into his living room. He came back a second later, meekly inviting Takano into his house. Takano merely raised an eyebrow, amused.

Taking out his shoes, he entered Onodera's house and was somewhat amazed at the progress he had made in cleaning his house within two hours. Well, it's not much but hey, progress was still progress, right?

"So, what do you need my help for?" he asked, his eyes following Onodera's back as he busied himself with cleaning the floor of the living room. He was handed with another broom. His eyebrow quirked.

"Are you seriously going to ask me to use a broom? What a waste of time. Do you even have a vacuum with you?" Takano grunted, shoving the broom back into Onodera's hands.

"..." Onodera blinked, his face seeming as if he did not even know what a vacuum cleaner was.

'Pampered little prince,' Takano sighed. He rocked on his heels before heading to the opposite direction of Onodera. The question directed at him was only answered with a quick 'I'll be back'.

After 5 minutes, Takano entered Onodera's house. He handed Onodera the vacuum and was rewarded with a blank stare.

'Really a pampered little prince,' Takano thought and decided to say it out loud.

"Hey, it wasn't like I wanted to be born into the Onodera family. Rather, I want to be born into a normal family with average salary income and stuff," He mumbled, avoiding Takano's look. Actually, if Takano was honest with himself, Onodera seems to be avoiding him. He keeps walking away from Takano, not prolonging conversations, even work related ones, and he just wouldn't look him in the eye. This really bothered Takano. Was Onodera just tired and more importantly, had he grown tired of him?

"..." Takano shook his head, both in disagreement and in an attempt to clear his mind. He was just thinking negatively. But still...

4 hours later, they were finally done with all the cleaning. Takano stood back, admiring the shiny floor that he himself had scrubbed. His hand wiped away the droplet of sweat and thought about the process of cleaning itself. It was done in silence, with the occasional 'Where do you put this?' or 'Help me with this please'. Usually, Takano would approach Onodera on this and force the answer out of his mouth but today, Onodera just had a vibe surrounding him saying 'Don't disturb me'. Ok, he has that all the time but this one was unusually strong. Thus, the quiet cleaning.

"Ta...Takano, would you please sit here?" Onodera offered, shocking Takano out of his reverie. His voice, somewhat solemn and nervous. Takano's eyes narrowed, his heart thumping. What was this? Why the sudden offer? Was there going to be bad news? Suddenly it all makes sense now. Onodera had gotten tired of him. Overwhelmed by this thought, he stumbled back onto the sofa and sat with his head in his palms.

He didn't even realized that Onodera had gone and came back with a guitar in his hands. He didn't even realized that Onodera was staring at him, and that he was practically trembling. So lost was he in his world of thoughts that he did not notice all these. Until the first chord was strummed.

"Co… Cold as ice.

And more bitter than December.

Winter night,

That's how i treated you..." Onodera sang softly. Takano shot up from his depressed position and his eyes widened at the sight that behold him. Onodera. His Onodera... Singing...

"And I know that I,

I sometimes tend to lose my temper

And I cross the line

Yeah that's the truth," Onodera continued, his voice growing stronger as the lyrics spill out from his lips. The song flowed into Takano's ears, entrancing him. Onodera's voice. Oh how sweet and lovely it sounded. It was lower than his normal voice but it fitted him perfectly. Everything else was blurred out but Onodera.

"And I know it gets hard sometimes

But I could never leave your side

No matter what I say," Takano's eyes grew cloudy. Annoyed, he rubbed his eyes to clear his view. Onodera by now, had closed his eyes and was gently swaying. He stopped for a second to take a deep breath. And resumed.

"Cause if I wanted to go, I would've gone by now

But I really need you near me

Keep my mind off the edge," He hit the high notes without any trouble. Takano was impressed, of course. He didn't have much of a singing talent. Well, at least that was what he thought.

"If I wanted to leave, I would have left by now

But you're the only one that knows me

Better than I know myself," Onodera whispered the last part, so softly that Takano almost couldn't catch it. His eyes fluttered open, his pale face now a shade of crimson. Shyly, he met Takano's gaze, silently inquiring his opinion.

But all Takano could do was just stare. His mind was still in reeling in shock at the performance. He gaped openly and for once, lost his entire composure. He couldn't get it back. To him, this was one of the things that he would never show to anyone. It would be his downfall but now, it didn't matter. Nothing else mattered. He thought of the lyrics that Onodera had sung and it finally sunk in.

Slowly, and so light that you couldn't see it if you weren't looking close enough, a light dust of pink covered his cheeks. But Onodera was looking close enough, and he noticed. It wasn't those type of overwhelming blushes that covers your face and even your ears. It was those type that appears at the puffiest part of your cheeks and stays there. With Takano's pale complexion and the rosy cheeks, Onodera found himself thinking that Takano was cute. And he really was. Sitting there, trying to hide his face but not entirely succeeding, it was then that Onodera understood why Takano had gone all out to make him blush. Because Takano was just so cute.

Quietly setting down his guitar, Onodera stepped towards Takano and wrapped his arms around him. Takano froze for a moment before relaxing, his own arms circling the other's back. It felt so weird, but at the same time, so natural for Onodera to be doing the first move. Usually, Takano was the one who had to keep prodding him before he could even hold his hand.

They stayed at the position for a while. Then Takano spoke and they broke free, but still kept their arms around each other.

"Why were you so quiet this morning? I was so sure that you were going to br… Got tired..." Takano muttered, not daring to speak the phrases. Onodera merely look appalled.

"Why would I want to do that? I mean, I don't have a reason to do that, right? And anyway, if someone you love was coming over to your house, wouldn't you feel nervous," Onodera said, rolling his eyes. Meanwhile, Takano was just looking at him.

"... What," Onodera questioned after a while, squirming under Takano's intense gaze.

"You said 'Someone you love'. Is that your confession?" Takano half-teased, hoping that he actually did.

Onodera jumped back at the statement and flushed. Yet, he didn't deny it. Takano smirked. He leaned closer to him until their foreheads touched, his hand cupping Onodera's head. His other hand was on Onodera's cheek, feeling the warmth that radiated from him. He peered down, just to see that the other man, as per normal, was staring at the ground.

At first, he did get annoyed with this but he was so used to it that now, he found it adorable. His hand slid to his chin and brought it upwards firmly but as gently as he could. Their gazes locked and it stayed locked until Onodera started tearing up. Then, Takano gave in and leaned forward, frustratingly slow. He tilted his head and his eyelids fluttered close. At last, their lips met.

Onodera's lips were as soft as usual, though a bit moist. This time, unlike others, Takano went gentle with Onodera. Why not? He did have Onodera now and didn't feel the need to proclaim his love for him. Now, he was just content with treating him like he was precious. Because he is.

Takano pulled his head back to catch some needed air and looked at On-Ritsu. He was flushed, panting heavily. His forehead was glistened with a thin layer of sweat. But he didn't move away. Nor did he complain. He just sat there, his lips a bit puckered, as if he was expecting more. Relief overcame Takano. This really meant that Ritsu was his. Without wasting another second, he leaned in again.

The next day, Takano realized that he forgot to tell Ritsu that his voice was mellifluous and pure gold. And he also forgot all about dinner. And as to why Ritsu decided to sing to him, that was a mystery. Never to be solved.

GAH I REREAD THE WHOLE THING AND IT WAS SO LAME. THIS IS THE REASON WHY I DIDN'T UPLOAD IN A WHILE. BECAUSE THE STORY'S LAME. X( …

PS, Mori, please give your feedback. I need to know if this is good enough for you. L