HELLO MY DEARS ONCE AGAIN I GIVE YOU ANOTHER CHAPTER. ENJOY.
Its been 3 months since the great Akihiko Usumi started tutoring Misaki and his grades where sky rocketing. Akihiko found the boys presence to be enjoyable and comforting in a strange way. The pair had become friends rather quickly which made teaching Misaki a walk in the park for Akihiko.
Since Misaki was around a lot of the time he made the effort of tidying up the authers apertment. The lounge was now a clear space and he could actually see the bright red setties and cream coffie table. This was where Misaki spent most of his time studding, he was laying across the long settie reading a reference book for English while Akihiko was writing his new novel.
"How are you doing over there?" Akihiko asked.
Misaki looked up from his book. "I still don't get it. How can you have 3 ways of spelling the same word and how do you work out which one is which and how to use them when your writing in English."
"Your stuck again on THERE again arn't you."
"I just cant get my head around it."
Akihiko got up from his chair when he heard the phone ringing. He answerd it it was Takahiro on the other end, he had barely spoken when Takahiro started.
"Send Misaki hime now." Takahiro sounded worried.
"Sorry..."
"Just send him home now. Drive him if you have too just get him home."
"Okay, okay. Whats happening?"
" Look, I need to speak to Misaki, its important can you please bring him home. Now."
"Of course I will give us 20 minutes and we'll be over." Akihiko hung up the phone and looked at Misaki who was looking confused.
"Grab your things I'm taking you home now." He grabbed his coat and keys and waited for Misaki to gather his things.
"Whats happening?" Misaki asked slightly worried why he had to get home so argently.
"Takahiro didn't tell me but we'll find out soon."
Akihiko took the roads to Misakis house a bit to quickly for Misakis comfort but they made good time. When they arrived Misaki was smotherd by Takahiros hug. "Nii-chan. Cant breath." but his brother just held him tighter.
"Misaki, I just got a call from the hospital. I'm so sorry. Uncle passed away." Misaki stopped. Stopped thinking, stopped breathing, stopped everything. "They said it was a heart attack. They said he died peacfully in his bed, he wasn't in any pain. I'm so sorry."
Misaki backed away from his brother and sat down. looking at nothing but the floor he wasn't sure what he should do. Should he cry or be angry, he didn't know. This was it. The day that he had waited for so long, he knew it was wrong to wish people death but if anyone deserved a death it was him. He had imagened his uncles death many times in his head. Him writhing on pain by Misaki's hand, each breath more agonising than the last, feeling every cell break down within his body but now all Misaki could think of where his brothers words. peaceful. no pain. past away. These where the words that hurt Misaki the most.
He couldn't move. He didn't want to, all he wanted now was his bed. He didn't want to put on a performance for his brother, crying over the great loss of his favorate Uncle, allowing big meanful tears to fall for that man, he couldn't.
Misaki made the decision to go to his room, leaving Akihiko and his brother alone to talk among them selves. He wanted nothing more to to with the matter.
"Misaki?" Takahiro inquired with worry.
"Goodnight Nii-chan." Misaki didn't want to speack with Takahiro. He didn't want to speack with anyone. He just walked to his room, lied on his bed and shut his eyes, blocking everything out.
"Are you okay?" Akihiko asked his good friend.
"Ya I'm fine. I wasn't as close to him as Misaki was. He probably needs some time to prosess everything."
"What do you mean Misaki was closer to him? He was your uncle too." Akihiko asked
"Ya I know but after our parents died I was so depressed I couldn't loom after Misaki, and I had school to think about aswell. So Misaki lived with my Uncle 2 years so I could have time to grieve and then finish school, Misaki and Uncle where very close, I just hope he doesn't take it too badly. I hate to see him like that again."
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It had been a week since his Uncle's death and Misaki hadn't left his room. He was bed bound for the most of that and refused his brothers attemts to caox him out with food. He hadn't eaten and his composure suffered, he had lost a considerable amount of wait, his eyes had dark cycles, he was pale and tired.
He had spent the first day in his room reading the diary he kept as a child, trying to rember specifics and then the rest of the week writing a statement. Well it wasn't really a statement just something he felt he needed to do. he wanted to remind himself, he wanted to remeber so he could then move on. This statement was for no one else but him.
Now that he had finshed he was just tired, all he wanted was sleep and something to eat but all those memories of his past made him loose his appetite. How could he have been so nieve? So stupid? So pitiful? And how can he still be so scared that he can't tell anyone, even though his Uncle is no longer alive.
HELLO MY LOVELY READERS. THANK YOU FOR READING ANOTHER CHAPTER. IM SO HAPPY. SO PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THIS ONE REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS ARE THINKINGMISAKI: WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO MEEN TO ME?EVILBOO: HA HA HA. NO REGRETSANYWAY NEXT CHAPTER COMING SOON. SEE YOU NEXT TIME XO
