So here's chapter 4

Sorry it's so late… I started to write but it just didn't sound good. So here's the best I have please read and review. And please excuse all spelling and grammar issues. I failed English this year so it's to be expected.

Enjoy.

The lights seemed to dim as Misaki came down the stairs. Bags jumped behind him as he dragged, fully packed, down the stairs behind him. His bright green eyes sparkled with joy and a bright smile lit up across his face. Akihiko lifted an eyebrow at the strange expression the younger boy was making in this type of situation. He skipped down the last step and walked over to the door opening it and dropping his bags in the hallway.

"Well this is grate, Usagi-san! I can finally leave. I was holding you back anyway." Misaki smiled.

Flinching, Akihiko stood up from his spot on the sofa and started to walk over to Misaki's side, "No! Don't say that, you know its not true," Knowing his time was very limited, Usagi-san wrapped his arms around Misaki and held him tight, "Misaki, you can talk him out of this… you don't have to go." Akihiko felt his chest tighten but he didn't want to let Misaki see his weakness. Misaki just chuckled in a very un-Misaki like way that sent shivers down Akihiko's spin. "What's wrong Misaki," Akihiko began to panic at the cold feel that his young lover was giving off. He didn't have the same fake smile that the usual Misaki gave off in this type of situation. "Misaki…" he cooed in Misaki's ear as he tightened his grasp on the brown haired boy.

"Stop it Usagi-san," Suddenly Misaki had escaped Akihiko's grasp. "I hate you! Leave me alone!" he gagged slightly and bent over.

Akihiko recoiled his hands and then jumped to Misaki's side as he dropped and lied, dead, on the floor. Akihiko screamed for help, watching as Misaki's eyes glazed over and watched sightlessly and Akihiko's eyes filled with tear, "Miskai! Misaki! Maiski! MISAKI! Wake up, please!" He jumped back and rubbed his eyes, "Someone! Help! Misaki!" He panicked and ran to the door to call the neighbor for help. Beyond the door Takahiro just stared at Akihiko with a disappointed expression. "What's going on?" the room started to darken and Akihiko was suddenly alone, kneeling with his head in his hands. "What's happening…"

Akihiko jumped from his bed, a cold sweat shook him from head to toe as he kicked the covers of the lonely double bed. He sat up and rubbed his face with his hands, combing back his sliver hair. He opened his eyes to see the walls of his dark room. His collection of toys was scattered across the floor. Akihiko reached to the bed stand table, clawing the pale wood in search for the half empty pack of cigarettes he knew was sitting there. The bed was too cold. Too empty, and the small impression that Misaki had worn into the mattress just looked sad and empty in the dark light.

Akihiko light the Cigarette and flipped on the light, his eyes flickered around the room.

It had been three days since Takahiro took Misaki from him. Each night, another dream haunted him, each one making him loss Misaki again, and again. Each dream tossed the events that happened that day out of proportion a little more. Akihiko shook his head as the images of his dream flashed back into his mind. Takahiro had taken Misaki without a word, and Misaki had left without a word as well.

"Three day down," Akihiko whispered as he breather in another breath of thick smoke. He rubbed his eyes and swung his legs over the edge of his bed, not wanting to start the day but not wanted to fall asleep again. Grinding the rest of his cigarette into the ash try next to his bed. He changed quickly then stumbled down the stairs. He didn't bother with food and just sat down on the couch, opening his computer.

Akihiko was at a loss for words, he store at the blank screen for about ten minuets before finally giving up. It wasn't even like he was procrastinating like usual. He truly had nothing to say, nothing to write. Nothing to say. When he closed his laptop the doorbell rung. He rolled over and ignored it at first but buy the fifth ring and knock on the door, he stood up and opened the door.

Hiroki lifted an eyebrow at the disturbed look on his childhood friend's face, "What?" he let himself in and removed his shoes. Hiroki dropped a small hardcover book on the coffee table a picked up the unusually small draft Akihiko had typed the night before Misaki left. "May I?" he lifted up the packet and began reading after Akihiko nodded. He sat down and flipped to the second page.

Akihiko walked in and lifted the book and flipped to the back, reading the summery and then scanning the first few pages. "What's this?"

"The book," Hiroki responded as he flipped to the next page. Akihiko didn't respond so Hiroki continued, looking up from the draft, "Don't you remember? You saw it in my office," he began to read again, "When you were spying in that brat of yours. You told me to give it to you when I finished." He turned the page, "Its was a good idea but poorly written, and the story ended too soon. The couple get split up in the end, but the back tells you that." He waited for his friend to respond while he read.

Akihiko just sat and began reading. His face emotionless, but his eyes filled with pain.

As the minuets passed in silent, Hiroki finally spoke, placing Akihiko's draft on the table, "It's good, but you seem a bit all over the place, have you written any more yet?"

Akihiko shook his head, not really I'm blocked."

"Pity…" Hiroki started to the door when he noticed the unusual silence the apartment. He guessed that that was the cause of Akihiko's bad mood and he debated asking him what was wrong the entire time he was reading, "Where's the brat?" Hiroki looked over at his childhood friend as he slipped on his shoes.

Akihiko stopped read, and closed the book, folding over the tip of the page and looking over at Hiroki. He slammed the book into the coffee table. The tiny book made an echoing thud that caused Hiroki to jump in fear.

"What the!"

"It's non of you business, now if you don't mind, I have to leave. You can let yourself out." Akihiko looked murderous as he grabbed a jacket and stalked off, passed a completely shocked Hiroki, who stood in the doorway, wide eyed.

Okay that's the best place to stop it.

Please review… even if you have nothing good to say.

I wont be updating for a wile and again sorry this is so late.