Hey there...

So I know you guys have weird theories or worries about this story, and I want to know what theories you have. Or don't have. And I know Misaki's letter/journal entry in the last chapter was a bit off-putting, so I'll clear some things up, for those of you who are questioning. This isn't anything that I haven't put in the story already, so you may have figured this out already.

1. Misaki isn't lying about who he is.

2. He and Hiroki met for the FIRST time when Akihiko introduced him.

3. Misaki was molested by his brother for a large part of his childhood.

4. Akihiko loves Misaki more than he has ever loved another.

"You're fucked up."

"I'm beautiful, remember?"

Misaki is jumping on the couch, and then dancing in the air, spinning like a top and waving his arms like two snakes, totally independent of his body. His hair still holds some curl from the awards show last night, and it's rising above his head in waves, and laying flat when his feet safely meet the cushions again.

He's an angel, and I still don't understand why he doesn't see this.

His arms are above him, and his head is thrown back, as though he's screaming out with the fury of a thousand suns. He's silent, and his hands cross in the air, fingers splayed. He sinks to his knees and pretends to wave for the crowd. In a moment, Misaki is on his feet again, jumping with his knees close to his chest. He's only wearing my shirt, the one that I threw onto the floor last night when we finally got back to the loft. I took him last night, so many times. I don't know how he has so much energy.

Misaki continues his tuck jumps, and I can see the brown pubic hair from his balls from under his knees, his feet, as he leaps from the couch and does different poses. He stops and takes a modelesque, sensual pose; his legs spread apart, one arm behind his head and one in the air, pointing at the sky.

"My pussy tastes like PEPSI COLA" He whisper screams, and my shirt hangs off of him, half-buttoned at the bottom. I can see his balls and his small head peeking out from under the hem of my shirt, curly brown hair itching against the fabric. He looks like some kind of young male model, absolutely ridiculous and crazy sexy at the same time. I love him. It's been 4 months already, and I am as head over heels in love with him as I was the moment I saw him. He's the love of my life. He's perfect.

Akihiko finished his writing exercise, and watched Misaki dancing in silence. He usually used the computer in his room whenever he wanted to really go in depth with his writing, but Misaki had been twirling around the kitchen in his shirt, so he came downstairs to watch him. It was the correct choice, and Misaki was never one to disappoint. He laughed and moved his hips, obviously enjoying the audience. "Cola" was his favorite song.

"Usagi-san," Misaki called, bouncing on the couch and landing on his bottom. He scowled, probably at the pain, Akihiko assumed, and then the boy came toward him. He laid his head on the author's chest and smiled up at him, straddling his lap. Akihiko ran his fingers through Misaki's hair and kissed his forehead, murmuring soft things to him. Misaki tilted his head up, and Akihiko kissed his lips this time.

"Do you want breakfast now? I think the cinnamon rolls are cool enough." Came Misaki's soft question. His big green eyes blinked innocently up at the older man, who wanted nothing more to stay here and whisper to him all day, with Misaki's penis pressed against his pajama pants and the boy's shivering body close to his. He would take care of Misaki like a child, and love him like an equal. Misaki leaned back, toward the desk, and stretched. His arms cracked softly, and Akihiko saw his stomach peeking out from between the buttons of the shirt. His ballsack still rested against Akihiko's crotch, tempting him.

"I'm really hungry." Misaki said nonchalantly, and slipped off of his lap to go into the kitchen, and sat crosslegged at the table. Akihiko followed him genially. It was Monday, and Misaki hadn't had to go into work early this morning, for once. With no classes until 10, he was content to sit around with his boyfriend and make a bigger breakfast than usual. Akihiko appreciated the efforts and enjoyed eating breakfast with Misaki.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I'll be home late tonight, like 8." Misaki said, slathering more butter to his toast.

Akihiko sipped his coffee, then almost choked because of the heat. "Why?" He asked, swallowing hard. Sunlight streamed into the kitchen and illuminated the dust mites in the air as Akihiko fanned at his tongue. "You don't have to work."

Misaki shrugged his shoulders and stuffed toast into his mouth. "My fwiends wanna 'ang ou' wit' me." Misaki mumbled around his food, and shoveled his eggs in as well. Akihiko regarded him solemnly for a moment, and then sighed. He loved eating dinner with the boy, but if he was busy...

"Okay." He said, resigned. "At least give me an address to pick you up at." His reward was Misaki's brilliantly, food filled smile, and a text that held the address later that morning. As he dropped the student off in front of the university, Misaki kissed him softly and pinched his nose. Akihiko watched him stroll up to a taller, longer haired young man who was frowning at his phone. At the sight of Misaki, however, he smiled and threw an arm around the teen's shoulders.

It didn't bother Akihiko. It really, really didn't. It didn't bother him so much that he was able to have a nice long chat with Aikawa about why he was so well-behaved the previous night, when he received his award. For the third year in a row, it was a huge shocker. Aikawa pressed, and though she correctly guessed that Misaki had something to do with his behavior, he'd never tell her what Misaki had promised to do for him if he was good. That kid's legs were his kryptonite.

Hiroki called at 5:00, which was later than usual, but the perfect time for Akihiko today. Usually at this time on Mondays, Akihiko would be fucking the sense out of Misaki, and the teen would be gripping his hair and screaming, "Oh oh oh, faster, Usagi-san, please, so good, so so-"

Talking to Hiroki was a welcome distraction from his withdrawals, seeing as he'd already smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes that day and his stomach felt like an ashtray.

"So, how's it going with the kid?" Hiroki asked jokingly.

"I think that... I want to marry him." Akihiko said slowly, blowing smoke out of his nose as he revealed the news. There was silence on the other side. Akihiko coughed and cleared his throat. "Well?" He asked. "What do you think? I could really use another opinion here." He tried to joke, but Hiroki sat in contemplative silence.

"I personally believe that to be a very bad idea, Akihiko." His closest and oldest friend admitted to him. Akihiko swallowed his inhale of smoke and coughed violently.

"Why?" He managed to sputter out, "Why shouldn't I marry him? I love him. He loves me. He's young and smart and sexy. What's the big deal? He's annoying sometimes, but I can deal with that. I love him." He was almost begging now. Akihiko hadn't realized how much he needed his best friend's approval until now.

"This...thing." Hiroki started. He corrected himself, "This relationship. It's weird, like something is off." Akihiko snorted.

"May be you think that because you're in love with a huge manchild that you fight with every other day." He retorted, slightly hurt by Hiroki's revelation. He could hear the other man sigh and swallow over the line.

"It's not normal, Akihiko-san. As in it's not a normal relationship. Like I said, something is off, Usami-san. Something is weird." Akihiko snorted again, and allowed himself a few laughs at his friend's expense. Hiroki scrambled to explain himself again.

"I just think that he may be hiding something, and you need to figure out what it is before you do anything rash. I just don't think you know him well enough." Akihiko took another drag from his cigarette before smashing the thing into the ashtray.

"Fine. I will. I'll just ask him, how about that?" He said defiantly, and Hiroki simply made a "hmm" sound at him. It was almost disapproval, yet backed away from the notion. After their talk, Akihiko felt uneasy, which made him restless. He cleaned his room, wiped down his desks, and washed the bathroom. Once he finished looking over his manuscripts and reading reviews of his latest series online, it was time for a lonely takeout dinner. By 7:30, he was ready to pick up his love.

Akihiko pulled up to the apartment building at 7:45 on the dot, and found a somewhat less sketchy lot to park his car. He's taken the smaller blue Mitsubishi Lancer, since it was less conspicuous than his red sportscar. The building was tall and brick, fitting in with the urban landscape around it. It was far enough away from the city that the architecture didn't stand out too much, yet wasn't too plain either.

As he walked up to the front door, unsure of how to proceed, a young woman darted out. Her skin was brown and her braids flopped against her back, restrained by a huge ponytail. She caught his eye, and she stopped, her large dark eyes blinking owlishly.

"Oh my god, you must be Usagi-san!" She exclaimed, and stuck her hand out for him to shake. "I'm Hazel." Akihiko shook her hand tentatively, and the apprehension must have been obvious on his face. Hazel laughed and explained, "I'm a friend of Misaki's, and I'm an international student. You're his boyfriend, right?"

Akihiko felt his cheeks flush with both embarrassment and pleasure. She knew him, and recognized him, which meant that Misaki had told them about him in detail, or showed them pictures. That implied that Misaki talked about him alot, and used his pet name. Akihiko felt a shiver run down his back and he smiled at the attractive girl. "Yeah, that's me. Usagi-san. Misaki's boyfriend."

Hazel smiled at him, showing off white, straight teeth, and then turned back to the apartment. She punched in a code once inside, and pulled the door open for him. "This is where me and Jess live." She explained. "We let Sumi-san and Marta practice here, and they and Jess just got Misaki to sing. It was like, finally, they've been asking him for months. I'm just glad that he's finally out of that depression funk he was in, you must have really helped him out." She yammered as they walked up two flights of stairs. Hazel led them down a hallway and stopped in front of a bright red door. She pressed one ear to the door and nodded at him.

"They're about to play another song," she murmured. She slowly twisted her key in the lock and turned the knob, silently signalling Akihiko to follow behind her. He did, and was relieved to see that the band was facing away from them as they entered, and four individuals sat together on stools, talking quietly. One was a man that could only be seen from the back, but he looked tall and thin. It may have been the same man from this morning, who Misaki had met at the gates. A smaller girl sat next to him, holding her cello and looking at some sheet music quizzically. Her huge curly hair sprang all over her head, and cascaded down her back, ending at her elbows. Another girl sat beside her, and all that Akihiko could see was short blonde hair and large bottom.

Akihiko could see a kitchen nook to the side of them, and a hallway that led to a bedroom and a bathroom. The living room space was small, and Hazel moved Akihiko with her toward a corner of the room where they sat on some folding chairs. She leaned toward his ear and whispered, "They're gonna do Latch now, I think."

Akihiko swallowed his question when he heard Misaki's unmistakeable voice pipe up a bit louder than the others. "Do we wanna do viola or violin for this take?" He asked.

The tall man, with sandy hair that fell over his shoulders and brushed his back, answered him, "I think the viola sounds better, the sound is fuller and deeper than the violin." He answered, and the busty blonde girl reached over to change her instruments. As she picked up her viola, she glanced back at them and smiled, about to wave. Hazel quickly waved her off and she blinked, her mouth in a small 'o' shape, and she turned around quickly. Misaki nodded and placed his headphones over his ears. Sumi, as the man must have been turned a few knobs on the speaker and flipped a switch. He positioned himself over his keyboard and nodded toward the girl with her cello.

As Sumi's hands touched the keys and the girl started on her cello, Akihiko immediately recognized the song. What he didn't recognize was Misaki's spellbinding voice.

"You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down," he sang, his eyes closed and his lips close to the microphone. Akihiko's heart clenched and he gripped his hands together. Hazel grinned up at him, obviously excited about his response. Misaki continued, holding the mic and moving back and forth in a way that was both sensual and enticing.

"Now I've got you in my space, I won't let go of you," Misaki crooned, making his vibrato especially noticeable. "Got you shackled in my embrace, I'm latching on to you," he sang. Akihiko felt a lump in his throat and tears pricking at his eyes. He was just so damn beautiful. And this angel was his, only his.

"I'm latching on... to you." Misaki sang, moving his voice up and down the scales with ease. He finished the last note and Sumi and the girl on the cello finished together, watching each other for closure. Hazel sighed, and Akihiko felt as though he'd been holding his breath the entire time. Misaki pulled off his headphones and spoke again.

"That one was the best, I think. We should keep that." Sumi nodded and began to click some keys on his laptop.

"That was awesome, you guys." Hazel said, startling the musicians. The girl on the cello squealed and moved toward her, and they hugged tightly.

"Hazel, I didn't hear you come back!" She said in a thick french accent. That must be Jess then, Akihiko determined. Hazel kissed her girlfriend on the nose and the girl smiled with wide red lips. Sumi looked back at them and his eyes stopped on the Akihiko. The corner of his mouth curved upward slightly as he obviously looked Akihiko up and down, which made him swallow and pull his jacket closer to him. Sumi then turned and mumbled something to Misaki, who whipped his head around and focused on him in the dim lighting. Misaki's eyes widened comically as he saw his boyfriend and the said man waved at him awkwardly. Misaki threw off the headphones and scrambled to grab his coat and backpack.

"Where are you going, honey?" Marta, the blonde, asked. She pushed her breasts together as she placed her viola gently into the case. She batted her big blue eyes and continued, "We wanted to do one more take, for recording again." Her German accent was thick as well, and though she spoke slowly, her Japanese sounded choppy.

Misaki glared at Akihiko, who moved toward the door reflexively. His face burned under Misaki's eyes and the boy said in an even voice, "I'm sorry Marta, I have to go. I'll try to rehearse again on Wednesday or Friday." He pushed past Akihiko to turn the doorknob and rush into the hallway. Marta pouted and slumped in her seat. She made eye contact with Akihiko and cocked her head at him. He nodded awkwardly at the students in the room, who all stared at him with mixes of curiosity, discontent, and apprehension.

Misaki was already rushing toward the front door when Akihiko made it down the stairs to catch him. "Oi, kid!" He called, panting. Misaki turned toward him, furious.

"What the HELL is wrong with you?" He shouted, slamming Akihiko into the glass. The older man said a mental prayer to thank God that they were outside, and opened his mouth to retort. Misaki was not done yet, however, not by a long shot. "You show up early, spy on me, and you sit there staring at all my friends like a freaking duck?"

Misaki's face was red, and he backed away and threw his hands into the air and then dragged them down the sides of his head again. "And you stared at Marta like a meat stick, you fucking pervert! She's- ugh!" Misaki kicked at a piece of loose asphalt, which catapulted toward the brick wall. He then turned and let out another huge groan, away from Akihiko.

"I don't get why you're so upset, Misa-kun." Akihiko felt his annoyance returning, and remembered why he'd come to pick up Misaki early anyway. "And besides, you can't hide secrets from me." Misaki turned to face him, his mouth open and his eyebrows raised so high that they were mostly hidden by his bangs. Akihiko tilted his chin up and felt his arrogance kicking in for him.

"That's right, Misaki. You're my boyfriend, which means that I have a right to know where you are at ALL times. And I can tell you who you should be hanging out with. You missed dinner tonight, and we always have dinner together." He crossed his arms and sniffed indignantly. "You really owe me an apology. I mean, you're living in my house, aren't you?" He finished, tapping his foot impatiently.

Misaki stared at him as though he'd been struck. For a moment, Akihiko was confident in his assertion of who was in charge in this relationship, and waited for Misaki's apology, hopefully with an apologetic blowjob as well.

Misaki's mouth pressed into a straight thin line, and he slowly walked up to Akihiko, his eyes narrow and dangerous slits. The author dropped his hands to his sides and clenched them into fists, challenging the kid right back. Misaki stopped an inch away from his chest and stared into his eyes. It seemed that they stood like this for an achingly long amount of time, and then Misaki spoke.

"I finally get what your problem is," He said, gripping his satchel. Akihiko raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed.

"Oh really? Do enlighten me, young university student." Misaki smirked at him, and his eyes darkened in a way that was unfamiliar and frightening. Akihiko stepped back unconsciously.

"You're arrogant because you have lots of money, and you have a talent for writing books where men fuck each other senseless. You have fans worldwide, but you have no one to spend your time with. Until you found me, of course. Your Misa-kun. Your angel." Misaki's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "So you latched onto me and sprung all of your hopes and dreams for the future onto my body, my life. Like Gatsby to Daisy." Misaki eyes dropped to the ground suddenly, and he looked sad for a moment, but he immediately met Akihiko's eyes again, challenging him.

"You think you know me, don't you? You think I'm your maid, your lover, your boyfriend? Just because I let you fuck me and I cook you things." Akihiko felt his legs weakening. "You don't know me. You don't want to know me. I'm just a trophy, something mysterious and neat, something for you to look at. I remind you of being young again, and you're never going to look at me differently. But don't say that you know me." Misaki shook his head, smiling slowly. "I'm a whore, Usami. I'm a whore, and I'm your entire world right now. You think I stay with you because you'll get me whatever I want with the snap of my fingers, that by buying me things and giving me rides I'll stay with you. You think you have me."

Misaki crossed his arms. "I could have another you in a second. I'm not even lying. I could dump you and find someone else to take care of me. Try it."

It was a standoff. Misaki standing there, with his bomber jacket and his sneakers, his arms crossed over his chest, and Akihiko, holding his keys in a limp hand, completely dumbfounded by the boy's words.

They already knew who had won when Akihiko unlocked the car and Misaki sat in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead. When they arrived at the apartment, Misaki let him lead, and followed him silently up to the penthouse. And when Misaki slipped his shoes off and fell onto the couch, Akihiko didn't protest. He climbed the stairs and crawled into his bed, alone for the first time in months, and pulled his teddy bear toward him. He'd made sure to keep the desklamp on, in case Misaki decided to come up in the middle of the night.

He wouldn't, but the light was on. For the first time is however many year, Usami Akihiko gripped his bears and let the tears take him to sleep.

Sooo... I know that was a terrible way to end it, and I'm sorry, but I promise that I hate cliffhangers, so a new update is coming super soon! Please review and let me know what you think, and what predictions you have for the future.

P.S.: This chapter was supposed to end in a sex scene, but the writing ended up taking a completely different direction.