A/N: hello lovelies! I had some free time in French so I was able to write this then c":

Chapter 7 Writer's Block

Usagi idled in the kitchen; his mind blank. With one foot across the threshold and one foot paused just behind it he stared at the vacant kitchen. Everything seemed so bland to him now; the walls were too still when they weren't echoing Misaki's laughter or cursing when Usagi pursued him while he was cooking. The table was bare and devoid of even the smallest crumbs.

Usagi's stomach grumbled and he finally realized it had been days since he had last eaten. But he didn't feel like eating; without his short tempered kitten he didn't feel like doing anything.

He sunk to the floor; not slowly, but like his legs had dropped out from under him. His bum hit the floor unharmed. Usagi had a book deadline this evening but he hadn't even typed one word. In that second what he had done finally caught up to him. He had lost his Misaki forever, that thought alone brought tears to his eyes.

Usagi never cried, he got angry and screamed but he never cried. But that morning as he lost hope of ever getting his love back he wept. He sat on the cold tile floor and choked on his sobs through the morning; through the afternoon.

When evening time came around the knocking started but he wept through that, too. Eventually the knocking stopped but his crying didn't. Usagi's stomach grew steadily louder throughout the day, but he payed it no attention. Maybe Misaki was right; without him Usagi would die. But it would be because he didn't care to care for himself not that he didn't know how.

The old Usagi would be looking for a new maid, he would be looking for a new companion to share his bed with for the night. But the Usagi that was on the floor sobbing was a changed man. He no longer wished for frivolous relations; he wished for a life long partner. He had hoped Misaki would become that but then he had messed everything up. Usagi had torn Misaki out of his life, but it was not a clean tear. Misaki had taken some of Usagi with him.

The moon came up and the sun rose high but still he sat there. His eyes had dried hours before but his chest rose up and down raggedly like he was still mid-cry. With a quaking arm he slashed his sleeve across his eyes violently. What good did crying do other than make the pain in his heart greater?

Usagi rose; his legs sore and stiff from sitting so long he wobbled. But he was done moping. He shouldn't be mourning the loss of his love; he should be trying to win him back.

If there was one thing Usagi knew about Misaki it was that gifts melted his heart. Misaki had grown up with his brother and money was scarce so he had received few gifts. So when he received them now they meant the world to him.

Usagi's thoughts darted back and forth between ideas. Flowers? Chocolate? Jewelry? No, those things were too ordinary for such an extraordinary man. He had to come up with something that out shined any gift Misaki had ever been given.

Usagi didn't have a sure thing planned but he knew one thing. He would win his Misaki back.

A/N: Awww, you go Usagi! Ahh this melted my fangirl soul. Augh so short...! I'll promise y'all a longer chapter for next time! I meant to make it long