Ok, wow! We're already at Chapter 10!! This chapter was really hard to write, so I hope I did it justice! Thanks to all who have stuck around this long and are enjoying the story so far!!

And now, it's time for the long awaited chapter...what's going to happen? Read on if you want to know!

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"Breakfast is ready~"

Jutta's head snapped up as the sound of his older brother's soft voice carried to his place on the living room sofa.

"Alright! I'm starving~!"

The teen practically jumped out of the couch as Akira strolled back into the kitchen, murmuring instructions to Naoya.

"Yes, I'll be right there...just let me put these photo albums away, and then go to the bathroom to wash up." Yukihiro called to the next room, carefully shutting each of the albums and scooping them up into his arms.

Jutta nodded in response and headed into the kitchen, entering the room just in time to see Naoya drop a quick peck onto Akira's cheek, despite the silvernette's firm attempt to push the older male away.

"Naoya-san," Akira hissed worriedly, attempting to move away from his lover. "You can't do that now that Jutta and Uncle are here!"

Jutta made his presence in the room known by clearing his throat, causing his normally calm and composed older brother to jump in surprise and distance himself from Naoya- putting a respectable amount of space between the two of them so as not to construe anything out of the ordinary.

"What're you doing A-chan?" The redhead asked with a narrowed look thrown at Naoya before turning an innocent glance cast towards his brother.

Akira gulped down a shaky breath before forcing a smile. "N-nothing Jutta, just finishing getting everything ready."

The silvernette turned around pointedly and began to nervously fix things on the counter.

Naoya took this opportunity to scowl behind his lover's back at Jutta, who didn't hesitant to return the narrowed brow look.

The scowling went on until a creak in the floor alerted to the presence of another walking into the kitchen.

"Ah, A-chan! Breakfast looks delightful!" Yukihiro exclaimed as he strode into the room, sweeping his gaze over the table laden with food.

Akira whirled around at the sound of his Uncle's voice and tried to paste a neutral expression on his face, while Jutta and Naoya stopped their glaring contest- though they both still had peeved expressions on their faces.

Yukihiro seemed to notice the tensed atmosphere in the room and paused with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Is...something the matter...?"

"Uh...no...Not at all. Let's all sit up and eat." Akira replied with another forced smile and a gesture towards the table.

"Yes, let's!" Yukihiro replied happily, seating himself and waiting for the others to join.

With three seats left open at the table- one next to Yukihiro and the other two across- Naoya and Jutta glanced at each other before darting to the table, both with the same thought in their mind.

"Akira~ Won't you come sit down by me?" Naoya called to his lover, pulling out a seat across from Yukihiro and gesturing towards it.

"Heeeeyy~! I wanna sit by A-chan~!" Jutta pouted, trying to discreetly shove Naoya around to the other side of the table where Yukihiro was sitting.

"Oh, come now Jutta-kun~" Naoya replied with feigned politeness. "It would be impolite for a stranger to sit next to your dear Uncle. Wouldn't you want to sit next to him?"

"Oh but Naoya-san, I think this would give you a better opportunity to converse with Uncle!" The teen replied with a tight smile, looking desperately towards his brother for support.

Akira, however, merely watched the childish display in front of him with steadily increasing annoyance.

All he wanted was to get through his Uncle's visit without anyone dying, or at least getting seriously hurt. With the way Naoya and Jutta were behaving though, it might only be a matter of hours before someone got injured.

Or goes crazy...seriously those two...

It didn't look like the two were going to let up, so Akira sighed and strode over to the table, taking a seat next to his Uncle.

Naoya and Jutta stopped their quibbling and snapped their heads up to stare in shock at the silvernette.

"Sit." Akira prompted, giving them both a stern look that left no room for arguing.

Naoya masked his pouting better than Jutta, and gracefully sunk into the seat across from Akira- forcing the red headed teen to sulkily plop down across from his Uncle, unhappy with his seating arrangement next to Naoya.

"Now then. Uncle I know that you just met Naoya-san, but please treat him kindly since he's a good Senpai of mine." The silvernette asked of his Uncle, receiving a nod from the older in response.

Akira clapped his hands in front of his face and dropped his head into a bow.

"Thanks for the food!"

The other members of the table murmured the same, then began filling their plates full of all the delicious food that was in front of them.

"Mmmmmmmmm~ A-chan makes the best French toast eveeerrrrr~!" Jutta exclaimed happily, his mouth bulging full of food as he did so.

"Jutta, manners." Akira replied gently, giving the boy a scolding look.

"It is quite delicious though!" Yukihiro commented with a nostalgic smile. "You definitely got your mother's talent for cooking..."

"Thank you..." Akira smiled softly, though he immediately felt a deep wave of sorrow in his chest at the mention of his late mother.

Naoya's gaze darkened as he noticed the change in his lover's mood. If he wasn't trying so hard to get along with Yukihiro for Akira's sake, he would've jumped across the table and wrung the old man's neck by now. The man honestly had no sense of anything but himself. Naoya had always wondered what kind of a selfless bastard would go and leave his only son and two orphaned nephews to raise themselves while the latter went off galavanting and making money, thinking of only himself the entire time- and now he knew.

Dammit, I wanna punch that guy's teeth out...

Naoya gripped his fork tightly in an attempt to calm his bloodlust, and tried to force a few bites of food into his mouth as casually as he could. Again- normally he wasn't a big breakfast fan, but Akira's cooking was the exception. Somehow the silvernette managed to turn even mundane breakfast items into dishes that piqued his stomach and made his mouth water.

And although he was absolutely loathe to agree with anything Jutta and Yukihiro said, he did have to admit- Akira could make some pretty damn good French toast.

While the dark haired male busied indulging himself in chocolate syrup drizzled French toast, Akira tried the best that he could to keep up with his Uncle's nonstop chatter. Honestly, the silvernette didn't remember the old man being such a talker. Not that he was around all that much when him and Jutta were younger...

The silvernette sighed and rested his head against his hand as another wave of pain throbbed in his temples. Thankfully Jutta picked up his older brother's lack of interest in conversing, and graciously stepped in to take his place as their Uncle's conversational partner.

"So that reminds me, Jutta. You're reaching the end of your teenage years, right? Got a girlfriend yet?" The older male asked with a mischievous smirk.

Akira's blood ran cold and he felt his heart rate speed up.

Naoya remained his calm mien, but glanced up in surprise at the too close to home topic.

Jutta's eyes flew open wide and he immediately blushed, hands and head furiously shaking.

"Of course not Uncle! W-why would you even ask something like that?!"

Yukihiro released a sigh and shrugged lightly. "Who knows? I'm getting up there in my years and have missed out on my son and nephews prime years- I'm trying...to fill in on what I missed out on..."

Naoya opened his mouth to deliver a biting comment, but was stopped by a swift kick on his knee. He glanced up in surprise at Akira, knowing that it had to have been the silvernette who kicked him, but his lover merely ignored him.

Dammit. Why can't he just let me tear into him...that guy just needs to leave before he says or does something that makes Akira really upset...

"How about you Shimakawa-san- you look like you're quite the popular type with the ladies...Do you have a girlfriend?" Yukihiro idly asked, turning an interested look to the dark haired male.

Why the fuck are you asking me you old geezer...?

Naoya locked eyes with the older man cooly- noticing Akira stiffen in his peripheral vision.

"...No. I don't have a girlfriend..."

Yukihiro arched his brow in surprise, though his lips curved into a smirk.

"Hmm...no girlfriend, huh?"

Akira twisted his sweaty hands nervously in his lap as he did his best to keep a calm mien, though it was hard considering how fast his heart was beating.

"Nope. No girlfriend." Naoya calmly reiterated, then paused.

"But..."

Yukihiro perked up as the dark haired male continued speaking.

"...I do have a cat~"

Yukihiro's shoulders dropped in disappointment and his expression became unimpressed at the dark haired male's statement. Meanwhile Akira and Jutta both cocked their heads and stared in confusion.

"You...have a cat...?" Jutta asked in surprise.

"Mmhhhmm~" Naoya hummed and nodded his head with a smile.

"A very pretty silver cat with beautiful grey eyes...I tried to adopt her some years ago, but she would never let me...I had found her wandering the streets, abused and abandoned by her previous owner...it took a lot of love and care, but she finally came to trust me- and now she's allll mine~"

Akira frowned deeply in confusion before slowing closing his eyes in mortification as a sudden wave of understanding washed over him.

Naoya wasn't talking about an actual cat.

He's talking about me?! Oh my gosh. Naoya-san, this is most embarrassing thing I've ever heard in my life! Don't go making it sound like that!

"So..." Yukihiro started, staring in slight confusion at the dark haired male. "You rescued the cat and now he lives with you...but you still don't feel the need for a girlfriend?"

Naoya smirked to himself as he caught Akira's barely concealed pout out of the corner of his eye.

"I don't need a girlfriend." Naoya affirmed. "As long as I have my pretty, pouty, tsundere cat with me- I'll be happy until I die."

Akira felt his face immediately erupt into flames, and he quickly wiped his mouth on his napkin and stood up- muttering an excuse about going to the toilet, and went into the upstairs bathroom until he could calm himself down.

"Do you have any pictures of her?" Jutta asked curiously, completely oblivious to the double meaning of his entire story.

"I wish I did but...she doesn't like it when I try to take pictures of her." Naoya replied slyly.

"That's unfortunate..." Yukihiro murmured monotonously, obviously bored with the content of the conversation.

Naoya merely smirked and sipped his coffee.

Hmm...maybe if I can keep this up, the old man will get sick of it and want to leave! And, even better, he can take Jutta with him!

The dark haired male pondered mischievously- internally scheming up a plan.

Akira chose that moment to reappear at the table once again- his face no longer flushed, but still wearing an embarrassed expression.

Naoya's eyes widened in delight as an idea popped into his head.

An idea that his lover was definitely not going like.

"Oh Akira, you're back." The dark haired male greeted his lover warmly, earning a suspicious scowl from the latter.

"Yes...I'm back."

"I was just telling your Uncle and Jutta about my pretty cat~" Naoya exclaimed- mischief sparkling in his eyes. This didn't go unnoticed by the silvernette- he narrowed his eyes again as he fought to keep the blush off of his cheeks.

"Yes...I heard."

"You remember my adorable cat, don't you?"

Akira bit his tongue to keep from snapping at the elder, and instead stiffly nodded.

"Ah~ She's just so precious isn't she?"

Akira couldn't bear to answer, so he remained silent- using all of his willpower to keep his face from exploding into a heavy flush, and to keep his hands from finding something heavy and hurling it towards his lover's head.

Naoya smirked and continued to poke at Akira's sore spot, knowing that the silvernette couldn't do anything while his Uncle was in the room right next to him.

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Yukihiro watched the exchange in front of him with a frown of confusion.

His nephew certainly seemed comfortable with his dark haired Senpai. Almost too comfortable...

Though Akira was generally always a very quiet and introverted person, the older male whom he was bantering with seemed to really be able to get a rise out of him.

Jutta had left the table at that point and headed towards the bathroom- whether to actually relieve himself, or to merely escape from the nauseating seen in front of him was unknown.

Hmm...I wonder if Jutta knows anything about that guy...from the sounds of it he did seem to be fairly comfortable around the man...I should go ask him...away from here so that A-chan won't overhear...

"I think I'm going to go head to the bathroom..." Yukihiro murmured as he rose from the table, giving a final backwards glance at his nephew and the silvernette's strange Senpai before climbing the staircase and heading towards the bathroom.

The older man reached the bathroom just as the door swung open and Jutta stepped out, wearing a peeved expression on his face before he noticed his Uncle and quickly changed it to a nervous smile.

"Oh, Uh Uncle! Sorry, didn't see you there..." The teen apologized awkwardly, finding it hard to explain to his Uncle that the reason why he was pissed was because of his older brother's so called lover downstairs.

"Yes yes, that's fine..." Yukihiro waved away the younger's concerns quickly before dropping his voice down low.

"Jutta...can I ask you a few things?" The man asked seriously.

The redhead was temporarily taken aback by his Uncle's formalness, but slowly nodded.

"Yea-h? What's...up?"

Yukihiro glanced down at the staircase before grabbing Jutta's wrist and pulling him further down the hallway, away from the landing where the kitchen was.

"Uncle...is something wrong?"

Yukihiro frowned and leaned against the wall, pursing his lips in thought.

"I'm...not sure yet."

"Not sure yet?" Jutta repeated quizzically, frowning in confusion at his Uncle.

The older man took a deep breath before looking Jutta straight in the eye.

"What do you know about that man downstairs, Shimikawa."

Jutta sweated nervously and bit his lip in thought.

Oh damn, this isn't good...I can't just go and tell him that he's supposedly dating A-chan!...Ugh...not good..not good...what am I gonna tell him?!

"Jutta?"

"I...really don't know that much about him..." Jutta replied honestly, meeting his Uncle's gaze and shrugging nonchalantly.

"I know he's studying in the medical field...and that A-chan met him shortly after he started going to college at the University...They go out for drinks on some nights...Other than that I really haven't had much interaction with him..." The boy explained with another shrug.

"Honestly Hide-nii has spent a lot more time with him than I have, so he knows way more about that guy than I do- " Jutta blabbed before he realized what he was even saying, and quickly snapped his mouth shut.

Yukihiro's brows shot up into his hairline.

"Hideyuki knows him? How?" The older man asked quickly, suddenly even more confused at the sudden revelation.

"Uh, er...ya know, I'm actually Uh...not quite sure..." Jutta scratched the back of his head as he cast his gaze downwards.

"Jutta." Yukihiro's voice became firm.

Jutta frowned guilty and bit his lip in distress. He didn't want to betray his older brother...but he wasn't sure what he could divulge to his Uncle that would be enough to satisfy the older man's curiosity.

He was really stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Jutta." Yukihiro repeated again, crossing his arms over his chest firmly.

The teen sighed in distress, knowing that he didn't have a choice.

A-chan, forgive me...

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"I wonder what's taking them so long. Though, I'm not complaining about their absences..." Naoya muttered out loud, pouring some freshly brewed coffee into a mug and sipping it slowly.

"I'm not sure." Akira mumbled in return, a feeling of unease beginning to creep into his chest. He rubbed at his temple again and sighed- his headache was getting worse and making him lightheaded and dizzy.

Naoya frowned in concern and brought another mug out of the cupboard- filling it with coffee before stirring in some cream and sugar to sweeten.

"Here." He set the steaming mug of caffeinated liquid down in front of his lover- moving passed the table and grabbing a bottle off the counter. He opened the bottle and removed two pills before walking back to where silvernette sat at the table, slowly sipping at his hot coffee.

"Take these. You need some pain killers or your headache is just gonna get worse.." Naoya offered the pills in his open palm and Akira took them with a slight nod.

"Thanks..." The silvernette mumbled, popping them into his mouth and washing them down with a swig of coffee and a grimace.

"I really hate taking medicine..."

Naoya smirked at his lover's childish stubbornness and reached down to smooth his silvery hair fondly.

"But it'll help you feel better, you know?" The dark haired male replied in a soothing tone, continuing to rub Akira's hair in a slow, calming fashion.

Akira sighed and lowered his defenses as he let his eyes slip close and leaned into the hand that was caressing him ever-so gently.

Naoya smiled contentedly and enjoyed their rare moment of silence together...

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Meanwhile...

"So let me get this straight-" Yukihiro's voice was low as he tried to comprehend what his nephew was telling him.

"Hideyuki is staying at the apartment of that manwho you're telling me is just a very dear friend of Akira's."

Jutta nodded his head vigorously, trying to look convincing.

"Y-yeah. A-chan and him are really just drinking buddies- that's all! They go out to bars a lot together, so I guess they've developed an amicable friendship!"

"Drinking buddies..." Yukihiro mumbled out loud, wracking his memories of when he went drinking just the other night.

"Do you know what bar they go to?" The older man asked suddenly, his train of thoughts starting to click back into place.

Jutta frowned in confusion for a moment before shrugging lightly. "I know they go to a lot of different bars, but...I think the one that they go to most often would have to be Seven, I guess..."

"Has Akira ever not come home after a drinking session with that man?" Yukihiro quickly asked again- a horrible feeling of dread overtaking him as he wondered what would happen if his train of thought was indeed leading him in the right direction.

"There...have been..a few times when A-chan hasn't come home..." Jutta mumbled.

Yukihiro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as a wave of nausea passed over him. He sighed again and looked Jutta in the eye- deciding to get the question out with.

"Is Akira seeing that man?" The older man asked seriously, his gaze a mix of determination and unease- anger and distress.

Jutta's eyes widened in shock, and that was the only affirmation that Yukihiro needed.

He quickly passed the teen and made his way downstairs, and by the time Jutta had realized what the older man was doing, he was already two steps behind.

"Uncle! Uncle, wait!" The boy pleaded, but the older man paid him no heed- reaching the bottom of the staircase and strolling into the kitchen.

The scene that met his eyes was the last outstanding confirmation that he needed to know that he was indeed, horribly right.

Akira's head was laid on the table, unmoving- his soft grey eyes gently blinking ever so often the only clue that he was still conscious. His right hand was resting on top of the table- pale fingers looped around a pair of tanned ones. Yukihiro's eyes traveled up to the face of the dark haired male, smirking softly as he petted the silvernette's hair with his other hand- gently combing his fingers through the silky strands.

"What..." Yukihiro's voice came out in little more than a whisper. "What is this..."

Though quiet, it was more than enough to immediately get the attention of the couple in the room. Akira's eyes flew open wide and his head flew up from the table as he wrenched his hand away from his lover's. Naoya looked far more composed than did Akira, but even he pulled his hands away in shock upon hearing the voice of his lover's uncle.

"What is this...?" Yukihiro repeated again, shaking his head slowly as a horrified look painted his face.

"U-Uncle, please..." Jutta tried to butt in, but was stopped by the older man raising his hand to silence the boy.

"Akira." Yukihiro spoke firmly, and the silvernette flinched.

His uncle hadn't called him by his full first name since he was a child- using it only when scolding him- preferring instead to call him by the cutesy nickname that was given to him when he was a toddler.

"Explain yourself." The older man continued firmly.

Akira flinched again, never having been spoken to in such a cold tone by his loving uncle before.

"U-Uncle please." Akira started, looking into the disdained older man's face with a pleading look.

Naoya glared at the older man but dared not speak unless Akira wanted him to- knowing that he could only make the situation worse.

Yukihiro shook his head and raised his hand, effectively silencing the silvernette.

"I've heard what I needed to from Jutta, so now just tell me one thing..." The older man stated in disbelief.

"Jutta?" Akira murmured in shock, his eyes darting up to meet the guiltily averting eyes of his younger brother.

"Akira." Yukihiro's deep voice sounded slowly and firmly in the open kitchen.

"Is it true that you're dating this man?" He threw a glare down to Naoya, who returned it right back.

"Uncle, please. You don't understand." Akira whispered as tears began to form in his eyes.

"Answer the question, Akira." Yukihiro returned firmly, his chest tightening as mixed emotions filled his entire body.

"Are you dating him?"

Akira bowed his head and leaned against the table as he drew in a short breath. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he raised his eyes to meet his Uncle's.

"...Yes...I am..."