And so, there he sat, in boxers that were still dirtied from his late night escapade. His papa was upstairs, dragging the 'Great Lord Usami Akihiko' from his toy-filled bedroom, no matter the cost. His father was probably angry and tired, and Daichi couldn't remember what happened last night, nevertheless, have a somewhat normal conversation about it. He could hear the footsteps of his papa and his father, and silently pleaded for the best.

The two of them sat opposite of Daichi, Misaki glaring in his direction, and Akihiko looking rather uninterested in this 'sex talk' while he concentrated on lighting up a smoke. Misaki elbowed Akihiko, and the man spluttered, glaring back at the brunet.

"Say something!" Misaki hissed, watching his lover exhale a puff of smoke.

"No." Akihiko answered calmly, watching as Misaki silently fumed. If Akihiko wasn't going to say anything, he would!

"How could you just have sex like that?!"

"Woah, what?" Akihiko blinked, more interested in the boy's night than he had been. This was a new development in their child's life, and he was excited. Of course, he didn't show it, because he probably would've ended up with a bruised rib cage from his lover's elbow continuously jabbing into his side.

"You should at least wait until you're married!"

"But you aren't married." Daichi said, blinking at the two of them. Akihiko chuckled softly, but groaned in pain as his lover's elbow connected with his side.

"But he's right." He wheezed and Misaki rolled his eyes.

"Fine then, at least wait until you are old enough."

"I had sex when I was twenty-one, so what?" Akihiko said, not in any mood to reprimand his son.

"WHAT?! With who?" Misaki's eyes widened with jealousy. He'd.. He'd always thought that he was Akihiko's first, but with the experience the older man had.. he finally stepped out of his dream world and into reality.

"Hiroki."

It took Misaki a couple of seconds for this to sink in, before he realised just who he was talking about. "K-Kamijou the devil?"

"Ah, you know him?" Akihiko smoked thoughtfully, crossing one of his legs over the other and leaning back into the plush couch.

"He was my lit professor in college.." Misaki grumbled, angry. This conversation was going nowhere fast, and he still had to reprimand the boy for having sex with, in the brunette's mind, a stranger. "You shouldn't have sex with people you don't know. They might have STD's." Misaki said.

"But I do know him, Papa. He's my friend.." He watched his papa with a cocked eyebrow. He'd known Katsuo for a year now.. His eyes widened when he realised he'd never formally introduced them, or even told his parents anything about the blond. "I've known him for a year.." Daichi sunk further into the couch, face ablaze, and his eyes shifted to the ground. He was worried about Katsuo, then he looked at his papa with determination. "I.. I love him, Papa."

It took the brunette a couple more moments to realise that the boy wasn't lying, before he groaned again, rubbing his forehead. He was just going to leave this conversation where it was and go die of embarrassment.. He'd just made himself look like a total ass by throwing his son's friend, ahem- boyfriend, out of the house.. So he stood, climbing the stairs and slamming the door to Akihiko's room, leaving the two silverette's in the living room.

Akihiko smirked at his brown-haired lover, getting up to follow him. He ruffled the silver hair of his son as he passed, and gave him a piece of advice.

"Careful what you get yourself into, brat."

The sun was barely above the horizon when Miki pulled her sister from her dreams. Their room was still dark, the blackout curtains were pulled over the glass, but the computer sitting in Miki's lap was glaring small Japanese characters at her.

She was reading, and she had been reading since the early morning hours. But it wasn't like the books on the bookshelf, it had been something far more interesting, with more drama, better character development, and more romance. Especially more romance, and Miki liked romance.

It was called 'fanfiction', and it was a beautiful thing, Miki thought, and she signed up immediately. It was her fingers against the keyboard that woke up Yuki, and she groaned, burying her head into her pillow.

"Dammit, Miki, what time is it?" The brunette checked the clock on her computer.

"Um.." She weighed the options of actually telling her sister the current time, then decided she'd probably get books thrown at her either way. "It's 6:30.." Miki whispered, but squeaked when her sister glared at her with wide, angry eyes. The computer was closed quickly, and Miki got the hell out of there before her sister decided to throw books in her general direction.

She passed by her parents room quietly, careful to stay away from the squeaky floorboards. From inside, she could hear the quiet snores of her papa, and the slight chuckles of her father as he watched his Hiro-san sleep. She made a face as she heard her father cooing about how cute 'his Hiro-san' was. Come on, dad, keep it in the bedroo-...

Wait a second..

She shook the thoughts out of her head and continued to the living room, placing the laptop onto the coffee table and opening it. It still glared bright light at her, but her eyes adjusted and she went back to writing the story she had been before her sister woke up. But seriously, Yuki was so scary! Murderous even, but Miki wasn't going to go that far yet.

Behind her, she heard some movement from her parents bedroom and rolled her eyes. Sometimes they would go at it in the early hours, when her parents thought everyone was asleep. And it seemed like that was what was happening now.

Miki rolled her eyes and looked around, grabbing a pair of Yuki's headphones that were lying on the table, and plugged them in, turning on music to keep out the sounds of her parent's passionate love-making. Her story was coming along well, and she didn't want to be interrupted while she was on a idea-spree.

She finished the second page when her father stumbled from the bedroom, black hair tousled and flushing. Miki barely glanced up at him, and he sighed, noticing the bags under her eyes.

"Did you pull an all-nighter again?" He asked, worried. "That's really bad for your immune system."

"Hah?" She looked up at him, taking out the headphones that had been blasting pop music. Nowaki sighed and shook his head, sitting down next to the girl as he looked over the writing. It was good, and Nowaki smiled, a mix of nostalgia and happiness resided in his grin. He recognised the character names. They were from one of Usami's books, 'Moon in a Box', and he kissed Miki's forehead softly.

"It's good, sweetheart." He said as he stood, ruffling her hair. He had to leave soon, or he might risk being late to the hospital for the early shift.

"Daddy?" Miki called as Nowaki pulled on his shoes.

"Yes Miki?" He called back, looking back at her curiously.

"Please don't tell Papa. I think he would get mad at me if he finds out I'm not using the right conventional Japanese standards.." Nowaki smiled, nodding. It was good writing, but he knew Miki detested conventions, and broke them any chance she could. Her writing didn't sound like writing. It sounded like speaking, what normal people would say, not what an author would say. "And tell Tsumori-sensei to tell Akira that I say hi." Miki said, blushing softly. Akira was Tsumori's son, and Miki's classmate, and the two used their fathers to communicate during school break.

Nowaki smiled. "I will, but I bet he's just going to say hi back." Miki looked up from her writing, and began to blush harder.

"Tell him that I miss his sarcasm." And his eyes, and his smile, and- Miki blushed harder as she saw her father catch onto what she was trying to say. But Nowaki left without a word, and Miki turned back to her chapter. It was nearly finished, and the amount of romance that she poured into these couple of pages were nearly cavity-inducing. She paused her music, reading over the fanfiction quietly. The sentences flowed right, there weren't too many pronouns, and her conjunctions weren't over exaggerated, nor were they completely ignored. She smiled as she posted her first story: Warm and Together.

For hours, she watched her inbox, but to her dismay, nothing appeared. Not one favourite, follow, or review, so she slunk into bed with a frown. Maybe tomorrow would be different.

A/N: Nehehe, what an interesting installment... Misaki has the worst arguments... and Miki is writing fanfiction now! Lol, why not? Jeez, I've updated a ton this week.. I have no life..

invisiblemage: I'm glad you're looking forward to my writing so much that it pulls you out of exhaustion! XD But seriously, I keep getting better and better?! :'D this makes me soo happy! Nehehe, yes, yes, Katsuo is amazing! I wish he was real.. and with me... Don't get me wrong, I love Katichi (just made up that pairing name on the spot), but it's just something about blond asians... mhmm.. yeah, and anyways, I love life lessons, especially the ones that involve sexy guys. Mmmm~ And I'm glad you liked that last scene, even though those kinds of scenes generally make you mad, and I'm glad my characterisation of Katsuo and Daichi is working well! How was Usagi this chapter? Did I make it work? AND THANK YOU! I don't know how many times I've said this, but your reviews are always amazing and really awesome!

Pinky5907: As much as I would've loved to write a sex scene right there... this is rated T... TT_TT dis makes me sad.. (I might raise the rating though, which means sex scenes! YESSS!) And I guess they walked home? I really have no idea..