A/N: I'm likely not knowing how the story's going to end; therefore, it may not be happy… or alternative endings ;] I've no idea. Enjoy :)

Act Ten.

Misaki stared at the empty house feeling lonely and dull. His body was weak from trying to put on a brave face, smiling through the questions, and fighting back hysterics. He stood motionless at the door, his mind racing with memories, his heart pounding with loss, and his head, his head and body, hands, eyes, mouth, they urged him forward. They wanted Usami back.

Takahiro dropped a box in front of his kid brother, "This is all, Misaki. You sure didn't have much stuff…except for these." Takahiro pointed at the unopened boxes filled with jackets, ties, and trousers.

"Usagi-san thought I needed all those…" he trailed off, his green eyes lighting up with thought of Usami-ani bombarding him, strawberries, and the long night in the hotel room. There was a ripping sensation through Misaki's chest.

"Takahiro, really, if this is how it was before, I'm sure we can work something out," Usami appeared at the top of the staircase, his usual vest and tie secure, his glasses gleaming with the ceiling lights.

"No need to trouble you," Misaki spoke, his voice distant.

…

"A little brat like you?" Usami was sitting up in his bed, and IV running through the air, twitching as he turned to Misaki. "And I let you live with me? Why again?"

Sighing, Misaki felt his face become hot, he was refusing to cry; that would raise too many questions, at least from Takahiro. "Takahiro is married." He said flatly.

Usami raised both his eyebrows in shock, but he said nothing.

Fidgeting uncomfortable, Misaki did not know how to say what they've done, wrap up their lives in the short time Isaka had left them alone. "You wrote BL novels about him, you fell in love with him, and the look in your eyes is weird. It's…" he trailed off, feeling a bit strange, "not you." He finished.

Again, Usami stared wide-eyed, silent as he watched Misaki.

"Love. That's what you so casually said," Misaki whispered, almost bitter at the thought. "And I am so angry you played me off in your fairytales…and you bought me useless clothes for some banquet, where your brother tried to take me away. And Usagi-chichi hates me—"

"You know my brother and father?" Usami asked disbelief trickling down his lips.

"Baka-Usa…" Misaki stopped himself; nothing was working.

"You kissed me on Takahiro's birthday, in the snow, after I was crying for you. 'You don't know what it'd like to have Lord Usami fall in love with you'," he mocked, wringing his hands together as there was a thunk against the door.

"I'm back!" Isaka was enjoying the accident more than anyone was, even if it was just for a week or less. Sumi, too, was bound and determined to have a front row seat, ready to jump at the chance.

"You've never cried in front of anyone, but me," Misaki stood up, not wanting to look at his lover, and walked away. Isaka's voice echoed in the background of his mind as he grew further and further from the room.

"Hey, Misaki," Sumi's gaudy smile lit up the hallway, but Misaki just waved, not thinking twice. Not wanting to think.

…

"Are you sure about this, Takahiro?" Usami's periwinkle eyes scanned the first story of his house, there were few boxes, and nothing had really changed.

"Take care of the eels…" Misaki coughed, heaving up on of the boxes, "And I told Aikawa to find you a maid, or something." He opened the door, shifting the box to his hip.

Thump. Standing in the doorway with a smug look plastered on his face was Sumi. He was holding flowers in one hand and reaching around for the doorknob with the other. The cardboard box had popped open as it hit the ground.

"Senpai?"

"Sumi…" Usami trailed off, his eyes finally leaving Takahiro's figure to find a new home on the dark-haired man standing in the passage way.

"Misaki…" He said, grinning, "Sensei," his eyes lit up with the voice, with the sound, with the walls inside the house as he sauntered in. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Just leaving….Senpai?" Misaki whispered in disbelief the churning feeling in his gut returning. His throat began to swell and his face became hot. He shook his head, fiddling to pick the box back up. "Nice to see you."

Takahiro came back up to find the house empty of living inhabitance. He wondered where his friend had gone to, but the thought soon vanished as he noticed the remains of Misaki's boxes: the suits. Slowly and carefully, he shut the door, ready to go home.

A/N: it is short. And didn't quite turn out the way I wanted it... but THE END!

Just kidding. This is dar from the end. Lots of twists, i hope, to come. I'm a terrible twist maker and foreshadow-er. Hah. i hope this was something fun. REviews are welcome :)