Man oh man. How long has it been? Here, have this.
Chapter Ten
"Usagi-san." Misaki says, his tone monotone and his expression weary. "Usagi-san," He repeated, the author not responding to the first call of his nickname. Misaki had picked up the name from his brother, upsetting himself every time he used it accidentally, not wanting to sound unprofessional. But the name was catchy and it stuck, so he started using it pretty much all the time.
It has been a month since Misaki attempted to get rid of himself as Akihiko's counselor, thinking it was not wise since Akihiko's (and Misaki's?) feelings for each other have become a tad bit more than counselor and patient relationship should be. But alas, his decision had been rejected (Misaki didn't even know that was an option until it happened) and Misaki has continued to counsel Akihiko weekly, trying his best to have those times be the only times him and Akihiko actually saw each other.
The brunette was still terribly confused and bewildered about the whole thing, despite being confessed to and kissed a good 3 or so times. It was all new to Misaki. He had never had someone be in love with him before (not that he knows of anyway) and he definitely has never been in love with anyone before himself. He didn't love Akihiko, right? He cared for him, sure. But as he's said before, that's his job. A person trained to give guidance on personal, social, or psychological problems. That was literally it. Now it's not like Misaki just expects to just say some words, send some links, and then everyone would be hunky dory like they are in the movies. That's not how it works. Obviously.
Misaki knows an emotional bond is a good way to get close with a patient, that getting to know them for more than just why they are in front of you is a more than okay thing to do. Being friends was an okay thing to be with a patient. Having a 'I'm-in-love-with-you-please-be-mine-forever' relationship? Not so much okay. It would be like if a teacher and a student got together. That just looks like being taken advantage of. A counselor has a job to be in charge of your feelings and literally telling you what your emotions mean. Misaki shivered.
At the moment, he was attempting to get the silver haired man's attention, but it was proving to be quite difficult. He stared at the man across from him, his chin resting on the palm on his hand, his elbow settled on the arm rest of the black leather chair. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady and quiet. Misaki twitched, watching the man sleep not 5 feet in front of him. He placed his folded hands on his desk before shooting a glare at Akihiko.
"Usagi-san!" Misaki bellowed, watching as Akihiko jumped from the sudden noise, his hand slipping from underneath his head, his head hitting his chest and then bobbing back up in a matter of seconds.
"Yes, what?" Akihiko said casually, as if he wasn't just caught sleeping right in the middle of a session.
"What is with you today? Why are you so tired?" Misaki asked, his tone quieter but still with a hint of annoyance.
"Hn." Akihiko rubbed his face and adjusted his position, sitting up straight and stretching out his back. "I have been working practically non-stop for the last few weeks, so my sleeping schedule isn't too great."
Misaki perked up at this new information. "Ah, really? Have you been able to continue writing at your level again?" Akihiko nodded as a response. "That's wonderful news!" He beamed.
"Yes, I've been able to come out with a new book already."
Misaki was surprised. "A full book? Already? Wow, you really must be a great writer to have been able to write a whole book in as little as a month! I commend you."
Akihiko smirked at Misaki's admiration, lifting up his navy blue carrier bag from the floor. "Yes well you have really helped me get out of my slump and back into my regular writing. It's not unusual for me to have a few works published in such a small amount of time. Would you like to see my current product? I am quite proud of it."
Misaki smiled and nodded enthusiastically, curious to see what his patient is made of. "I would love to see. I've never read any of your work before so it would be a great feeling to read something of yours for the first time that I had a part in helping you create."
Akihiko obliged by taking out the small book from his bag, handing it over to the excited nineteen-year-old. "I think it's safe to say I thought of you throughout the whole process of writing this." Akihiko admitted. Misaki took the book from the others' large hand an examined it.
The cover had two people on the front, two men, men that resembled quite closely to himself and Akihiko. He assumed that's what it was supposed to entail. "Oh is that us? Did you recreate our first meeting and our…" Misaki trailed off once he opened the book, exposing himself to a random page in the middle. He skimmed the page with emerald eyes:
Misaki blushed his adorable blush, not wanting to look into the other man's eyes as he was embarrassed easily. "Akihiko..." He whispered delicately, biting his bottom lip, it's light pink color outlining in a pale white from the force of his teeth. "Akihiko… we can't do this here- ah!"
"Oh? And why is that?" Akihiko asked gently, still running his tongue along Misaki's inner thigh. "I think you like it." He claimed, pausing to nibble on some flesh. Misaki gasped.
"It's wrong! And this is my office… someone can come see us."
"Let them see then. Let them see how cute you are, and that you're all mine."
Misaki moaned softly from his position laid out on his own desk, the cold oak making it hard to ignore the fact that he was naked, naked and for Akihiko to take. His eyes shot open as he felt Akihiko's mouth cover his-
Misaki twitched, staring blankly at the page in front of him. Without looking at Akihiko, he groaned out, "Er, Usagi-san?"
"Hm?"
"Just… just what the hell is this?" He asked, his voice low with confusion and slight anger.
"Ah it's called Boys' Love, BL for short. It's one of the genres I write for. What do you think?"
"What do I-" Misaki sputtered, slamming the book closed before throwing the piece at the writer's head. "WHAT DO I THINK? I HATE IT! WHY WOULD YOU WRITE SUCH A THING! GAHH AND USE MY NAME!? I NEVER GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO DO THAT! WHY USAGI-SAN WHY WOULD YOU WRITE US IN THAT WAY!?"
Akihiko picked the book up from the ground and placed it back in his bag, brushed off the area where the novel hit him. He crossed his legs and sat back in his chair before claiming, "Because I want to."
Misaki seized at the response, falling out of his chair and onto his desk. Then he remembered the scene he read and jumped up, looking at his desk with horror, as if the scene actually happened.
"But those things never happened!"
"It's fiction, Misaki, it doesn't have to happen for me to write about it." Akihiko said matter-of-factly. Misaki groaned and slumped back into his chair.
"Is that all you do? Write gross sex stuff with random people?"
"No. I also write regular literature, *" he deadpanned. "And it's not 'random people', it's people I've had/have feelings for."
Misaki sighed at the second statement, not wanting to get into anything with Akihiko about his 'feelings' for the younger man.
"Akihiko, go home and get some sleep. We'll try again on Wednesday." Misaki got up to see Akihiko out.
"Come tuck me in?" He tried.
"Goooo." He failed.
Akihiko grunted as Misaki held his arm, leading him toward the exit. He eyed his bag slung on Akihiko's, remembering the piece of shi- work that he had just endured. There was no way he was letting Akihiko walk out with that porn.
Misaki, like a spider monkey, snatched the other's bag (it still around Akihiko's arms), abducted the novel, and threw Akihiko's bag back to him. Misaki then proceed to tear the pages from said book, the individual pieces falling peacefully to the ground.
Akihiko scoffed at the silly attack. "That book has already sold 10 thousand copies, and is up for publishing another 10 thousand. But you're welcome to keep that one." With that, Akihiko made his way out the door, vanishing around the corner.
Misaki stared where Akihiko was last seen, not sure exactly how to react. So instead of reacting, he looked around his office floor, the mess he made of him doing the dirty written on paper. He plopped himself on the ground, surrounding himself with bits of white and black, picking them up with thin fingers.
Those thin fingers reached up to pinch his forehead.
This sucks.
I really can't say much besides that I'm really sorry. Hopefully this little bit makes up for it, even if it's just a little bit. I'll be updating again soon. Promise. (Who knows forreal though lol)
*I could not for the love of me figure out another way to say what kind of books Akihiko writes besides his BL stuff lol