Here it is~ the big reveal chapter! This is the breaking point where the story speeds up. I really want reviews on this one! Please give me your opinion on it and tell me if I got any facts wrong (I'm kinda posting this without checking the books cause I'm gonna be busy with school for a while after this one). Thank you for reading this!

Chapter 11 (Usagi)

"Tell me where Misaki is."

Sumi sipped his tea and sighed, "I'm not stupid, Usami-sensei. We had a deal, and i know if I tell you now you'll be out the door before I can blink."

He leaned back in the seat and smirked at Usagi, "Don't worry, I'll tell you after we have a little fun."

Usagi gritted his teeth.

"How do I know you'll tell me," he growled, "or that you even know anything at all."

"Thats the beauty of it. You don't know. You'll just have to trust me," Sumi answered.

Usagi's glass of tea shattered in his grip.

"This isn't a game! Misaki could be in trouble and you're just going to treat it like a game of keep away," Usagi shouted, finally losing his temper.

Sumi simply sipped his tea again, completely unaffected.

"I don't have time for this."

Usagi stomped towards the door and grabbed the handle.

"I am perfectly willing to give you the information you need, Usami-sensei. You are the one delaying it; you have been the entire night. So, anything that happens to Misaki-kun isn't because of me, it's because of you."

Usagi looked down at his now bleeding hand, unable to move.

'Misaki...'

"...fine," Usagi released the handle in defeat.

Sumi stood,"Let's go then."

He lead Usagi into the next room where a large bed took up most of the room. Candles and Usami Akihiko books were scattered about in strange decoration. Usagi shuddered at the sight. There was something about the room that was strange, something he couldn't really seem to place...

"Let me see."

Sumi gestured to his cut hand.

Usagi lifted his hands up indifferently. Sumi held them gently, looking at the gash that was deep in his left palm. It was still bleeding pretty steadily.

"You gave yourself a bad cut," he murmured gently.

A pair of handcuffs clicked closed around his wrists. Usagi's head shot up in shock, but Sumi didn't give him time to react. Usagi was suddenly tripped backwards onto the bed, banging his head on the metal backboard. By the time he registered what happened, Sumi was sitting on his abdomen to stop him from getting up.

"Don't want you changing your mind," Sumi said in a sly tone. He grabbed Usagi's wrist and connected the handcuffs to another pair fastened to the backboard..

Usagi couldn't hide his shock as he looked up at the boy.

Sumi smirked at his reaction, "Do you know how long I've waited to do this?"

He paused to brush his fingers over Usagi's hair and bring his mouth close to his ear, whispering:

"I suppose thats how your brother feels too."

Usagi hissed and shook his head, "What are you talking about?"

"I guess I can tell you now," Sumi glided his hand over the handcuffs and down his arm as he spoke, "I did a little research after our little encounter and found your brother, by chance, he also happened to be involved in the publish company my father frequents. And, after a few talks with Misaki-kun, I found that he was just like me: desperately in love with someone who could never love him. But there is one big difference between us: I accept it. I realized that I don't need your love; your suffering can be just as good."

Sumi unbuttoned Usagi's shirt and rolled his fingers over each new revealed inch.

"So, I sent him a letter," Sumi smirked, "I told him that poor Misaki was so brainwashed by your abuse and force that he couldn't leave- how much he complained about his chores- how much he cried and so on and so on. He must think very little of you because he took the bait immediately."

Usagi's didn't know what to do. He was shaking now, out of rage or fear, he couldn't tell.

'This isn't possible. Misaki is with-'

"To be truthful, I didn't really think you would agree to this. I underestimated your love for him; it's a pity you couldn't protect him."

Usagi's eyes narrowed with anger.

"You underestimated another thing about me," he growled.

Sumi looked up from leaving hickeys on his chest, "What's that?"

"I'm not so easily taken advantage of."

In his fury he brought his knee hard into Sumi's croach. Sumi's face twisted in a silent cry, slumping over in pain. Usagi brought his other leg around the boy's side and shoved him off the bed in a folded up lump on the ground. He twisted over onto his stomach, feeling the handcuffs cut into his skin, and threw himself backward breaking the chain. He flinched slightly at the pain in his wrists, but quickly composed himself.

"Inferior brand; fake handcuffs," Usagi spat, looming over Sumi's gasping face, "You are still 8 years younger than me."

He brought his foot down hard on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him, "If I ever see you again; I'll kill you."

Usagi rushed to the car, not bothering to even button up his shirt, and sped away from the house.

His hand was bleeding again; it really was deep.

He was tired, in pain and scared, so, so scared.