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Hiroki: Just go to bed already.

Chey: *Yawwwwwwwwwn* No.

Misaki: Then say the Disclaimer.

Chey: *Yawnnnnn…* Fine…I own nothing.

Misaki: Good…now go to bed.

Chey: Can't…I'm too pissed off. If I go to bed now, I'll just end up watching Stargate SG-1 for two hours.

Misaki: Chey-chan…

Chey: Don't say it. Let's just get to the story. I own nothing.

Chapter Eleven

Hiroki paced the apartment, trying to decide what to do. The brat wanted him to tell Akihiko that he was a ghost and hanging around. On the one hand, Akihiko might stop moping…on the other, the situation could be made much, much worse.

Hiroki ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it into a mess. "Damn brat, confusing me." He continued to mutter about it as he paced until the door opened.

"I'm home, Hiro-san." Nowaki appeared like magic in the entryway.

"Nowaki, what are you doing home?"

"For the first time since I started work, there's a bit of a slump. The head doctor sent me home." He walked over and embraced his lover who sagged in his grip.

"Oh, welcome home, then."

Nowaki smiled and pressed a kiss to Hiroki's mussed hair. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes. No, well…Akihiko's brat asked me to tell Akihiko that he was a ghost or whatever. And that was after he somehow took control of my body."

"He did what?" Nowaki murmured as his hands shifted, one going up to wrap tenderly around his neck, the other toying with Hiroki's belt buckle.

"Took control…" Hiroki realized that Nowaki didn't actually care about what had happened at this particular moment.

"Is he still in control?" Nowaki asked softly in his lover's ear before biting into the cartilage.

"No…" Hiroki gasped. He twisted in Nowaki's grasp to kiss the larger man.

"That's good," Nowaki replied and slipped a hand into Hiroki's pants. The two barely made it to the bedroom.

Misaki went back to Usagi-san's apartment but found it deserted. He sat on the couch and stared vacantly, just breathing. He inhaled his lover's rich scent. Akihiko had been spending a lot of time there it seemed. Misaki flopped down on the couch, plunging his face into a cushion to absorb as much of Akihiko's smell as he could.

He started to wish he could see his lover and then he was on his hospital bed. He lifted his head and saw Usagi-san sitting a few inches away with his head down on Misaki's limp, comatose hand. His lips were pressed to Misaki's fingertips. His eyes were shut.

"Usagi-san," Misaki whispered.

There was no reaction, of course. Misaki was irked. He felt rather tired of this. Being unable to communicate was a hassle in the extreme.

Hiroki went to the hospital with Nowaki that evening since he figured that was the best place to find Bakahiko. Sure enough, there he was in the brat's room. So was Misaki's spirit. This was going to be an uncomfortable situation. "Akihiko," Hiroki said seriously as he walked in.

Akihiko didn't react beyond a slight shift in his shoulders. He just continued to stare at the brat's face and clutch his hand.

"Akihiko, I need to talk to you."

"What is it, Hiroki?"

"It's about that br—about Takahashi."

Akihiko looked up. His eyes were lifeless, their glowing amethyst irises reduced to a dull and faded periwinkle. "What is it?"

"He's here."

An eyebrow went up. "Thank you for stating the obvious."

"No, idiot, I mean…" Hiroki trailed off, running a hand through his hair. "His spirit or whatever."

There went the other eyebrow, disappearing under his unruly blond locks.

"He wants me to tell you that he…that he doesn't know how to get back into his body."

"You can see him?" Usagi-san breathed. His reaction was not what Hiroki had expected. Disdain, or even anger, would have been more believable than the serious expression on his face as he got to his feet, still holding onto Misaki with one hand. "Where?"

Hiroki twitched. He didn't really understand this sudden eagerness but whatever. "He's standing to your right, about a foot away." Akihiko reached out and his hand went through Misaki's cheek.

Misaki adjusted so that Akihiko's hand seemed to rest against it. "Usagi-san," he whispered.

"Is he saying anything?"

"Just your stupid nickname."

Misaki glanced briefly at his professor and said, "Can you tell him that I'm okay and I'm trying to wake up."

Hiroki relayed this, flushing angrily. Akihiko gave a very small but playful smile. "I love you, Misaki. Please don't hurt yourself doing that."

Misaki smiled, happy to see Usagi-san smiling for the first time in ages. "Usagi-san…" he murmured again. He wanted to kiss his lover. Under normal circumstances, he would never consider such a thing but…desperation was making him reckless. He brought a hand up to touch Akihiko's face. Akihiko couldn't feel it but it made him feel slightly better.

Then a though occurred to him. He'd been inside Hiroki's body before. Was it possible he could do it again? He looked again at the rather embarrassed Sensei, who was very carefully not looking at his best friend and student.

"Sensei," he murmured, stiffening his resolve. "I'm really very sorry for this."

"For what—" Hiroki started but then Misaki pulled away from his lover and collided with him. And then went into him.

Hiroki stumbled a bit. And then he sank below the surface as Misaki claimed the brunet's body for a second time. He stared out of Hiroki's brown eyes, which softened under Misaki's control. "Usagi-san," he spoke with Hiroki's voice.

Akihiko rounded on him, his eyes searching the other man's face. "Misaki," he whispered, shocked.

Misaki nodded. Then tears welled. "Usagi-san, I'm so sorry about all the trouble I'm causing. I want you to know that—" He was silenced by his lover's fierce kiss. Misaki fell into the warmth of the kiss immediately. The sane part of his mind, which was partially aware of Hiroki's body noted that this body recognized Usagi-san's kiss. It had savored this kiss once upon a time. Jealousy cut through the pleasure of being kissed for the first time but he shoved it down. That had been a long time ago.

Misaki chose instead to wrap his arms around Akihiko and kiss him back as hard as he could. When he finally broke away, he gasped, "I love you."

"I love you too," Akihiko whispered back.

"What?" a voice asked. Both men turned to see Nowaki in the doorway with absolute horror in every line of his handsome face.

Chey: And Cliffie!

Hiroki: You are a horrible person.

Nowaki: I'm siding with Hiroki on this one.

Chey: I can't win, can I?

Akihiko: Nope.

Chey: Maybe I can win with the readers. Review please, next chapter will probably be the very last followed by an epilogue. Thanks for reading!

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