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Again, I came up with this part of the story spur of the moment. For some reason I always do that. I can never plan anything because I just end up changing it. Honestly, in one of the novels I am currently writing, I was going to just kill off one of the static characters, but I was worrying about not developing the character before I killed him, but I ignored it. So of course, halfway through writing the scene where he was murdered, I simply had him captured and turned into a werewolf. How's that for being unable to make any decisions other than last split second ones? Anyway, after my nice long and pointless tangent, here is the next chapter.

Chapter 13

Usagi glared at the ceiling and called himself nine kinds of idiot. Did he honestly think he could make it on his own without the man he loved? Answer: no, he could not. He had intended to let what happened happen since he knew that Takahiro always had had Misaki's best interests at heart. If Takahiro thought this was the best way to go about it, then so be it.

Misaki…

Usagi's thoughts focused on his young lover. The man he would probably not see for a while.

Unless he decided to do something about it. His resolve grew and he stood up and grabbed his coat and shoes. Then he practically ran out of his apartment and into the night.

…

Misaki hopped off the subway and began to run for the stairs. He burst out into the night and ran for his apartment. Reaching it, he threw his key into the lock and turned it. Then he ran headlong down the hall to the elevator. Gasping slightly, he pressed the button. The doors opened instantly as if someone had only just left the complex. (a/n: hint hint) Misaki pressed the button to his floor and waited, pacing frantically. He needed Usagi-san right now. He was mad at his brother, he didn't want Usagi-san to be mad at him too since he'd gone home with his brother in the first place.

The doors opened and Misaki flew down the hall. At the penthouse door, Misaki turned the key, and shoved the door in. "Usagi-san?" He yelled as he hurried inside, kicking off his shoes as he ran. He found the living room devoid of any life. The stack of presents was still there. Misaki glanced at it. His gift was missing. He checked to see if it had fallen under the table. Instead he found the wrapping paper for it. So he opened that one already. Misaki smiled. God, he loved that man. "Usagi-san," he called again, realizing the man had yet to appear. He looked up, expecting his lover to appear at the balcony rail.

No one came.

"Usagi-san?" Misaki dashed into the kitchen, first. No Usagi-san.

The office room: no Usagi-san.

His bedroom: no Usagi-san

Misaki's bedroom: no Usagi-san

The bathroom: no Usagi-san

Usagi-san was gone. Misaki dashed back into the front hall and saw that Usagi-san's coat and shoes were gone. Where the hell did he go? Misaki wondered, worry touching his eyes. He bit his lip, refusing to cry over the fact that his lover was not anxiously awaiting his return. It was far too selfish of him. But…it didn't stop him from being sad.

Then he remembered something. Cell phones, duh. Misaki dug out his phone and pressed speed dial. Tinkling music rang out behind him. He turned to see Usagi's phone lying on the table. Idiot, Misaki thought, scathingly. Who goes out in the middle of the night and forgets their cell phone?

Misaki snapped his phone shut and the music cut out. He sat down on the couch to wait for his lover to return.

He waited ten minutes.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Forty.

When an hour had passed with no sign of the older man's return. Misaki got fed up. At this rate, I should have just stayed with Onii-chan. He gave Usagi-san ten more minutes, and then grabbed his shoes and went out the door to catch the last train to Takahiro's house.

…

Usagi dove for his red sports car in the parking garage. He fell into the driver's seat and started the car. He began thinking about how to make his case to Takahiro. Simply saying that he needed Misaki would not satisfy his lover's brother. This had to be beneficial to Misaki. Even though he knew that Misaki saw them living together as beneficial, Takahiro could easily just argue every point Usagi could make. No, he needed something better. He glared absently at the advertisements on billboards while he thought it over. He could tell Takahiro that Misaki needed to live with him because he had connections to the university, and because he would make sure that Misaki's grades stayed above failing, which had always been what Takahiro had always consulted Usagi on it the past when Misaki came up in their discussion. Yes, that would work. As long as he could make that fact stand out more than anything else, the fact that Takahiro needed Usagi to keep Misaki from failing his classes, he might just be able to pull this off. Maybe not tonight, but he could probably get Misaki back within a couple of days.

He looked back at the road as his plan solidified. Hang on, Misaki. He sped down the freeway, determined to get through to Takahiro. Maybe Manami might help if she knew he felt stupid for letting go of Misaki in the first place. He just hoped the Takahiro would listen to them and not be a complete airhead and blow them off. He needed his Misaki, soon.

Okay, I know this one is short too, (well, the word count isn't really that small, but its got a lot of long paragraphs, which makes the story look shorter than it actually is) but I love making cliffhangers and I've only gotten one review tonight, so I can only guess that no one liked that last chapter. So I wrote this chapter spur of the moment, adding twists in the plot as I went. So please review so I can go to sleep happy tonight.