14

"Misaki-kun fancy seeing you around here."

Misaki unconsciously tightened his hold on the trolley and let out a shuddering breath. Just act like you didn't hear anything and be on your way.

But being in a checkout queue at the supermarket while the person you're trying to avoid is standing right behind you makes the task a little bit difficult. Unfortunately.

Oh, god he wished he let Usagi-san come with him.

He felt an offending hand on his shoulder. Oh, that's just great. Now he really can't play that I-can't-hear- you card. Reluctantly he turned around and said, "H-hello Haruhiko-san. I didn't know you did grocery." Shouldn't he have a bunch of butlers or whatever to do that for him. Rich basterd

It's just a coincidence, just a coincidence Misaki-kun. Yeah, just like the last five times were. Coincidence? Usagi likes to say, I THINK NOT.

He gratefully moved forward as the queue became one person less.

"Thought shopping would do me some good. This is a nice place isn't it? Friendly enough. Do you come here often?"

"Y-yes."

Misaki held back his sigh. He better start looking for another supermarket to shop at. Again. He was band from the last one because of a so called intellectual writer and now he didn't dare come back here now Haruhiko knew he shopped here. Effin Usami's.

"So what do you say I take you to dinner? Have a talk." he lured seductively.

Oh, shit, oh holy mother of crap. Whatdoido, whatdoido! Haruhiko was using his seductive voice, the kind that made Misaki now he'd be in that fancy car of Haruhiko in two minutes flat. Wither he liked it or not.

He knew what he had to do. He tried to recall all those lectures Usagi had given him about strangers and safety precaution. Stranger danger is what he said. He bit his lips anxiously. Half of the advice Usagi had given him was sure to cause I riot and Misaki was not going to use the spray can Usagi always slipped in his bag. He rummaged his brain for something to do. Holy crap, his holding my hand!

"Come on." Haruhiko smirked.

"NO I WILL NOT HAVE SEX WITH YOU!"

At that point the whole store seemed to frizz and glance at the young boy ('he looks like kid' some one whispered) and the pale older man that hastily took his hands of the boys shoulder ('paedophile' another whispered.). But Misaki didn't stay long enough to see all the attention he had brought himself. With his cheeks firing red he dashed out the store leaving his groceries behind. Who would have thought Usagi's advice would come to some use. Not as many people as you would think.

"Misaki-kun!"

Misaki speeded up his pace.

"What the hell was that about?"

And now he was running. Oh god he was running like a mad man in the middle of the crowded street.

Usagi did mention something about a restraining order once.

"Misaki-kun, come back here!"

Oh, great, he just tripped an old lady. He helped the poor thing stand and bowed apologetically.

"Misaki-kun."

Now that voice was right next to him. It was very angry he noted. With a chill of fear he turned around.

Haruhiko held his shoulders (very tightly by the way) and hissed in his face. "What the hell was that all about? Are you insane?"

"Uh...you're kind of spitting in my face…"

He was ignored. "I can believe you would do something so stupid, who do you think-"

Misaki tried to wriggle out of his grip as Haruhiko continued talking. Had the Usami family never been thought about personal space? Haruhiko was invading his personal bubble! Usagi liked to do that a lot as well.

Speaking of the devil, what was it that usagi said would get him out of anything? Quarantined every time.

Oh, yeah. That. He winched. Well, drastic times do call for drastic measures, or so the saying goes.

He took a deep breath, preparing his lungs and screamed.

"RAPE! RAPE! HELP! SOME ONE PLEASE! HELP ME! RAAPE!"

Haruhiko eyes widened and he dropped his hands in horror. With one finally panicked expression he dashed off.

After reassuring the crowd of people that had gathered around him that he was alright and no the police wouldn't be necessary, he sighed.

With a smirk Misaki dusted his hands off in a highly self-satisfied manner and walked the rest of the way home whistling. Who says Misaki Takashi can't look after himself?

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