Disclaimer: For the 9 millionth time, I do not own Junjou Romantica. God, enough already!

Hey guys, college has been eating all my time so here am, procrastinating on my homework by trying to write another lousy chapter. By the way, forgive any spelling errors or the merging of words, my spacebar s still broken and I may not catch all of them, so sorry beforehand.

And now, Chapter 37 (and then nap time, followed by gossip catch up time my friend insists on performing since we can only see each other for about 45 minutes each week, followed by class and then an all night TV marathon where I catch up on all the TV I've missed.)

Moving on…

"Henry Costner?" Usagi froze, momentarily forgetting his purpose for coming to this place.

"Yes, I can't believe you remember me." He bounced over to Usagi and embraced him, kissing him twice on each cheek.

"Uh…of course I remember you. We lived next to each other for ten years."

"Yes, but I've grown up so much since then."

"So have I."

"But you're always on TV for awards or interviews. You know, I thought I saw you on the street a couple of days ago, but you took off before I could get a good enough look."

That reminded Usagi why he was here. "Tell me, Henry, who owns this establishment?"

"I do. Why, are you looking for an escort, oh wait, you must be, since you came here not knowing I was here," he babbled at his childhood friend who he now realized looked rather distraught and ragged. Henry looked at the other man and saw he wasn't in much better condition. "Please, come and sit down, I'll have drinks made up."

"Wait, Henry—" but Henry simply sat him and Takahiro side by side at a booth towards the back and dashed off to the bar.

Takahiro looked at his friend. "Who is that?"

"His name is Henry Costner. Baron Henry Costner, I'm assuming now since he was the eldest son and his father was ill even before I left. He lived in the house next to mine in England. It's rather strange to see him now. We lost contact. I mean, I knew he was very into Japanese culture, but I had no idea he would actually own a club here."

"He's a noble?"

"Yep."

"Huh."

"Well, if he owns this place, maybe he saw Misaki." Usagi glared over at the bar where Costner had his back to him. The bartender, as well as a few hosts, was staring avidly at him. Then Henry turned back to them, a tray of drinks in hand. He sauntered over and set down the tray before dropping into the booth on the other side of the table.

"So, what are you two interested in? Pretty, shota, handsome, buff, cosplay or crossplay?"

"Huh?" Takahiro asked, thoroughly lost.

"None of the above," Usagi replied.

"Huh? Then why are you here?" Henry looked totally confused.

"We're looking for my little brother," Takahiro replied eagerly, now that he understood what they were talking about.

"Oh? I'm sorry, we don't have any role players like that…although, that's a good idea." Henry's mind drifted off as he imagined it. Misaki-kun would be perfect for that role. He sighed. Pity Misaki was only staying on for a couple more days. He decided he would try to recruit someone like that.

"What?" Takahiro asked, completely lost again.

"Henry, we're not looking for a cosplayer." He really hoped Henry had a good lead that would make Takahiro forget about this part of the conversation. It would be too much effort to explain what all that stuff Henry had mentioned was, and frankly, he figured once Takahiro actually knew that Henry had been trying to find out what kind of man Takahiro would want to flirt and/or sleep with might make his head explode. "We are actually looking for his little brother, who went missing three days ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Henry paused for a moment, before continuing. "So what brings you here?"

"He called his school from here to say that he wouldn't be coming to his classes. One of his teachers is a friend of mine so he called me to find out why he was missing school. He also called a friend of his and asked him to take notes for him so he wouldn't fall behind in class."

"Well, it seems like he intends to return so why are you chasing him? I mean, is he still in high school or something?"

"No, he's a freshman in college."

"Why are you so worried? Have you got a brother complex or something?" Henry smirked slightly when Takahiro flushed.

"I just don't want him to be hurt."

"Henry," Usagi interrupted. "He called his school from a gay host club. What if some perverted creep has a hold of him?" Usagi looked rather horrified by his own words. Hmm, the way he responded to my joke about his friend having a thing for his own brother…he sounds a bit angry.

Henry gave him a weird look. There was something off about this. He back tracked through the conversation until he found what was bothering him. "Hang on. You said that the kid's teacher called you, Akihiko."

"Yeah, so?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why would he call you? Why wouldn't he your friend, here, since he's the kid's brother?"

"Because he's better friends with me."

"So?"

"So what?" Usagi glowered. Henry was starting to get on his nerves. He had always done this. This questioning things until you wanted to punch him.

"So what's your connection to this guy's brother that makes your teacher friend call you, rather than a family member, to question his whereabouts?"

"Oh, did I forget to mention that?" Usagi was just so used to being around people who knew about him and Misaki that he had forgotten to tell Henry about his relationship. "He is also my lover."

"So let me get this straight. It's actually your boyfriend, who is also this guy's little brother, who is missing, correct?" Costner looked hard at his old friend.

"Yes."

"Well, if he's got you as a lover, then why did he run away in the first place? I certainly would never want to leave you if I was in his shoes."

Usagi sighed; he truly wished the beautiful boy already in those shoes felt that way. "He hates to hurt anyone by his own actions and he is forever feeling guilty for hurting my reputation—which he isn't but people keep saying he is—but what pushed him to take off was my father telling him that he was ruining my life. So he overreacted and ran away. He's probably using some stupid logic like vanishing is what's best for me." Akihiko looked down at the table, wondering for the hundredth time where Misaki was and what was being done to him. He reached out to one of the glasses on the tray that had been previously untouched and knocked back whatever liquid was in the glass he grabbed. Then he reached for another one.

Costner, realizing that his childhood friend was most likely going to be drinking quite a lot, signaled to the bartender to tell Misaki to come to the table which sat in Misaki's area. Then he looked at the two men again. "Well, I didn't see anyone make any calls from the bar, but I could have missed it. Have you got a picture of your lover?"

"Yeah," Usagi murmured, and began digging in the coat he hadn't bothered to take off. Takahiro also pulled out a wallet and flipped through it. He showed me a picture of a three year old with a building block in his mouth.

"Uh, that is not going to help me remember a nineteen year old." Henry's eyes flicked towards the bar and he called, "Blossom!" Usagi twitched at the word, his heart aching for his Misaki. His 'Blossom'.

A tall man came over; he was very built, for all he was wearing girls' clothes. "This is Blossom. She is a host as well as our semi-bouncer. She sees everything. Blossom, this is my old friend, Usami Akihiko and his friend…"

"Takahiro," Akihiko filled in, knowing that even if he told this Blossom Takahiro's last name, he would still be called by his first name.

"They are looking for someone who went missing a few days ago. Apparently, he made a call here last night. Did you see anyone call at the bar?"

"No," Blossom shook his head, "but I was in back for awhile, so I might have missed it. But I saw everyone who was in the club. Do you have a picture, or can you describe him?"

"Yeah, here." Usagi finally found the picture in one of the inner pockets. He pulled out a rumpled photograph of Misaki sitting next to Suzuki-san and smiling. Aikawa had been the one to take the picture since Akihiko could never get the boy to smile like that. He heaved a sigh and shoved the photo across the table.

Akihiko didn't look up to gauge his childhood friend's reaction, nor did he look at Blossom's face, so he missed the men's eyes bugging out. His head shot up though when both men yelped, "Misaki-kun?!?!"

"Nani?" Misaki asked as he approached the table.

Yay, almost time for them to be together again, I bet you guys are mad right now since I'm leaving it at yet another cliffhanger, but I had to stop it there. I wrote a lot. This is another really long chapter for me so bear with it. And review so I can be happier and can write more. This one i think might be the longest i've ever done...okay second longest. don't whine at me.