Misaki turned to the final page of The Kan manga he was reading and sat back in his reclined seat. Stretching his arms, he let out a loud yawn and rubbed his eyes. Looking down at his watch, he saw that it was past eleven, almost midnight. He was relieved when he learned that the manga café was opened late this Saturday due to the manga convention that had just passed. It was an excellent place for him to kill time. Misaki had actually fallen asleep in the chair a couple of hours ago, a book draped over his face. The quiet time alone made him feel more relaxed so that he could better gather his thoughts.

I guess I should go back home, Misaki thought sadly.

But...Usagi-san...he's still mad at me...I-what's the point of going home if Usagi-san is just gonna ignore me?, Misaki thought , suddenly feeling very cold. He rubbed his arms, in attempt to get rid of the goose bumps that he could feel starting to form on his skin.

I-I could go over to Todo's house for the night...and stay there...maybe-...No...I mean...I have to go home...make Usagi-san understand...that I only l-love him. I can't just run away, Misaki thought resolutely.

He grabbed his bag and swung it over his shoulder. He then picked up the bag with Usagi's present in it and walked out the entrance. Outside was dark and chilly. Misaki wrapped his sweater closer to his body and kept walking. It was only a five minute walk to the train station from where he was in downtown Tokyo. Misaki could already see the lights of the train station ahead. He quickly went into the station and bought a ticket from the ticket booth. As soon as he made his way down the platform, the train was already pulling itself onto the tracks, boarding passengers. He had made it just in time. Misaki didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. He boarded the train, which was seemingly empty and sat down in a seat, pressing Usagi's gift into his chest.

After a twenty minute ride, Misaki came to his stop and got off the train. He exited the train station, and began to walk home briskly, feeling the cool air run against his cheeks. After a couple minutes of walking, he slowed his pace, thinking of what he would say to Usagi to make him understand how much he meant to Misaki and how he would never do anything to hurt him. Everytime, Misaki thought of something, he found flaws in it and pushed it out of his mind. He didn't even know if there was anything he could say. Usagi trusted Misaki. He knew it. But Misaki had still made himself look guilty of cheating when he wouldn't tell Usagi why he had gone to Ijuuin's apartment in the first place or what they did when they were together. Misaki couldn't just tell Ijuuin's secrets to anyone. It would make him untrustworthy and a liar. He sighed and kept walking. The condominium complex was now in view. He walked across the street to the building and entered the doors. Misaki thought about taking the stairs just to put off seeing Usagi, who would most like still not speak to him, but the brunette stayed strong and decided that he would face the problem head on.

He made his way towards the elevator and took it up to their floor. He dialed the entrance code into the security keypad on the door and quietly made his way inside the condo. He shut the door so quietly behind him that he barely heard it himself. All the lights were off. Misaki took off his shoes by the door and walked further inside. He strained his ears, trying to pick up the familiar sounds of Usagi. His mug clinking on the glass table, his heavy footsteps on the carpeted floor, or his long fingers quietly hitting the keys on his keypad as he typed. There was nothing. Everything around him was silent. Misaki clicked on the light in the living room, but the author was nowhere in sight. Usagi's unpacked luggage was on the end of the couch. Misaki walked into the kitchen and saw that it was also empty.

He made his way out of the kitchen and into the living room. Glancing up at the staircase, he sighed heavily. He squeezed the bag he was holding tighter in his hand and slowly ascended the stairs, his feet making soft noises as he did so. He put his ear to the door and listened for any signs that the author was there working. Silence greeted him. Misaki raised he hand and knocked on softly on the door. There was no answer from the other end. He raised his hand and knocked louder and waited to a response. There was still nothing.

Is-is Usagi-san ignoring me?..., Misaki thought sadly. He could feel his chest beginning to tighten with anxiousness.

No...Usagi-san...he wouldn't do that...at least I hope not...he would at least...answer me...I, Misaki thought trailing off. The silence coming from the other end of the door still stayed. There was no sound of movement from inside. He turned himself away from the door and walked three feet away.

He's...he's probably not home.He's-he's out I guess...but...I...I need to talk to him. Misaki thought sadly. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and scrolled down to Usagi's number. He pressed the call button and held it to his ear. As it began ringing, Misaki was about to make his way to his own room, when he heard something. It was the sound of Usagi's cell phone ringing. He traced his steps back to Usagi's door and stood listening. It was coming from Usagi's room.

So-so he was ignoring me then..., Misaki thought sadly.

He walked closer to the bedroom door and stood in front of it, suddenly feeling very nervous. Misaki could still hear Usagi's phone ringing on the other side. He shut the phone shut and raised his hand and knocked softly, holding Usagi's gift bag to his chest. There was still no answer from the inside. He knocked louder and listened again but he was met with the same silence that had greeted him earlier.

He-he could be sleeping...either way...I have to talk to him...at least see him, Misaki thought. He knocked on the door again and there was still no answer. Taking a deep breath, Misaki slowly and quietly pushed opened the door.

"U-Usagi-san?", Misaki called gently through the door that was now creaked opened. His nose crinkled slightly when his nostrils were hit with a smell that was both strange yet very familiar at the same time. It was a sweaty, almost musky scent. And he could smell the strong scent of alcohol.

"Usagi-san?", Misaki called again, pushing the door open wider.

There was no answer.

"I...um...I know that y-you're still mad at me b-but-", Misaki started but stopped when he heard a muffled groan. Misaki that felt something was strange. The groan he heard...it sounded weird to him. Misaki, who had spent countless nights with Usagi knew all the sounds that the older man would make, when he was awake and asleep and the groan that he heard was not that of Usagi's. He heard the sheets shuffle on the bed again and Misaki walked into the room more. He did not want to put the light on because he didn't want to wake Usagi. Instead, he adjusted his eyes to the darkness and focused on the bed where Usagi was. He could see the older man sleeping, his head hung low against his arms, but he could see something more. Looking down the author's figure, Misaki could see an arm wrapped around Usagi's waist. Misaki felt his heart dislocate in his chest. He put his hand to his mouth to hold in the cry that was threatening to come out. His eyes burned with tears as he realized the one thing that he had feared most. In the bed wasn't one figure...there was another person in bed with Usagi.


A/N: Well the cat's out of the bag now! :O

How will Misaki react to this? What will happen next? O_O''

Find out in chapter 52!

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