Chapter Three - The Pervert and School Work
"Stop!' Misaki struggled , swinging his hips around the writers lap, 'You pervert, I'm under aged! Let me go!"
Usagi only smirked, successfully dragging the teens boxers and pants to his mid hip area. The grey haired man gave the boy a quick smack on his behind, hearing a gasp come from the skater, "You piss me off, maybe the fame did get to your head more then Takahiro gives you credit for. Mr silver medal moron."
"What did you say?!" Misaki turned his head to glare at the writer, only to feel another slap hit his bottom, 'Ah!"
"Still a professional brat huh?"
Misaki felt his face (somehow) more red then before, while he still struggled to be freed from the man's grip. This only amused the author more.
"Heh, you're kinda cute," Misaki felt a cold hand now making its ways to the back of his pants, making the teen feel something that he never once felt before. Teeth almost pierced his lip as he held whatever groans his lungs wanted him to make.
Before the boy could think, the man had released him from his grip. The skater only let a small sigh, as the color in his face was joined by small beads of sweat.
Usagi only smirked at the sight, removing his hand from the boy "That was too easy."
"Fucking pervert!' Misaki screamed. The skater rolled off the man's lap, landing ungracefully on the ground, pulling his clothes back on without hesitation.
"Let's talk about writing about you,' The author said in his normal monotone voice. He walked by Misaki, ignoring the death glare that he was receiving from behind him.
Both sat down at opposite sides. Misaki both his legs crossed and his glare seemed to be frozen on his face.
'I wanted to write about your experiences being a professional athlete and create a book with you based as a charter, not because I am very fond of you at this point, but because I need something different to write about apart from the novels, as I wanted to try a non-fiction-"
"Why should I help you?! Did you just forget what happened in there-"
"No, but I'm sure Takahiro would be so interested to hear about you ditching classes."
Misaki froze in place, giving the author only a look of complete fear. Usagi smiled slightly, he had the teen where he wanted him.
"Takahiro said you were behind on your school work and getting low marks on every major test, I called your school and turns out you're not an total idiot. You are just lazy."
Misaki almost growled at the man, "I am not! I train 4-6 hours daily, almost everyday! I -"
"Didn't say anything about your skating,' Usagi interupped the boy.
'I admit for a ridiculous sport you're a hard worker, but doing fancy jumps doesn't excuse the 12 absences you've had,'
Misaki only bit his lip, now refusing to look at the author in the eye.
'Now I can tell Takahiro, or you do the story. Which is it?" Misaki wanted to yell, scream, he'll even kill the man in front of him! The teen only bowed his head.
"Fine, I'll do the story. Just please don't tell Nii-chan or coach Sakamoto."
"This is going to be the longest few months of my life ..." The boy thought silently to himself.
- hours later -
Takahiro drove up to the building that Misaki and his long time best friend were at, it was night time and Misaki had a 5 AM practice before school.
Just as the man drove to the side of the building, he saw Usagi carrying his younger brother towards him. Takahiro got out running towards the pair.
"Usagi! Is he alright?" Usagi handed Misaki over to his brother. Takahiro couldn't help but notice how light the boy was.
"He fell asleep on the couch, but he did get some work done. He'll be caught up in no time," Usagi assured the man. The author made sure to give his best smile, even if it was completely fake.
Takahiro nodded, allowing Usagi to place his brother in the car.
"Sorry Usagi, I would love to talk but I have to go Misaki home-'
"Say no more, have a good night Takahiro, I'll pick Misaki up tomorrow afternoon," tamahiro bowed and rushed back to his car. Quickly making his way home.
"Till next time brat."
The silver hair man smirked turning back to his apartment complex.
- 3:24 PM - Ice Skating Rink -
"Jump high! Lots of strength!" Coach Sakamoto yelled. Misaki completed his death jump, immediately launching into a low spin, slowly rising himself to a near split, before stopping himself.
"Great job!' Misaki panted, nodding his head. Yuna tilted her head curiously.
'Misaki, come here please."
Misaki skated towards the exit, sitting on one of the benches at the front of the rink, "what is it, coach Sakamoto?"
The woman pointed at his right foot, "How is the foot?"
Misaki looked down at it, his foot had more padding then his left foot and for good reasons. Without it practice would be sow thing worse then hell, "It feels fine-"
"Good. I know you will need surgery, and you have improved beautifully,' she stated, placing her on his shoulder, 'So you have no reason to push yourself further, now is not the time to push yourself beyond you personal points, especially with the Olympic trials in only two months from now,mdo you understand?"
The boy only nodded in response, bowing his head slightly to his coach. Yuna signaled for him to practice alone, to which the boy was back on the ice in an instant.
Usagi was about to continue watching the boy, until he noticed the coach approaching him in the stands.
"I'm here to pick him up-"
"Usami-San, I'm not here to kick you out, I wanted to talk for a moment," before the author could ask, the woman turned around walking towards her office area.
"I hope she isn't another crazy fan,"
Once both reached the office area, Usagi noticed a bunch of pictures, both personal and news paper pictures. But one in particular caught his eye. It was of a teenage boy taller then Yuna, he had big brown eyes, neatly styled hair and he was smiling really brightly, but he clearly wasn't Misaki.
"Would you like a coffee? Since I'm sure you have patience considering you tutor Misaki?" The woman joked, still pours two cups of coffee. Usagi would of laughed if he wasn't looking her office.
One picture showed a young female skater holding the Korean flag, she smiling while holding her silver medal, that very medal was hanging in a case right next to the picture.
"Was that you?" Yuna looked at the photo the author was gazing at, and only nodded her head slightly. She sat down handing the other cup to Usagi carefully.
"Yes, that was me at the Winter Olympics in 1990, that was right before I moved to Japan to marry my husband and I only competed in two more competitions before retiring."
"Ah. So, you're Korean? That explains your first name," Usagi stated, he didn't find it surprising that a former skater was Misaki's coach.
Yuna only laughed slightly, taking a sip, "Yes, back then my last name was Ho, and we had one son together ..."
The Korean woman paused for a moment staring the photo Usagi noticed earlier.
"This makes more sense now,"
"Is that your son?"
Yuna grabbed the picture, she smiled softly at it, tracing her fingers over the boys face. Usagi frowned slightly, he recognized that type of look ...
-Flashback, Car ride to the Usami penthouse -
The car ride was silent, the. Again it was almost always silent.
Misaki was looking at a picture on his phone, seemly fixated on whatever he was staring at. Despite driving, the silver haired man didn't miss noticing that.
"What are you looking at?" Misaki was startled out of his thoughts, quickly turning his phone off.
"Eh ... Eh ... Nothing! Your just imagining things!"
"This kid is an awful liar ..."
"I'm not blind you know," Misaki gave the man an annoyed look, turning his phone back on. The man stopped in the building parking lot, turning his car off. The body allowed him to take the phone. It was a picture with young Misaki being held by his mother, and his father placing his hand on takahiros shoulder, the whole family looked picture perfect.
"Everyday I practice I need motivation to continue, if you think I like exercising on bloody feet that need surgery and having scars on my face from a blade, then you're not as clever as Nii-chan claims you are," Misaki muttered, not looking at the author.
Usagi gave back his phone, "Why bring in takahiro?"
"Because he has sacrificed so much for me ... If I don't win anything at the olympics and let him down ... After causing our parents deaths because of my selfish actions ... I could never forgive myself."
Neither said anything else, as both walked towards the apartment. Now Usagi understood why Takahiro warned him about mentioning their parents around Misaki ...
-End of flashback -
"Yes ... He was a junior skater ... But he passed away when he was 16. And a year before he would of been in the world championships," Yuna explained sadly, placing the picture back on her desk.
It more sense now.
"Then Misaki-"
"I have a soft spot for,' she chuckled. She picked up another picture this time, it was a young Misaki, who looked about 13 or 14, ' He reminds me very much of my own son. Both stubborn, hard headed, impulsive and ... Think something was their fault."
Before Usagi could question her, they both were interupped by a knock. The said boy walked in without waiting for a response.
"Sakamoto-Sensei, I finished my independent practice-' Misaki stopped, noticing the two in the office, 'Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt-"
"Oh no! It's quite alright Misaki. Me and Usami-San were just chatting, you may leave for tonight, and I will see you on Monday." Yuna said in a quick, no nonsense matter.
As the two were walking in the parking lot, only one question was in the authors mind.
"If Misaki blamed himself for his parents car accident when he was a child, then what did Sakamoto's son think he did wrong?"
The ride home from skate practice was almost silent, Misaki was barely able to keep himself awake. Eating a low calorie 'diet' and training himself to death, while trying to boost his grades was effecting Misaki more then he wanted to admit, but the Olympic trials for the men's selection was near by. There wasn't really any rivals Misaki worried about, his rivals were outside Japan.
"So, who do you want o beat at the Olympics?" Usagi asked, Misaki snappe don't of his thoughts instantly.
"Hey don't jinx me!' The boy said waving his arms around, Usagi simply ignored that, 'I have only two people in mind, Kim Sungsu from South Korea and some Russian skater who's name I can't pronounce."
"You can do quad jumps but you can't pronounce a non-Asian name?" Usagi asked, Misaki could see the man smirk slightly from the side. The now flustered boy took out his iPhone, typing something in.
"I found it! I-I-Iva-va-Ivan, uhh ... why do Russians have weird names?!" The boy exclaimed, sweat dropping at the amount of katakana needed to spell the skaters name. Usagi was tempted to face palm himself, but instead he let silent chuckle at the teenagers struggle.
I'm working on it! Ivan ... Zhu-Zhura- Zhuratov? Ehh no! Zhuravly-Zhuravlyov! Ivan Zhuravlyov! That's my other main rival!"
"Thank God this boy isn't planning to major in any international studies, otherwise he would manage to offend anyone with ease ..." the author thought at watching the boy be so excited over saying a single name correctly after butchering it so many time.
"I wonder if he is still mad at me for beating him at the silver position, while he had to settle for the bronze," Misaki thought outload.
The duo finally parked at the Usami mansion, where Misaki was going to spend the night because apparently Takahiro was very busy was something 'important'.
As soon as They entered Misaki just simply collapsed on the near by couch. The author was actually genuinely impressed by how fast the kid could could sleep, "Heh, I thought teenagers were suppose to not need much sleep, then again most don't exercise nearly 6 hours day."
the man just pulled off the teens shoes, only to have his hands covered in blood. Usagi drew his hands back, only staring in slight shock.
"This kids is pushing himself way too hard ..." the man just striped the teens feet of all the dirty bandages, he didn't even bother being careful at not waking the teen up, if Misaki could sleep through his blisters being messed with, he could probably sleep though an earthquake.'
two hours later -
"Any here is Choi Sakamoto! This young boy is on his way!" The announcer yelled, though his commentary was deaf compared to the crowd screaming and clapping for his performance.
Usagi watched the clips on YouTube, since seeing Yuna's office, he wondered how good her son was.
"No doubt he is his mother's son,' Usagi watched the clips rolled together. The next clip title shocked the author slightly.
Announce of Figure Skater Choi Sakamoto death.
A female announcer looked at the camera sadly, shuffling her papers, "I am reporter Mai Yota, tonight the skating world has lost an amazing skater in the men's division, 17 year old Choi Sakamoto, the only child of Yuna Sakamoto an Olympian herself, has passed away earlier this week. His cause of death was not announced, but this has come as a shock to both the skating world and fans alike-"
Usagi closed his laptop. The silver haired man closed his eyes for a moment before looking over at Misaki, who was still in a deep sleep.
"They are so much alike …"
The first thing Misaki saw the light creeping into the living room and the numbness of his feet. He rolled from his back to his side, the first thing he saw was the author typing with speed and coffee next to his side.
"Was he up all night?"the boy attempted to get up only to feel the pain in his legs catch up, the boy held his breathe until three, two ,one-
"OWWWW! It hurts so fucking much!" The skater screamed, ignoring the annoyed look on Usagi's face.
"About time you're up, now I can interrogate you."
Misaki stopped screaming to look at the author, the brunette raised his eyebrows, "Interrogate?"'
Usagi nodded his head, pointing to the chair across from him.
Misaki sweatdropped at trying to move. The boy laughed nervously, "Uh can I just talk from here? I kinda can't wa- Hey! W-What are you doing?"
Usagi picked up the boy with ease in a bridal style carry, he gently placed the Skater on the chair avoiding letting his feet touch the ground too harshly.
"Now we can start, how old where you when you started skating?" Misaki blinked in confusion, then he remembered.
"Oh right, the book …"
"Eh ... I was about six years old?" Usagi typed on his laptop momentarily.
he looked up from his laptop, "Has being a professional athlete affected your social and personal life?"
Misaki looked at down at his lap, remaining silent for a moment, "I have very few friends, because I'm always in practice. I consider my brother my best friend. In exchange for several titles I have no social life."
"I see, and no girlfriend?" Misaki's face turned bright red, Usagi would of laughed if he was not so interested in the answer.
"Ehh ... I'veneverhadagirlfriend." The boy said, quickly.
"Come again?" Usagi was enjoying emabtessing the boy, it was just too easy for him.
"I NEVER HAD A GIRLFRIEND! HAPPY NOW?! Misaki yelled, crossing his arms trying to look assertive, but he looked more like a stubborn child to the author.
Usagi just typed everything down, ignoring the death glare the boy was giving him, "Even your brother had girlfriends at your age."
Misaki slammed his fists on the table sitting in between the two, if looks could kill the author would be a dead man by now, "My brother isn't a professional athlete! And I have no interest in girls!"
"Boys?"
The teenager blinked in confusion.
Usagi waited patiently for the boys brain to figure out what he just asked him. The older man smirked as he saw the skaters face turn into several different shades red.
"I AM NOT GAY! I am just committed to my career!"
"You are very good at not falling on the ice, but lying isn't one of your talents, especially when talking about your 'diet', how 'not tired' you are, or when you are in such pain you can't even walk to bed without help, ' The author calmly observed, for once Misaki made no attempt to rebuttal the man.
"Which I'm not too surprised at, your brother can be oblivious at times, but still he was the first one to really break the wall I had created …" Usagi trailed off, stuck in his memory.
Misaki looked st him curiously, even though he wasn't the brightest light in the pack he could tell on earth thing …
"Usami-San ... you like my brother, more then just as friend ... don't you? …"
The boy was surprised to see the author chuckle slightly, "You're smarter then I give you credit for, ice brat.'
"Ehh, you do know my brother has a girlfriend, right?"
"I understand, but still being his friend is enough for me. When I heard him talk about how amazing his little world champion brother was, I was amazed at how deticated he was to you,' Green eyes grew as the teen heard the last sentence about his brother.
'Though I will admit, I was almost losing respect from him when he told me he approved of your corotzone shots, even if it meant his brother not being in a stage of constant pain."
Usagi pointed his eyes to Misaki's feet, the white bandages were now turning dirty again from the blisters and open sores.
'Just relax for today, it is your brothers birthday after all."
Usagi had to almost bite his lip not to laugh at the boy's expression, "Shit! I completely forgot! I'm the worst brother ever!"
"Calm down, silver medal. I bought liquor and your brother said he wants you and me there, I doubt he will hate you for not getting a present," Misaki looked at the ground, not looking up. He looked more like a statue then a teenage boy.
'And before we leave, you will eat. I don't want you fainting in the middle of the party. And I think you will still be less then 110 pounds at the end of the day."
The boy didn't respond back. The Skater was leaning over his chair, he had fallen back asleep.
The author signed, he closed his laptop saving the file for now. He walked over to the boy easily picking the athlete up. Walking up the stairway, the man took the time to look at the boy more closely.
"When he is asleep and not acting like a brat, he is actually pretty cute. It's still hard to believe he and Takahiro are related."