Guardian Angel
Chapter 2: I'm Your Guardian Angel
Usagi's POV
"Give us all your cash," the man demanded as he and his buddy cornered me in a morbid alleyway.
My being twenty years old and a smartass as always, I scoffed, "Seriously? I didn't think people did that kind of thing anymore. Then again, I guess there are those few who cling to such clichés."
"What're you goin' on about?" he bellowed.
"I was just pondering the improbably of sagacious caitiffs like yourselves having the capability to pull off such a brash act of thievery," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. They just stood and stared at me like dimwits; wait, they were dimwits.
"Don't try to confuse us with big words! What does that mean?"
I rolled my eyes. "I said I don't think you idiots can get away with this," I murmured, unconcerned for my own safety.
"Why you!" he growled, grabbing me by the collar and slamming me into the wall, lifting me at least a foot off of the ground. I just glared at him defiantly.
Just as the thug reared back to throw a punch, a small, high-pitched voice said, "Over here, Officers." I looked over to see a kid, probably a grade-schooler, leading a pair of cops our way. The boy had messy brown hair and not-so-innocent-looking emerald eyes.
"Oh shit!" The ruffians took off. One of the officers followed him and the other stopped to check on me. After assuring him that I was alright, I glanced down the narrow alley to see that the boy had disappeared.
—DING-DONG!—
I was jerked from my dream by the rude sound of the doorbell. I opened my eyes slightly and growled, then rolled over and pretended not to hear it.
I didn't ring again; instead, the door to my bedroom slammed open.
"Usami-sensei! Get your worthless ass out of bed and finish that manuscript!" a most unpleasant voice bombarded my eardrums. I tried to ignore it but to no avail.
I tore away from my cocoon of sheets. Grabbing a shirt, I stomped past my editor and downstairs.
"Where the hell are you going, you bastard?"
"Abroad."
"Whaaat?!" she screeched. I was expecting her head to explode.
I stopped suddenly, causing Aikawa to run into me. Takahiro stood in the hallway, staring at us curiously.
"Takahiro. Sorry I left so abruptly last night; something came up," I said casually in spite of myself. My heart was racing and my stomach flipped uneasily. Why was he here?
"Oh, that's okay. I understand," he smiled. "Um, anyway. I hate to ask you this, but…"
"What is it?" I asked. Anything for you.
"Kajiwara and me are moving, so could Misaki stay here for a little while? He just got accepted to Mitsuhashi and all…" I could tell he was uncomfortable asking this, and I was uncomfortable being asked this. Especially after what his brother did to me yesterday.
"U-uh…" I couldn't respond. I didn't really want the kid here.
"Please! I'm sorry if it'll inconvinece you, but he's already eighteen and he agreed to move out as soon as he's earning enough to live on his own. Please! For me?"
Those last words struck the cord. For him. Anything. I sighed, how could I refuse? —even after he unknowing rejected me so insensitively.
"Okay," I agreed reluctantly.
"Thank-you!" He bowed. "Is it possible he can move in today?"
"Today?"
I could feel Akaiwa's negative energy coming in waves from behind me. Oh great, something else to distract me from my work. I grinned manically at the chance to piss the woman off.
"Sure, no problem."
She imploded and fell to the floor.
"Thank-you so much!" Takahiro exclaimed again. He elbowed Misaki.
The boy flashed him a cold look. He looked at me and grinned smugly, "Thank-you."
I nodded and did everything in my power to keep from shivering from his icy tone.
As Takahiro and Misaki began moving his things into my apartment, I sat down on the couch to have a smoke. Akaiwa sat across from me, glaring daggers in my direction.
"Bye, Usagi. And thanks for everything," Takahiro said before he left.
"Yeah. Good luck to you and Kajiwara," I said without looking at him.
"Hai." The door shut, as I could have sworn my heart did just then.
Misaki lingered by the door for a moment before he decided to sit down. He was glancing at Akaiwa as if he were expecting her to attack at any moment. She probably would.
Letting out a trail of smoke, I introduced them, "Misaki, this is my editor, Akaiwa. Akaiwa, this is my friend's brother, Misaki."
Misaki visibly relaxed. Upon actually looking at him, Akaiwa cooled down and cooed, "Aw! He's such a cutie!"
Misaki smiled and said, "Hello, Akaiwa-san. I hope I'm not causing you any trouble by staying here.
"Of course not, sweetie," she said adoringly. The connected instantly. After a while of talking, the redhead stood up to leave. Throwing her bag over her shoulder, she frowned at me, "You better meet the deadline this time or else." She left.
Then there were two.
We sat in an awkward silence for a time until I finally said, "Mistuhashi, right?"
"Yeah."
"Any particular reason?"
"That's where my brother wanted to go."
"Oh."
Silence.
"Which department?"
"Economics."
"Make good grades?"
*"Three point six average."
"Oh." Not exactly an idiot, but not a genius either.
Another uncomfortable silence.
"Forget about my brother," Misaki said suddenly.
My heart skipped, having been reminded, "What're you…"
He stood up and slammed his hands down on the table, leaning forward and gazing at me intently. "Just give up on him. Make my job easy."
My expression hardened and brow furrowed. What was with this kid? I grabbed his wrist and jerked him around the table and onto the couch. Positioning myself on top of him and pinning his hands above his head, I scowled down at his surprised demeanor. "What the hell do you know? What gives you the right to tell me that?" My eyes narrowed and I slipped a hand under his shirt, causing him to gasp and squirm. "Make it easy for you? Is this easy enough?" I reached down and began to pump him slowly.
"Ugh! Th-that's not… what I… meant…! Mmm…" I smirked when I heard his moans of pleasure. I pulled back, expecting him to wiggle away, but he didn't. Instead, he turned around where he was and looked up at me with serious green eyes. This irritated me.
"Fine," I gave in. "If that's not it, then what'd you mean by your 'job'?"
He hesitated, then said, resigned, "I'm your guardian angel."
The words completely slipped by me and at first I thought I had heard him wrong. "What now?"
He just glared at me as if to say, "You heard me."
I remembered my dream of what had happened eight years ago. It had to have been him, the similarities were too close. Even so, I was still disbelieving. "Sure, kid," I huffed.
He just shrugged, got up, and walked away as if he didn't care if I believed him or not. I sighed and picked up my discarded cigarette.
What had I gotten myself into?
*3.6 average: A's and B's. Since I forgot to mention Usagi tutoring Misaki I decided that I'd just make him get good grades on his own.
I'm kind of nervous writing this fic. I haven't written a story in 1st person in years. I hope it turns out okay.
Next up is Misaki's POV.
Review please! ^__^
