This is getting hard to write...MUST KEEP IDEA GOING! Though the chapters do seem to get longer every time...LoL I'm so inconsistent.
Aikawa gone now, Usagi knocked lightly on Misaki's bedroom door.
"Misaki?"
No reply. He opened it a crack and peered inside; not seeing Misaki, he opened the door wider, wondering where the young man had gone. He stopped short when he saw Misaki lying flat on the floor.
"Misaki?"
Usagi dropped to his knees beside him and was about to start shaking him when Misaki began to mumble.
"...no...they're purple..."
Usagi sat back and signed in relief. He was just sleeping...
"...purple..." Misaki mumbled. Clearly his dream was quite purple.
Watching Misaki's sleeping face, Usagi couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. He found it hard to suppress the urge to wake Misaki and never let him sleep again. Before, he'd found Misaki adorable when he slept, but now it scared him. He much preferred having Misaki awake; it made him happy to see Misaki's wide green eyes looking back at him.
Even since Misaki had been home again, Usagi hadn't been sleeping well. He'd get up several times every night to check on Misaki, watching him quietly from the doorway, not moving until Misaki snored or rolled over or did anything, really. As long as he showed signs of life, Usagi was reassured.
"...one-eyed...purple..." Misaki rolled onto his side and mumbled some more.
Usagi chuckled. Misaki's dream apparently had an excess of purple in it. Carefully, he gathered Misaki in his arms and stood up; he walked over to the bed and gently laid Misaki on it, trying not to wake him. Before he turned to go, he ruffled Misaki's hair lightly.
"I love you, Misaki," he whispered, then turned to leave. He closed the door behind him and left Misaki to his nap.
"...baka-Usagi..."
Misaki rolled over and slept on.
Footsteps pounding down the stairs interrupted Usagi's quiet reverie. He'd been lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, but sat up to investigate the sound. Misaki ran down the stairs, jumping the last two, and rushed into the kitchen.
"Careful, Misaki," Usagi cautioned him. "Remember how you got hurt in the first place."
"Yeah, I remember-well, no, I don't...but whatever. I woke up and looked at the clock and realized I should have started dinner an hour ago!" Misaki started pulling things out of the fridge. "I'm sorry, Usami-san. I'll have something ready soon, I promise."
"Take your time, I'm in no hurry." Usagi walked over and stood next to the counter, watching Misaki begin the dinner preparations. "While you're doing that, I have a question for you."
"Yes?"
"What were you doing on the floor?"
"Oh, that," Misaki said, starting to chop some vegetables. "Actually, I was gonna tell you about that...when I was lying there, I remembered doing it before...lying on the floor, I mean. Something about wiping the floor...does that mean anything to you?"
Usagi thought for a moment. "Wiping the floor...yes, I think I remember that. I came in and asked you what you were doing on the floor..."
"Yeah, that's it. Do you remember what I was actually doing on the floor? Because I don't think I was cleaning..."
Usagi smiled. "No, sorry. I don't think you ever told me what you were really doing."
"Oh..."
"Have you remembered anything else? Anything...important?" This was a loaded question, though Misaki didn't know it.
Misaki thought for a moment. "Well...I was looking through my school stuff, and a lot of it was familiar to me. So I guess I remember all the stuff I've learned, even if I don't remember learning it. That's important, right?"
"Yeah...that's important." Usagi turned away from the kitchen. "I'm going to my office to work. Call me when dinner is ready, okay?"
"Okay. I'm sorry it's so late."
"It's fine." Usagi walked slowly to his office, more disappointed than he knew he should be. It would take some time for Misaki's memories to return; the reason he was living with him instead of Takahiro was because familiar surroundings were more likely to trigger memories. But he couldn't keep himself from hoping...
Half an hour later, Misaki's voice came from the direction of the kitchen. "Dinner!"
Usagi reemerged, picking up Suzuki-san on his way to the table. He set the bear in an empty chair and sat down himself. Misaki approached the table, a bowl in each hand.
"I hope soup is oka-AHH!"
Somehow, Misaki had managed to trip on a completely flat surface and the bowls went flying. One hit the table and splattered all over Usagi; the other landed directly on top of Suzuki-san. Misaki looked up from the floor to see a very surprised Usagi, his hair dripping. He stood up quickly and ran to fetch a towel. Usagi watched, still a little surprised by the hot soup attack. Though, looking at Suzuki-san, he recalled that something similar had happened before...but only the bear had been given a soup bath that time.
"I'm so sorry! That was an accident, I swear!" Misaki handed the towel to Usagi and then looked at the bear. "Oh no," he moaned. "Suzuki-san is drenched...I'm so, so sorry! I'll get him cleaned, Usagi-san, I promise! I'll pay for it myself! I'll...I'll...ummm...why are you looking at me like that?" Misaki asked, bewildered. Usagi's mouth was wide open and his eyes looked like they might fall out of his head. "Did I say something weird?"
Usagi continued to stare at him. "Wh-what did you just call me?"
"Um..."
"You called me 'Usagi-san,' didn't you?"
Misaki started to turn red. "I...did I? I don't know, I was kind of panicking and not paying attention to what I was saying...do you not want me to call you that?"
"No, I want you to!" Usagi grinned at him, the soup covering him forgotten. "It's what you called me before."
"Really? Then...why didn't you tell me? I would have been calling you that instead of Usami-san!" Misaki's face was bright red. Apparently his lack of memory embarrassed him. He picked Suzuki-san up and took the giant bear towards the front door. "I'm gonna take Suzuki-san to the cleaners down the street. You should get washed up! And order some take-out!" He put on his shoes and closed the door behind him.
Usagi chuckled and went to take a shower.
"The lady at the cleaners laughed when I told her what happened...apparently this has happened before," Misaki said, sounding a little miffed.
Usagi chewed his take-out quietly, a smirk on his face.
"Am I really that clumsy? How many times have I spilled on that bear?" He stuck some food in his mouth and chewed moodily.
"This would be the second time," Usagi said, still smirking. "You were extremely apologetic that time, too. Said you'd do anything to make it up to me."
"Well, yeah, I feel bad!"
"So you'd do anything?"
"I guess so...within reason. I'm not gonna jump off the balcony or swim to China or something..."
"I wouldn't dream of having you do such a thing."
Misaki stood up, holding his empty take-out container. "Are you done? I'll throw it away for you."
"Yes, thank you." Usagi stood up and stretched his arms over his head, yawning. "It's been a long day. It'll be hard to sleep without Suzuki-san, but I suppose I'll manage..."
Misaki came back from the kitchen. "I said I was sorry..."
"I was merely stating a fact."
"You have a whole room full of Suzuki-san's; can't you sleep with one of them?" Misaki gestured towards the bear room, a place he had avoided since he had been buried in the bear-avalanche.
Usagi sighed. "It's not the same...none of the others are as big. A substitute would have to be much bigger...say, Misaki-sized..."
"Huh? What are you-!"
Usagi grabbed Misaki from behind, wrapping his arms around his body so that he couldn't move.
"See? You're the perfect size..." Usagi breathed in Misaki's ear. The young man seemed too surprised to react; Usagi could feel Misaki's heart pounding and his face was so red he could almost feel the heat coming off of him. Before Misaki could explode, Usagi released his hold and stepped back.
"Good night, Misaki," he said, walking around the frozen Misaki and going upstairs. He looked back from the top of the stairs: Misaki was still frozen where he had left him, a look of shock and bewilderment on his face. Usagi sighed sadly; how he had wanted to keep holding Misaki, but it wouldn't do to try and force him to remember. Better to wait for the memories to come back on their own, though hopefully that had triggered something...
Haha soup shower! LOL Alright, I'm going to submit this now before I have the chance to look at it too closely...I have a feeling that if I read it enough times I'll not like it and want to delete it...even though it's taken me the last...lemme see...2 hours (in between doing other stuff) to finish this. Haha! Thanks for reading and please review!