This was written very quickly at 12 am, so it's not great. I'll fix it later. I just wanted to get it written and out.

Two loud knocks and an angry yell of his name was all it took for Onodera Ritsu to sit up with a jolt, his eyes cloudy from the dream previous and his mind struggling to make sense of what just happened. After a moment of silence his body began to slide back down on the couch, his eyes closing and a shrug on his shoulders. His dream was waiting.

Three more knocks came this time along with a loud kick and another yell. Ritsu gasped, sitting up quickly and looking at the source of the noise. His dream was officially gone now.

He let out a groan, slowly pulling himself up from the couch and stalking to the door with a deep grimace on his lips, cursing his boss under his breath. What the hell did that man want at, he glanced at his watch, 12 am? He leaned his body against the cool wood of the door, peering out through the peep whole.

There the man stood; tall, serious, and a wrapped box in his hands. A box?

"What do you want, Takano-san!?" He yelled as best as his tired body would allow him.

"I have something for you. Open the door, Onodera."

"Can't this wait until tomorrow?"

"It is tomorrow. And it can't wait, this is important. Don't make me wait." The fully awake man insisted to the still half asleep employee, giving a look that could only mean a boat load of work would be on his desk in the morning if he didn't let him now.

Ritsu groaned loudly, leaning his forehead against the door. The wood felt cool against his flushed stomach was doing flips and his body ached everywhere, trying to tell him to get back to sleep, even if it would be on the couch.

After a moment he kicked the door out of frustration and stepped back, undoing the chain and lock and letting his boss into his apartment with a frown.

"Just what could be so important?" He asked in a huff, crossing his arms over his chest and taking a step back so the other could move into the entry way.

"Here." A box was held out towards the him. It was small, maybe a little bigger than his hand, and was wrapped in shiny green paper.

Green eyes considered the box, looking it over a few times from afar, checking to see if maybe there was a hidden trap somewhere or perhaps a trick wire. Maybe he was still dreaming and when he would go to grab the item fireworks would go off and wake him up. But after a moment of awkward silence and intense staring, it looked to be just a wrapped gift. Nothing more, nothing less.

Finally he uncrossed his arms, reached out, and gently took the item, holding it carefully as he turned it over in his hands, giving it a closer examination. It was light and seemed to weigh barely anything. He ran his fingers over the edges, feeling the way that they went in ever so sightly and the longer he looked at, the more obvious it became that this thing was not in fact a box.

"...What it is?" He asked finally, breaking the silence that had filled the room.

"Open it and find out."

There was no other way. The sooner he unwrapped it the sooner Takano would leave and the sooner he could get back to his sleep.

Ritsu sighed and turned away, moving to sit on the couch where the editor and chief quickly joined him, sitting just close enough so that their knees were just barely touching. The smaller male didn't have the energy to complain about the closeness.

He set the present on his lap, gazing at the wrapping paper. It was beautifully wrapped, the corners carefully creased and little tape used so that it wouldn't be hard to open. He started at the corner, pealing the paper back slowly. His heart beat nervously as his eyes spotted the tanned leather slowly revealing itself more and more until finally it was unwrapped completely.

"A book...?" He picked the thing up, running his fingers over the smooth brown leather that was wrapped around the pages. There was a cord wrapped around the book itself, keeping it closed. He began to unwind it.

"Well, it's sort of a book." Takano found himself explaining.

"Sort of?" He pressed his lips together, not sure what the man meant by that. He unbound the leather, letting the cord dangle down as he flipped through the pages. They flowed smoothly through his fingers, not getting caught or stopping until he reached the end and he was left even more baffled.

They were all blank. The pages were all blank.

"You got me a... journal?" He glanced at the taller man for an explanation. "Why? It's not my birthday. And there's no holiday coming up."

Takano sighed and reached over, not saying anything as he simply flipped the book back to the front page, pointing to the writing that the other seemed to have missed upon first inspection.

Dear Ritsu.

Happy one year anniversary. I wasn't sure what you liked. I though this might be your taste. You seem to like reading, so I though that you may enjoy writing for a change.

Love, Saga Masamune.

Ritsu wasn't sure what to say. He read and reread the words, sitting back against the couch as he slowly looked over towards the man besides him. Luckily Takano seemed to realize the other's predicament and spoke up first.

"It was your gift back from when we used to date. I had found it a few months after we started and I thought that you would like it. I wrote that right after I bought it, not wanting to forget. I'm not sure if you realize this or not, but today was the day that we started dating all those years ago."

"...Takano-san..." Ritsu slowly closed the cover, wrapping the thin cord around the pages to keep it shut. His face felt hot like he had been standing over an open flame and his palms felt clammy. What was he supposed to say to that? What was he supposed to do?

It was 12 am, all he wanted was sleep. And yet here he was with his ex boyfriend, sitting on the couch with a gift on his lap and a storm in his mind. Was he supposed to thank him? It was a very nice gift after all, even if the other did pick it out practically ten years ago.

The corner of his lip perked up as he though about the other back in his younger days, shopping and searching for the perfect present for a date that was still months and months away. It was a nice image to have.

"I.. Thank you." He said softly, turning to look back down at the book as he ran his fingers slowly along the cover, feeling the wrinkled yet smooth leather that bound a story yet to be written along with the feelings of a lonely teenager.

A smile finally took form on his lips completely as he turned to look up at the man he had known or so long, his cheeks painted a light pink as he said it again.
"Thank you, Takano-san. I love it."