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This chapter is fun, in my opinion, at least... I mean, who doesn't love a jealous uke?

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Chapter 5: I am Not Jealous

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The next couple days passed without incident. Usagi worked on his latest novel, a cigarette nearly always clenched between his teeth, as I watched for the demon girl.

Soon, said Kage in my mind as I made my way downstairs one morning, it won't matter if that girl ever comes back.

Why is that? I asked, settling on a couch seat across from Usagi, who was hard at work on his manuscript.

Because I am almost ready to take a body of my own, I didn't respond to that. In fact, I clamped my erratic thoughts down tight, hoping to hide my inner turmoil at the idea of killing Usagi from Kage altogether.

If that's really your plan, chimed the demon, then you are doing a horrible job. But don't worry. I have faith that you will come around eventually. I didn't like malignant tone of his thoughts, but chose to ignore them for the moment as a few seconds later the doorbell rang.

Usagi looked up from his work and at me through his silvery hair, his eyes catching mine. I was fairly certain my heart skipped a beat and that knowledge was more than enough to scare me. "Misaki-kun, can you get that?" he asked and I nodded dumbly as I stood to go answer the door.

I had barely touched the door knob when door was flung forcefully open by whoever was waiting on the other side. They, apparently, could not stand to wait any longer as they practically flew into the room. I instinctively flattened myself against the wall to avoid being knocked over.

"Usagi!" screamed the woman who had finally stopped moving long enough for me to get a look at her. Her long brown hair fell neatly down her back, over her white, button-up blouse, which was tucked into a pin-straight skirt that confined her legs down to her knees. She was a good deal taller than I was, but I wasn't sure if that was because of her or the added height from the black stiletto heels.

I could see the bemused smile playing on Usagi's lips as I returned to my seat on the couch opposite him. I could now see the rage in the woman's deep blue eyes, which was only intensified when Usagi answered her with a casually innocent, "Yes, Aikawa?"

Maybe you should get popcorn, suggested Kage as the woman, apparently named Aikawa's, face flushed so deep a red that it rivaled my own usual blush. And that was saying something.

"Where is that manuscript!" she yelled.

Usagi didn't answer right away, instead he set down the notebook he had been writing in and began shifting papers around on the coffee table between us. Aikawa just glared, rage obviously building. Even I thought he was moving slowly and I wasn't the one on the verge of a breakdown. But if I knew Usagi (and unfortunately I did), this whole act was probably on purpose for some reason or another.

When he finally spoke, he didn't look up at Aikawa, instead kept his eyes on the table and said in a quiet voice, "Well you see, Aikawa…"

But she didn't give him a chance to finish and instead whipped a finger out to point at the half-filled notebook Usagi had just set down on the table. "USAGI! You had better not tell me that that is the manuscript you've already had three weeks extension on!" she practically screeched.

This time Usagi did look up at her, and when their eyes met, he laughed. "I see you still have little faith in me as always," he said, "I finished this manuscript a little over two weeks ago." He reached beneath the pile of papers littering the table and pulled out a thick stack of paper and held it out to Aikawa.

She snatched it from his hand without so much as a glance at the author himself. For a few minutes she stood there nose buried in his work. I looked to Usagi, eyebrows raised in question for some explanation as to who exactly this woman was but got none. He didn't even look at me, instead kept his gaze trained on Aikawa. I resisted the urge to pout. Why should I care that he wasn't introducing me to this woman? He didn't owe it to me. I wasn't anything but, apparently, inspiration, that was one day supposed to kill him.

But for reason I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the fact that I was being ignored. I could practically feel Kage shaking his head disapprovingly at me (that is, if he had a head to shake) as he said, I don't understand you humans and your odd emotions.

Neither do I, I answered as Aikawa finally lifted her nose from the book. I was surprised to see that all evidence of her rage was gone, instead replaced by a huge grin.

"Usagi-san!" she exclaimed excitedly, "I think this is your best work yet!" And then she bounded over and plopped down on the couch next to him before embracing him in a hug.

A hug which he reciprocated before saying, "Thank you, Aikawa, your praise always means a lot to me."

I noticed as she distinctly set a hand on the bare skin of Usagi's forearm – where the sleeves of his button-up shirt had been pushed up before saying, "Well you deserve it. Seriously, I think this one could win an award."

He placed his hand over hers before responding, "If you think it can, I have no doubt that it will." They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an infinitely long moment before I decided to step in, clearing my throat loudly enough that the two could hear me.

Aikawa glanced over to where I was sitting with a look of surprise, as if she hadn't even noticed there had been someone else in the room with them. Usagi, on the other hand, had that trademark bemused grin set across his features, and yet again I was at a loss for what it meant.

"Oh," said Aikawa to me, "Who are you?"

Before I could answer, Usagi took over. "This is Misaki Takahashi," said Usagi to Aikawa. Neither of them were looking at me. "I am taking care of him as a favor to my friend, his brother."

I stared at Usagi in disbelief. I didn't think 'taking care' was anywhere near the right choice in words. Using? Maybe. Harassing? Definitely. But taking care of? No way. If there was anybody taking care of anyone in this house, it was me. I did all the cleaning and cooking while he just sat around and wrote novels. Now you tell me who's taking care of whom.

I sat there fuming and glaring, but it didn't matter. Neither Usagi nor Aikawa were paying any attention to me. I just sat there, arms crossed resolutely across my chest as Usagi and Aikawa flirted the afternoon away with little caresses and gestures that my brother and his fiancé always did when they were in a lovey-dovey mood. And for some reason it was making me mad. Very mad.

I heard Kage sigh somewhere in the back of my head but ignored him.

When Aikawa finally left, manuscript in hand, with one final hug from Usagi I got up to make dinner for us. I pinned my hair back with clips and tied an apron around my waist as I cooked, but didn't bother to take it off when Usagi and I sat down to eat. What did he care what I looked like anyway? It seemed to me that he only had eyes for Aikawa anyway.

Dinner was a nearly silent affair as I minimally answered questions from Usagi and asked none of my own. Finally, just as we were finishing our food, Usagi said, "I can tell that you do not like Aikawa."

I stood up and began gathering plates to carry back over to the sink before answering, "Why would you say that?" I didn't meet his eyes.

"Because of the way Misaki-kun was glaring at us the whole time," he said simply, getting to his feet as well.

I walked over to the sink, dumped the plates in, and turned the faucet on. "I was not -" I started to say, but stopped as a hand reached over my shoulder to turn the faucet off.

"Do not try to deny it, Misaki," said Usagi from directly behind me. He was close enough that I could feel his breath ruffle through my pinned back hair.

"I -" I began to say but I was cut off again.

"You do not need to justify your emotions either," said Usagi, "I know why you were angry. But I don't think you do." He whispered that last part in my ear and a shiver made its way down my spine as his breath tickled my neck. I could feel that his body was very close to being pressed against mine and it caused my heart to flutter frantically in my chest.

I spun, hoping that my sudden movement would help put some space between us so that I could sort out my thoughts. My mind always became especially and inexplicably muddled when Usagi-san was around. But it didn't help. I froze as I my green-eyed gaze met his violet one and a moment later, his lips were crushed against mine.

But the kiss only lasted a few seconds before Usagi pulled back and said, with a faint smile playing at his lips, "Misaki, I think you are jealous."

"What?" I nearly screeched, a few decibels louder than I meant to. "I am not – I mean – you - why would you…?" I didn't finish the fractured sentence, instead ducked out of the position he had pinned me in against the counter and fled up the stairs, hoping that would be far enough to escape his gaze.

Once I made it up the stairs I leaned against the wall to catch my breath, which was difficult as my heart felt like was now blocking all airways as it thudded erratically in my throat. My mind was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. But a few still managed to break through the mental barrier. Why would he think that I was jealous? First of all, we were both guys. Sure we kissed, along with some other things… but that was merely for business on both our parts, right? He for his books, and I to finally have the chance to get my mind and body back. Which brings me to the next problem with his theory: I have to kill him. He is an angel, the key to getting my body and life back. There's no way around it. When would I ever get this chance again?

I was so distracted by my thoughts that I didn't notice that Usagi had followed me upstairs until he slammed one hand against the wall with a thud, propping himself up as he leaned over my small frame. I suddenly wished I wasn't dressed so very similar to a housewife. Somewhere in the back of my mind Kage snickered.

"Misaki-kun," said Usagi in a soft voice, "Why do you try to hide your emotions when they are so plain to see for anyone that looks at your face?"

I felt myself blush deeply at this and cursed internally at my telltale face, but I fought it anyway. "You don't know what I'm thinking!" I tried to yell back, but my voice came out weaker than I intended, cracking in the middle as Usagi traced my jawline with his finger.

I froze, heart thudding wildly, as he brought his face in close, placing his lips to my ear and whispering, "Oh, but I do. And do you know why?"

It took all of my willpower to resolutely shake my head and keep my back to the wall as I had the sudden urge press my face into his inviting shoulder, to feel his warmth against my skin. But I resisted, just barely.

"Because I am thinking the same thing, Misaki-kun," said Usagi, his breath hot in my ear, "I want you. All of you, and no one else but you." A shiver ran down my spine as the urge to melt into his body intensified. I thought back to the past couple weeks, since I began living here, at all the little things Usagi had done. All the little gestures, the touches, the praise, the caresses that had been aimed at me, minus (for the most part) the playful smirk he had on his face when Aikawa was here… all the little things that I had missed, being too preoccupied with my own thoughts. Thoughts that often times revolved around how I didn't want to kill him. The thought of Usagi dead made me shudder more than his soft touch and made my eyes well up with uncontrollable tears.

"Misaki-kun…?" asked Usagi, quietly, drawing back as he registered the tears in my eyes. "I am sorry, maybe for once, I have gone too far."

"No," I practically screamed, looking up at Usagi through blurry eyes, before looking down, embarrassed. I felt my face grow red as I continued in a voice barely more than a whisper, "Don't go."

"Misaki-kun," he said almost kindly, "You do not have to always do things for my benefit-"

"Shut up," I said effectively cutting him off. I was still looking down, my face growing redder by the moment as I balled my hands up in fists at my sides trying to work up the courage to go on. "I – I want you to," I said and looked up at him, wishing my hair weren't clipped back so that it would at least give my blush some cover.

I nearly gasped when my eyes met Usagi's. They were rimmed with tears, threatening to spill over, but he didn't look sad. Far from it, actually.

He reached out with both arms and pulled me close. I didn't resist, I didn't want to. I buried my head in his shoulder as he put his lips once more to my ear and whispered, "Misaki, you make me very happy."

We stood like that for a few moments, long enough for me to find my courage and wrap my arms around him as well, fingers clutching lightly at Usagi's well-muscled back through his thin, button-up shirt.

And then he pulled back a little. Far enough for me to see his face, and see that his features were set into a huge grin, and then he was kissing me once more. And I was kissing him back, lips working fiercely against one another's as he pushed me back, until my back was up against the wall and his arms were acting like a cage. I didn't mind though as I twisted my hands in his hair, pulling him closer and closer.

Misaki, I heard Kage say in a warning tone somewhere in the back of my mind, but I ignored him. I couldn't process this much emotion and keep up a conversation with the demon at the same time. Nor did I want to.

I'm not sure how much later it was when Usagi drew back and I leaned against the wall, panting for a moment, before my feet were swept out from under me. Before I knew it, I was clutched tightly in Usagi's grip, bridal-style.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Usagi laughed softly before saying, "You'll see." And then I felt his lips against my head, pulling the clips from my hair with his teeth and letting them fall to the floor. My hair fell into my eyes just as I realized our destination. I blushed deeply as we entered his room.

Misaki! I heard Kage say, a little more urgently this time.

What? I snapped back as Usagi lay me down on the bed. But I was too distracted to notice the demon's response as Usagi's warm hands slid up under my shirt, raising goosebumps on the skin they passed over. Before I knew it he had slid my shirt off and I was unbuttoning his, fingers fumbling over the buttons in nervous excitement.

But before I could finish, Usagi caught my hands in his and pressed them against the bare skin of his chest. I felt my eyes widen as I registered his heartbeat within his chest.

"Miskai-kun," said Usagi, "You are beautiful." He released my hand and stroked my cheek before leaning down and kissing me once again. I had never felt so close to another person. I felt warm, practically on fire, especially my back… upper back to be specific…

Misaki! Kage yelled within my mind, his voice sounded almost panicked. And that was when I realized something was wrong. The emotion, he said, voice strangled, It's too much… I can't hold back the transformation. Get out of here before it happens, before he sees you, before it's too late!

My eyes widened and my body stiffened. No, I thought, Not here, not now.

It's a little late for that, snapped Kage as Usagi drew back, propping himself up with arms on either side of me, apparently noticing my sudden change.

"Miskai," he asked, voice full of concern, "is something wrong?"

"I – I," I stuttered trying to form some excuse but my mental capacity was fading as Kage's began to take over. I could see the faint outline of wings forming behind Usagi's back and I knew that my sight was slipping into the demon's. "I can't – I mean, I have to go."

Usagi looked crestfallen and more than a little shocked at my words. It made my chest constrict uncomfortably, but there wasn't time to focus on his hurt feelings. I couldn't let him see what I really was. He would never love me that way… the thought was fleeting but it still made my stomach feel as if it had dropped a few stories.

I wriggled my way out of Usagi's now slacked grip and darted towards the door. I chanced one quick glance back before exiting. Usagi's back was still towards me and now I could see him in full angel form. His white, feathery wings were curved inward, cocooning around his hunched body. His head hung low.

I could feel my eyes well up with tears as I jumped down the stairs, taking them multiple steps at a time. A few seconds later I was out the door but I didn't head for the stairs, but instead for the window at the far end of the hallway outside of Usagi's penthouse apartment.

Silver moonlight flooded in through the open window and I could feel a cool breeze blowing through. And I ran towards it, picking up speed as my bare feet pushed against the carpeted floor. And then I dove, out of the window and into the cool night sky.