Chapter 2

A/N After receiving a flaming review in my previous JR fic, I have to repeat this. I'm not a native speaker of English. Sorry for the grammar mistakes. And if you do not like my style of writing, don't bother to read.

I appreciated constructive criticism. Thank you.

Misaki stared at the foreign page in front of him. Thirty minutes ago, he was here, on this same page. And now, he was still here. Nothing could be absorbed into his mind.

Absolutely nothing.

"You're leaving?" Horror-struck, Misaki froze at his place. That was the only word that he could say at the moment. He couldn't believe Usagi-san meant his words for real, and what shocked him even more is that, he will be leaving at that evening itself.

"Tonight's flight." Usagi said as he carried the luggage down the stairs, passed the motionless boy and towards the door. He heard a 'beep' from outside. Having heard that horn for thousands of time, naturally, Misaki knew that it is Aikawa-san, waiting for him downstairs.

'Make him stay… Make him stay, c'mon, Misaki. Say it!!'

"USAGI-san!"

Usagi turned around.

'Just say it already!'

"Have a nice trip…"

He wished someone would kick his ass! Why was he so wimpy?

Usagi dropped the luggage onto the floor. Misaki let his eyes stayed down. If tears were really welling up, he didn't want Usagi to see them. He shut his eyes when a cold but at the same time sending warmth to his heart hand ruffled through his hair.

"I'll be back before you knew it." Usagi whispered softly in his ears. He raised his eyes and rounded them into bigger sizes when Usagi captured his trembling lips smoothly.

"I… It's not like I'm going to miss you or what…" which was a big fat lie.

Usagi made no comment on that and distanced their spaces.

"Make sure you eat and sleep well." Usagi continued while busy putting on his coat and shoes. "Don't overwork, Misaki," he finally looked up into the swirling orbs. "Take good care of yourself. I don't want to see you end up in the hospital when I come back."

Normally, Misaki would gladly retort back with a 'Who'd?', but now, all he could think of is…

'Make him stay.'

"And… if you're bored or lonely, just look into the safety deposits."

"Then," the novelist clung onto his luggage and threw one last longing look at the lost kitten. "I'll see you again."

'Make him stay…'

The door closed on Misaki, leaving the hollow emptiness around him.

Defeated, he dropped his head onto the desk, burying it into his arms. Why couldn't he say it? Those were simple English, yet it took him such a great effort to say them.

What did Usagi-san think of him now? Would he hate him for all those nasty words he said? He should know that he didn't mean it, did he?

He picked up the pen.

He has always been like this, not wanting to convey his feelings to Usagi-san.

He softened his eyes, looking absentmindedly at the paper while his hands moving animatedly.

But Usagi-san has always told him, everything that he did manage to send this little message of 'I love you' to Usagi without really needing him to tell him in words. That is enough, isn't it?

Misaki lifted his hand up from the paper and widened his eyes in pure shock. Frantically, he reached for the eraser besides and rubbed hard at the image he had drawn.

He panted and caught his breathe in pure frustration.

Lucky he wasn't using the ink. Or else, he might need to be constantly reminded of this idiotic spacing-out moment next time when he studied this particular page. Damn Usagi. He did it again. A distraction! How could he practice his drawing skills of Usagi-san when he was supposed to be studying??

He stared bitterly at the gentle eyes that remained there before rubbing it off.

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Tick

Tick

Tick…

The ominous clock ticked away. He was on the verge of dozing off. It was expected, since he was tired out last night (he blushed again). Perhaps he should go to sleep now and study a little before going to school tomorrow. Nodding rather to himself, Misaki closed the book quietly and climbed into the comfy bed. He snuggled into bed-cover and curled himself up.

Listening to the crickets humming outside, he couldn't help but felt a swirling of loneliness in his heart. There wasn't a night without Usagi-san by his side ever since they were together. This…

Crap!

He rubbed off the tears madly.

"And… if you're bored or lonely, just look into the safety deposits."

Stunned in his act, Misaki stopped. He threw off the cover and climbed off the bed. Since Usagi-san offered it, it wouldn't hurt to check. 'It's not like I'm really lonely. I'm just bored!' He reassured himself as he opened the door leading into the novelist chamber.

Like usual, the miniature train travelled in its own assigned rail around the room. Misaki looked at it with annoy in his eyes. When will this ever stopped? He stepped in the room, avoiding all the little cute teddy bear on the ground. Finally grown tired of it after a few steps, he picked them up and stuffed them properly onto the rack. Honestly, how long does Usagi-san planned to make him a maid?

'Forever.'

His ears burnt. Unlike other times, where he always heard Usagi-san imaginary's answer, it was Misaki's own inner voice that he heard.

Furiously, he packed in the last piece of the teddy bear and headed over to the desk. Bending down, Misaki saw the mentioned box and instantly, the annoyance was back.

What the heck?!

"How am I supposed to open the box if you didn't give me the code?!"

He reached over, tracing the cold circular wheel with his fingers. The fact that he couldn't open the box urged him to want to open it even more. What did Usagi-san put as the code?

Without thinking, he felt himself turning the lock. Before he knew it, he found himself trying his luck with Usagi's birthday as the password. But all the lock did was stayed as it was, staring back at him with its same old self, as if sneering at his stupidity.

"Okay, wrong code…" The teenager murmured. A frown fell across his face. "Let's try another one then."

After a few minutes, he slumped down into the bedding, admitting defeat. He had tried every combination of possible numbers he could think of that was related to Usagi-san. His birthday, His ID number, his cell phone number, his favorite numbers, but none worked.

Closing his eyes, he was about to drool off to dreamland when he jerked from the spot.

Gulping, he turned the code again once more, to another set of number that was familiar to none other than himself, his brother and perhaps, (with crossed fingers) Usagi-san. Misaki's heart thumped loudly, so loud and hard that he thought it might burst, when the lock finally released with a 'click'.

His birthday…

The code was his birthday.

That shocked him a little.

Still feeling light-headed about it, he bent down to the level of the safety box and peered inside for the content, somehow expecting the stack of his BL novels inside. But it didn't seem so.

It was of a solid rod-shaped thing. Misaki stretched out his hand, reaching for it. He pulled it out, with the aid of the light, he had a closer look of it. As seconds ticked by, he felt his blood rising, as if boiling.

"And… if you're bored or lonely, just look into the safety deposits."

A volcano that is ready to erupt. His hands were shaking.

"This damn pervert…"

Closing his eyes, he shrieked.

"WHY A DILDO!?"

TBC