Misaki looked up and walked to the kitchen, confusion spread across the faces of Takahiro and Usami. Misaki started to make tea. "Takahiro, Usagi-san, sit down, we're going to talk this out, NOW." Misaki was serious. The two sat down across from eachother.
Misaki surved the tea and sat in a recliner next to both of them as he stared at his tea on the coffee table in the middle of all three of them.
"Please, forgive me." Usami broke the silence. "Both of you..." He put his cup down on the table and held a hand over his eyes, "For what I'm about to say, I'm so sorry..."
"U-Usagi-san?" Misaki said.
Usamis hand left his face and he looked up at Takahiro, then Misaki. Misaki had a sad expression, he had weird thoughts going through his head like, 'Will he break up with me?' and 'Is going to make me move out?' Misaki was worried.
Takahiro had on a serious face waiting with suspence. "What is it?" Takahiro asked.
"I'm selfish..." Usami started. The Takahashi brothers weren't about to disagree with that logic. "I've been selfish my whole life. I did what I wanted to and didn't listen to others... Then I met Takahiro." Takahiro got curious, wondering why he was mentioned.
"What do you mean?" Takahiro asked, Misaki got a bit sad.
"He used to be in love with you." Misaki muttered, hiding his eyes behind hair.
"What?" Takahiro was confused.
"I fell in love with you when we first met. It was always one sided. I had only known Misaki for a couple of month, and you for years, but when you got engaged he could tell what I was feeling. He cried for me that night, and you were still so oblivious. He shared my sadness, and thats the reason I fell in love with him." Usami looked at Misaki.
Misaki was choked up with happiness. "Is this true?" Takahiro asked and turned to Misaki.
"Y-yes... That night was the first and basically the only time in my life I wanted to hit you... Sorry, Onii-chan..." Misaki looked back to Usami, who continued.
"I've never liked other people, and I don't like to do things for others. But when I met you two, I found myself doing everthing in my power to make you guys happy. I didn't care about myself, as long as both of you were happy. I never asked for anything in return." Usami explained to them.
"Usagi-san.." Misaki said with a small smile.
"As I said before, I'm selfish. I don't ask for things, no, I get what I want. When I have what I want, I'll never let it go. I'm sorry Takahiro," Usami stood up making Takahiro stand up too, "I love Misaki, and I have no intentions of letting him go. I can't live without him." Usami said. Misaki blushed a bit.
Takahiro slammed at the table causing Misaki to jump in his seat, "Onii-san!"
"If you loved me I don't see how its possible to just fall in love with my kid brother in just a day! Your, you, I don't know what to call you!? But that kind of stuff only happens in fairy tales and this is reality! Misaki will have to get a good job and pay for his own home and everything! He can't depend on you!" Takahiro argued.
"Stop!" Both Usami and Takahiro looked down at Misaki as he quickly stood up from his chair. "Enough! You have to understand, I don't rely on Usagi-san!" Misaki tried to explain.
Takahiro was still confused, "What do you-" Misaki cut him off.
"Usagi-san always, and I mean always trys to help me, or make things easier, but... I refuse every attempt he makes so my life isn't hard. I work hard to support not only me, but Usagi too!" Misaki told his brother.
"Your lieing, theres no way you could make enough money to support both of you in this pent house!" Takahiro explained.
"I might pay the bills, but Misaki insists on paying for the food and any other daily utensils we use." Usami said, then he patted his lover on the head.
Misaki blushed, "Y-yeah, I don't like to be a bother, so I, I take it upon myself to do things myself. I'm sorry..." Misaki looked down not wanting to look his brother in the eyes after shouting at him with such athority.
"Misaki... There's no need to apologize, besides, I really think you should move out of here and live your own life." Takahiro said.
"I am! Onii-chan, this is my life! And like it or not, I'm not moving out!" Misaki yelled, trembling.
"You don't know what your saying, we'll talk about this tomorrow, I'm sure we're all tired. You can rest at my house." Takahiro tried to grab Misaki's hand but he pulled away.
"No, I'm not leaving Usagi-san's side. Like I said, I'm not moving out, I, I..." Misaki's voice trailed off.
Usami started to smile, Takahiro's eyes widend, but he wasn't smiling. Misaki seemed to gather up the courage he needed to say, "I Love Usagi-san!" He yelled with his arms at his side and eyes tight shut with and a huge blush over his face.
"Misaki!" Usami couldn't control himself and held Misaki, tighter and tighter each second. When the two pulled away they looked into eachothers eyes.
"My brother isn't a Homo like you Usagi-san! You can't just expect me to accept that!" Takahiro yelled at Usami.
Out of the corner of Takahiro's eye Misaki was going towards him, then SLAP!
Everyone was speechless, except for Misaki, "I'll accept you insulting me because I'm your brother, but it's rude and horrible to call Usagi-san, or anyone a homo! I thought I'd never get the feeling of hitting you like I did that night, but I guess I was wrong..." Misaki yelled with his eyes watering.
"Mi-Misaki... I'm sorry, f-for the way I've b-been acting... I'm sorry..." Takahiro stuttered. His eyes watered from the shock and guilt. Misaki held his brother as he let out a shameful cry from being rude to bother.
{30 minutes Later}
All three of them calmed down and were sitting in silence again. This time Misaki broke the silence, "Onii-san, will you accept us..?" Misaki asked not daring to look at his brother.
Takahiro stayed silent so Usami spoke up, "Takahiro, I can't convince you to agree with this like I convinced you to let Misaki stay here all those years, but... Please consider Misaki's happiness." Usami said, Misaki's attention strayed from his cup of tea and too Usami.
"If you really want my consent on the whole thing, I'd have to say..."
The burnette and silver haired men waited anxiously for a reply.
To be continued...