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Chapter Seven

Misaki's POV

When we finally arrived at Takahiro's house (for the second time *sigh*), with an awkward atmosphere, we all noticed a sleek, black, expensive looking car in front of the house. Both Akihiko and I recognized the car and annoyance at that man rose up in me.

'Dammit! Why is he so damn persistent?!' I thought, glaring at the opening door of the car. As my brother's car came to a stop, I got out and walked over to the sleek, black car. "Haruhiko," I growled venomously, "What the hell are you doing here?" along with a cold glare. The surprised look written all over his face told me he hadn't been expecting that from me, but rather from Akihiko.

"Misaki," he whispered in shocked awe, but then cleared his throat and said more clearly, "Misaki, you're in danger. From a man named Hai-" I silenced him with a cold glare that said 'shut up' and a hand over his mouth. Haruhiko obviously wasn't aware of my change in attitude and removed my hand from his mouth.

"Misaki, I don't think you underst-"

"I understand perfectly!" I practically yelled at him, right as Takahiro and Akihiko walked up behind me. Haruhiko looked stunned and my brother gave me a stern but kind look and said, "What's going on? Why are you yelling?"

I didn't answer, and looked over at Akihiko who looked just about as irritated as I was. "Takahiro, this is my brother Haruhiko. Now what bullshit are you spouting to Misaki?" He growled the last part at Haruhiko.

"Why don't you come inside and we can-" Takahiro started, but in the middle of the sentence I said, "No, we won't. He's not coming inside your house." My voice held betrayal, a betrayal that I had only told one person about.

About a year and a half after Akihiko left, I went to Haruhiko for help, asked him for comfort . . . and he'd refused me, saying that I'd changed too much, that the man he'd come to love was gone. He said that there was no one there that he cared about to comfort. With those words that he'd said, my heart shattered for the second time. Even if it hadn't hurt as much as when Akihiko had left me, it still felt like he was leaving all over again. Haruhiko left me there, on the edge of breaking into a million pieces.

Of course, I wouldn't answer the silent question Takahiro and Akihiko were sending me. I didn't trust myself not to lose my composure and strangle Haruhiko right there in front of my brother and Akihiko.

"Leave," I said, my indifferent tone tinged with hurt and betrayal. The man seemed to understand and closed the car door, telling his driver to take him to the Usami estate. Akihiko grabbed my shoulder gently, just like he used to, but with a strong grip, and turned me around to look me in the eye.

"What did that man do to you?" he asked me, completely serious. I felt bad for my brother, who was standing there with an utterly confused look on his face. In a low voice so Takahiro wouldn't hear, I said, "The same thing you did to me."

I walked away from him and said to my hopelessly confused brother, "Let's go inside. My head hurts." And it was true; my head began to pound painfully. 'Shit. If this keeps up, I'll end up passing out from the stress.' I thought as I began to get a bit light-headed. I stumbled as I felt my mental walls and shields begin to crumble from my light-headedness.

Akihiko caught me by the arm and balanced me. "Are you okay? You look pale." He asked, and I nodded, signaling that I was okay. That signal was disproved, though, when black dots danced along the edges of my vision, and soon my whole field of vision went black, like a huge, black, vast sea, carrying my consciousness away.

"Misaki!" a voice full of worry and love and care. A single tear made its way down my face, that wonderful voice filling me with deep sadness and longing, and familiar warmth surrounding me.

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Akihiko's POV

During the car ride, it seemed as though Misaki, even if only a little let out how he really felt. It came as a real shock to me, and with every word he said, the guilt in my heart kept increasing. After all, it was my fault that Misaki turned out that way in the first place. And then Haruhiko, my idiot brother, just had to show up.

It surprised me how casually Misaki walked to the car and talked to him. I got out of the car and started walking over to the two men talking. What that man said must have upset Misaki, because he put his hand over my idiot brother's mouth to shut him up, and it must have come with a fierce glare, because a spark of fear showed in his eyes.

Just as I made it to Misaki's side, Takahiro right behind me, he almost yelled, "I understand perfectly!" The conversation after thoroughly confused me. When Misaki snapped that me brother wasn't coming inside, I heard hurt and betrayal in his voice, despite the irritation he held there. That confused me even further, because as far as I knew, Haruhiko hadn't done anything to make him feel that way.

'Unless he has' a little voice in the back of my head whispered to me. Once my brother had driven away, I turned Misaki towards me so I could look him in the eye.

"What did that man do to you?" I asked, scared of the answer.

"The same thing you did," he responded in a low voice, so low I almost couldn't hear him. My grip on him loosened in surprise, and he slipped out of my grasp, walking towards Takahiro's door. Poor, confused Takahiro was just standing there, not entirely sure what had just happened.

"Let's go inside. My head hurts," Misaki said to him. Those six words seemed to snap him out of his confused stupor, and he nodded and started heading towards the door as well. I noticed Misaki stumble and caught him by the arm. I also noticed just how pale he looked and asked, "Are you okay? You look pale." I saw him nod, but soon after he started to collapse, a look of pain on his face.

I caught him and yelled, "Misaki!" Before he lost consciousness, a tear slid from his eye. I picked Misaki up bridal style and quickly carried him into Takahiro's house. As I gently placed him on the couch, I heard a faint groan of pain come from him. Minami picked up the phone and called Misaki's Doctor (A/N yeah that's still Doctor John Smith and his assistant Rose Tyler). He had told us before we left the hospital that if he was feeling too stressed he could end up getting a fever. I felt his forehead and found he did have a fever.

I informed Minami who had gotten off the phone with the doctor, and she told me to get a thermometer, a wet rag, and a bowl of cold water. I didn't like being ordered around, but it was for Misaki, so I dealt with it. I set out to do that and managed to do it only breaking two bowls.

I brought what Minami asked and set the thermometer and bowl on the table, then placing the wet rag on Misaki's forehead. I at least knew to do that much. Minami picked the thermometer up off the table and put in Misaki's mouth. After about ten seconds, the thermometer beeped and the temperature was 99.9 degrees. I heard him groan again and begin to open his eyes.

"What the hell happened?" he muttered, sounding really irritated.

"You fainted," I replied. "The Doctor thinks it's due to too much stress."

"Stress? What do I have to stress about?" We all stayed silent, unable to answer, but I had the feeling Misaki was keeping something from us.

"Takahiro," he said, "answer me this time. What did Haitani tell you over the phone?" I saw Takahiro, who was standing next to me, stiffen.

"He-he said a lot," he told Misaki, sitting on the edge of the couch.

"It's not like I have anywhere to go," Misaki said, attitude coming out.

"W-well . . . I don't know if I should say it right now. It-it's horrible, what he said about you." I noticed the way Misaki's expression darkened when Takahiro said the last sentence, obviously not happy with it. I noticed that Misaki's breathing evened out, and his cold expression melted away, leaving a blank but guarded one in it's place.

"I'll take him to his room," I said, breaking the tense silence, and picked him up just as my phone started ringing. I handed Misaki off gently to Takahiro, knowing what a light sleeper Misaki could be, and answered my phone.

"Is this Akihiko Usami-san?" someone said over the phone, his voice hoarse as if he'd been crying.

"Speaking," I said in a bored tone.

"It's about Ritsu Onodera. He's died."

Wow! It's been so long since I've written this! I'm ahead of you guys, so this is kind of nostalgic. Anyways, I'll take requests for different types of stories or this one in PM and I want at least 10+ reviews until I update. And thank you again to all of my reviewers.

Dragneellover out!