So, umm, Hi. I know it's been a while. (More then that but,) I'd like to thank those who still have faith in this story. It's been a hard few years. I got emails asking when I was going to update. I started to gain back a little confidence and wrote some more. Thank to everyone who was, or is reading this. (Please don't hate me for waiting this long)

When the Cold Takes Over

(A week later)

Misaki pov

I woke up shivering. The cold mornings are the worst. I couldn't find a place to stay, so I ended up sleeping in the park. It's been cold and rainy, constantly.

"Achoo!"

I sneeze once more. I think I need a doctor, but I can't afforded one. I start coughing. It sounds horrible. With each wheeze, it hurts more and more. I walk the way to the university. Usagi-san must have given up his search for me now, if there ever was any.

Its a hard walk and I'll be 45 minutes early. I start to cough even more. I lean against trees, buildings, and finally the gates.

I only have one class today. It'll will be the last class I have short before break. It's Kamijan-Sensei the Demon's class. I walk into his classroom and sit. He walks in a moment later.

"Oi! What are you doing? Get down here!"

I groan as I slowly get up and walk down to his desk. My vision blurs while I walk. I feel sick.

"Takahashi, why are you here so early? This is new, you're normal late." He says sarcastically.

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I can barely focus. I fall over, failing to hang on to the desk. Kamijan runs over to me. I finally manage some words.

"Please don't call Usagi-san."

That's all i remember before the world when black.

Hiroki pov

I start to panic as the kid blacks out. I do the one thing I can do, call Nowaki.

"Hello?"

I must have woken him up.

"Nowaki, one of my students just passed out and I don't think we can call his, um, roommate."

It takes him a second to respond. I hold my breath, not knowing what to do. Takahashi is a good worker. He has a brain, it just happens to be more equip for other things. He is smart, and can think ahead. He isn't as smart as Takahiro, in fact he isn't like his brother at all. He is actually-

"Hiro-san, put a cold,wet cloth on his head. I'll be there in a minute. If he wakes up, start asking him awake."

"Okay, I'll see you in my office then."

I pick Takahashi. He weighs nothing, basically. Once he is resting in my office, I wet a towel. He is mostly quiet, mumbling inaudible words. I start reminiscing once more.

He really isn't like Takahiro.

Takahiro had booksmarts, could balance life easily, and irritated me to no end. Maybe because it was because I loved Akihiko, but I always show a different side to him. He always talked about his brother, for one. At first it was a brother complex, but he did it so often it was almost like he was convincing himself that he loved his brother. He also wasn't that oblivious. Sure, he never saw Akihiko's love because he never expected it. But in the halls, girls would fan over, give him gifts, and practically beg to be with him. He ignored them all. He was selfish.

But a lot changed when his parents passed. He grow up and start to show real caring for what he had.

'He raised his brother well, i suppose.'

That's when Nowaki walked in, hair still mess from a short shift.

"He looks like he has been out in the rain all week."

Nowaki started to feel his forehead and checking for what could have happened. He was right though. The kid was deathly pale, his hair and clothing were matted, and the dark bags under his eyes told tales of restless nights.

"I have a class to teach, take him home if that's alright and we can go from there."

Nowaki nodded in agreement."He caught a chill and is running a fever. Normal I'd say to get him to a hospital, but it looks more exhaustion than anything."

Nowaki picked him, kissed me on the cheek, and left. I felt a blush raising, but i felt a nagging feeling in my chest. What happened and how does Akihiko play into all this?