HI-ya! I'm going to do my best to put a close to this story. It had been a while since i had wrote and It felt great after chapter 9. I'm not going to pass so story to my friend as I had been thinking of doing so. Please enjoy.

Anger Sets In

(A little after Miskai passed out; 11:00)

Usagi-san pov

I went against my original choice of going to the main house. That place made my skin itch and my blood boil. The alternative wasn't pleasant either, but if having my father over meant getting Misaki back; well I'd do anything.

I thought about the countless hours I spend going anywhere to try and find him. His work, they said he was on vacation. His bratty senpai's house, which was abandoned. I was even tempted to call Takahiro. But with his overprotective nature he'd practically kill himself with worry. Not to say he wouldn't kill me first. I drove around for hours, hoping for a simple possibility. That fate would hand me a 'maybe'. I waited for hours outside his school, only to come back to a Misaki-less condo. I thought I saw him for a second coming out of classes, but it was only for a second. The crowd had come and swept that chance away.

I tilt my head to the cool glass window. My eyes open as my father walks in with a smile. My eyes darken in rage. I snuff out the cigarette I was planning on light hours ago.

"Akihiko, I was glad you called. You finally accepted being a writer is useless and are will to come back?" I growl in angry but it goes unnoticed. He looked around and smirked. What is he looki- "I always know you and that kid would never survive. Now that you kicked out his leeching, selfish arse, we can find you a real wife. Just think I can have grandchildren, and finally say my son actually did something important." He gives me a triumphant grin.

It all seem to go in slow motion. My shoes hitting the floor with loud smacks. My hand raising and yet falling in an instance. The echo of it hitting my father's face. The giant red mark it left, the shocked look on his face. Then I snapped.

"HOW DARE YOU! ALL MY LIFE YOU INSULTED MY WRITING. IN MY TEENS YOU TRIED TO FORCE DATING AND JOBS ON ME; AS AN ADULT, YOU CURSE MY NAME, YOUR OWN NAME! AND NOW YOU'VE TAKING THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN MY LIFE! YOU WILL NEVER GET WHAT YOU WANT!"

I let my hand fall from the tight grip they had on his jacket. I could feel the tears bubbling in my eyes but i couldn't let them fall now. Before he speaks, I fall on the couch.

"You won't get anything like that, not with my Misaki."

I hear a heavy sigh till he sits down next to me. He is irritated, angry, and something I've never seen, willing to listen and talk.

"You were always too hardheaded for MY own good. But maybe not your own. Nothing I, nor your mother, nor your brother made you happy. Not that we ever gave much. But no matter what I tried, you never gave in. Never cracked under the pressure. Then, you left and found your own happiness. That angered me. I tried everything. For myself when I was young, for your mother, my mistress, and for you. And you found it and left me in my rich, empty house. But you were never truly happy, were you?"

I looked at him and saw the the emotions he had felt through the years. Pain, anger, grief, with flicks of happiness here and there.

I sigh "No, I wasn't happy, not like now. I worried over my love. I lived my stories but without the happy endings. I had no escape but simple, careless, one-nighters. My friends faded away. And now." I shrug my shoulders and look up. Think out all the happy times I had with my Misaki. Sapporo, the aquarium, Ferris wheels, and the simple things he always did.

"And now?" my father asked looking at me with curiosity.

"Now," I let a smile crack upon my face " Now, every time I need someone, Misaki is there. When he smiles, it's like all my lucky stars are shining. The way he fights with me, standing his ground. The ways he is a child and yet more mature than anyone I've known. I feel like I have no need for anything as long as he is around. And when he isn't,"

I sigh, think of this situation. I need him back. Because that brat I started to tutor, gave me more joy and happiness then anyone, even his brother did.

"So Akihiko, what was this about, then?"

I stand and look at my father. My anger started to return.

"Misaki ran away. The reason is what you said to him. I need to know what that was, and then for you stop. You aren't protecting me, you are hurting me. All I've ever seen you care for is that company. Don't know nor care what you were after, just note that it all changes now. I'm not letting Misaki go and no one is going to stop me from getting him back."

By that time, I had a full force glare at my father.

"Akihiko, I will admitted to try to break the two of you up. I can't remember what i fully said, but it was along the lines of 'You are nothing but troublesome person. You need to go and let me protect my son.' I can now see that did not do much protecting. I'm not happy with this, in fact it's far from it. Call me if you tire of him and if you don't,well, still call. I regret how things ended when you left. I regret the fights in person and over the phone. I don't regret trying to guide you though."

With that he stood up and walk to the door. I cross my arms, feeling like I should brute but for a moment.

"Akihiko," I glance at my father before he leaves. "Don't lose him, no matter what people say. Even me. That was the first smile I've seen on you in a very long time." and with that he left.

'But that still doesn't help me find Misaki.' I close my eyes once more, try to think of a plan. Trying to think out anything to find my love.

A loud ring goes though the condo. I walk in large strides, want to both ignore the phone and also pounce on it.

"Usami Akihiko."

"Bakahiko, Do you even know where your 'roommate' is? And why he asked my not to call you?"

I near drop the phone at this. There was hope, right? This wasn't a bad joke? I try and play it cool.

"YOU KNOW WHERE HE IS?"

"BAKA! Don't scream into the phone. Yes, I know where Takahashi is. Why would I call and ask if I didn't?"

"Please Hiroki, is he okay? Is he hurt? No one tried anything on him, right? He-"

"Idiot, slow down. He is sick with a cold. He had been out in the rain is what Nowaki said, for days. What happened?"

I sigh in relief and get anxious after.

"Hiroki, I'm coming to the university. I-"

"Baka, answer my question because I'm not letting you see the kid until you do. I don't have any more classes, just paperwork. We could talk alllllll day."

"I- he-,It," another sigh. "My dad told him that if he stayed that he'd make my life miserable. That he was worthless and unwanted here."

You could hear the painful flinch when I talked about my father on the other line. Hiroki had more than a few run ins himself. It took a minute but I heard him ask.

"Is that true in your eyes?"

Hiroki pov

Bakahiko answered without haste.

"Not in a million years. He- "

I cut him off with a false stressed out sigh.

"I guess. It seems this maybe a healthy-ish relationship. If he loves you enough to let you go, and you love him enough to follow him though this, then I can't see what will keep you apart."

I can practically see the slight smile on his face. "Thank you, Hiroki."

"Naturally Baka, Meet me at the gates at 14:00 tomorrow. I'll take you to where Nowaki is taking care of him."

I hang up swiftly, not hearing another word. Then there is the next thing. Talking to Nowaki and making a plan of action.