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Let's see where this one's going...

8.

He surveys the knife in his hand. It's an ordinary kitchen knife, hardly enough for the task he's set out to do.

Usagi-san's still asleep- he has to carry everything out in complete silence. He mustn't know- mustn't wake up until the right time. Misaki places everything strategically. There is a noise, and he can hear the sound of running water. He lets out a sigh of relief- the older man must be taking a bath. He has just enough time to make everything right. He quickly does the rest of the preparations- this is the most terrifying thing he has ever done. His heart pounds as the sounds stop and he runs towards the light-switch, turning it off.

He can see Usagi-san blink at the unusual lighting as he steps into the room. "Misaki?"

Misaki lights the last candle on the table- the living room is a thing of beauty, with the floating candles on the counter and the tall candles on the floor. Not to mention the gentle light that the moon casts over the floor, dancing, flickering, playful shadows combined with yellow and white. He looks up at his older lover, whose astonished gaze wanders throughout the room. "What- what is this?"

Misaki had prepared a grandiose romantic speech for this moment, rehearsed it in front of the mirror a few times even, but it all flies out of the window when Usagi-san looks at him like that.

"Um. I. That is." He blusters and looks down at the strawberry and white-buttercream cake he's baked himself. Goddammit. Usagi-san doesn't even like cake- it was apparently some sort of seme rule not to.

"Happy anniversary," he mumbles finally.

In three strides, Usagi-san crosses the room and then he's in those strong arms. Misaki relaxes- it's like his body is attuned to the feeling of being of being embraced by this man. When Usagi-san holds him, he feels like there is nothing in the world that can pull them apart, and even better, as he realizes when he looks up- it's not just because Usagi-san is his anchor.

Those violet irises say that he is Usagi-san's anchor too.

There is so much love in those eyes that it makes him blink back tears.

"For me- for us- for me?" Usagi-san mumbles, almost childlike in his wonder. "Mine?"

"For you and yours," Misaki promises, pressing a gentle, hesitant kiss to his jaw. "Yours and mine. Now are you going to cut the cake, Bakahiko?"

A beautiful smile breaks out on that ethereal face. "Together?"

Misaki blushes just the littlest bit- there is no way in hell he could have said no to that face even if he wanted to.

"Together," he agrees, and they both clasp the girly pink kitchen knife that heralds the beginning of another year- together.

End drabble eight.

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