Stupid short description chapters...This is just a very short perspective from Misaki at the horror that awaits him in the Usami Mansion. Hope I got everything right. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 5 (Misaki)
Misaki once again found himself trapped and panicked in the Usagi mansion.
He had been thrown into a third floor bedroom that Haruhiko had said was "specifically prepared for him". Misaki had found quickly that it was pretty specific, and VERY prepared.
The room had a small cafe table near the window with two chairs on either side. On the table was a beautiful arrangement of roses (eerily the same color he had given to Usagi when he first met Haruhiko) and a basket of strawberries and cherries. This was obviously a small attempt to make him feel comfortable or happy, but it gave an opposite effect, scaring Misaki from going anywhere near the table.
An open closet revealed a line of hung up clothing, all Misaki's size. They were close to what he liked to wear, some were even exact copies of his clothes at home. It was all too creepy to Misaki.
'How does he even know my size?' Misaki thought.
On the other side of the room was a bed. It was relatively small, which relaxed him slightly, glad that it wasn't a two person bed. He tried to ignore the nagging feeling that the size the bed wouldn't matter to Haruhiko, and instead turned around and looked back at the door.
The room was prepared, alright.
The door only locked from the outside and required a key for access, no way Misaki could get through. As for the window, there were bars on the outside of the glass.
'Because of last time,' Misaki sighed.
He turned toward the bed stand in hope of something to help him, but closed the drawer the second he found what was inside. Another preparation that made Misaki more panicked and scared than ever.
There was no escape this time. He had forgot his phone at home and yelling from the window, as he knew, did nothing.
'Why is this happening? I haven't even talked to Haruhiko for weeks; why now?' Misaki sat on the floor and brought his knees to his chin, hugging himself.
His last hope was Usagi, but, Misaki thought, he couldn't possibly know where he is. At best it would be hours until he figured it out, and Misaki didn't know (or want to know) what might happen in a few hours.
He had been lucky enough when Haruhiko was called away by a business call, but what might happen when that call ended...
Misaki shivered and hugged his legs tighter, wanting Usagi's arms around him more than ever before.
'I want to go home Usagi-san...'