Okaaaaay, got it done. I actually typed this up right after a stressful session of essay writing, so this might not be on its best game...or maybe it is? I can't tell. I off and on hate my writing. Anyway, things start to get bad in this chapter and prepare for a big one next week! I hope people are still reading this cause this is where it finally gets good!

Also, as a note, THANK YOU SUPPORTERS! You have no idea how great I feel when I see a comment on my story; it makes me keep writing! I have even started a few other fanfictions now that I know that people might actually like the ones I write and I'll try to post them after I'm finished with this one. You guys are amazing!

Chapter 10 (Misaki)

Misaki was getting tired.

Between all the fighting and crying, he had really wore himself out. He couldn't find a clock in the room but he had been sitting by the window watching all the light fade out of the sky. He stopped crying after a while, but only because he started to have trouble keeping his eyes open, but he was afraid to sleep.

He looked at the door again.

Haruhiko still hadn't come in.

'Maybe I could move something in front of the door.'

...

He almost smacked himself for not thinking of it earlier. Getting to his feet, still stiff from sitting on the floor, he grabbed a chair placed at the small table near the wall and headed to the door. Before he could place it under the doorknob he heard footsteps outside.

Panicked, he left the chair and ran silently across the room to the bed (a skill he had developed from escaping Usagi's room while he slept), pulled the sheets over his head, and tried to stop his trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that they would leave if he pretended to sleep.

The door clicked opened.

"Misaki?" The voice, though muffled under the blanket, was still clearly Haruhiko.

It took everything Misaki had to remain motionless under the sheets. He heard the door click shut and for a few optimistic seconds thought that Haruhiko had gone. The covers were suddenly thrown off of him, and he cursed himself for flinching, but stayed still. He felt Haruhiko's eyes on him.

'He knows I'm not sleeping.'

No movement.

'Am I shaking?'

There was a long period of silence.

'Did he...leave? I didn't hear the door...did I?'

Misaki tried to keep his senses up, but as he lay so still he started to actually drift to sleep. Half unconscious, he was faintly aware that someone was touching his hair, and then his cheek, but it was getting harder to actually stay awake while pretending to be asleep. Now his head was moving a little, but was it actually happening? He couldn't really tell.

There was Something...warm and...soft...like

'Lips.'

Misaki's eyes shot open, Haruhiko's lips pressed against his, and threw himself backward with a yell. Haruhiko didn't look surprised, he never looked like that, but he still had something weird about his eyes. Misaki scooted back to the corner of the bed in shock, hitting his head against the backboard.

'H-he kissed me!'

"Are you okay?" Haruhiko spoke up in his indifferent tone.

Misaki wanted to yell at him. He wanted to scream and demand to be taken home. He wanted to, but all he could seem to form was a stuttered,

"I-I want to go home."

'You are home," Haruhiko stated.

"I want to go home to Usagi-san!" Misaki blurted unintentionally.

Haruhiko flinched a bit at the statement; his eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Misaki shrunk back against the backboard in fear.

"Why him?" Haruhiko growled.

He started to advance on Misaki as he spoke.

"All he does is hurt you! Can't you see that?" He grabbed Misaki roughly, "I can give you anything, I can be anything. Why can he steal you away with his abuse, when I really love you!"

Misaki struggled and winced at the grip. He didn't understand anything Haruhiko was saying, and the confusion just made him panic again. He couldn't speak up; his tongue felt like it was tied down, so he struggled harder instead.

Haruhiko's grip only got tighter.

"I'll have to show you," he locked eyes with Misaki, "then you'll understand."

He pushed Misaki down on the bed and crawled on top of him. Misaki flailed violently trying to push him off, but Haruhiko didn't budge. Instead the man grabbed his wrists in one hand and pulled them above his head. Unable to move his limbs, Misaki's heartbeat started to panic for him.

"Sto-''

Before he could scream for help, Haruhiko caught him in another kiss. This time though, he quickly tried to deepen it.

Misaki could feel his mouth being forced open.

'Help! Someone, please! Usagi-san!'