Hello again. Finaly a new chapter! i have finaly finshed most of my exams... well except my drama exam but that sould go down well... i hope... any way i hope you enjoy this chapter.

Misaki: I WONT! WHY? JUST WHY?

Shau-chan: deal with it child.

As he heard the phone clatter to the floor, the author couldn't help but emit a small gasp from his lips and his eyes bulging out of his skull. He found himself gripping the phone tighter in the hops that that would help the situation.

"Misaki..?"

His body began to shake out of fear for his beloved; after all he could feel the scars in his voice as he had spoken moments ago. Though to Usagi it might have well have been hours as the silence filled the air.

Just as the grey haired man was about to call out his lovers name once more, he heard it. Misaki's voice twisted into desperate sobs, which were quickly followed by two words that he couldn't stop repeating

No, Please.

The author gritted his teeth and quickly placed the phone on the side, digging his hand in his pocket for the small mobile phone he owned. Dialing that number, he impatiently tapped his feet waiting for the phone to connect. Click.

"Hel"

"Father, he called me. He is on the phone right now. Use your power and find him."

"Alright Akihiko, I'm on my way. I need you to stay on that phone, DO NOT hang up, understood?"

"Understood."

Click

Usagi closed his mobile phone and dashed back over to his main phone, taking a deep breath before holding it up to his ears once more. Though it wasn't like before. The silence was gone now and in its place was the ear piercing screams and cries, which echoed around the authors head.

Distressed as the grey haired man was, he stayed on the phone, only raising his hand to cover the tears that dripped onto his cheeks. There was no way he was going to loosed his Misaki. He would be strong, for him.

"WHY! ANSWER ME!"

For the third time in minuets the teens head was slammed into the desk which had once held his chance at freedom. Crimson blood was now dripping down his pale skin, highlighting his gaunt face as it did so.

All Misaki could muster was sobs to answer the blonde man's question, which in its self just angered the man more. Though this was his only seen for a short second as his scowl appeared to mellow out into a calm expression, which if the teen had met him without any of this, he could have passed for a nice guy. (But that's far from the truth)

Suddenly the once angry men raised his hand to the teen, making the poor boy flinch and squeeze his eyes tight in hopes that if he couldn't see it, then it wasn't real. Simply a child's dream. But the teen didn't feel the harsh sting of a slap ricocheting across his cheeks. Instead a soft hand was caressing them. It was so gentle he could barely feel that it was there at all.

"Don't be afraid. I want to know why you would contact that man, whom which your prince saved you from?"

Misaki slowly opened his eyes to the soft voice, though they were still terrified, yet forgetting the man for a moment he delved into the depths of his heart, hiding far away from the megalomaniac in front of him. Only, that once small mistake allowed him to mumble the author's name.

"Usagi-san."

What was left of the smile that was one the psychopaths face had defiantly dissipated as the fury from before was evidence in his eyes alone. With just a whisper, cold shivers were placed on the teen's already quaking body.

"I see... That's fine. I don't need your love. My new soul mate loves me very much... why waste someone so nice though"

After his little speech he let off an insane laugh, cackling into the air above him. The teen scrambled himself back as far as he could, now terrified for what was left of his pitiful existence. Though as he did, he put his hand on something that felt colder than ice, burning his own flesh, yet at same time it was soft like a

Leg.

Spinning himself to stare at the "thing" (if that's what you could call it.) It was a woman. A dead woman. Her eyes glared down at the teen like she was accusing him of all of her problems.

Misaki unintentionally emptyed his stomach, or at least if there was anything in there we would have. He wrenched his scarred throat like if his did it, it would it would fix everything.

"Aww you woke up mother. Please don't be angry with him. He didn't mean it. Go back to sleep."

The teen whipped his head back round to face the megalomaniac, realising he had positioned himself directly in front of Misaki. A smirk appeared on his face and seconds later he had grabbed the boy's flimsy wrists, flipping him over onto his stomach with a resounding crack.

A scream emanated from the boys' mouth as waves of fresh tears washed themselves down the Teen' tender cheeks. If this wasn't enough, he sensed his jeans being tugged down and another scream, mixed with a deafening cry released its self from the teen's lips, as he felt himself being torn apart.

Misaki heard the last of his mentality snap and everything went blank. He stopped registering the pain that was currently coursing through his body and retreated back to the only sanctuary he had left. Where there was something he held so tightly too and the final thing he had left to care about.

Usagi-san.

The last thing he felt was a cold pressure driving its self into his chest pushing down into the darkness within him.

what did you thing? good or bad? more or stop writing this forever cos you suck? XD anyway its comeing to an end soon. only 1 or two chapters left... one i think... anyway i hoped you liked it and please review i like to hear you thoughts :) it inspires me