A/N- Holy crap guys, I got my laptop back :DDD (Sorry about this chapter being so late... And it's the last chapter, too.)

But I finally went to my first anime convention~! It was amazing! I cosplayed Gumi from Vocaloid, and then the other day I cosplayed Luki (Also from Vocaloid) with my friend as Mikuo and we cosplayed Magnet and there was Pocky and fanservice and... It was amazing. No joke. Even though I skipped, like, 3 weeks of updating. Sorry about that...

... Whoa. This is the last chapter of this story. I'm actually finishing something, Unless I add an epilogue... huh. I dunno yet :P

Oh! And I'm pretty sure the email/ story alert thingy didn't go out when I uploaded the previous chapter, so you might want to double-check if you've read that one, or I don't think this will make much sense...

*Kinda OOC Usagi ahead... eheh... :P*

Enjoy~

It had taken Nowaki a while to finally get Misaki to stop shaking, although he knew that Misaki was still far too upset to elaborate on what had happened. What Misaki did when he finally pulled away from Nowaki's arms, however, was the last thing he woud have ever expected the man to do- Misaki threw himself forward, and his lips met Nowaki's with more force than Nowaki would have thought possible for him.

Maybe it was just the pain of the break-up, but there was a sudden passion behind his actions that definitely hadn't been there in either of their previous two kisses. Although it was clear that Misaki still expected Nowaki to dominate, there was a willingness there that Nowaki hadn't expected.

"Sorry..." Misaki mumbled, "I just-"

"It's fine." Nowaki rustled Misaki's hair, a gesture that reminded Misaki so much of Usami that he almost burst into tears again, and as it was, a single tear trailed down his cheek.

Nowaki almost commented on how cute Misaki looked, but knew that the words wouldn't sit well with Misaki at the moment and kept them to himself.Wait... cute? Why of all things am I thinking of that? He just got broken up with, he doesn't need that-

Misaki looked down and started playing with the sleeve of his shirt, and the dazed-over expression in his eyes showed that he was deep in thought.

"Did I do the right thing?" Misaki asked softly. It was then that it dawned on Nowaki- he hadn't even considered the possibility that it had been Misaki to break up with Usami, although it made a certain amount of sense. Or at least, it clarified why Misaki had been acting oddly- if he wasn't sure he had done the right thing by dumping his older lover, it only made sense that he would feel conflicted and a bit confused.

"Yes, Misaki- I think you did. I really do." Misaki glanced up, probably testing if Nowaki really meant what he said, and Nowaki saw brown orbs that were filled with self-doubt and worry.

"I... I did love him. Even if I didn't say it." a weak, wavering smile hinted at his lips. "But... I think it's better this way." Nowaki nodded, and brought up a hand to trace gently down Misaki's jaw, wiping a few remaining tears away with his touch.

"It is better- or it will be, eventually, even though it hurts now." Misaki nodded but didn't answer. "Do you want me to go?" Nowaki fully understood if Misaki wanted to be alone with his thoughts for a while, but was surprised when Misaki shook his head and reached over to lay his hand atop Nowaki's, which was resting atop the bed.

"I'm sorry for being such an idiot about this..." Misaki ran his other arm roughly over his eyes, which were threatening to brim over with tears yet again

Nowaki casually laid down, propping his head up on one arm. Misaki didn't change position, still sitting with his knees pulled in to his chest.

"H-how was work?" Misaki asked shakily. Nowaki could tell he was just trying to change the subject, and gladly let him.

"It was fine- a lot different from working at night, since there were more injuries, whereas most kids who come in at night are sick..." Nowaki continued telling Misaki little unnecessary things about his day until the brunette relaxed enough to lay down next to him.

More time than he had noticed had passed, and it was later than Nowaki had realized. Misaki was clearly emotionally exhausted, and Nowaki watched as his eyelids grew heavy and the conversation between them faltered. Before Misaki drifted fully off to sleep, he mumbled,

"Thank you, Nowaki-san, for everything..." Nowaki smiled, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to Misaki's forehead and replying,

"You're welcome, Misaki."

The next few days passed relatively smoothly, despite Misaki having more mood swings than a PMS-ing teenage girl. One moment he would seem happy and glad he was officially out of his poisonous relationship, while the next he seemed so depressed that Nowaki was scared he might consider suicide. It had been nearly a week since Misaki had last spoken to Usami when an argument arose between him and Nowaki.

Misaki had been feeling rather strained anyways (for obvious reasons) and Nowaki's casual offhand comment hit him like a slap in the face. Nowaki knew it was uncalled for, and hadn't meant to let it slip out, yet he accidentally said-

"Misaki... why did you love him? What did you ever love about such a bastard?" Misaki, who had been trying to answer that same question himself for a long time, couldn't help feeling infuriated by the calm, casual way that Nowaki posed the question. Although Nowaki hadn't meant to be so harsh, especially when he knew Misaki was so sensitive about the subject, but at the same time genuinely wanted to know just what had initially drawn the two together.

Misaki, however, didn't see it that way. He stormed off to his bedroom, tears already forming once again in his eyes.

Why... Why would he say that? Even if he did just let it slip, it was still uncalled for. He knows that's still a sore spot for me, and- Misaki, his thoughts clouded by anger, did the first thing he could think of to distract himself and picked up his cell phone.

He thought he was imagining things at first, when he saw twenty-seven text messages from Usami. From the Usami he was supposed to have severed ties with. From the very same man that was at this minute supposed to be behind bars in a mental asylum for attempted murder...

There weren't any missed calls though, as though Usami knew he wouldn't pick up and didn't even bother trying.

Misaki scrolled through the messages numbly, reading the one that had been sent first.

'Misaki- I know you don't want to talk to me. But I was able to pull a few strings and convince them I was sane, so I'll be coming home.' Misaki's eyes widened as he read the message again, shocked and horrified. In a daze, he selected the next message.

'I don't know if you'll avoid me now, I know you're at least a little scared of me, but even though we broke up I still hope you were just mad and you'll come back home.'

Come... back? Misaki shook his head furiously- there was no way, after all that Usami had done to him, that he could possibly go back there.

But... even though they had broken up, even though Misaki had absolutely no reason to go back, he still felt drawn to return. No matter how brutal Usami could be- how cold, rough, and seemingly uncaring he felt, he almost longed to go back. There was no real reason for it- maybe his feelings for the older an just hadn't changed as much as he thought they had, or maybe it was just his raging emotions clouding all logical thought.

Misaki picked up his phone, and read through the rest of the messages from Usami, before pulling back his arm and throwing his phone as hard as he could against the opposite wall. The battery fell out, but besides that both the phone and the wall looked unharmed.

"Why...?" he mumbled to himself, "Why the hell do I want to go back? I lefthim." Misaki, feeling yet another sudden wave of anger, pulled himself off of his bed and stumbled towards the door, tears threatening to blur his vision.

Nowaki was sitting against the opposite side of the hallway just outside Misaki's room, clearly anticipating that he didn't plan to stay in there for very long.

"Misaki, I-" Despite that Nowaki's expression gave away that he was clearly very sorry, Misaki wasn't in the mood to deal with it and stormed past him.

Before he even really knew where he was going, he had stormed out of Nowaki's apartment, not stopping to put his shoes on properly and running blindly down the street.

It was a cold night, and each shuddering breath that he inhaled seared his lungs with freezing air. By the time he finally stopped running, he found himself only a few blocks away from Usami's penthouse. It was almost as though his body knew, simply by muscle memory, that that was where he needed to go, despite the fact that he knew it was a bad idea to even go near Usami.

However, Misaki's emotions were so scattered and confused that he didn't even stop to consider he might be making a mistake before he continued, pausing only briefly before making his way inside. It was only as he was riding up to the top floor in the elevator that the full impact of what he was doing slammed into him.

He couldn't do this, no way, there was no way he could go back, no way he could face Usami after all f the abuse he had suffered at his hand. Usami was unstable- had tried to kill him- and there was no way he would welcome Misaki back after that, no matter what he said in his text messages-

The innocent ding of the elevator doors opening startled Misaki out of his thoughts, and he made his way to the penthouse door as though he was stuck in a dream.

Pulling out his key (which was still on the same keychain as Nowaki's), putting it into the keyhole- actions he had done a hundred times, but never had his hands been shaking so badly or his breath so ragged and uneven as he did so.

For a moment, it almost seemed as though none of it had never happened- the lights were on, and there was a faint smell of cigarette smoke in the air as well as the rare aroma of Usami's rather poor hesitated, before calling out,

"U-Usagi-san?" his voice cracked, from the sheer terror of being back there, and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to run all the way back to Nowaki's apartment and curl up in his bed there. Not that his legs, in their current frozen state, would listen to the danger signs his mind was putting out.

"Misaki?" Usami's head poked out of the kitchen, looking the same as always- same albino pale hair and purple amethyst eyes, and a cigarette as always clasped loosely between his lips. "You... came back."

"I... um, yeah, I'm back." Misaki looked down, hands clenched in front of him, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the whole situation. Without a second's hesitation, Usami closed the space between them, pinning Misaki's hands against the wall above his head and kissing him with a choking passion that Misaki, for the first time he could remember, didn't fight against.

There was almost a feeling of relief behind Usami's actions, as though he was a starving man finally given food. And maybe a part of Misaki had been starving as well, not that he had realized it until that moment. Maybe it made him a masochist, but as he hesitantly began to kiss Usami back, he knew that he had kissed the man's force and brutality more than just a little bit.

Usami grabbed Misaki's hand and dragged his toward the couch, not wasting any time in moving his kisses to Misaki's collarbone. It was only when Usami glanced up for a moment that Misaki noticed something in the man's eyes that could never, not even for a second, be mistaken for lust- it was, in a word, insanity. It scared Misaki more than anything before, and he began fighting against Usami's passionate advances.

He wouldn't let go, however, his iron grip seeming if anything even firmer than usual. Any slight longing Misaki had held for the man was gone, replaced by complete and utter terror at what would inevitably happen next.

After Misaki ran out of the apartment, Nowaki did the first thing he could think of- ran after him. He genuinely hadn't meant to make the boy so upset, and couldn't help but feel responsible. He was careful to keep enough distance between them that Misaki wouldn't notice him, but also stayed close enough that he could tail where he was going.

He was out of breath and just starting to wonder how much longer Misaki could run when Misaki stopped, presumably to catch his breath. It was then that it clicked in Nowaki's mind the only place that Misaki could possibly be going, back to Usami. But there's no way he'd actually-

Misaki straightened up and kept running, but now that Nowaki knew where he was going he didn't bother to chase after him quite yet, instead waiting until Misaki was well out of sight to continue walking in that direction. It didn't make much sense why he would go back to his ex-lover's empty penthouse, but Nowaki figured it was probably just a mindless decision in his moment of anger.

As he walked, the full impact of his own words slowly caught up with him-Why the hell did I say that, anyway? It was completely uncalled for, and it would obviously make him upset... What the hell, Nowaki?

It didn't take him long after that for Nowaki to reach Usami's building, and he decided to go in and at least try to talk to Misaki- he owed the younger man an apology, and his behavior was scaring him a little, running off to what used to be such a hostile environment.

The elevator doors opened to show that the penthouse door was already open before him. It was a slight surprise, but he didn't mind- after all, it saved him the trouble of knocking. What really surprised him were the odd noises he could hear through the open door.

"No! I... I said get off of me! You're crazy! Usagi-san, listen to me!" Wait... 'Usagi-san'? did that mean he wasn't in fact locked up where Misaki had said he was? Nowaki ran through the door, fueled by this notion, following the sound into a spacious living room.

He was both surprised and confused to see an unfamiliar, white-haired man who could only be Misaki's (ex?) lover. The man was on his hands and knees over Misaki, who was pinned down by his wrists and the larger man hovering over him.

"N-Nowaki-san?" Misaki froze in his struggles, eyes widening and cheeks flushing even further at his compromising position.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?" A deathly growl rumbled from Usami, his violet eyes flashing with murder.

Misaki's initial shock wore off, and he used Usami's distraction to try to pull himself free of his captor's grip. Usami's grasp noticeably tightened, however, and Nowaki saw Misaki clearly mouth the words, 'help me?'

"Who am I?" Nowaki crossed his arms across his chest, voice deadly serious. "I don't think that really matters. But what is important is that you escaped... from a mental ward. And you are also currently trying to rape the person you previously tried to kill." Usami's glare darkened considerably more, and his hands were now so tight on Misaki's wrists that it was sure to leave bruises.

"Kill him? I never tried to k-kill him..." a decidedly insane smile replaced his smile. "He's mine, that's all. And nobody else can have what's mine. Not you, not anyone." Misaki managed to speak up then, having found his voice after having been shocked into silence.

"I'm not... yours." he mumbled, trying to make his words sound firm. "You're crazy. Please... let me go." Misaki finally pulled one hand free of Usami's iron grip, and on a rush of adrenaline, managed to punch Usami in the face. It wasn't enough to really hurt him, but it definitely shocked him into twisting Misaki's other arm, and a resounding snap broke through the air.

Misaki let out a strangled scream, and it was clear that his wrist was broken- Misaki's face paled from the pain, and he visibly gritted his teeth.

"Misaki-!" Nowaki took a few steps forward, but halted when Usami continued pulling on Misaki's now- injured wrist, making it obvious that he shouldn't get any closer if he didn't want to see Misaki hurt any further. Usami looked up, the murderous glint in his eyes more obvious than before and he mumbled two words:

"Get... out." Misaki, still pinned to the couch, looked between the two other men, trying to discern what was going to happen.

"Let go." Nowaki said, his voice more terrifyingly serious than Misaki had ever heard it. "Now. You know full well that what you're doing is wrong- If you really loved him, you would never hurt him like this." Nowaki took another step forward, and this time Usami's grip relaxed, just slightly.

"Of course he loves me, though! Why else would he have come back, hmm? Why, Misaki?" Usami looked down, but Misaki turned his head to avoid the albino's eyes.

"I'll tell you why." Nowaki answered. "I've been with him this whole time, when no one else was. I stayed! He came back because I said some stupid shit I shouldn't have, but really- You didn't come back because you love him, did you, Misaki?" Misaki was now avoiding the eyes of both men that were looking at him.

"Nowaki-san, I-" Misaki took a deep breath, composing himself. "-that's true. W-why I came back here, I mean. Usagi-san, I..." Misaki didn't get a chance to finish, because before he could see what was happening, Usami's hands were around his neck, squeezing tightly, constricting his airway. He tried to inhale and couldn't, he couldn't breathe, he needed air-

"You're mine! No one else's! And if they try to take you away, I'll... I'll kill..." Nowaki sprung forward, his fist crashing into Usami's face- once, twice, three times, until he released his grip on Misaki. He sucked in a much-needed breath of oxygen, and by the time he had caught his breath Nowaki had dragged Usami off of him and was beating the man with everything he had.

No matter how much he knew that Usami deserved it, he still cried out,

"S-stop! Nowaki-san! Don't!" Nowaki froze instantly, looking up grimly at Misaki, who was still perched on the couch. Nowaki seemed to realize what he was doing and stood up. Usami sat up halfway, one hand over a split lip and bloody nose.

"Sorry, Misaki... Here, how about we put him in his room and call for help?" Misaki nodded; there were so many emotions flooding him that he needed Nowaki's help to get up and move to the kitchen table.

Nowaki left, then returned a minute later and assured Misaki that Usami was locked in his room. As the evening's adrenaline started to wear off, Misaki became more and more aware of the pain in his wrist, which was still sitting at a rather unnatural angle.

"Do you have the number for the mental ward?" Nowaki rummaged through the freezer and pulled out some ice, then sat in the chair next to Misaki and reached for his wrist.

"I don't think so- well, maybe it was in my phone, but..." Misaki shook his head, remembering that his phone was on the floor in his room at Nowaki's apartment. "It's broken, right?" Misaki asked as Nowaki placed ice on his wrist. Nowaki nodded, a look of loathing on his face.

"I just don't get it... I don't see how he could claim to love you, then hurt you like this." Misaki half-shrugged; he was still in a state of shock from the evening's events, and it seemed as though his mind was forcing his thoughts away from analyzing what had happened.

"Misaki?" he looked up. "Are you alright? I mean... really." Misaki swallowed down the lump that threatened to form in his throat.

"T-thank you..." Misaki said, not quite answering Nowaki's question. "If you hadn't come, I... I don't know. He would have hurt me. Worse than this." It was clear that Misaki was implying Usami's rather obvious plans to rape him, and Nowaki simply said-

"You're welcome. Misaki, he... he's crazy. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if I hadn't followed you." Nowaki had somehow found a first aid kit that was kept under the sink, and began wrapping bandages around Misaki's wrist. "At least now they'll keep a closer eye on him once he goes back. Although how he even managed to get out in the first place..."

Nowaki finished putting a temporary bandage around Misaki's arm in an attempt to immobilize it, then called the police and informed them of the situation. Once he got off of the phone, he didn't take even a moment's hesitation before placing his hand on Misaki's jaw, tilting it up slightly, and pressing their lips together.

Misaki froze for a moment, before slowly melting against Nowaki. The kiss quickly turned heated, and it was then that Misaki could tell, in that moment, what exactly made Usami and Nowaki so different- Nowaki loved him.

And Misaki loved him, too.

A/N- So, is that a cheesy ending, or what? XD I couldn't think of any other way of writing that ending scene (Trust me, I tried more than a few times...) so I hope that suffices.

*Le mushy stuff* Okay, I know every author says it, but I really want to thank each and every one of you that's reviewed/ alerted/ favorites this story- even though it was my first story in the fandom, first ongoing story I'm actually finishing... yeah. Thanks, guys :)

Oh, and about an epilogue... Do you guys think it needs one? I'll write one if enough people want one, but I think this ending sums everything up pretty nicely... I don't know, if you have any ideas for one, please tell me in a review :D

Remember... reviews are author food, and since it's the last chapter, please don't make me starve, okay~?