A/N Chapter 4!

A shoutout to Primordium: You are SO totally pretty much almost exactly kind of half-way spot on with your theories. And, you brought up an interesting question: IS Akihiko on Misaki's, or Takahiro's side?

Thanks for being an awesome reader and reviewer!

Now I present to you, Chapter 4!

Misaki ran and ran until he came to the edge of the street, which he soon realized to be the edge of the island. He ran quite harshly into a metal bar fence, clutching at it to keep himself up. He must have ran as fast as he could nonstop for half an hour or more. He didn't think about anything else but just running. Running as far away as he could from Takana's apartment. He didn't care where he ended up, he just wanted to be anywhere but there.

His heart was pounding vehemently as his heavy breathing picked up. His eyes were shut tight, still dripping with tears. He felt exhausted, scared, and hopeless. When he felt his heart rate and breathing return to normal, he looked up to see where he was. He was on the edge of a beach.

He looked out into the skyline of the beach with contempt. He noticed a pair of stairs leading down into the sand. Misaki cautiously walked down the stairs, stepping onto the beach. He took slow, small steps to the edge of the water. The moonlight reflected off the graceful waves as Misaki watched. He would have normally been amazed by this scenery, but not now. Not tonight. He felt his fears rush over him again, and began to cry into the night once more. He collapsed to his knees, hugging his stomach and leaning forward as much as possible without touching his face to the sand. He couldn't bear the emotions he was feeling right at that moment. It was too much for him to handle. What was he supposed to do? Where was he supposed to go? He had nothing, nobody. He had no way out.

He felt the wind blow against his skin. He hugged the oversized black coat closer, shivering in the cold. He looked over to the side to see a some scattered glass, a small trail that led to a broken beer bottle. Misaki eyed the bottle for awhile, with dark measures running through his mind. After all, why shouldn't he just end it here? End his suffering, his pain? His brother was right about what he had always said growing up... nobody loved him.

He reached for the collar of the bottle, taking it in his small hand. Lifting it off the ground along with himself, he stood on the ocean side, staring at it darkly with a blank face and a blank mind. His hands were shaking at the thought of committing suicide, but he didn't know what else to do. Without any second thoughts, he held the broken end of the bottle up to his neck, hovering it there for several moments to build up the courage to just get it over with. He was so focused on the task at hand, he didn't notice the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut, and the sound of running footsteps and shouting at him.

The man followed the running boy all the way to the edge of the island. He parked the car in an empty space and quickly turned it off, not wanting to draw attention. The boy stood before the stairs for awhile before climbing down them. The man scrutinized him closely. What he was doing may have been considered strange, but he had to confirm his suspicions. Just who exactly was this boy? Was it who he thought it was?

The man couldn't help but notice that the boy wore absolutely nothing but a black suit coat, which was much too large. The sleeves drooped past his hands, and the coat reached down to below his knees. When the boy brought his hands to his face, he noticed the broken chains around his wrists. There was no doubt about it, the man thought. This was the one. The one he's been looking for. This was Takahiro's little brother.

He kept watching in concern. He felt the need to do something, but he wouldn't know what to do once he stepped out there. He had had this problem for the past ten years. Always wanting to do something, but could never find the strength. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw the boy pick up a beer bottle that was broken on the bottom and hold it up to his neck. The man's heart stopped as he hurried out of the car in panic. He ran through the parking lot and down the stairs in a flash.

"No!" The man shouted as he ran towards the boy. "No! Don't do it! Stop!" He shouted desperately at the boy, but he did not seem to hear him as he refrained from changing positions. It wasn't until he was within poking distance of the boy until he noticed, turned around, and the next thing he knew he was on the ground.

Misaki turned to see an unfamiliar man running his direction. In a split second, the man tackled him to the ground, knocking the bottle into the ocean due to the force, never to be seen again. Misaki didn't know what to think, but his first emotion was fear due to previous events. He felt like he couldn't trust anyone at all his whole life, and couldn't start now.

"G-get off of me!" Misaki shouted as he struggled against the heavy man on top of him. "Let me go!"

But the man did not, instead pulled them both up to their knees and held Misaki in a tight embrace.

"Please.. don't do it... don't," the man sobbed into Misaki's shoulder.

"W-what...?" Misaki said. He didn't know who this man was, and more importantly, why he cared if he should commit suicide or not. Misaki simply sat still while the man hugged him, pleading. After a few sweet moments, the man broke the hug and made eye contact with Misaki. The man's violet eyes widened when they met Misaki's vivid jade ones. He was now one hundred percent sure that this was the boy he was looking for. Misaki Takahashi. He had found him just in time, and he couldn't feel more relieved.

"Please Misaki," the man said, bringing a hand to Misaki's cheek and wiping the tears away. "Please don't."

Misaki stared back at the man in confusion. "W-who are you? How do you know my name?"

The man cursed under his breath for addressing Misaki by his name by mistake. He pictured this night going differently, but for now he was only relieved he had found the boy. The man said as he gripped the boy's shoulders in his hands. "My name is Akihiko Usami, and I think you should come home with me."

Misaki's eyes widened as he couldn't help but feel slightly panicked by this man's bold request. He wasn't thinking of the fact that this man had saved his life, but that perhaps he was the same as Takana, wanting nothing more than pleasure for himself.

"What?" Misaki asked, shaking in Akihiko's arms. "N-no way.. I can't.. just let me..." Misaki squirmed out from underneath Akihiko's hold, only to be caught in it again a second later.

"Please, Misaki. You can trust me."

A/N What do you think? Can Misaki really trust Akihiko?

Find out in the next chapter(s)!

-Tiny