A/N Chapter 6

Aghhh! I need to sloooooow doooooooown.

I get all excited and it makes me want to post the next chapter, and I had forgotten that I only had the first seven written out already, and I'm almost caught up to where I've stopped typing. I'm almost to the point where I actually have to write before I can post a new chapter. *gulp*

I don't think it will be too much of a problem break-wise, I mean I pretty much spend all my free time writing it, even at school.

Even not during free time. In my Rhetoric class, when we're supposed to be reading about politics online, I'm sitting there working on my fic.

Nothing can stop a crazy yaoi fangirl at work!

But anyhoo, here's Chapter 6!

Akihiko continued his research until he heard a small noise come from upstairs. He paused to take a glance, and noticed that the doorknob to his bedroom was turning very timidly. A shy Misaki stepped out a bit, shaking a little. Akihiko chuckled a bit to himself before looking back down at his laptop.

Misaki's small and light footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. He got halfway down, then stopped, still a little nervous. He looked up from the floor and at Akihiko.

"Did you say your name was... Akihiko Usagi?" he asked shyly. Akihiko couldn't help but laugh. Misaki flushed a little, realizing he had made some sort of mistake.

"It's Usami," Akihiko answered.

"Oh... sorry," Misaki said, looking away.

"Quite alright," Akihiko said, shifting in his seat. "Actually, I like that better. You can call me that if you want."

"Okay... Usagi," Misaki smiled the tiniest but before continuing down the stairs. Akihiko smiled back and continued to type.

Misaki was now on the main level and walked to the table where Akihiko sat. He stood quietly for a few moments, his cheeks still tinted pink and his eyes shaking with post-trauma.

"Would you like to sit down?" Akihiko asked.

"Y-yeah.. thank you," Misaki replied, sitting down across from Akihiko. He rested his heels on the edge of the chair as he hugged his knees to his chest. He looked at the table rather than Akihiko. Akihiko could tell Misaki was lost in thought.

"Do you need something?" Akihiko broke the silence in concern.

"Eh?" Misaki looked up. "Oh, no... it's just that... well, um..."

"What is it?" Akihiko asked, closing his laptop to give Misaki his full attention.

"Thanks for saving me..." Misaki said, blushing.

Akihiko smiled and ruffled Misaki's hair. "I just did what anyone would have done."

"It's not something anyone would have done for me," Misaki countered.

"I don't see why not," Akihiko said.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you realize how precious you are, Misaki?" Akihiko asked. "No one in their right mind would have just let you slip away so easily, not someone whose just too precious to lose."

Misaki's eyes widened in flattery. He knew nothing about this man, but this man seemed to know everything about him to the point where he can shamelessly praise the boy into a puddle. He wanted to thank the man properly, but Akihiko was making it difficult. Thus Misaki ran out of words. Akihiko stood up.
"While we wait for that," Akihiko said, reaching down and taking Misaki's hand in his own, "I think I found a way to get these chains off." Akihiko stood up and walked over to a closet, rummaging through the utilities, much to Misaki's curiosity. "I probably didn't need the internet to figure this out," Akihiko muffled from the distance. He pulled out a saw, and Misaki began to panic.

"Wait! Are you sure that's safe?" Misaki asked, unable to avoid all the images of the ultimatum of Akihiko's methods spiralling in his head.

"Don't worry," Akihiko said, putting his hand on Misaki's head, petting him. "I'll be very careful."

Misaki laid out his wrists on the table. Akihiko placed the saw over them, holding it there until Misaki was ready. Misaki was nervous, but Akihiko hadn't given him a reason not to be trusted. But anxiety is only natural stimuli to this particular situation. Misaki gave a small nod, and Akihiko carefully began swaying the saw back and fourth against the cuff. After a few timid moments, it split and fell to the floor. Misaki felt a rush of joy when he saw his hand chain-free. He moved his other hand closer to Akihiko, ready to get it off. Akihiko proceeded the same action as before, and got it off.

Misaki looked at his free wrists. He didn't know what it was that was making him happy. Was it that they were off? That he still had his hands? That Akihiko was determined to get them off, or that is was Akihiko himself who did it? He didn't know, but he repaid Akihiko with a hug. Akihiko was surprised to find Misaki hugging him, but succumbed to his sweet affection and hugged him closer.

Oh, Misaki...

Akihiko lended him some clothes, a soft, cotton button-up white shirt and pants, and white socks. They were much too large for Misaki, but it couldn't be helped. Anything was better than Takana's suit coat to him.

Akihiko tucked him into the bed in the guest bedroom.

"Will you be okay in here tonight?" Akihiko asked. He wanted to make Misaki feel as at home as possible.

"I think so," Misaki answered, snuggling deeper into the comforter. "T-thank you Usagi."

Akihiko smiled, "you're quite welcome." He then gave Misaki a kiss on the forehead. "Good night."

Misaki blinked as he watched Akihiko turn off the light and leave, shutting the door behind him.

This is weird right? This isn't normal, is it? Two guys like this?
But... I don't know.. it's not exactly bothering me...
Maybe I won't be okay in here all by myself tonight...
What should I do? I don't want to be alone...
But I don't want to be a bother, either...
Usagi...

A/N Huzzah! Misaki is torn by his feelings.

Not that he's to blame, it's the first time someone has been nice to him in over a decade!

But he of all people knows that happiness is only temporary.

Will update soon!

-Tiny