A/N What's shakin, bacon?

I know, I know. It's been like, a month. And I'm sorry.

I honestly have no excuses to I'll just get right to it.

Enjoy chapter fifteen!

Usagi...

"It's okay, Misaki. It was all a dream." The older man cooed.

Misaki sat still. He didn't know what to think or how to feel. He had clearly seen Akihiko in a state of gore- laying on the ground, spilling blood from his body like a broken glass spills out it's own life. But in that very moment, the man seemed more flawless than ever, if that was even possible. His scintillating eyes and skin reflected an angelic glow that complimented his handsome face and silver locks.

It's not possible.. Usagi... Usagi is dead.

"It was all a dream. You're safe." The rabbit said again.

Misaki blinked. He began to shake, feeling rather uneasy at what was happening. And as for what was happening, he hadn't the slightest clue.

"A... a dream?" The boy asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Akihiko approached the crumbling flower to kneel down and stroke his hair the way he liked. "It's a dream."

Misaki, uncontrollably, began to shake even more vehemently. He didn't know why, but he felt scared. Something felt wrong. He still felt a dark aura in the room, it wouldn't leave, even if Akihiko had really been standing there before him to wipe his tears away. When said man began to disintegrate, drop by drop of blood, Misaki cried out in agony as he reached for the man's hand, but it vanished. His eyes shot open.

He sat up, screaming into the quiet room. Although he knew he had awoken from his slumber, he continued to scream against his will. He could not find the means to stop. He cried out for as long as his breath would allow before taking another and continuing the anguished shrills. He was too busy screaming to react to the light that suddenly entered the room from the door being opened. Loud and quick footsteps made their way over to the small boy before he felt an intense pain delivered to the top of his head. He fell over to his side, tears pouring from his eyes.

"Quiet," the blonde man snapped. "If you don't shut the hell up, I've got ways to make you. So shut your damn mouth." He kicked Misaki in the chest to roll him over. Misaki was forced to do so, now laying on his back on the hardwood floor. Takana looked down at him with an absolute heinous look in his eyes. Misaki looked back at him, his vision blurred from tears and his breathing heavy, implying obvious dismay. Takana knew this, and removed his foot from Misaki's chest to kneel down. He lifted Misaki from the ground and held him in an embrace.

Misaki did not struggle. He knew by this point what would make things better or worse in his situation. As scared as he was, he refrained from breaking away the emotional terrorist. Takana smiled, reading Misaki's mind like a child's book. He took Misaki's chin in hand and forced him to look up at him. Misaki thought he was going to be violated again, but Takana simply took a moment to look upon Misaki's face.

Perfect, he thought.

Misaki's face conveyed the same expression it did the night of the auction. Takana would never forget that face, and the expression painted on it. It was quite unique in the most adorable way. Takana caressed Misaki's soft cheek with his large hand, wiping his tears as he did so. Misaki's breathing slowed at Takana's gentleness.

"You see?" Takana said. "If you would always behave like this, you would be just fine."

Misaki remained silent. He imbibed Takana's previous threat quite seriously. And he knew Takana was right about one thing, there was no point in trying to defy the man. It would only make matters worse. But he didn't have the heart to fully comply with all of Takana's desires, either. So he simply remained quiet.

"Wearing my clothes, too... maybe you do like me, after all." Takana smirked.

Misaki felt his eyes go bitter. What Takana had just said... it couldn't be true at all. This man.. this man killed Akihiko. Misaki could never forgive him for that. He could completely disregard all the rape, physical abuse, and other unpleasantness he knew he would receive in the future. But the potential murder of the man he loved, he could never forget. He could tolerate his taskmaster, but never, never develop an attraction to this man. Never.

"Well it's a good thing you're already dressed. Come on, get up. We have plans."

Misaki blinked empty-minded. He wanted to speak out either for or against the man's sudden irrevocable arrangements, but he kept his mouth closed. Whether he knew what he was in for or not, he knew his limits and what he could or couldn't handle. Takana lifted himself and Misaki off the ground before continuing, "I have a date with a certain esteemed author who I happen to share a common interest with."

Akihiko walked, ran, sprinted, limped, chased the dust of every corner of the alley way. He saw no foreseeable path leading to any other residing place in the maze of brick walls he traveled through.

I'm getting nowhere. He thought as he pulled out his phone. He hurriedly dialed 911, and waited for an answer. But just as quickly, he snapped his phone shut and buried his face in his hands.

Damn it.. I can't call the police. What am I supposed to say? A guy kidnapped a kid I kidnapped from him because he kidnapped him?

Akihiko's back hit the wall, and he slid down to the ground. The horrible sad truth was, he knew he had technically kidnapped Misaki, whether it was of the boy's will or not. He was at a loss for words when he previously confronted a man whom he believed to be an officer of the law, so what was he supposed to say now? He felt useless, and his anger grew more and more intense inside of him by the minute, he could feel it. He wasn't about to give up on the flower, but he didn't know what to do or where to go. When all hope seemed lost, he peered over to the side. His breath quickened as he felt a silver lining in the dark storm that had been brewing in his heart. He stood up quickly.

Why didn't I think about this before? He thought to himself as he approached the building that held the underground slave auction.

Misaki... I am going to find you, damn it.

A/N I know this one was a little short, I apologize. :(

But I really felt bad for putting it off. So I hope this is at least somewhat satisfying for a given amount of time.

Primordium: Yes it appeared that way, didn't it? XD I'm sorry I crushed you. And yes. Akihiko isn't going to be happy at all.

Rinny: Thank you so much. I feared as much, the fact that it's slightly rushed. I appreciate your recognition of what I need to improve on. It'll help me as an author now and in the future. I hope you continue to enjoy my story!

-Tiny