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Me: I would like everyone to disregard everything I said about what I was doing with egoist in the last chapter. Pinkblackwhite gave me an idea that I feel really thick for not coming up with it myself *smacking myself in the head* BAKA BAKA BAKA!!!!

Anyway, the story will follow the original line and I am sorry for taking so very long to update this story and all my others…I've just been a bit messed up mentally *Bows* Gomenasai and please enjoy.

Chapter 3 (Still Romantica)

Uhh…I honestly don't remember what chapter I'm on in the book and how I made the characters act…bloody hell, I have go back and read my whole god damned fic

Misaki: That's what you get for not updating this story for two months

Me: Only six weeks so sue me

Misaki: I am, meet my lawyer

Me: Oh shut up, I'm trying to read my own story

Ten minutes later

Me: Okay, Chapter 3 time

Akihiko sat watching as Misaki began preparing breakfast. Normally, Misaki would have just slept through to lunch and had then made something quick or eaten one of the things he'd already made before he started working. Unfortunately, he'd had to get up because his houseguest was unable to turn off the fire alarm.

Flashback (not in the manga or anime but it's necessary for my story)

The constriction in his throat woke Misaki before his ears registered the bleating alarm in the hallway. He sat up, coughing as he looked around for the fire. He got out of bed and opened the door and looked out over balcony where he saw Akihiko leaping furiously to reach the button to turn off the alarm. Unfortunately, it was just out of reach, despite how high he was jumping. He looks a bit like a rabbit, hopping like that, Misaki watched for moment. Well, since the pronunciation is so similar, maybe I should call him Usagi-kun instead of Usami-kun. Misaki considered this for a moment while he watched the handsome teen continue to try and reach the alarm.

Misaki finally took pity on him and went downstairs. He went to the alarm panel by the door and pressed a series of buttons to deactivate the alarm. Akihiko stopped jumping and looked at the thing which was now silent. "Did I hit it?" he muttered.

"No, it's remote controlled." Akihiko jerked and spun to see Misaki.

"Oh," he said, blushing slightly. He started to look down, but then blushed harder when he saw Misaki was not wearing clothes again. "Will you please put something on?"

Misaki looked down at himself. "Oh yes, you don't like this sort of thing." He made no move to remedy the situation and instead continued, "What did you do to set the alarm off?"

"Um, I was cooking." Akihiko looked determinedly at the floor. He did not want to watch that beautiful body move about for fear of what would happen if he did.

"You can't cook?"

"I can…just not very well."

Misaki looked about at the room. "Well that's a bit obvious."

"Shut up."

"Well, I can cook so don't worry about it."

"But, I'm living here for free. I should be able to cook for you."

"Unnecessary, just clean or something. I like to cook as much as draw."

End Flashback

Misaki finished making breakfast and put it on to two plates and sat down with Akihiko. Akihiko had moved in, despite already being accepted to M University because Haruhiko-Nii had gone and moved to Osaka shortly after he married. And also because Misaki-Sensei's apartment was a fifteen minute walk from the school. And it was also free so…dither.

What Akihiko had discovered, though, was that his newly acquired landlord was completely insane. Despite his cooking ability, he examined each piece of food, making comments on it as ate. It was very weird.

"What time does school start?" Misaki asked once he ran out of food to examine.

"8:30."

"I'll drive you over."

"It's not necessary, I can walk as soon as I finish the dishes." Akihiko began collecting up the dishes and carrying them to the kitchen. He was about to turn back to collect the rest but he suddenly found slim arms wrapping around his waist. "Misaki-Sensei, what—?"

"I just want to hold you."

"Get off." Akihiko bit back a gasp as he felt Misaki's hand slip under his shirt. He jerked out of the other man's grasp and ran blindly into the living room where he stumbled over a sketchbook Misaki had left on the floor. As he fell, Akihiko reached out blindly to catch himself on a shelf and ended up not only knocking several sketchpads off the shelf and onto his head. To top it off, loose pages began fluttering about as they escaped the confines of their books.

"Ah, now look what you've done." Misaki looked about with some annoyance.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I will clean it up." Akihiko began scooping up papers hastily but stopped short when he actually looked at one of the sketches. It was pretty rough, but I thought the picture resembled him and Misaki-Sensei. The problem was that they were standing very close together and Misaki's hands were resting oh Akihiko's hips. They were also half hidden by Akihiko's shirt where they slid under it.

Akihiko twitched and looked at another sketch. This one held both of them again, only, this time, Misaki was shirtless and Akihiko stood behind him, fully clothed, thankfully, but his hands and fingers were splayed over Misaki's stomach and chest. Akihiko stared at these in horror.

"What do you think of them?" Misaki whispered in his ear. Akihiko jumped about three feet in the air. Misaki smirked and continued, "You really do bounce around like a rabbit. I think I'll call you Usagi now, since it sounds so much Usami."

Akihiko stuttered, "D-don't give we-weird nicknames."

"Too late," Misaki replied, "Usagi-san." Akihiko felt a soft fluttering somewhere in his nether regions. It was completely ruined though when Misaki continued, "So, the sketches, what do you think of them?"

"What—oh yeah," he remembered why he was so pissed off, "These are horrible! You're not content with sketching yourself with my Niisan but now you have to draw me with you?! It's disgusting and it's sexual harassment."

Misaki's eyes flickered with some emotion Akihiko couldn't read before he looked apathetic again. "So go file a claim."

"I really should." But he wasn't going to, and they both knew it. Finally, Akihiko said, "Why…why do you draw shit like this?"

Straight and blunt. "Because I want to."

Me: Wow, this is a nice long chapter although it only covers about 12 pages of the manga. *depression* this fic is never going to be finished…EVER!!! Of course, I'm sure some of you would like that wouldn't you?

Okay, I know that Misaki isn't really in character and he is much more like Usagi while Usagi still pretty much acts like Usagi but with some twinges of Misaki in there. Here is my reasoning: Akihiko is somewhat less stiff right now since he is younger, so I'm sort of basing his personality of the ten year old version of him in Junjou Minimum. Misaki on the other hand, throughout the real story we see Misaki has the potential to do things to Usagi-san but he always chickens out. Or does something to keep Usagi-san satisfied that "progress" is being made. So this Misaki is the same Misaki as before only without the inhibition that kept him from loving Usagi-san for 8 fucking volumes.

Misaki: What the hell did she just say?

Usagi-san: She's rationalizing why exactly we must act the way we do

Misaki: And that means..?

Usagi-san: She's making excuses for us not being in character

Misaki: Ah

Me: You guys are so mean, I'm gonna go in a corner and cut myself *sob sob*

Misaki: Don't do that

Usagi-san: Yeah, you'll get blood on the carpeting

Me: *sob* pleases review

Thanks for reading and next time is going to college