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Misaki: Good now let's get to the chapter.

Chey: Okay, fine, I'm getting to it.

Romantica Act Two and a Half

Akihiko felt miserable. He had a fever of 100.3, and could barely stand. He chalked it up to stress and trauma. First he'd started college, then his brother had gotten married, then he had gone to Osaka for work and to look at houses on the spur of the moment. Less than two days later, he'd gotten sick. It was pitiful. He was supposed to be able to take care of himself. He had to get better before they came back. If only he could freaking move!

He really needed to get better and get a part time job and look for a place to live. He'd been staying with Misaki Sensei until he made through entrance exams (until he'd kissed Misaki) and had gotten used to his school life, but had gone back home in time for the wedding and, of course, getting sick. He was bored and moody and felt like writing but he was too weak to sit at a desk.

The doorbell rang. Akihiko decided to ignore it. It wouldn't be for him anyway.

It rang again and a voice yelled, "Oh, Usagi-saaaaan, I know you're there. Open the door, kid."

Akihiko didn't move. What the hell was Sensei doing here? "Get up!" Misaki called. "I'm a worse sleeper than you are but I'm awake now. I know you're sick but it's the middle of the day!"

"Alright, I'm coming!" He got to his feet and dragged himself to the door. Misaki held out a fruit basket. "You look like death."

"Gee, thanks," he muttered darkly.

Misaki stepped inside and took off his jacket. "You should definitely eat something."

Akihiko grabbed an apple and started to peel it. Then he slipped and almost cut himself. Misaki sighed and took both from him. "Still a klutz." He sighed and skinned the apple before handing it back. He set the knife on the table. "So, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me."

"I meant symptoms. Does your throat hurt? Do you have a fever? I remember the old remedies." He got up and looked at the table where Akihiko had left various medications. Something else caught his eye. He picked up a sheath of papers and looked at them. They were schematics for small, cheap apartments. "How does the apple taste?"

"As good as it can when my nose is so stuffed up I can't taste anything."

"As you like, you know, it's boring here."

"So leave."

"Okay, I'll take a key so you don't have to get up the next time I come."

"Don't come."

Misaki walked lightly over to the new university student and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Fine, I'll lock up and leave it in the mailbox then." He stood up. "I have to ask. Are you looking for a new place?"

"Eh? Oh, yeah."

"Find anywhere yet?"

"No."

"Then come live with me, permanantly."

Akihiko stared. "What?"

"I'm not far from University, and I have a spare bedroom which you already know."

"But the rent is impossible." He didn't want to be a burden to anyone, especially a guy whom he'd kissed.

"Don't worry about it. I have money and you can clean, even if you bounce around like a rabbit when you do it." He smirked lightly.

"But don't you like living alone?"

"Well yeah, but it's you, so I don't mind as much I guess." He set down the key and sat beside him.

"I told you to leave."

"And I don't want to. It will be worse for you if I do anyway." He ruffled Akihiko's hair. "Get better soon."

"But I'm sleeping."

"So?"

"So you'll be bored."

"I don't care."

"Suit yourself then." Akihiko closed his eyes and fell silent, pretending to be asleep. He felt Misaki Sensei's hands on his face. They felt so soothing. He gradually fell asleep for real.

The end of volume one

Misaki: Yay, it's all done!

Chey: Yuppers, now it's time to mess with the mini comics.

Misaki: Ooh, that will be fun!

Minicom 1

In the manga, these place between Usagi and Takahiro in high school, now they take place between Misaki and Haruhiko in high school. Told from Misaki's point of view.

Haruhiko's brother seems to be a total handful.

"My apologies, Misaki, I can't hang out today."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, Akihiko has a parent teacher conference."

"And where are your parents?"

"Neither of them is even in the country."

"Of course." Haru's parents may as well be dead for all the attention they paid their kids. This was the umpteenth time Haru had blown me off to look after his oh so perfect brother.

One day, he actually asked me for help.

"Misaki, I need assistance on how to help Akihiko with his book report."

"Uh, sure, but why doesn't he write what he thinks?"

"He does, but the teacher had a problem with it."

He read the one paragraph paper that was weak, even for him since his only abilities laid in drawing bishounen and bishoujo with huge eyes.

"I thought you said your brother could actually write."

"Apparently it's only when he wants to."

"Ah. Does he know that he spelled half the words wrong?"

"Yes."

Little did I know that I would fall in love with that kid in just a few years.

Okay, now I can finally start on volume two. Woot woot!

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~Cheyanne