Disclaimer: Yay, Misaki and Usagi-san are back.

Misaki: That's not a disclaimer.

Chey: Yeah well tough. I like it!

Misaki: So useless.

Chey: Meanie. Fine, I own nothing now let's play board games!

Romantica Act Three Point Five

Akihiko was cleaning and trying to think of the next part of the story he'd been working on with Hiroki when he noticed a board game in the back of Sensei's closet under some clothes, toys, teddy bears and other nondescript random objects. Uninterested, he set it aside to collect the laundry.

Of course, Misaki chose that moment to poke his head in. "Ooh Othello!" he said, spotting the game. "Let's play!"

"Are you ten?" Akihiko asked making light of the subject even though his heart fluttered at the childlike excitement in the older man's eyes. He'd seen that look on his best friend when they were young and he'd managed do something successfully, usually involving the change of color of his Karate belt.

Misaki ignored his comment and nimbly leaned down, grabbed the box with one hand and grabbed Akihiko with the other. "Come on, Usagi-san." He grinned. Akihiko was, in spite of himself, allowing the nickname to grow on him. Gods knew why. Still, he allowed Sensei to drag him downstairs.

They set up the game and started to play. Misaki won the first hand inside of a minute. "Yes! Okay, lose something."

Akihiko looked taken aback. "Sorry?"

Misaki chuckled. "Oh, did I forget to mention that this was Strip Othello?"

"Yes, you did."

"Well I'm telling you now. Come on, take something off."

Akihiko shrugged and tugged of a sock. They began again and Akihiko lost one more, causing the removal of his other sock.

Then Akihiko won. "Your turn." He blushed slightly when Misaki, who was already barefoot, tugged his shirt over his head, revealing slim muscles beneath. He shivered slightly at the cold, skin shifting and making Akihiko swallow against his suddenly dry throat.

Misaki won the next one and Akihiko removed his shirt. "Lovely," Misaki murmured.

Akihiko raised an eyebrow and said, "If you don't pay attention I'll win again."

Misaki grinned and beat him again. "Pants."

Akihiko grimaced and got to his feet. He unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them unceremoniously to the floor while his Sensei laughed.

"This isn't a strip tease, you know."

Misaki just laughed harder. The next round was once again lost by Akihiko. "Underwear!" Misaki nearly crowed.

Akihiko looked annoyed for a moment then smirked. "What will happen when I take these off?"

"Oi!" Misaki suddenly realized the repercussions of this little game.

The teenager removed his last article of clothing. Misaki stared. For all that Akihiko was a bookish teenager, his body was long…and slim…and gorgeous. Misaki turned an interesting shade red but smiled nonetheless. "This shall be interesting."

They moved in close to each other and kissed. These repercussions were ones the two of them would eagerly undergo.

Mini-com time!

The most important thing to Haruhiko is his little brother. He doesn't show it very well on his face but he does things for him. When we went to Kyoto on a school trip he bought so money souvenirs for the kid that it scared me. He must be such a great kid.

Then one day, he asks for my help.

"Misaki, there is something wrong with Akihiko's haiku."

"Let me see." I look at the words. I'm not an expert on poetry but that dribble…

Capital Tokyo
Switch To and Kyo and get old
Capital Kyoto

"There's no nature involved!" I snap under my breath. This kid is a moron!

/Little did Misaki know that he would fall in love with that moron/

Chey: And that's the end of Volume Two.

Misaki: Only eleven left now.

Chey: Actually, that's up for opinion. Do you people actually want me to continue this story? Not too many people seem overly interested in it.

If no one wants it, then I'll just post whatever I have left and post it as complete. So let me know.

Thanks for reading.

~CheyanneChika