Sorry this took so long. I've been a little too busy for comfort. No excuses I suppose. This chapter will be longer than the last, I promise. Also sorry for so much dialogue.

Onodera didn't know how or when but he had ended up in Takano's bed by the end of the day. Takano was spooned up against his back as though he was a child clinging onto a favorite stuffed animal. Which he supposed wasn't too far off. Onodera rolled away and pulled on his clothing that had been thrown to the side in the midst of their passion. The potent smell of alcohol permeated from his lover so he could guess it was a drunken romp. He hardly cared at this point, they were technically a couple now. No matter how mad he still was with him.

Unable to bring himself to walk away without a word cruelly he quickly jotted a note down on a piece of paper. He had the day off and while he could have slept in with Takano, he had a rather odd request by Yokozawa to attend to. He was picking up Takano's cat Sorata. While he'd been surprised that Yokozawa hadn't called Takano to do so he agreed to it anyway.

Onodera looked up in surprise at the apartment complex, it was nice and rather large for a man who lived by himself. Sorata was studiously ignoring Onodera as he lay curled up within the carrier crate. Yokozawa nervously tapped his foot and occasionally looked to the staircase in worry. It was super early and Kirishima never woke up around this time so he supposed he was safe for now. Hiyori was off at her grandparents' place for spring break and she had left Sorata in his care. The only thing was with Kirishima around he doubted he'd have enough time to be able to care for the aging cat.

"Sorry for asking you this. You were a last resort. Now take the cat and get out."

"Such a friendly thing to say to someone who's doing you a favor. Have a nice day or whatever." he threw a random pleasantry his way before stepping away from the apartment. Onodera held the crate at a distance from himself, he wasn't liked by animals all that much. Especially cats. They seemed to always want to target him for whatever reason. Grumbling under his breath he hefted it once and traveled his way back home.

Takano woke up with a splitting headache, he was still very much naked and now that Onodera had left he was cold. He didn't have to look at the note to know that his lover had left him. Last night had kind of resembled make up sex but Takano couldn't be sure. Nothing felt resolved. Next week both of his fathers would be in town, he had yet to accept or decline them.

Shuffling to the kitchen with a blanket wrapped around his nude form he raided the medicinal cabinet for some pain relievers. This hangover was playing all too loudly to handle for Takano's taste. He continued to shuffle around his apartment doing miscellaneous tasks such as eating, watching television, reading and eating once more. A knock at the door barely caught his attention. He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and peeked through the slit in the door.

"It's me. Open up. I've got your cat."

Takano perked a bit at the voice and the news it carried with it. Onodera strode in with the crate in hand, he dropped it a little to gruffly before turning his back to leave once more.

"Where are you going?" Takano had reached out and gripped his lover by the waist. Onodera tried to yank himself away but Takano pinned him to the wall. This movement caused the blanket he had curled around himself to fall exposing his nude figure. Onodera flushed to his ears and averted his eyes in a fluster.

"Let me go. I dropped your cat off and now I have plans. Let me go now." the brunette hissed and yanked even harder until his arm burned. Takano released him and as he did this Onodera did not miss the offended scowl.

"Excuse me? Am-"

"No. Excuse me." Green eyes met the golden brown ones, hurt evident in both. Onodera turned and yanked the door open. He was met with a broad shoulder before quickly backing away again. He tilted his head in confusion at the stranger apparently unaware of the expression that painted his lover's face nor the way the gentleman looked down at his loafers. Takano snatched his blanket from off the floor and protected his modesty once more. The man met Takano's eyes hesitantly. Why is he naked?

"I thought you weren't in town till next week..." Takano gently nudged Onodera from the door. Onodera looked to and from Takano to this man. It can't be.

"I knew you would've said no. I'm not giving you a choice right now. Who's this?"

"Who're you?" Onodera snapped defensively. He glared at the unwelcome presence much to Takano's surprise.

"His father. Now I ask again who are you?"

"You're not my father. You've never been." Takano spat with no little amount of vehemence. The man frowned but finally came to the realization that his son was naked once more. Takano, although a little peeved widened the door to let him in. Onodera grit his teeth and shut the door harder than need be. Takano flinched. He left Takano alone. Again. It hurt but this issue in front of him was immediate. He could beg and plead to his lover later. Onodera was after all angry for Takano's sake.

"So who was that?" the man made himself at home sitting himself on the couch however his brows were turned downward and they were tense.

"My lover." he said with no hesitation. It gave him pride to finally say something like that, especially to this man. Had Onodera been in the room he would've rejected such things and babbled in embarrassed mumbling that they were not such, that they were merely friends but to be able to make a claim on him in front of another person was liberating

"...What?...I suppose I shouldn't be to surprised. Your mother probably ruined women for you huh?"

"No. I love mom. It's you that makes me cringe. You weren't even my real father. Just some guy taking up space unnecessarily. Not that either of you were home that much." Takano had raised his voice to be heard as he traveled into his room to put clothing on. The man raised his eyebrows at the quick tempered way Takano spoke. This was going to be a very long weekend. His eyes traveled around the neat apartment, the fax machine started to work and in came Yoshino-sensei's manuscript that Hatori sent for double checking. The man rose to his feet and headed toward it in curiosity.

Takano strode in freshly dressed and stood in the way of the fax machine with one eyebrow raised. He noticed that he had ended up being taller than this man. Even with this fact he felt as though he was being looked down upon.

"Who is that?"

"My work."

"Where do you work?"

Silence.

"Damn it all. I'm trying to put in some effort here! I suppose I'll be going then if you're going to behave like you're still in high school!"

Takano stayed quiet for a while before speaking once more.

"Marukawa. I work for Marukawa Publishing." it was a small admission but it was enough for Mr. Saga. The man's tense features relaxed a bit as he accepted Takano's way of apologizing. There was no way the words 'I'm Sorry.' would ever be delivered to him but he would take anything he could get.

"As what? Sales? Production?"

"Editor-in-chief for the Emerald department." Takano didn't really want to elaborate to this man that he was in charge of the shoujo manga magazine but it seems that luck was not on his side.

"So you're the boss huh? What's the Emerald department publish?" Mr. Saga nodded his head in slight approval at hearing his 'son' was in a leadership position.

Takano sighed and handed him the fax that had came in, not feeling in a mood to explain himself. An eyebrow raise told Takano that his father surely found it strange. He said nothing though as he handed the fax back to him though.

"Go ahead and sit down. Do you want anything to drink? I'll put on some tea."

"Yes please...so are you going to tell me about the man that just walked out of here? He looked upset. Did you two break up or something?" not knowing the nature of this relationship he had just assumed. It was a normal thing to consider as he looked back to Takano's very crude past and upbringing. Takano scoffed in disbelief.

"No. Of course not. We just had a little disagreement recently and I guess he's still mad." Takano gripped the handle of the tea pot harder than he needed to. Onodera was always so stubborn. He knew Takano was sorry, why couldn't he ever let it go? Nothing's changed since high school.

"Elaborate?"

"Look this is a little odd and I'm still not on the best of terms with you so I'd rather not discuss my love life with you." Takano set the cups down and seated himself across from the man, manuscript and pen in hand. Mr. Saga watched with curiosity as Takano examined the pages before drawing a redirection arrow between two panels. Hatori was good at his job so the manuscripts that came in from him (if they ever came at all) were always well done. He began to explain this to Mr. Saga if only to fill the silence.

"Hatori normally does a really good job, so I don't need to correct his an awful lot. Its like that unless it's hell week and or our author's give us a struggle. Which is all the time." Takano faxed it back to him when his cellphone rang. Onodera was calling him? He answered in a rush.

"Hi...um...I put down a request for a promotional event and I'm going to give it through your mail slot, just wanted to tell you. Also...can I borrow an x-acto knife? I left them at work...I mean..um...it's fine if you can't." he stumbled over the words far too much for his liking. Takano smiled as his chest warmed.

"Don't put it through the mail slot. Are you an idiot? Who leaves one of the most important tools at work. Gosh. I have extras so just take it. I'm opening the door."

"NO! You know what never mind I'll head ba-" his arm was grabbed as he tried to leave, Takano's face very amused at Onodera's escape attempt. Papers were snatched and Onodera was tugged in. Green eyes grew in confusion and anger.

stood up at the commotion and frowned at seeing the smaller man once more. A glare was returned as they made eye contact, brown eyes met green and battled silently. Takano waved the papers in front of his lover in order to block his vision and catch his attention. It did not succeed. They merely kept glaring in warfare, hardly even blinking. It was quite unnerving but more obnoxious than anything else. Takano sighed.

He had a feeling that this was going to be a very very long weekend indeed, he wasn't ready.