In the morning, Misaki awoke, feeling well rested. He had a shower and got dressed in his now clean uniform. He liked staying at Dean's. He liked the feeling of not having to look after himself. Even before Takahiro started to drink, he had always looked after himself, but with Dean, he felt like a he didn't have to everything on his own.

Misaki opened his phone and looked at his text from last night. Even though it was so simple, it made him smile. He texted the author again. 'Good morning, teach. Hope you dreamed of me.' This time with a winking face, blowing a kiss.

He put his phone away, cooked his boss a nice breakfast and prepared to leave but before he did, Dean walked through the door. "Thanks for everything. I'm going to run to school. I'll see y-" Misaki was interrupted.

"Misa, I'll drive you. Come and eat with me; I can't eat all this on my own." Dean said, settling down at the table. Misaki did as he was told and sat opposite. "So, how are things at school?" Dean started.

"School's been fine, besides my grades, but as you know I'm sorting that." Misaki replied.

"Good, good. What about home?" Misaki looked up from his plate. It was an unsaid rule not to talk about home life. "I mean, you've been spending a lot of time here, and you're more than welcome too, but would your parents approve with you working here so much? Especially if it disrupts your grades."

Misaki looked sad then his sight returned to his plate. He pushed around a piece of egg with his chopsticks. "They died." Dean looked up, horrified. "When I was 8. My older brother raised me."

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea. How old is your brother? I mean, he must be at least in his late 20's." Dean said trying to keep the conversation on the same track.

"Yeah, he's 28." Misaki mumbled. He didn't like talking about his brother, and he wanted him kept away from his social and professional life. Dean noted his change of attitude and decided it was his older brother causing it.

"It must have been hard, just you and him?" Dean tried.

"We got by." Misaki mumbled again. Dean thought he'd better stop there with the family questions, seeing how it unsettled the boy.

"How about this new tutor? Does he seem like the real deal? I don't want you wasting your money on a conman." Dean asked, now steering the conversation in a different direction.

Misaki smiled a little, remembering their first encounter. "I don't think he'll let me down. As much as I love our chats, I do really need to get to school." Dean smiled, grabbed his coat and keys, and followed Misaki to the car.

Akihiko looked at his phone and laughed a little, if Misaki was going to play that game; he'll play too. 'Maybe, what about you?' He received a text back, 'Well, what do you think teach? Maybe you can ask me at our next lesson.' Akihiko text back 'Very well, I'll see you then.' He left his phone and tried got back to work. However, all he could think about was Misaki. He thought about how cocky the boy was, and how that made seem unbelievably attractive. Akihiko took a big breath and focused on his work.

Takahiro was angry. Misaki hadn't been home for over 3 weeks now. Polishing off another bottle of whisky, Takahiro unsteadily made his way to his little brother's room. Clothes where neatly in there draws and the cupboard was still full of coats and suit attire, but he knew. Takahiro knew Misaki was hiding something. Carelessly, he started pulling things out of draws and throwing them to the ground, another pointless mission of trying to find secrets and hidden clues. Nothing. Like always: nothing.

Takahiro sat in the middle of the disaster he caused and picked up one of Misaki's tops. He pulled it to his face and breathed in deeply. He missed his little brother. The way he smelt, talked, joked, laughed. But those memories where old, before the break up, before the drinking. He knew it was him that caused the change in his brother. He wanted to stop, but whenever he thought about all the horrible things he'd done while drunk, just made him pick up another bottle.

Misaki had to go home - he had to see if his brother was still alive. He made his way to the front door, took out his key, took a deep breath and unlocked the door. He saw Takahiro passed out on a pile of Misaki's clothes. At least this time he hadn't thrown up all over his things. That's happened once or twice. He dragged his brother out of his room and pulled him into the main room.

He was sick of this. Sick of looking after his drunkard brother. He had made the choice of not caring anymore, but seeing Takahiro so pathetic, he wanted it to stop. He wanted his big brother back and the only way of that happening was to stop him from drinking. Takahiro went through all of Misaki's things, so now it was Misaki's turn to go through all of Takahiro's things.

Misaki went through the entire house, collecting every bottle and throwing it in a black bag. It took a good hour to be sure there was nothing else left. Then he went through Takahiro's pockets, took out his phone, wallet and any loose change, so his brother had nothing to buy any more booze. He knew Takahiro would probably lose his temper when he woke up but he didn't care. He didn't want to do this anymore and if Takahiro couldn't quit on his own, then Misaki would forcibly help him.

Once he had finished, Misaki hid his brother's possessions somewhere he would never look: behind the fridge. He then tidied his room and started his homework. When he looked up at the clock it was 01:25am. He rubbed his tired eyes, had a shower and went to bed, leaving his brother where he was. Misaki whipped out his phone. 'Did you really dream of me last night?' Misaki started

'Like I said, maybe. You'll have to come over and ask me to my face, to see if I'm lying.' Akihiko replied.

'Is that an invitation to come by, so late at night? That can only mean one thing...'

'Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't, you'll have to come and see.'

'If I was with you now, what is it we'll be doing? Please, Teach, be gental.'

'If you were here right now, I'll be telling you it's 1am and to go to sleep.' Misaki actually laughed, silently applauding the man.

'Okay, fair enough. Goodnight, Teach. Dream of me.'

'Only if you dream of me.' Misaki smiled once again. He really enjoyed playing with his tutor. He shut his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

He awoke to a loud bang: Takahiro must have been up. He could hear the shouts of frustration and figured his brother must have realised his missing possessions.

It was times like this he wished he had a lock on his door.

Misaki stayed under his duvet to make it look like he was still sleeping. Takahiro burst through Misaki's bedroom door. "Misaki?" he said with confusion, not expecting to find the sleeping boy.

Misaki arose slowly, making it look like he had just woken up, and rubbed his eyes. He looked over to his clock to see that it was only 4 in the morning. "What do you want?" Misaki said coldly.

"I... I didn't realise you came home." Takahiro said cautiously.

"Well, I ran out of spare clothes, and I was tired. Takahiro, it's 4 in the morning, what do you want?" Misaki asked again.

Takahiro saddened; he didn't like the way Misaki used his name. It was only a few years ago when he was known as 'Nii-Chan' by his little brother, but now Misaki is so cold towards him. It hurt. "I just came in here to see if I dropped some things."

"Well I didn't see anything when I tidied up the mess you made." Misaki said with some attitude.

Takahiro looked at him, confused, then a wave of realisation sped across his face as he remembered his drunken actions. "I'm sorry, I was..."

"Drunk. Tell me something I don't know." Misaki shrunk back under his covers. "Just get out." Takahiro looked at his little brother then left, shutting the door behind him. He hated that Misaki hated him.

Misaki whipped out his phone as soon as his brother left his room. He texted Akihiko. 'You may want to come over, Teach. Takahiro's going to have a difficult few days.'

Misaki's phone rang almost instantly. "Hello, Teach." Misaki said with some lust in his voice.

"What do you mean Takahiro is going to have a hard time?" Akihiko shouted.

"Aww, you're not calling for me? I feel so violated and used." Misaki said with sarcasm.

"Misaki!" He replayed, harshly.

"I'll only tell you, if you tell me: Did you dream about me last night?" Misaki said, wanting to keep the game up.

"Misaki." Akihiko said a lot calmer this time.

"Okay, I'll tell you. Well, I stole his wallet, phone and all the spare change he had. I mean he would call you himself to help look but I have his phone. I guess he has the landline but still..."

"Let me get this straight. You stole from Takahiro, he now can't find what you stole and wants it back. He doesn't know that you stole it and now you want me to come around and ... do what exactly?"

"I mean, I could be making it all up... just to get you to come round.". The silence on the other line said it all. "Takahiro is an alcoholic, as you well know. I got rid of all the alcohol in the house and stole the things that would allow him to buy more. As I am forcing him to stop drinking, I thought he may need a friend to get him through his detox. You're the only friend he has."

"Having a drink every now and then doesn't make him an alcoholic. Just give his stuff back and everything will be fine."

Misaki was a little surprised to find out that Akihiko didn't know about Takahiro's drinking problem. He was sure his new teacher would have had at least an inkling. But he didn't. "And here I thought you would have jumped at any opportunity to spend time with your crush."

"You promised not to talk about that." Akihiko shouted again, obviously getting frustrated. Misaki laughed at how easy it was to wind him up.

"I said I wouldn't tell my brother: I didn't say anything about teasing you. Get over here and help your friend find his missing things." Misaki hung up, hoping that he'd said enough to get the author to his brothers place. He didn't bother waiting to find out and went back to sleep.

He was woken up again by another loud noise, but this time it was Takahiro storming into his room. Misaki barely had time to sit up before a fist hit his nose. His head rolled a little and he clutched his face, attempting to stop the pain. "Where did you put it?" Takahiro screamed. He grabbed Misaki by his hair and forced him to stand up straight, only to knock him down again with a punch to the jaw, busting the boy's lip. "Where did you put it?" Takahiro leaned his knees into Misaki's stomach and punched, aiming for his face. Eyes, mouth, cheek, nose, chin. Misaki couldn't move, he couldn't cry for help, he couldn't breathe.

"Where is it?" Takahiro asked when he finally stopped the attack. Misaki's head was so heavy, he couldn't answer even if he wanted to. Takahiro left the room and came back with a golf club. "Misaki, where did you put my stuff?" He tried to find his voice; his lips moved slightly but no words. Takahiro used the club. He lifted it over his head and bought it down into Misaki's chest, breaking some of his ribs and winding the boy.

"F-fri-dge." Misaki wheezed out. Takahiro left then came back with his wallet and phone.

"Where are my drinks?" Takahiro demanded.

"I was trying t-to help." Misaki said with much difficulty.

"I don't care!" Takahiro shouted right in Misaki's face. "Where are they now?"

"Gone." Misaki whimpered. "I threw them away."

Takahiro picked up the golf club again, seeing red. Misaki prepared himself for the world of pain. Once it was over, Takahiro left the house to go to the bar. Misaki couldn't move. He was in and out of consciousness, loosing lots of time with each black out.