Akihiko finally finished his interrogation at the police station, instead of waiting for Dean he headed straight back to the hospital. He didn't want Misaki left on his own, so he headed straight back. When he reached Misaki's room, he wasn't in his bed. Akihiko's eyes widened and checked the bathroom. He found Misaki crying on the floor, his hand bleeding and the mirror smashed. He approached slowly and placed a hand on his shoulder, Misaki moved away, crying harder. Akihiko sat down next to him and wrapped him into a hug. "It's okay Misaki."
"No." Misaki said between cries. "It's not okay, I don't look like myself. That's not okay." Akihiko held him tighter, Misaki leaned into his shoulder and they sat there for a few minutes. Finally, Misaki dried his eyes and Akihiko looked at the wound on his hand. He helped Misaki stand and helped him back into his bed.
"Like this cut on your hand, you'll heal. It will take time but you will heal. I know it's not easy now, but I promise things will get better." Akihiko said as he laid on the bed nest to Misaki. The boy rested his head on Akihiko's chest and closed his eyes, not sleeping just comfortable in the man's company. Akihiko ran his hand trough Misaki's soft hair and also shut his eyes, he fell asleep nearly instantly. He hadn't slept since this all began and he was shattered. Misaki looked up at the sleeping man then leaned into him a little more.
He couldn't get that image out of his head. One of his eyes was black; his nose was broken and crocked; his lip was swollen badly. He could barely recognise himself; his beautiful face was replaced with this ugly mess. What hurt him the most was that his once loving brother had done this to him.
Akihiko had big cold hands, they felt so soothing running through the boys hair. He didn't know why he felt so comfortable in the arms of the author, all he knew is that he did. Misaki thought about asking Akihiko if he could stay his place, just for a while. He had gotten used to the smell of expensive soap and cigarettes, he even enjoyed it a little.
Misaki looked at the authors face, so beautiful. He could envision it quite well. Misaki being woken up with a kiss in the cheek, after shearing a bed with the beautiful faced author. The two canoodling under the sheets. All types of kisses throughout the day. A good morning kiss; a goodbye kiss; a welcome home kiss; a hot sexy kiss.
Misaki stopped himself from thinking anymore, he didn't want to become too aroused. Although it was a nice dream. Hopefully something to look forward to. Misaki let his eyes shut again, peacefully lost in thought.
He didn't notice the man walk in. The man wrapped his hand around Misaki's mouth and pulled him out the bed. Akihiko woke up to the sudden movement and saw Takahiro, holding a gun. Misaki tried to struggle but when he gun pointed to Akihiko's head, he stopped.
"I'm taking my brother home." He said through gritted teeth. Akihiko stood up slowly from the bed. "Don't. Don't take another step."
"Takahiro. Please, think about what you're doing." Akihiko said with great caution
"No!" Takahiro shouted. "He's my brother."
"Takahiro." Akihiko took a slow step. "Please." Then another.
"Stop! One more step and I'll shoot you." His hands shaking now.
"We've been friends for over 10 years. Please don't shoot me." Akihiko took one more step.
The gun fired.
Akihiko fell backwords and an explosion of blood erupted from the back of his head.
"NO!" Misaki screamed himself awake.
Akihiko shot up and tended to the boy. "Misaki." He said loudly to his attention. "It was just a dream." Misaki jumped onto Akihiko's lap when he realised he was still alive. His legs wrapped around his middle and his arms around his neck. He cried heavily into the author's shoulder. "It was just a dream." Akihiko whispered into Misaki's ear. "You're going to be just fine." Rubbing his back in small circular rhythms.
"God. It felt so real." Misaki cried.
"It wasn't, you're safe. You're here with me and you're safe." Akihiko continued to rub Misaki's back as the boy continued to cry and shake like a leaf. He clung on tighter to the Authors neck, he never wanted to see anything like that again. Even if it was just a dream.
They sat there for an hour before Misaki decided he was ready to let go. He climbed of the author's lap and sat next to him. "How are you feeling?" Akihiko asked.
Misaki took a slow breath. "Better. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to jump on you like that."
The author gave him a look. "Misaki, you never have to apologise for anything. It's understandable, you're bound to have nightmares after what you went through. What happened in the dream?"
"Well, Takahiro came into the room and he had a gun. He got a hold of me and pointed the gun at you. When you tried to stop him, he shot you in the head. That's when I woke up." Misaki explained.
"Wow, that is a bad dream. Now i understand why you jumped on me." Akihiko said. Misaki smiled at him. "Misaki, there's something I've got to tell you."
"What's wrong?" Misaki asked looking up at the sad man's face.
"I was the one who told Takahiro that you stole his stuff. I already told the police it was me, I just wanted you to hear it from me." Akihiko said, he was worried how Misaki would react.
Misaki just smiled at him. " I know dummy. This isn't your fault. Like Dean said, it was Takahiro's diction to do this. He wasn't drunk; he knew what he was doing. So don't be so worried. You saved my life. If you hadn't had come when you did, i would have died." Misaki looked him in the eyes. "Thank you."
Akihiko smiled as some tears escaped his eyes. Misaki cupped him face and put his forehead against the authors. The author put his hand on the back of Misaki's neck and pulled him into a light kiss. The kiss was light and soft with no real pressure behind it. They both pulled back, there breathing slightly heavy. Misaki sat on the author's lap once again, he wrapped his hands around his neck and went in for another kiss. Akihiko put his hand on the boys lips to stop him.
"Just wait a moment." He whispered as he got up from the bed and went to the door; he locked it, shut all the blinds and switched of the lights. They still had some natural light coming through. It was mid-afternoon.
Akihiko made his way back to the bed and laid down, Misaki lowered to join him. Neither made an attempt to start anything again, now understanding that they where in a hospital, broad daylight.
"When I'm released from hospital." Misaki stated. Just to be sure they where on the same wave length.
Akihiko smiled and nodded. Misaki smiled back. "Turn around." The author said.
Misaki gave him a confused look. "Why?" He asked
"Just do it." Misaki did as he was told and turned away from his tutor. Akihiko spooned the younger man and went back to running his fingers through his hair. Both once again fell asleep.
As Dean tried to open the Hospital door, he found that it was locked. He knocked but no answer. He waited around until a high ranking nurse walked passed him. "Excuse me." He called out. She turned, smiled and walked back.
She smiled at him. He came across a little dumbfounded, owning an escort club one would think he gets smiled at all the time. But that wasn't the truth of it. Her smile was beautiful; and she was giving it to him. "How can I help you, Sir?"
"Um, my friend has locked his door, but it seems he has fallen asleep. Is there any chance you could unlock it for me?" He said a little nervously.
"Of course," She said, that smile showing again, "we don't like the door's to be locked anyway. Just in case of emergency's." She unlocked the door and gave a nod of farewell and walked away. He stood for a moment and watched her walk.
He opened the door slowly, as to not disturb Misaki's sleep. He looked over and saw the author and the boy together. Sleeping in the bed, the tutor spooning his student. Feeling a little awkward he stepped back out of the room and sat in the waiting area, not to disturb the two. He only waited 15 minutes before he decided that he too needed some well deserved sleep and left the hospital to head back to his apartment.
The drive took a little over 30 minutes. This gave Dean time to think, think about what happened, think about what he said to the police. He thought that he could have exaggerated what he knew; just so that Takahiro got what he deserved. But he didn't see anything. Not the signs of abuse, nor the attack. What he told the police was the truth, just a different prospective compared to Misaki's and Usami's. Dean couldn't help but feel guilty, for not noticing the abuse when it started, for not realising that maybe the reason why Misaki didn't want to go home was because of his older brother. He felt horrible for not working it out.
Finally, when Dean got home he threw his bag on the floor and went to his small bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light.
A few day's had passed since the attack and Misaki was finally beginning to heal. His eye was less swollen and he could begin to move his arm, even through he was advised not to. They had fixed his broken nose, his chest was still saw but the doctors assured him that all his ribs will heal, it would just take time. It time to be released from hospital and Misaki couldn't have been more anxious to get out of there. He was sick of the 4 same wall's and everyone talking in hushes tones. He needed to leave.
The thing he was most excited about was going back to Akihiko's apartment. They had shared quite an internment moment and he was ready to share some more with the author. He hadn't made any more advances since but Misaki was sure once they got back to his apartment he would.
They where both waiting on the discharge room awaiting the doctor's final say so to let Misaki leave. He had given his door key to Dean so he was currently packing up all of Misaki's possessions from his brothers house and he was going to meet them at Akihiko's apartment.
The Doctor finally returned. "Okay Misaki, you're allowed to leave on one condition. You have to have a weekly check up so I can monitor you recovery, and I want you to go to a group meeting a friend of mine run's twice a week. Do you think you can do that?"
Misaki smiled. "If it means I can finally go, of course that's fine with me."
The Doctor laughed a little. "That's great. I just need you to sign these realise forms, then you can go." Misaki signed where he had to and he was finally free.
They walked out of the hospital and for the first time Misaki saw the red sports car. He laughed as they neared thinking; 'Of course he has a car like this.' The man was a millionaire after all. They hopped into the car and Akihiko drove them to his apartment, seeing a very pleased Dean. He had obviously been waiting a while to seem so pleased.
"Finally. What happened did you gat lost or something?" Dean asked
"Did I get lost on my way back to my own apartment? No, I didn't. We had to wait for the doctor to give final consent before we could leave." Akihiko got the feeling that Dean didn't like him very much. It wasn't anything obvious that gave it away, it was just his slight change in behaviour when he spoke to the author, compared to Misaki.
Was it jealousy?
The thought had crossed the authors mind that Dean may love Misaki. However, he didn't get any particular vibe from him. He wasn't in love with Misaki. He loved Misaki. Like the way you'd love a pet, or a child. He had no real concern that Dean was after the boy, just his sense of dislike he had for the author.
The three entered the huge apartment, Dean and Akihiko bringing in Misaki's things as they boy followed them. It was just the way Misaki remembered it. Big, long, red sofa's; cream décor; floor to ceiling window's which let in large doses of sunlight. It was a beautiful apartment. One which Misaki would be more than happy to stay in.
Speaking the truth, it wasn't the apartment that Misaki wanted. He wanted Dean to go home; he wanted time alone with the author; he wanted to be taken into the bliss he was silently promised. He wasn't going to push Dean out though; he didn't want him to feel like he didn't want him around. He had done so much for Misaki and he had no desire to make him feel unwanted, but that was the truth. At this moment in time all Misaki wanted to do was rip off the authors clothes and let himself be devoured by him. With Dean here though that was impossible.