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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Fandom:
      Junjou_Romantica
  Relationship:
      Takahashi_Misaki_&_Usami_Akihiko
  Character:
      Takahashi_Misaki, Usami_Akihiko, Takahashi_Takahiro, Sumi_Keiichi
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-27 Updated: 2018-03-26 Chapters: 4/? Words: 11618
****** All is well ******
by neki31415
Summary
     After a traumatic experience, Misaki finds himself depressed, anxious
     and stuck doing things that he doesn't like. His older brother tries
     to get him to open up but because of what happened with his parent's
     accident, he doesn't want to bother his brother with his problems.
     Takahiro ends up going to Usagi for help.
Notes
     Hello!
     This is a boy x boy fanfiction, so if you don't like it then leave.
     If you do like it, I love you and please love my fanfiction! :)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Usagi's POV
“Hey, Usagi-san!” I heard an overjoyed voice yell from the other side of the
phone. I’d been called over ten times in twenty minutes in the middle of my
work. When I finally decided to see who was being so damned annoying, I found
it was Takahiro, my dear friend and the man who I fell in love with.
“Hello, Takahiro,” I laughed at his over-enthusiastic greeting. “Is there
something you need?” I haven’t gotten a chance to talk with him in what felt
like forever. I assumed he had important things that he had to deal with right
now.
“I’m sorry for bothering you,” I could tell he had a goofy grin plastered on
his beautiful face. “But I was hoping to ask you for a favor.”
“Anything for you,” I answered. I always felt overly happy when he came to me
for help.
“Thank god!” he gasped. “Okay, so I’ve told you about my little brother right?”
“Of course,” I nodded even though he wouldn’t see it. “Every time I see you-
you're always saying how much fun he is and how much you love him.”
“Really?” he asked. He sounded out of breath, probably because of how excited
he always is. “I had no idea.”
“What about him?” I chuckled. He was always getting sidetracked.
“Oh right!” he screamed into the phone. I winced at the sudden outburst. “I was
wondering if you could help me out with him. He’s been through a lot, but he
doesn’t want to talk to me about it and he’s so distant. I tried setting him up
for a therapist but he refused to go. I was hoping that maybe you could get
through to him. You’re such a caring guy, I thought he might actually be
willing to talk to you.”
“I don’t know if I’m…” I started.
“Please!” he yelled so loud, the speaker on my phone vibrated. “I know that you
can do this!” I sighed, shaking my head. I could never say no to Takahiro.
“Fine,” I groaned.
“Thank god!” he gasped in relief. “I want you two to meet today, ok?”
“Today?” ‘So suddenly?’
“Would that be a problem?” Takahiro sounded so disappointed.
“No, no! Of course not!” I laughed. “I’ll come by whenever!”
“Thank you so much! Could you be here by around 4?”
“I’ve got a meeting at 9 so that should be fine,” I sighed. “We can’t get drunk
or anything though,” I added with a laugh.
“YOU can’t,” Takahiro laughed, he was joking of course. I laughed. I hung up,
rubbing my eyes in irritation. How did I just get wrapped up in this? I guess
it was his brother who was keeping him so occupied lately, huh? It kind of
pissed me off that I was supposed to help a brat who was keeping me from being
around Takahiro. And who was troubling the warm-hearted man.
 
I knocked on their small house’s front door, feeling a little uncomfortable.
I’d never been into Takahiro’s house. We’d always be at my house or we’d be
walking around getting some fresh air. Takahiro opened the door, a big smile
covering his face. Even though he looked worn out, he was still as happy as
ever. His eyes had dark bags under them and his black hair was messier than I’d
ever seen it. But his smile still warmed my heart.
“Usagi-san, please come in!” he cheered when he saw who I was. I obeyed,
walking through the door to find a very cramped gray room that was cleaned
spotless. A hallway of the same ugly color led to another very small room of
the same color. There were two couches on either side of the room and it was
just as clean as the first room.
“Your house is very clean,” I said, searching for even one thing that didn’t
seem to be in its natural spot.
“Yeah, Misaki loves it when everything is clean and organized,” Takahiro
laughed. “I don’t even know how he finds the time to clean up!”
“Where is he?” I asked, remembering what I was here for. I looked around a
little more. There was a kitchen to one side, hidden behind two doors that you
push to open. On the other side were a very small amount of stairs, covered
with carpet that led to another narrow and long hallway. This house really did
look spotless.
“Oh, Misaki had to go to a friend's place for a bit. He said he’d be back in
less than a half an hour,” Takahiro sighed. “He’s always going to his friend’s
place, no matter what I plan.”
“He knew that I was coming by?” I asked, somewhat surprised.
“Of course! As soon as you said you’d be coming, I told him!” Takahiro
answered, exaggerating a bit.
“I see,” I nodded, thinking about what could be so important that he’d have to
leave after being told that someone would be coming by to talk with him.
Takahiro and I talked until we heard a door open and close. Takahiro turned and
smiled.
“Misaki!” he cheered, smiling an overly cheerful smile. “I was starting to
worry that you wanted to hide away until Usagi-san had to leave.”
When he walked into the room, I didn’t expect to see what I saw. Misaki, my
best friend’s brother, was a petite boy with long and wild brown hair. His body
looked so light, and his face was surprisingly skinny. His neck tilted to one
side, making some of his hair cover his face. He was wearing a long-sleeved
black shirt, black jeans that had duct tape patches on them from what I assumed
was rips and tears. There was a choker, I guess more like a collar wrapped
around his neck. He was limping terribly. He turned to look at me and I saw
ultimate sorrow in his shamrock green eyes. His mouth tilted into the most
pathetic smile I’d ever seen. It made me shake with rage.
He looked away from me without saying a word. He started whispering something
to Takahiro and Takahiro nodded with a remaining smile. “So sorry for being so
late,” Misaki’s voice was surprisingly smooth and deep. “I need to go take a
quick shower, but when I’m done I’ll make you some tea or coffee to make up for
it.”
He didn’t turn to look at me and his head was down, but I knew he was talking
to me. I nodded and said my thanks before he limped away.
Misaki POV
I groaned as I pulled off my pants in the bathroom. My body felt like shit and
I felt like I was going to vomit. I stared down at my legs, which were covered
in long scars that would never fade.
I grabbed my phone and stared at the messages from my ‘friend’. It was the same
message every time. “Studying at my house in 20 minutes. DON’T be late.” I
scrolled down and saw that it was literally the only thing he ever sent to me.
He never talked to me at school either. He only ever talked to me when we were
at his house when he would insult me with ‘slut’, ‘bitch’, ‘whore’, ‘sex toy’,
‘fuck buddy’, etc. He’d tell me to scream like the slut I was, call out his
name so loud that the neighbors could hear, suck him till I vomited.
I limped my way into the shower, rubbing my back and shoulders while the water
rinsed the blood and sperm off me. I felt completely disgusting, looking at the
substance that that awful classmate of mine had produced and covered me with. I
hated being dirty and this just made my stomach churn. I cleaned my body ten
times over, hoping to get the awful feeling of uncleanliness off. When it
didn’t work, I felt my stomach churn even more and I upchucked all over myself.
I coughed a few times and repeated the process of cleaning myself. When I felt
clean enough not to get sick again, I turned off the water and got out to dry
off.
Let me explain something. I’m not mysophobic (that's phobia of germs, in case
you didn't know) or anything. It’s just I hate being covered in sticky liquids.
I can touch doorknobs, I can eat at restaurants, stuff like that.
I pulled on some clothes. I needed to quickly get some longer clothes. I was
wearing a t-shirt and shorts, which showed so much that I didn’t want to show.
I walked out of the bathroom and quickly ran to my bedroom. I started freaking
out when I didn’t have any more long sleeved shirts or jeans.
“Nii-chan!” I yelled and he was outside my doorway in a flash.
“What… is it?” Nii-chan gasped. He really had to run here like a madman?
“I don’t have any more long sleeve shirts or jeans,” I sighed. He was still out
of breath and put his finger up to symbolize ‘give me a minute’.
“You know you don’t have to hide it right?” he said after a minute. “I think
that you should embrace how you look now!”
I narrowed my eyes before I pulled out a smile. “I don’t think that’s a good
idea,” I laughed. I looked down at my scarred arms and legs. “I mean, I look
like Frankenstein’s monster.”
“No, you don’t,” Nii-can frowned, his voice firm. “You can’t make fun of
yourself like that. You look amazing no matter what.” I rolled my eyes but kept
my smile. I hated that he was so sensitive when it came to me making fun of
myself. If it was anyone else, they would laugh with me and agree.
“I’ll be down in a bit, ok? I’m gonna look around and see if I can find
something that I can wear to cover all of this,” I gestured towards my body.
Usagi POV
Takahiro walked down the stairs with a grim look on his face. But when he saw
me, he smiled again.
“Misaki will be down soon,” Takahiro smiled. “He needs to find some appropriate
clothes.”
“What happened to the clothes he was wearing before?” I asked, feeling a little
angry that I’d been sitting here waiting for this kid for almost an hour.
“I guess they were too dirty,” Takahiro shrugged. “He always cleans his clothes
after taking a shower.”
“I see,” I nodded. A few minutes went by before Takahiro’s little brother
finally made his way downstairs. He looked uncomfortable and held his hand over
his eye again.
“I need a new eyepatch,” he informed Takahiro.
“What happened to your old one?” Takahiro asked. He looked worried, but looked
at me and smiled.
“I dropped it on the way back home and it flew away in the breeze,” Misaki
said, trying to make his voice lighter and happier. But I didn’t buy it.
Takahiro nodded and gestured for him to sit down.
“Would you like some coffee or tea?” he turned to me, moved his hair over his
eye and smiled. I narrowed my eyes, trying to understand this kid. He didn’t
look away from me and kept an irritating fake smile plastered on his face.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I answered, not taking my eyes off of him as he nodded
and sat down next to his brother. There was an awkward silence. I would’ve
thought that Misaki would be the most bothered by it but he was sitting
peacefully, looking at his long and thin hand. He actually seemed very
comfortable with the silence. Until Takahiro decided to speak up and he
flinched.
“So, Usagi-san, how’s work going?” I smiled at Takahiro, who looked beyond
uncomfortable due to the silence.
“It’s fine,” I sighed. “I just barely finished the last chapter of a new book
and it’ll be published in a few months.”
“That’s awesome! Misaki, didn’t you say you wanted to be a novelist?”
“Yeah,” Misaki nodded, putting on a fake smile again. “I’ve read some of your
works, Usagi-san. They’re really interesting, I could barely put them down!”
“That’s good to hear,” I smiled back. His smile really made me infuriated. What
the hell was up with this kid? “I’ve heard that my books are more for adults.
It’s surprising that you’d like them.”
“I understand adult books more. Children’s books leave too many possibilities
and questions. Your’s leave a lot to the imagination while they still make
complete sense. I also love how detailed your works are, I can picture every
setting and I really get absorbed into the story.” His smile almost started to
look real before it faded completely and the eye I saw got a little glossy.
“I see,” I mumbled, observing the strange mood swing that just occurred inside
this boy. Then he smiled again, even faker than before.
“Well, one of my… friends disagree with me on that. He says that your works are
disagreeable at best, and yet he still practically stalks you,” he laughed. I
noticed something strange about him when he said ‘friend’, he averted my eyes
for a moment.
“Not everybody will love what I write,” I shrugged. “That’s something that
every author needs to understand before putting his books out for the world.” I
honestly couldn’t care less what people thought about my works. If I was
satisfied with it, then no matter the feedback I wouldn’t care. He looked at me
and smiled, one shamrock green eye looked almost envious of me. The other one
was completely covered by his brown hair. I didn’t understand why he was
covering his eye. Is this his attempt at being edgy? It sure as hell wasn’t
working if that was the case.
“I’m happy for you,” he laughed, his voice quivering a bit as though he was
about to start crying. But his uncovered eye was dry. What was up with this
guy?
“Hey, I have an idea!” Misaki jumped at the sudden outburst his older brother
made with his regular smile. Misaki turned towards him eagerly awaiting his
idea. “What if Usagi-san helps you out, like tutoring?” Misaki looked down
slightly.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Misaki laughed. “He’s probably so busy,
it’d be rude to ask him to do something like that.” Takahiro looked really
disappointed. It made me feel a little disappointed too.
“No, it’d be no problem!” I found myself saying. I really didn’t like this
idea, so why did I say that? “I would love to tutor Misaki-kun.”
“Really?” Takahiro was overjoyed. I noticed Misaki looking away from me. I
couldn’t really tell what kind of emotion he was feeling just now. “Of course,
I’m not asking you to do this for free. How much do you want per session?”
“No, I don’t need money,” I laughed, thinking of the large amount of money that
I possessed. I could literally throw away 10,000 yen (94.10 US dollars) and it
wouldn’t make a dent in the money I have.
“We need to pay you something,” Takahiro insisted.
I sighed and thought about what I might need. “How about pork miso soup?” I
suggested after a moment. Both Takahiro and Misaki looked at me in surprise. I
chuckled awkwardly. “You see, I don’t get a lot of real meals. And you make
really good pork miso soup if I recall correctly.”
I was talking to Takahiro who looked somewhat embarrassed, however not as much
as Misaki. Takahiro’s embarrassment was more ‘shit, I have to explain’ and
Misaki’s was more ‘shit, this is awkward’.
“Misaki…” Takahiro turned to the teen and Misaki looked up to me and smiled.
“Thank you. I’m glad that you liked it,” he said with an awkward laugh.
Takahiro looked over at me and smiled.
“Oh, so you made it?” I asked with a laugh. Misaki nodded slowly. Ugh, this is
really pissing me off!
“Yeah, I’ve never been good with cooking,” Takahiro laughed. “Misaki learned
simple foods with our mother and started looking up recipes and making more
advanced things as time went on. Now he can make almost anything if he has the
recipe for it.”
“And the energy, time and patience,” Misaki added softly.
“One of his many talents,” Takahiro bumped his shoulder into Misaki’s, making
Misaki bump back.
“I don’t know if I have ‘many talents’,” Misaki laughed. “I don’t think I’m all
that good at cooking to begin with.”Your brother gave you a compliment and this
is what you say in return? What the hell? Show gratitude instead of
disagreeing!
“Don’t be ridiculous! You have so many great talents and of course, cooking is
one of them!” Takahiro sounded a little upset as he said this. Misaki looked
even more upset but just nodded sadly. The fake smile was gone again and he
just looked pathetic. “Well, anyways, if it isn’t too much trouble, I would
love to give up my brother for a little bit every day so that he won’t get D’s
in all of his classes!”
Misaki looked ashamed at the sudden outroar of his current grades. It made me
laugh a bit. If he is ashamed of his grades, why not get them up instead of
going to his ‘friend’s’ house every day? After a moment of Misaki looking like
he wanted to die a slow and painful death, his eye started scanning the room as
if looking for something. Then he suddenly grabbed a porcelain rabbit from off
of the small table next to him and stared at it in his lap. His eye looked to
be filling with tears before he pushed them away while closing his eye. What
the hell was up with this kid? Honestly!
Misaki POV
The mention of my shitty grades made me feel so upset. It wasn’t completely my
fault that I have the grades I have. I did miss an entire year of school and
kind of forgot most of what I’d learned before. My language classes were the
worst, which made me feel even worse since I wanted so badly to be a writer.
I started searching the room, hoping to find something out of place that I
could fix. That was always how I relieved my stress. But I found absolutely
nothing out of place and felt my stress level rising. I turned and found my
favorite porcelain rabbit and grabbed it, staring at it, hoping for some answer
on how to fix all of my problems. I stared at it and got a reminder of my mom.
My mom saw the porcelain decoration at a store and instantly fell in love with
it. I was with her and so was Nii-chan. She didn’t have any money and just
flipped out since she couldn’t have it. She was just like a kid when things
like that happened. The worker near us told her that he could hold it for her
if she came back later today with the money. And she was just overjoyed. By the
end of the day, the rabbit was sitting in the living room. I realized I was
about to start crying and quickly pushed the stinging tears as far away as they
could go.
Nii-chan and Usagi-san were discussing times for my tutoring when I was out of
my trance. I looked up and saw that Usagi-san was still staring straight at me,
a furious rage hidden behind his lavender eyes. He really doesn’t like me, does
he? He probably thinks that I shouldn’t be bothering him and Nii-chan. That I
shouldn’t be alive. That I should just die.
I shook my head unconsciously and let out a light chuckle as I slowly stroked
the head of the porcelain rabbit. No, he knows that that would just hurt Nii-
chan. He obviously cares for Nii-chan. Maybe I could even go as far as to say
that he loves Nii-chan. He doesn’t really look like a gay man, but you never
know.
“Misaki,” my thoughts were interrupted by Nii-chan. “Could you make me some tea
please?”
I nodded and jumped up, forgetting for a moment how sore my lower body felt. I
almost fell back onto the couch but quickly caught myself and walked away.
“Usagi-san, would you like some as well?” I asked, turning towards the hate-
filled man. He nodded, glaring daggers at me and I walked away. I didn’t even
realize how bad my limp was getting. I could see that Usagi-san had noticed it.
Eventually, it’d get to the point where I can’t even move. And then I’d be out
of luck.
“So, what’s up with that kid?” Usagi-san asked, trying to be quiet enough so I
wouldn’t hear. But he didn’t know just how thin these walls were, you could
hear everything that happens and everything that is said in every room.
“What do you mean?” Nii-chan replied, as clueless as ever. I loved him, but he
was so naive and clueless, it got a little irritating sometimes.
“Just, tell me what I needed to talk to him about,” Usagi-san seemed a little
irritated. I didn’t blame him, since he had to talk with me for Nii-chan’s
sake.
“He hasn’t been talking to me lately,” Nii-chan sighed. I wonder why. “I was
just worried. A lots happened to him lately and I just want him to talk with
someone about it. Everytime I bring it up, he looks so ashamed and avoids the
conversation at all costs.” I pulled my hair out of my face, forgetting that
there was no point. I sighed, pouring some water into a teapot.
“Well, what’s happened to him?” Usagi-san retorted. His voice had a tone that
made me think that he didn’t believe there was any good reason for my actions.
Maybe there wasn’t.
“He…” the teapot slipped out of my hands and made a loud clanking noise as it
hit the tile floor. I jumped in surprise. “Misaki, are you okay?” Nii-chan
yelled. He came running moments later, Usagi-san behind him. I quickly turned
away from Usagi-san and moved my hair back into my face.
“S-sorry,” I stuttered, still a little scared at the loud noise I’d produced.
“I-it just slipped through my f-fingers.” Nii-chan sighed with relief when he
saw me.
“Don’t scare me like that,” he sighed, putting his hands on his chest like he’d
just experienced a heart attack.
“I didn’t mean to,” I muttered, picking up the pot and putting it on the
counter, happy to find something that I could clean up. I really needed
something to calm my nerves. On my way to get a mop, I forgot about the pain in
my lower body and found myself about to faceplant. I was right in front of
Usagi-san and nearly fell right into his gigantic chest. What surprised me was
that he was prepared for me to fall into him.
“You okay?” he questioned, holding his arms out to catch me.
“Sorry, felt a little lightheaded for a second,” I laughed, shaking my head. I
needed to get myself together. I walked around him, feeling his eyes on me. It
made me feel sick to my stomach. They both went back into the living room,
leaving me to clean up. They were talking about the past again, making me
relieved. I didn’t know what I would’ve done if they’d continued that
conversation.
I jumped out of the kitchen, a big smile stretched across my face as I brought
them the tea they’d asked for.
“None for you?” Nii-chan asked when I sat down empty handed. I looked at him
and shook my head.
“My stomach isn't feeling too great right now,” I answered honestly.
“Maybe you should get some for yourself,” Nii-chan suggested. “It might make
you feel better.”
“I don’t think it’ll help much,” I laughed, still feeling Usagi-san’s eyes
staring at me. I felt my stomach churn. “I’ll just take something later.”
Usagi-san adjusted in his chair and continued glowering at me. I coughed a bit
on accident, gaining a concerned look from Nii-chan.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Nii-chan questioned and nodded with a laugh.
“I’m great, don’t worry,” I coughed again before laying my head on the back of
the couch and turning my attention to the scowling Usagi-san across the room.
He saw me look at him and his eyebrows furrowed; he was searching for
something. Was I really going to be forced to deal with this guy once a day?
***** Chapter 2 *****
Misaki POV
I sat in the house, holding the very small but pricey gift I’d bought for Nii-
chan’s birthday. I had spent a lot of money that I’d saved up, disappointing
myself for wasting so much.
Nii-chan had recently gone to the optometrist (eye doctor) and found that he
was in desperate need of new glasses. But he didn’t have enough money and of
course, I blame myself for that fact. If I wasn’t around, he’d easily have the
money he needed for glasses. So I decided to repay him by buying him some that
were identical to his own but in his prescription. I knew that he’d be mad that
I wasted so much money on him when I could’ve paid for my own glasses.
Ever since I’d started only using one eye, my vision had been deteriorating
rapidly. Nii-chan had tried to get me to the doctor to help with my poor vision
but I’d refused. I didn’t want to waste any more of Nii-chan’s money for my own
health expenses. I already felt bad for the year I spent in the hospital.
I heard a wrap on the front door and I quickly went and opened the door. It was
my gray-haired, broad-shouldered tutor. He’d been tutoring me every day for the
past half year. His expression of hatred continued still, although much softer
than before.
“Hello, Usagi-san,” I laughed, motioning him into the house, smiling as well as
I was able.
“Hello,” Usagi-san nodded as he walked into the house, seeming as though he was
searching for something. He was holding a big bag. He was in charge of the
cake, although I was more than happy to make one. I knew he was just going to
buy one, since he was helpless with any sort of housework, especially in the
kitchen. Once I was greeted when walking into his house with the smell of smoke
and when I went into the kitchen out of breath, it was Usagi-san trying to cook
himself something. What it was, I’ll never know. It was completely
unidentifiable when I’d cleaned up the terrible mess Usagi-san left behind.
“Is Takahiro here yet?” Usagi-san asked, now making me realize what he was
searching for. I shook my head.
“He’s still working, he said he’ll be home in about two hours,” I answered. I
felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, which I quickly turned my attention to
while Usagi-san sat in his usual spot on the couch.
I stared at my phone, my good mood completely evaporating.
“Studying at my house in 20 minutes. DON’T be late.”
Now of all times? I was just about to start cooking.
“I’m really sorry, Usagi-san. I have to leave for a little bit. I’ll be back as
soon as I can,” I said, not looking to see his glare that I could feel directed
towards my back. I ran out of the door, in the direction of my ‘friend’.
 
I fell down off of the table and when I tried to stand again, I fell right
back. My waist and back had finally given up and would take a few minutes
before I could get them to work again. I heard a laugh from behind me and felt
a chill down my bareback.
“Is something wrong, little Misaki?” I heard a mischievous laugh. I shook my
head quickly.
“No, no. Nothing’s wrong,” I continued to shake my head as I felt a cold hand
lightly sweep my neck. I cringed, displeased with the awful hand. I quickly
stagger to my feet, not wanting to allow another attack on my dignity. I
practically ran over to my clothes, which were scattered all around the room,
ignoring the sickening feeling of the sticky substances covering my body.
Before leaving, I got asked the same question he asked me every day.
“Would you like a ride?” he always asked with a sinister and mischievous voice.
I knew exactly what he meant when he asked that, which always made me sick when
I thought about it. I knew that I would never make another round.
“Thank you, but I can walk,” I answered quickly before walking out the door,
running as fast as could be expecting. I wanted to shower and shower and never
stop. I never wanted to see that monster slut again. But that was impossible
for multiple reasons.
“Welcome back,” Usagi-san muttered when I slammed the door. I held onto the
handle before collapsing to the floor. I gasped for air, I hadn’t stopped
running until I got home, so my lungs were on fire. I heard footsteps but
didn’t look up or move in any way.
“Are you okay?” Usagi-san questioned when he saw me. He knelt down next to me
and patted my back awkwardly while I sat out of breath, my body wanting to
disintegrate. After a moment, I wiped the silent tears that were apparently
falling the entire time. I looked up at him and smiled.
“Sorry,” I laughed, my voice a little shaky. “I’m fine now, thanks.”
He nodded. He was no doubt confused and I was happy when he didn’t ask what
happened. I needed a bit of time to think up a good reason. I grabbed the door
handle and pushed myself to my feet, using the handle as a way to balance.
He stood next to me, holding out his arms to prepare for me to fall into him. I
stood up for a bit until my body felt like it wasn’t about to crumble away and
let go of the handle. I staggered towards my room, Usagi-san following me up to
my bedroom door.
 
 
Usagi POV
I tried to understand what had just happened. But I couldn’t find a good reason
for it.
I was just about to light my fifth cigarette when my dear Takahiro’s little
brother walked into the house and slammed the door. I greeted him and almost
immediately after, I heard a thud as though he’d fallen. When I walked in to
see what happened, he was on his knees on the floor with his head down,
covering his face. He was completely out of breath too.
Since I don’t know anything about comforting people, I felt really awkward when
I patted his back. When he was fine, I wanted to ask him what happened but when
I saw his fake smile, I realized that it would just end with a lot of lying
which would be a waste of both of our time.
Now I was just sitting on the couch, engulfed in my thoughts as Misaki took a
shower. I could hear coughing in the bathroom and felt a twinge of concern. Is
he okay in there? Did he get hurt at his friends or something?
I made myself believe that I was worried for Takahiro’s sake since I knew how
much Misaki meant to him. But for some reason, when I thought that, I felt like
it was a lie.
When Misaki walked out of the bathroom I was surprised to see just how badly he
was limping. He was wearing his regular long-sleeves and pants. But I was
surprised to see that his hair was not covering his face and there was a long
bandage covering the entire half of his face. That just made me more concerned.
He walked away from me, probably to his room and after a minute, he came
downstairs with a very upset and somewhat fearful face. He walked past me, not
even acknowledging me, and went into the kitchen.
There was a moment of silence before I heard a smashing sound, followed by the
sound of shattering glass, then more smashing.
What the hell is going on in there? I jumped up and ran into the kitchen to
find Misaki clenching at his messy brown hair, sobbing with all sorts of
kitchen supplies scattered all over as well as glass shards. He looked at me
with tear-filled eyes, then quickly looked away from me in shame.
“I-i’m so s-sorry,” he gasped before clasping his hand over his mouth and
running to the sink. He began to vomit inside the sink, still sobbing. He
slammed his hand on the side of the sink, repeating the motion until blood was
dripping to the floor.
I quickly ran over to him, ignoring the fact that there was glass all over the
floor and grabbed his hand. I soon realized that the blood wasn’t from any
wound on his hand, but coming from his arm. He fell to the floor and continued
to sob. I sat down beside him and to my surprise, wrapped my arms around him
and kissed his head. Why was I showing so much love towards this annoying kid?
It took him a few minutes before he’d successfully calmed down and stood up,
very wobbly.
“I’m really sorry,” Misaki mumbled, hiding both of his eyes behind his bangs.
He began to clean up the mess he created calmly, his tense muscles slowly
relaxing as he did. When he was done, I was surprised to see how upbeat he
seemed to be.
“Are you okay?” I asked as he got out a cutting board, knife, and some
vegetables. He looked at me and looked away.
“I’m fine now. I’m really sorry for that. I don’t know what I was thinking,” he
laughed a bit. I wasn’t all that surprised by that lie and just nodded.
“You’re still bleeding,” I realized that his hand was still dripping with the
crimson liquid. He looked down and began to laugh awkwardly before walking back
to the sink and pouring water over his small hand.
“Thanks,” he sighed, putting his hand on his elbow and keeping a tight grip on
it as he continued to wash his hand off. When he was done, he dried off his
hand and got back to work, not even worrying about wherever the blood was
actually coming from.
I went back to the living room without saying another word, not wanting to deal
with more obvious lies.
 
Misaki POV
I can’t believe I just did that! Why did I do that? Not only did I freak Usagi-
san out but I broke some of Nii-chan’s belongings! I shouldn’t have done that!
Why on earth would I do something so absolutely stupid?
“You’re still bleeding,” Usagi-san looked down at my arm, causing me to do the
same. I didn’t know what to do so I just awkwardly laughed. I must’ve opened up
one of my cuts during that meltdown.
I knew I wasn’t going to roll up my sleeve while Usagi-san was in the room, so
I went to the sink and let the water run over my hand, washing the blood off of
my hand.
“Thanks,” I sighed while trying to slow down the bleeding by clutching at my
elbow. I knew I couldn’t cut off the circulation or anything but this was the
only thing I could think of. I stood there for a few minutes before turning off
the faucet and drying off my hand.
I moved back to the food that I needed to prepare before Nii-chan got home and
Usagi-san was gone soon after. I sighed in relief, it made me uncomfortable
when he stared at me, the hatred very apparent in his eyes. I hated seeing that
look.
 
Nii-chan walked into the house. Usagi-san and I were standing side by side and
greeted him with ‘happy birthday’. He looked very surprised and happy before he
began to thank us over and over.
He was surprised when he saw my gift to him before he started to complain.
“You shouldn’t be wasting so much money on me, Misaki! I’m grateful and all,
but if you had the money for my glasses, you should’ve gotten yourself some!”
“I wanted to repay you,” I sighed. “This was all I could give you at the
moment.”
“Don’t waste money on me,” Nii-chan demanded and I shook my head.
“Let me repay you for everything you’ve done for me,” I laughed and Nii-chan
tightly hugged me.
“You need to learn how to be more selfish,” he whispered into my ear.
Then Nii-chan opened Usagi-san’s present. Like I’d expected, Usagi-san had
gotten Nii-chan a present that made him overjoyed. He’d gotten Nii-chan a watch
(a really expensive one) that he’d had shown an interest in when they saw it
together. I was somewhat happy that Nii-chan had someone to watch over him with
such love. It did make me a little sad to think that Usagi-san loved someone
who’d never love him back.
The door squeaked open and Usagi-san and Nii-chan went to see who it was. I was
hiding behind a chair like a wimp, confusing the hell out of Usagi-san and
making Nii-chan feel horrible.
“Oh, Usagi-san! This is Manami!” Nii-chan cheered before leading a beautiful
female into the living room. Usagi-san had a smile that didn’t quite make it to
his eyes. Everyone was aware of what was coming next. “Manami and I have
decided to get married.”
I looked at Usagi-san and saw his fake smile. It made me so very sad, I wanted
to cry.
“You finally did it,” Usagi-san laughed, his voice so desperately trying to
steady itself. It was surprising that he was faking it so well.
“Congratulations!” I quickly started searching the room for something that
wasn’t clean. When I didn’t find anything, I started to feel tears form in my
eyes. I saw that the champagne bottle was empty and jumped at the chance.
“Nii-chan, we’re out of drinks. I’m gonna go get some,” I said quickly, running
towards the door.
“They won’t sell drinks to a minor,” Nii-chan yelled back to me. I sniffled a
bit, there was no other choice.
“Usagi-san, come with me!” I yelled, walking towards him and grabbing his
sleeve, pulling him along with me. The tears were already falling by the time
I’d stopped running. “I’m really sorry,” I gasped through my crying.
He walked up to me and tilted my head up. He had a small, absolutely
heartbroken smile on his face. It just made me cry even more.
“You look absolutely pathetic,” Usagi-san laughed, wiping a tear off of my
face. I was a little confused but for some reason, I felt so happy when he
touched my face with such a kind look on his face.
“Who’s fault is that?” I asked. “When I start crying, I can’t stop.”
As soon as I had finished that sentence, Usagi-san’s face was right next to
mine, our noses touching. His lips touched mine, beginning an absolutely
amazing kiss. I’d never enjoyed a kiss before, but I loved this one. He lightly
bit my lower lip and I opened my mouth out of habit. Even if I didn’t want to,
I would’ve. But I really wanted to.
His tongue explored my mouth, his eyes finally closing and his arms wrapped
around my waist. I didn’t know what to do with my hands and put them down at my
sides. For some reason, my brain was going so fuzzy.
I was a little disappointed when he pulled away. Although I’d never tell him
that. He stared into my eye, his beautiful lavender eyes filled with such
passion. He smiled at me.
“You stopped,” he said, wiping some of the wetness off of my cheeks. Then his
head hit my shoulder. “I’m sorry, just for a little while.” And he began to cry
silently, soaking my shirt. I ruffled his silver hair as he did.
Usagi’s POV
It was weird. At first, I despised the damned brat who was taking up all of
Takahiro’s time. Then I was thinking about him all the time, trying to
understand him. Then, as I started to understand what kind of personality he
had, I felt something towards him that I couldn’t explain. I liked to look at
him, his pretty green eye. I wanted to understand him even more, I wanted to
understand why he wore what he did, why he hid his other beautiful eye. I
enjoyed when he came to my house and tried to learn, just to get caught up
cleaning and cooking. I would laugh at how utterly stupid the poor guy was.
I began to love the little brother of the man who I’d loved for 10 years. Of
course, I was in denial until Takahiro announced his engagement. I tried to
hide the broken heart that had formed inside of me and was succeeding. Until
that damned brat who I’d been falling in love with started to cry for my sake.
And I kissed him. And it felt amazing!
“Nii-chan, you know it’s not normal for a newlywed couple to be taking care of
a healthy 20-year-old boy,” Misaki repeated for the fifth time. Takahiro and
Minami had just barely gotten married and Takahiro’s job was transferring him
away. Misaki wanted to move out for some reason. He had just gotten into M
University, so I could understand that he’d want his space.
“Takahiro,” I sighed after a minute. Takahiro had been ignoring his little
brother’s arguments while packing up. He turned to look at me, hoping that I
would be able to assist with his persistent brother. “How about Misaki come
live with me?”
“I can’t impose on you like that,” Takahiro shook his head.
“I think it’d actually be very beneficial for everyone,” both Takahiro and
Misaki were listening to me, very interested in what I was saying. I could see
the skepticism in Misaki’s eye. We’d been meeting a lot, but every time I came
in for another kiss, he’d back away and whisper something incoherent.
“Misaki wouldn’t have to spend money on rent, you could be at ease since Misaki
will be with me. If anything were to happen, I could make sure he’s safe,” I
explained.
“But that would still be imposing on you,” Takahiro continued to shake his
head.
“Well, his rent could be cleaning and cooking. Then I could actually get proper
meals and my apartment wouldn’t be a complete wreck 24/7,” Takahiro sighed,
taking a moment to think before nodding with a sigh.
Misaki didn’t say anything, just stood there with a kind of sad expression. It
made me sad that he didn’t seem to be excited about my idea.
“That sounds like a good enough plan,” Takahiro sighed. “Misaki?”
Misaki nodded slowly, keeping his head down. It made me sad that I couldn’t see
his beautiful shamrock green eye. But I smiled, pleased with how that had gone.
 
“Thank you, Usagi-san,” Takahiro laughed. “I don’t know how we would’ve gotten
to a compromise with how things were going.” Misaki was in his room, getting
his stuff so that we could both leave for ‘home’.
“Nii-chan!” Misaki screamed from his room. Takahiro was gone in a flash.
The conversation was a short one and Takahiro was back, out of breath.
“What was that about?” I asked, laughing lightly at my friend’s overprotective
actions.
“Misaki was telling me that he left some of his clothes in the laundry and
would come back later today to clean and take them,” Takahiro sighed when he’d
sat back down. Misaki was walking out of his room, holding a few bags after a
few minutes. I went and grabbed a few so he wouldn’t break himself. What I
grabbed was immensely light.
“Bye, Nii-chan,” Misaki called before we walked out of the house and towards my
red sports car. We filled the trunk of the car with all of his stuff. “Thanks
for letting me live with you for a while.”
“No problem,” I answered, patting his shoulder affectionately. When Misaki was
in the car, I was surprised when he moved his hair out of his face. Half of his
face was still covered with the bandage.
“What happened?” I asked. He smiled a bit, but his eye was filled with sorrow.
“I don’t think that I’m ready to tell,” he answered honestly. I nodded with
understanding. I lightly caressed the bandage.
“Can you show me?” I asked and he shook his head.
“I don’t want you to think I’m disgusting,” he smiled, his smile laced with
sadness. “At least for a little longer, I want you to like me.”
“Nothing could make me think you’re disgusting,” I laughed. What on earth could
be behind that bandage that could make him think something like that?
“I sure hope so,” I heard him mutter before I started the car and we left his
childhood home.
 
“I gotta go. I’ll be back soon,” Misaki waved as he left the apartment. I was
surprised that he was already wanting to leave on the first day of moving. He’d
already gone to get the rest of his things from Takahiro’s.
I looked into his new room and was surprised that all of his stuff was unpacked
and neatly put into the drawers and closet. I looked into his closet to find a
large variety of black long-sleeved shirts. Does he have some sort of long-
sleeve fetish?
I thought about it and realized that I wasn’t really one to talk. Since I was
always wearing a suit. I went into my office and worked until I heard the door
close and staggering footsteps. I walked out to find Misaki holding fast to the
railing of the stairs. He looked up at me and gave me a weak smile. But his eye
was filled with tears.
“Misaki, what happened?” I asked calmly, walking down and grabbing his arm to
help him up the stairs. He looked down, his eyes trying to find a solution to
his new problem. He looked up at me and shook his head slowly.
He almost fell back which ended with me picking him up bridal style. He had a
slight pink tint in his cheeks, which made my heart skip a beat. I leaned down
and kissed him. He didn’t pull away and didn’t fight in any way, but in fact,
deepened it.
When I pulled away and looked at him, he was crying silently.
“What’s wrong?” I asked quietly.
“I don’t want to…” he began but choked on his tears. I felt this ache in my
chest as I thought of what he might’ve been saying. Is he going to reject me
too? “I don’t want to hurt you.” My eyes widened in surprise.
“What? Why… How would you hurt me?” I asked quickly, stuttering slightly over
myself. He looked at me with his beautiful emerald eye, tears slipping down his
cheek.
“I’m not…” he didn’t finish, lowering his gaze to the floor.
“What?” I was getting a little angry. He was a little surprised by my tone and
it just made him cry even more.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, wrapping his arms around my neck and putting his
head on my shoulder. “I’m so sorry. But being with me will… just hurt you.”
“How?” I questioned. “It can’t hurt any more than being rejected twice in a
row!”
“I… can’t tell you,” he whispered. “Just believe me.”
I felt my temper rising and when I had walked into Misaki’s new room, I threw
him onto the bed and walked off, ignoring that he was now groaning in pain and
sobbing.
 
Misaki’s POV
My body was in agonizing pain and now, so was my heart. I never knew it’d be so
hard to reject someone. I sobbed pathetically as I thought about what I’d just
done. How could I have hurt Usagi-san? As I thought about it, I actually began
to wonder if he was just messing with me. Was he just toying with my emotions,
or using me as a second for my brother? He probably doesn’t even care. I mean,
who’d actually love someone like me?
When my body finally started to move, despite the agonizing pain, I went into
the bathroom. I needed to clean off the guiltiness I felt.
I squatted on the shower floor, hoping that Usagi-san wouldn’t hear my pathetic
sobbing. I didn’t have any energy to clean myself and just sat there. I felt
myself get kind of hot and immediately thought that it was what I deserved.
“Misaki, are you okay in there?” I heard Usagi-san call, knocking on the door.
He didn’t sound too angry anymore. He’s gotten over it already, huh?
“I’m sorry, I’ll be out soon,” I yelled back, trying so desperately to hide the
sadness in my voice. After speaking, I began to cough and I threw up in the
shower. I gasped for air before I repeated the cycle. I couldn’t get myself to
breath and felt myself get a little lightheaded.
After I’d thrown up, I began to really clean myself off. I felt so weak, sick
and delirious that I had to stay on the floor while I did.
I turned off the shower and just sat there for a minute before using all of my
energy to stand up outside of the shower, dry off and put on clothes. I forgot
to put on my face bandage as well as my choker.
I pulled my hair in front of my face out of habit as I opened the door and
stumbled around dizzily. I walked into my room and fell onto the bed. I felt
some hot liquid seep from my mouth but was so out of energy I couldn’t go take
care of it.
 
Usagi-san walked into my room and sat next to my limp body. He patted my back.
“I forgive you,” he sighed. I was going to ask ‘for what’ but if I were to move
my mouth, I knew that that would just add the blood pile on the sheets. “If you
really think that you’re going to hurt me, then I’m just going to force the
reason out of you and then fix whatever it is. I was a little-pissed off but I
couldn’t stop feeling an immense love for you.”
“Usagi-san…” I whispered groggily, the room beginning to spin.
“Misaki?” his voice was laced with concern. I felt more blood fall from the
deep cut on my mouth and laughed breathlessly.
“I need an ambulance,” I said more quietly than I would’ve liked. Usagi-san was
out of there in near seconds without a question of why. The last thing I heard
before I blacked out was Usagi-san yelling ‘hello’ through the phone.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Usagi’s POV
 
“How is he doing?” I looked up at the dark-haired doctor who had been taking
care of Misaki. He was giving me a sympathetic smile as he stood above me.
 
“He’ll be fine,” he answered with a reassuring nod. “He was just suffering from
blood loss and a few other minor problems.”
 
“Why?” I asked about the blood loss. I felt a little terrified to hear the
answer. He knelt in front of me and patted my shoulder.
 
“I’ve been Takahashi-kun’s doctor for a while now and he’s always begged me to
keep everything quiet. So if you’d like to know, please ask him yourself,” he
had a sad expression. I nodded lightly and sighed.  I’m going to have to force
the answer out of him.
 
“Can I see him?” I asked calmly.
 
“Follow me,” the doctor directed me to Misaki’s room. I looked up at the
number, smirking a bit despite the worry and stress that I was feeling. His
room was number 69. The doctor opened the sliding door and I walked in.
 
It was unbearably dark and quiet. The only noise was coming from the heart
monitor beeping in a steady rhythm. I went right next to the bed, barely able
to see the teenager in front of me. He had a white bandage over half his face,
both of his arms and around his neck.  What the hell happened to make him like
this?
 
A groggy green eye fluttered open when I intertwined my fingers with his. He
looked down at me and opened his mouth to speak, a little bit of blood
noticeably dripping into his mouth from the side of his face that was covered.
He didn’t seem to notice and if he did, he didn’t care.
 
“U-usa… gi… sa… n,” he stuttered.
 
“Misaki,” I whispered, taking some of his hair and lightly caressing it
sweetly.
 
“W-where am… I-i?” he spluttered through his slightly blood-filled mouth. I
pressed a button next to his bed, worried about what was happening with his
mouth.  Why was his mouth filling with blood like that?
 
“In the hospital, like you asked,” I answered quietly. His eye showed such
sadness as he began to remember what happened.
 
“I-i’m so-sorry, U-Usagi-san,” he whimpered, tears slipping from his eye. “I d-
didn’t mean t-to b-bother y-you.”
 
“You’re not doing any such thing,” I laughed, squeezing his hand tightly. A
smile formed on his face before he winced in pain. The smile had faded due to
it.
 
“Is something wrong?” a nurse barged into the room. I looked at her and stood
up before explaining my concern.
 
“Every time he opens his mouth, it fills with blood,” I explained.
 
“Takahashi-kun…” she sighed disappointedly. “You know that you need to avoid
moving your mouth until it heals completely.” He looked at her and nodded.
 
“Until what heals?” I asked, more concerned than ever.
 
“I’m fine,” Misaki laughed, attempting to get out of bed. “I should go back. I
don’t want to disturb my daily routine.” The nurse, like she had vanished and
reappeared, was pushing Misaki back down so he was laying down again.
 
“You’re not fine. You need to stay for a few days til we know that you’re
wounds are safe,” when she said that, Misaki’s face went pale and he quickly
began to shake his head. Tears formed and freely fell down the half of his face
that could be seen as he did.
 
“I can’t be here for a few days,” his body began to shake. “I need to go back.
Please, I have to.” We were both surprised by what he said next. “I still
haven’t destroyed it yet. I don’t have a choice yet. I have to go back.”
Misaki’s tears flowed quickly and he shook in fear and sadness.
 
“Takahashi-kun, I really don’t have a choice in the matter. You have to stay
until everything’s safely on the way to healing,” the nurse sighed, patting his
shoulder kindly.
 
What was that just now? He hasn’t destroyed it yet? He doesn’t have a choice?
Where does he have to go back to?  Misaki whimpered before sobbing into his
hands.
 
He began to mutter something into his palms, something that I tried so hard to
hear but couldn’t.



Misaki’s POV
 
My head throbbed as I thought about what would happen tomorrow. What I was
hoping to keep from happening, something that I was paying such a high price to
prevent, was now completely inevitable. No matter how hard I tried to find some
way to fix the problem, there was no solution.
 
“Usagi-san is probably not going to be leaving. He might go home to get a
change of clothes or something but then I'd have to sneak out of the hospital.
That’s impossible since every nurse and doctor knows me and will know exactly
what I’m trying to do if I’m caught,” I whispered out loud without realizing.
There really was nothing that could help me in the end. “I might be able to
convince Usagi-san to sneak me out… no… that wouldn’t work. He’s aware that I
need to stay here for my own health, meaning that he’ll probably make me stay
here.”
 
“Takahashi-kun, you should probably get some rest. Make sure not to move your
mouth. We don’t want the cut to open any wider,” Nurse Paula, a nurse that
transferred to this hospital from England right after I was brought into the
hospital for the first time, informed me sadly. I felt so much shame that I
couldn’t even look up at her. This was a situation that would end so terribly,
I didn’t want to think about it.
 
“Misaki, is there something you want to tell me?” Usagi-san’s voice was guarded
with anger and curiosity. I looked up at him and immediately regretted it. Even
though his voice was showing such strength, his eyes couldn’t hide the pain he
felt from not knowing anything. Even with the trouble that I was causing him, I
felt the selfish need to continue hiding everything. The shame that I felt for
what I’d done and what I’d let others do was too strong; sharing something like
that would just end with both of us upset.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for being so late. And ending it so abruptly. I kind of forgot
     everything that I was planning. Hopefully, I'll add another chapter
     soon, but I can't promise anything.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Misaki’s POV
 
I fidgeted in the bed, hoping with all my might that I’d find something that
could save me from what would happen today. I held my phone, begging inside my
mind that the daily text wouldn’t come.
 
Usagi-san stirred in his sleep before his eyes opened and focused on me. There
was a look of sadness shown in his beautiful eyes when he saw me.
 
“You know…” he paused so he could let out a tired yawn. “If there is something
that is really wrong, I’ll help you out of here if you tell me.” I stared at
him in surprise. Was he serious? Was he just lying to me?
 
There was a vibrating on my phone which sent a surge of anxiety and panic
throughout my entire body. I looked at the message that I was hoping with all
of my might wouldn’t show up.
 
“Studying at my house in 20 minutes. DON’T be late.”
 
A tear rolled down my cheek as I stared at the text. A sick feeling formed in
the pit of my stomach and I felt like I was about to throw up again. Without
thinking, my hand moving completely on its own, the phone had ended up
colliding with the wall and falling to the floor, broken to pieces.
 
“Misaki?” Usagi-san asked, very startled. A valid reaction to what I’d done.
 
“I need to go. Please, I don’t want anyone to see it! Please! I’ve got to go
before it’s too late!” I sobbed, slick tears slipping from my eye down my face.
Usagi-san just stared at me, completely awed by what I was doing.
 
“You have to tell me first,” he insisted. I shook my head rapidly.
 
“I don’t have time,” I whimpered, the palm of my hand colliding with my head
with a loud slap. “If I don’t get there in twenty minutes, everything will be
for nothing!” I looked up at him, begging him to help me leave.
 
He sighed in defeat. “If you promise to tell me later, then fine,” he grunted
angrily. I didn’t want to, but now there was no other choice.
 
“I promise!” I said without hesitation. “I promise! Now get me out of here!
Please!”
 
He rubbed his eyes and stood up.



Usagi’s POV
 
I can’t believe I actually helped him leave! And how is it that literally no
one even noticed that he was gone!
 
Misaki sat back down on his hospital bed, hair soaked from the shower he’d just
taken. His face was a pale green and he looked tired beyond compare. He was
practically out cold as soon as he sat down.
 
I stood up and pushed him onto the bed in a more comfortable position. I moved
his legs so they were no longer falling off the edge of the bed and his head
wasn’t stabbing into the metal arms, instead sitting comfortably on the
pillows. Even in a hospital gown, he was covering his arms and legs completely
while a choker was securely wrapped around his neck.
 
My hand moved up to his hair, which I ruffled lightly so he couldn’t wake up
but enough so he would know that it was happening. Moving his hair out of my
way, I gave him a soft kiss on the forehead, before I noticed the large
bandages covering the left half of his face. I ran my fingers over the soft
cloth, sighing deeply.
 
Why did I have to fall in love with this kid of all people? He’s an unstable,
injured, half-blind boy who’s the little brother of my first love. I thought I
hated him but all of a sudden, my feelings did a 360 and I’m here. It doesn’t
make sense!
 
I looked at his face as a whole and smiled when I saw his pretty emerald eye
wide open, a blush present on his face.
 
“Usagi-san...?” he whispered, his voice raw and seemingly non-existent. I
lightly pecked his lips for a second time before looking into his eye with the
most fondness I’d ever felt.
 
“You promised you’d tell me,” I whispered and the innocence in his eyes
hardened into a glare. He nodded.
 
“But can’t you let me sleep for a bit?” he asked softly. I nodded, somewhat
disappointed before moving back to the chair that I’d previously sat in. His
eye was once again closed when I looked back, his face softened.
 
I pulled out my laptop and started writing until the small body on the bed
stirred to life. When I looked up, I was surprised to find the light of the sun
was gone from the windows and the only light was the automatic ceiling lights
of the hospital. It turns out, I’d been writing til clear past midnight.
 
“Usagi-san?” the small boy whispered groggily and I went next to him, caressing
his cheek to tell him that I was still wide awake. He looked up at me, tears
evident in his gorgeous eye.
 
“Time for some answers, Misaki,” I sighed, kissing his forehead gently. He sat
up with great effort, nodding softly as he did.
 
“You’re right,” he grunted. “But you have to keep this a secret. Between the
two of us, okay?” I nodded. I didn’t think it’d be as serious as it was.



Misaki’s POV
 
“It happened the last year of middle school,” I started, my eye shut tight to
keep from crying. Just thinking about it made my stomach lurch. “There was this
party to celebrate our graduating out of middle school. It got a little crazy,
as one would expect from a whole bunch of teenagers. The majority of that night
is just kind of a blur of drinking and dancing.
 
“But when I woke up, I found out that some of the guys got a little too high
and they’d decided to have a little more fun with me,” I laughed as a tear
slipped down my cheek. “They had kidnapped me. And used me as some kind of toy.
Not just for sex but for downright torture. They took a video of the lowest
point of my entire life,” I wiped at the drops of tears that were escaping my
eye. “And now they’re forcing me to continue things that should’ve stopped long
ago.”
 
“Misaki,” I heard Usagi-san sigh and when I looked up, I regretted it. He was
looking at me, a look of pity and worry in his lavender eyes.
 
“That’s why I rejected you,” I whispered, tears streaming faster. “That’s why I
said I’d hurt you if it went too far. I don’t know how long it’ll take before I
can destroy that video. And what I’m being forced to do is something that…” I
paused, my head throbbing. “Something that would be classified as cheating if I
were to date you now. I don’t want you to be in a relationship with someone
like me.”
 
“Misaki, you should go to the police. This is illegal,” Usagi-san said sternly,
worry present in his deep voice. I shook my head, sobbing harder.
 
“I…” I whimpered. “I don’t want Nii-chan to see that video. I don’t want you to
see it. I’d rather die!”
 
“The police can help you,” Usagi-san was now hugging me tightly.
 
“He will know. He’ll have the video out before the police would get to it,” I
shook my head quickly. “I can erase it if I just have enough time.”
 
“Misaki, you need to listen to reason,” Usagi-san whispered comfortingly. “The
police will be able to take care of it. And if they can’t, I’ll help you
through this.”
 
“You don’t know what that video is,” I whispered. “You’ll hate me if you saw
it.” I buried my face in Usagi-san’s chest, my hands clenched into a fist,
grasping at clumps of his shirt.
 
“I couldn’t hate you if I tried,” he laughed, kissing my head as he tightened
his grasp around my shoulders. “Can I see your face?”
 
I looked up at him in surprise.
 
“You can see it now,” I whispered, my sobbing finally subsiding and leaving me
with a few tears still slipping from my one eye.
 
“I mean all of it,” he chuckled, moving my hair that had been trained to stay
covering my face. I looked down sadly before nodding slowly.
 
“If you really want to,” I whispered, reaching up to grab the bandage still
somewhat bloodied from the injury left on the corner of my mouth. I stopped
before I could take it all the way off. “Before I do…” I started.
 
“What?” Usagi-san asked worriedly.
 
“This was because of one of those guys who kidnapped me who really liked home
economics,” I laughed a bit. “He said he was ‘practicing’ for a doll or
something like that.” Usagi-san looked surprised and a little worried when he
heard that, which was to be expected.
 
I started to pull at the bandage, wincing at the feeling of tape being ripped
off a deep cut. Usagi-san waited earnestly until the cloth had been completely
removed. Usagi-san’s eyes widened and he stared in complete horror.



Usagi’s POV
 
What kid could do something so absolutely disgusting? And enjoy it? This is
absolutely awful!
 
The boy who I’d involuntarily fallen in love with had an absolutely repulsive
left side of his face. Black thread was holding his eye and a long cut coming
off of the corner of his mouth shut. It was sloppily done, which made it even
more disgusting. His eyebrow wasn’t made of hair like the other but instead the
same black thread. There was a large scar on his forehead, starting from the
corner of his eye to just past his hairline.
 
I felt tears threaten my eyes which I forced back. Misaki hadn’t forced his
back and tears were slipping from the right side of his face, his normal side.
 
“It’s disgusting, huh?” his voice cracked, a dry humorless laugh forming as he
spoke. “You think I’m disgusting, right? I mean, who wouldn’t?”
 
“Misaki, that’s not…” I was interrupted by him punching the side of the bed. It
created a clunk from the metal.
 
“It’s obvious in your eyes,” he growled bitterly, setting the bandage back.
 
His anger almost seemed to deflate like a balloon that was popped.
 
He then pulled off the choker that I’d never seen him without. (In a past
chapter I said that Misaki hadn’t put on the choker but Usagi didn’t notice)
There was a long scar circling all the way around Misaki’s neck like someone
had tried to strangle him. With that, he also pulled up the sleeves and pants
that he’d been covering his arms and legs with. His limbs were covered
completely in scars, mostly small. His wrists and ankles had identical scars to
the one on his neck, circling completely around them.
 
He whimpered as he felt my stare. I averted my eyes, hoping to make him feel a
little more comfortable.
 
“It doesn’t even matter anymore, does it?” he asked after a moment. I looked up
at him, somewhat worried by his sudden statement. He’d already hid his limbs
and neck once again.
 
“What do you mean?” I asked calmly.
 
“I’m never gonna be able to delete the video. I’m never going to look normal
again. I’m never going to find someone who’ll love me. What’s even the point
anymore?” his eye was streaming tears as he looked up at me for the first time
since he’d shown his scars to me. My heart broke when I saw him now completely
breaking down. After a moment, he looked down again. “I’m sorry. I’m bothering
you with all of my problems and all of my…”
 
I found myself wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him
passionately on the lips before he could finish his sentence.
 
“I love you, Misaki,” I announced as soon as I’d let my lips pull away from
his. In seconds, I’d forced our lips back together. I could feel Misaki’s hot
tears go from his face to mine. “I’ll love you no matter what. And I’ll make
sure to take care of this bastard who’s blackmailing you. So don’t give up hope
yet.”
 
I looked at his face, his half beautiful face and saw a little smile creep on
his lips.
 
“You must be insane,” he laughed and I kissed him again.
End Notes
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