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Chapter List
- 1-Necrophilia
- 2-Red
- 3-Despondency
- 4-Voice
- 5-Death
- 6-Cold
- 7-Mine
- 8-Snow
- 9-End
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June 18^th, 2006 – Writer’s Journal Entry 1,182
He had not the nature of a being of flesh. His nature was that of light and fire and brilliance. He was hot cocoa on cold nights and iced-tea on hot, summer days. He was warm embraces and the feeling of flying. He was soft, sweet kisses in the dark, melting in my mouth. He was kind, gentle words when the world was too painful to bear. He was not ice or stone or apathy. He was not closed curtains or a dark bedroom. He was not 4 AM, alone and sleepless. He was not the sweet, sharp edge of a knife. Nor was he a broken heart or shattered dream. He was not ordered-in pasta or day-old, reheated coffee. He was not the cold surface of a mirror, reflecting all my doubts and fear.
He was mercy. Kind, sweet, beautiful, shining, loving…mine.
That was my umpteenth time trying to describe Misaki – even capture some glimmer of what he is, but, like all the other’s I’ve failed. Every day he amazes me more and more. Even after all this time, when I get on a low, he doesn’t sigh or walk away or complain. He gently, lovingly coaxes me out of my depression with feather-soft, butterfly kisses and kind whispers. I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around him. Though he fits nicely in my mouth, just fine. He’d probably blush if he knew that thought ran through my head.
But one of the things I like most about him is that with him, it’s not all about sex. Of course, we have plenty of that, too, but often it’s just about loving, no sexuality attached. It’s about caring for someone so much it’s hardly bearable. It’s selfish, I know, but when he does things for me, goes out of his way for me, sacrifices anything for me, I feel so warm inside. My doctor says I should take my medicine still, but I only have to take one pill a day, so I don’t have another episode. Every time I reach for the bottle, I see Misaki frown slightly. I wonder if he’d argue with my doctor about it…he almost beat up Aikawa when he first met her.
She was trying to beat the rest of my novel out of me. Somehow, she doesn’t seem to understand that I need to be alive and conscious to write anything. Anyways, Misaki came home from the grocery store as she’s whacking me over the head with a magazine or something, and he full-out panicked. He ran over to her and grabbed me, putting his adorable little body between me and the “danger.” I’ve never seen her shocked speechless, but she just stood there, staring at him, until he told her that if she wanted to hurt me, she’d have to go through him. Now, she started laughing, which I think embarrassed him a little, but it was so cute I could’ve died. And it’s things like that which make me happy.
Akihiko drew a big “x” over his attempt to describe Misaki and shut his journal. He had done the same for enough, already. Sighing, the author stood up. When is he coming home. Hasn’t he been at the grocery store long enough? he mused. Why, oh why, didn’t I ever give him a cell phone? I’ll do that tomorrow.
Misaki grinned his delight as he hurried down the street back home. He had the perfect surprise for his landlord. He turned a corner and noticed someone following him at a distance. Frowning a little, he stopped walking…only to see the other person stop as well. Confused, the angel walked over to him.
“Hello. Can I help you?”
“Excuse me?”
“You were following me. Is there something I can do for you?” The boy shot him an award-winning smile.
“I just…I saw you…and thought you were really cute. I wanted to make sure you got home safely. Kids like you shouldn’t walk around alone, so much. You make good targets for predators.”
“…Oh. Well, thank you.”
“I’m Sumi Keiichi, by the way.”
“Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Sumi-san. My name’s Misaki.” The two fell into step as they headed back towards Akihiko’s apartment.
“Let me help you carry your bags.”
“Thank you!” Misaki handed him a few bags.
“This is a lot of stuff…is someone going to be baking?”
“I’m making a pie for my landlord.”
“For your landlord? He must be very lucky to have such an attentive boarder. Or are you apologizing for something?”
“Huh? No…I just really want to see him smile when he gets it.”
“Is that so? That’s really sweet of you.”
“Well, he’s very kind to me.”
“Who is your landlord?” Misaki hesitated. If he told him the situation – that he was living with Usagi-san – would it hurt the author’s reputation? After all, it might look like something wrong was taking place. And when I think that…I think of what we’re doing. B-but is what we’re doing wrong? It’s fine…right? He exhaled deeply.
“N-no one you know.” They got to the apartment building.
“Well, I’ll see you around, Misaki-kun!” The eighteen-year-old took back the groceries and headed upstairs.
“I’m home,” he called as he came in, already heading towards the kitchen. He got about halfway there before Akihiko got to him and attacked him with a massive hug. “Careful! You’re crush the eggs! Then I’ll have to go out and get more.” Akihiko reluctantly released him.
“Fine…just because I don’t want you to leave, again,” he grumbled. The boy chuckled and went to start putting things away.
“Did you get lonely without me?”
“Yes,” the author deadpanned. “And worried. What took you so long? And you got so much…are we expecting company?”
“No. Have you finished your work?”
“…I ran out of things to write…”
“Usagi-san! You have to get this done or Aikawa-sensei will yell at you!”
“Let her yell.”
“Usagi-san, go finish your work.”
“But-!”
“No, buts. Until you finish your work. I won’t even touch you.” Akihiko’s jaw dropped open. Then, huffing, he went up to his room to work. Misaki grinned. Finally, now I can start the surprise – I was really counting on him not having done his work…Rolling up his sleeves, he began to cook.
When Akihiko finally finished his work and came downstairs, he found it an entirely different setting than before. The lights were off, and candles were set out to provide light. The table was set with an elegant dinner of steamed vegetables, salmon, and wine for Akihiko – water for Misaki.
“M-Misaki…what’s this?” Akihiko murmured, looking around.
“Congratulations on finishing your work, Usagi-san,” Misaki replied, pulling out his chair for him. “That was the end of those revisions, right? Don’t you send it to the publisher tomorrow?”
“…Yes, I do, but…”
“Do you like it?” Akihiko smiled, chuckling.
“I love it, Misaki.” They sat down to eat. “So how has your day been?”
“Wonderful, thank you. I met this really nice man. Sumi Keiichi.” Immediately, the author had his guard up.
“What did he say? What did he look like? Did he touch you? How did you meet him?” Misaki’s soft laughter cut him off.
“Really, it was kind of weird at first – he was following me home. So I asked him why, and he said he wanted to make sure I got home safe, because I make a good target.”
“He’s right about that – you have to be careful when you go out.”
“Usagi-san…I’ll be fine. Anyways, so then he walked me here and even helped carry my bags. He was really friendly!”
“Maybe too friendly. Watch out for him, okay. And if he follows you, again, you should tell me or call the police.”
“Call the police? I can’t really do that Usagi-san. They’ll ask me for a name or ID…what am I supposed to tell them?”
“…Right, well tell me then, okay?”
“Okay, if anything dangerous happens, I’ll call you.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Good.” They lapsed into silence until the end of dinner. But before the older man could get up, his young boarder was hurrying to the kitchen and bringing out a cherry pie for dessert. “You really went all out, Misaki. Why?” Akihiko asked, smiling.
“I love seeing you smile, Usagi-san. Do I need a reason…to do nice things for you?” the angel asked innocently.
“No, no you don’t. I just…I was just surprised.”
“Well, that was what it was meant to be.” They chatted as they ate the pie, discussing whatever topic came to mind – the weather, plans for the future, favorite foods, Akihiko’s novels, flitting from subject to subject until dessert was finished. Just before Misaki could start to clean up, though, Akihiko grabbed his hand.
“Misaki…you know…all this…has really gotten me in the mood…” he purred, pulling the boy into his lap.
“U-Usagi-san…the table and…the dishes.”
“Let them wait. You see…I haven’t finished my dessert yet.”
“D-don’t talk like that.”
“Like what?”
“That!”
“I don’t understand what you mean, Misaki.” The author’s hand slowly made it to the front of his victim’s pants and began rubbing, drawing a gasp from the boy. “You’re so sweet, Misaki…making a dinner like this for me. I could just eat you whole…” He smirked and nuzzled the boy’s neck. “But I won’t do that. No, no, no, no…I’m going to savor you all…night…long.”
“Usagi-san…it’s embarrassing when you say things like that!”
“Embarrassing? How is it embarrassing? It’s only me and you here. There’s no need to be embarrassed.” Misaki pressed his fist to mouth, trying to suppress a moan as his lover’s cold fingers now slipped beneath his waistband.
“Usa-Usagi…san…” he whimpered softly, unconsciously wriggling a little against the bulge in the older man’s pants. Akihiko gasped lowly and hastily scooped the boy up, carrying him to his bedroom and laying him down. Within minutes, he had them both stripped of their clothing. He kissed Misaki’s neck and then proceeded to make a mess of the poor boy, just as he’d promised, all night long.
The next day, Misaki awoke to find he’d been washed off and tucked neatly into bed. He was lying on his stomach, his wings still out and resting on top of the blankets. A large, cool hand was stroking them gently.
“Good morning, Misaki,” Akihiko murmured.
“G-good morning…” the angel mumbled, flushing bright red.
“You know, you’ve only got yourself to blame for last night. You set the mood with that dinner and the candles and the pie and the wine and everything. You were full-out seducing me.” The author grinned when his little lover looked up at him, absolutely shocked.
“W-what? I was not!”
“Deny it all you want, but you definitely did. Maybe you didn’t mean to, but at least subconsciously, you were practically begging for me to take you, and later on…” Now Akihiko leaned down to press his lips to Misaki’s ear. “You did beg for it.”
“U-Usagi-san! Don’t say those kinds of things.”
“Oh, the way you moaned was just beautiful. And the way you constricted around me, pulling me deeper and deeper…stunning. And the way you arched and writhed beneath me...it was absolutely magnificent.”
“Usagi-san! Stop it!” By now, Misaki was such a deep shade of red, he would’ve made a tomato look pale. He buried his face in the pillow but Akihiko gently turned his chin and kissed him softly.
“I love you, Misaki. And I love that you’re mine.” The boy huffed, scrambled out of bed, and ran to get dressed, leaving a very smug lover behind him. Grumbling, he got dressed and went down to make breakfast. He sighed and rubbed his back. So sore…how many times did we do it last night? He wondered. I don’t think he went to sleep until three in the morning…I guess it’s a good thing I don’t actually need this sleep. It’s a nice luxury, though… “Misaki.” A voice startled him from his thoughts.
“Huh?”
“Let’s go out…after breakfast. Let’s just go to a park or something…”
“Sure.” Misaki smiled. He really is getting better. I’m so happy. But he’s still taking those pills…I know the doctor says they’re just a precaution, but…really…I don’t think he’ll need them, and they have all those side effects… They ate breakfast and left. Akihiko seemed eager to just get out of the house. Maybe it was because he’d been working for the past several days. Maybe he was getting restless? That would’ve been a big sign of improvement. Come to think of it, most days, he’s completely normal…like, not upset or depressed, Misaki noted with a grin. He grabbed Akihiko’s hand and squeezed it.
“You’re in a good mood.”
“I feel so much less sadness in you, than I did before. It makes me happy,” the angel confessed.
“You know…it’s because of you. You saved me, Misaki.”
“Th-that’s embarrassing.” Suddenly, someone caught the boy’s eye, and he did a double-take. He grinned. “Sumi-san!” he greeted the other man with a wave. Akihiko frowned slightly, his hand tightening around Misaki’s. Don’t smile at that other man. You’re mine.
“Misaki-kun! What are the chances of seeing you here?!” Keiichi cried, jogging over. Then, he looked up and met Akihko’s eyes. “You’re Usami Akihiko…” he commented.
“Yes.”
“My father knows you.”
“Sumi…ah the reporter. I remember him. Yes, he’s done a few interviews with me,” the author replied. “I want to thank you for seeing Misaki home safely, yesterday.”
“No problem. He really is a delightful young man.”
“Indeed…well, we’d best be on our way. Goodbye.” The Akihiko basically dragged Misaki away in his haste to be rid of the other man. Keiichi watched them go, then, with a smirk, he followed at a distance, only one thought in his head. Mine.
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