Misaki's POV

I feel something weighing on my chest pulling me out of my thoughts, as I feel the hot tears building up in my eyes. I see the silvery locks of the author on my chest leaning on me; I start to stroke his hair attempting to distract myself from the blood. I close my eyes hoping that this is just a cruel nightmare to open them and be in bed snuggling up to him… 'If only I talked to him, instead of yelling at him…' I think as I feel Usagi moving, I open my eyes to see the disheveled form of my lover… no ex-lover. I see the pain behind his beautiful violet eyes, the black bags under his eyes and a grim expression. He lowers his head again pushing himself away, I watch as he attempts to stand on shaky legs. "Wait, Usami-san you're going to hurt yours—" I was cut off by the sound of him falling to his knees on the hardwood floor, "Usami!" I cry out.

"Usami are you okay?" I ask him, but he doesn't answer, 'Please talk to me Usagi-san, I love you still why can't you see this.' "Usami" I say in a more desperate voice, still staring at the author, "Usami" I plead in a softer voice, "Usami, please talk to me. I lo—" I say in a shaky voice slightly catching his attention to then be turned away again. "I love you…" I whisper to myself, but I think he heard me… maybe. I see him start moving again, through teary eyes. I hear him murmur something in a soft voice not understanding it. The silver-haired man stands up again still on shaky legs, but he's steadier. I watch with teary eyes as he stumbles over to the stairs making his way up, as he reaches the top he murmurs something again. Then says it more clearly, "I know…" I would not have missed that for the world, to finally hear him talking to me. He walks into his room shutting his door softly; I still feel the tears trailing down my face not knowing when they had started.

I muffle a cry as I look at the blood on the floor and the broken dishes, seeing the bottles of alcohol and the damage he had done. I start to gather my strength again as I sit up hoping that Usagi was okay. I start to clear up the glass, cutting myself once or twice. I quickly wipe up the blood not wanting to see my Usagi bleed like that ever again, no one would want to see the person they love the most like that… ever. I feel dirty and icky after seeing the blood and clearing it up so I decide to take a shower. I walk up towards my room grabbing a towel and some clothes making sure not to forget anything, again. As I open the door to the bathroom I hear the water running, I open the door to see a thick curtain of steam covering the room. 'Usagi!' I hope silently…

1 month earlier…

"Baka, I just cleaned you office yesterday!" I yell at him before realizing that I probably just woke him up, my eyes widen in fear as I realize. He grumbles something about not respecting his elders; he slowly sits up with his head in his hands leaving Suzuki on the ground. "Sorry, for waking you Lord Usagi. Yo—you can go back to sle—" I get cut off by Usagi lunging at me and knocking me onto the ground stealing my lips for a passionate kiss, I still don't know how he managed to magically pin my hands under my back though. "Usagi-san," I whine as he slides his cold fingers under my shirt sliding up my chest, he starts playing with my already hard nipples, I gasp at the sudden sensation. He cuts my moans and gasps short as he steals my lips for another kiss as I wriggle and squirm under his broad form. I feel my cheeks blush a deep reed colour as he starts to nibble on my ears and down my neck as he starts pinching and teasing my hard nubs. I moan harder and start to squirm more as he nibbles on my neck leaving wet patches of saliva on my exposed skin. I try and stifle my moans and other guttural noises escaping my lips. Usagi chuckles as he realizes what I'm doing, "You're so cute Misaki, especially when you try and deny the good feeling of my hands." He whispers in his husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. He straddles me rubbing our crotches together, we both grunt and moan at the friction.

He starts to grind on my crotch, while he slides my shirt over my head. I whine at the lack of pleasure I was enjoying, not that I would admit that though