Time Warped [Junjou Romantica | Misaki/Usagi | PG]
Title: Time Warped
By: worblehat
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Misaki/Usagi
Rating: PG
Summary: Misaki goes back in time and meets a young version of Akihiko that he has to baby-sit.
Notes: Unbeta'd [feel free to point out errors - I only ran spellcheck on this one]. Lots of flustered!Misaki.
Word Count: 3,102
The back of his head hurt a lot. Misaki reached up, touching it gingerly and - was he bleeding?!
Oh, thank god, he thought as he pushed himself up and looked around, no blood visible. Though unfamiliar at first glance, it didn't take a long time to process where he was: not many places in Japan looked that grand and the trauma he'd experienced here before, with Haruhiko's attempted imprisonment, had certainly left the place etched sharply in his mind.
Usagi's going to be mad I ended up here again, he thought with some guilt. Even though it's not my fault this time! Somebody probably knocked me out and brought me here...
Wait. Why am I finding that comforting?! I should be more worried if I've been kidnapped?
But...if they kidnapped me...why'd they leave me on the lawn?
He stood, brushing potential grass stains from his jeans before walking towards the door. Right before ringing the bell, he paused; was it just him, or did the paint seem somehow...newer? And the wood panelings a little cleaner?
Misaki shrugged. I'm probably just imagining things. Being around the Usami clan usually results in weird things happening - it's not like I need to go looking for more things to happen!
Even so, he could feel himself shaking just a little as he pressed the doorbell. Even if Haruhiko answered, he'd still drive him back to Usagi without a second attempt at kidnapping.
...Probably, added Misaki, wary.
"Yes."
Misaki looked up. It was Sebastian! No...what was his name again? Oh, right.
"Hi, Tanaka-san," said Misaki, bowing. "I'm sorry to trouble you like this, but-"
"Is that the baby-sitter?" asked a voice from inside. The butler turned and Misaki had to stretch to catch a glimpse of the figure standing twenty feet away. He couldn't see much, but of what he did see, the figure was well-dressed, curvy and feminine. Her hair was somehow familiar, even though he was pretty sure he'd never seen her before in his life (though it was hard to tell, considering he still couldn't see her face, thanks to Tanaka's surprisingly broad shoulders).
"I'm not sure," answered Tanaka, turning back around to look at Misaki.
"We're going to be late if we don't leave soon," came a voice that Misaki recognised instantly: Fuyuhiko. He watched as Fuyuhiko leaned in, taking the woman's hand in his before leading her out.
"Ah!" cried Misaki, not sure how to get their attention. In the back of his mind, he wondered who this woman was: Usagi's mom? Haruhiko's? Another woman altogether?
"Oh, of course," said Fuyuhiko, turning back and looking at Misaki. He smiled as he walked over, extending one hand. "Thank you for agreeing to do this on such short notice."
"A-Agreeing to do what?" asked Misaki, unsettled.
"Akihiko is upstairs," said Fuyuhiko, ignoring his question. "Please feel free to help yourself to any food in the house. We'll be back in a few hours."
"But-!"
The next few seconds happened too quickly for Misaki to be able to do much other than groan. Fuyuhiko had left with a smile, pressing something into Misaki's palm - a toy bear. He looked at Tanaka, who had closed the door and was heading to the kitchen. Defeated, he climbed up the stairs to where he'd remembered Akihiko's room - the same place he'd been locked into against his will once, before barely escaping; injuring himself in the process.
He trudged onward, not stopping until he got to the door. "Usagi-san?" he asked, turning the knob and entering the room. "Come on, let's-"
The words died in his throat as a small, almost petite head turned around to look at him.
In that same moment, one word caught up with him that he hadn't understood earlier: baby-sitting.
"U...Usagi-san?" he asked uncertainly, his eyes wide.
"My name is Akihiko," said the younger boy, his tone polite.
Misaki froze.
This kid looked exactly the same as the pictures he'd somehow managed to find of Usagi in his younger years: the same serious stare, the soft hair, the piercing blue eyes. Even the hands with the polished nails were the same.
...Are they making Usagi clones now?! he thought hurriedly and - somewhat to his own dismay - possessively. I should have the only one! Not...Not because of anything homo, b-but because that's too much perversion to be let loose in the world!
Smiling weakly, he closed the door behind him, taking a seat on the bed. He wondered what to do. "So...are a lot of people named Akihiko in your family?"
"No, just me."
"...Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Great - now the Usagi-lookalike was staring at him curiously, as if Misaki was the crazy person here. He wasn't! He knew he wasn't.
Slowly, he looked around the room. The last time he'd been in here, he hadn't really given a good look around; this time, he studied it closer and frowned. In the far corner, he swore he could remember a faint-yet-visible scratch on the wall. It was gone now.
Maybe they painted? he thought, panic building in his stomach. A stupid, impossible and crazy - but most importantly, stupid - idea had just occurred to him.
"Akihiko...kun," he said, the name feeling incredibly foreign on his tongue.
"Yes?"
"Is there a calendar in this room?" he asked.
Akihiko slid off the desktop on which he'd been sitting and rummaged in one of the drawers, pulling out a small yet readable calendar and handing it dutifully to Misaki, whose face paled.
"Is...Is this right?" he asked.
"You're on the wrong month."
"Not the month!" said Misaki, flustered. He pointed to the big numbers on the front. "The year! Is it right?"
Akihiko nodded.
...Shit! That means this really is Usagi-san as a kid...
For reasons he couldn't figure out, Misaki blushed. "Akihiko" was looking at him with quiet interest - something that, to a local passerby would probably resemble a childlike innocence but which Misaki could only see as the beginnings of complete perversion.
Misaki put his hands on Akihiko's chest, nudging him away gently. "Space! A little space is good, right?"
"You haven't told me your name," said Akihiko.
"Huh?" Misaki blinked when one small hand covered his; he yanked it away. "I-It's Misaki."
"Misaki," repeated Akihiko, eyes focused dead-center. "Are you my baby-sitter?"
"Eh...well..." Misaki fidgeted. If he really had somehow gone back in time...didn't it mean someone else was supposed to baby-sit? Wasn't he breaking the rules? If he babysat Akihiko...would it mean he'd never be born?
A hand on his face made him jump.
"You space out a lot," said Akihiko gently.
"I'm not spaced out!" retorted Misaki, annoyed. He pushed the hand away. How was it that even at this age, Usagi could unsettle him so easily? "I just...have other things on my mind."
Akihiko smiled then, and Misaki could feel his annoyance drain away. When his- That is, when older Usagi did it, the smile seemed more smug than now, when Akihiko's mouth was parted just a little bit, head titled slightly in rapt attention.
"I like you, Misaki."
"W-W-What?!"
And then soft, sweet lips were pressing against his own - just once, quick, but somehow lingering even after their lips parted.
"Can I sit next to you?"
Misaki's fists bunched tightly. It's not bad enough he makes me do homo things... Now he turned me into a pedophile!
You'll pay for this, Usagi! I'll make sure of it!
Raged seethed through Misaki for a few minutes, until the sound of pen scratching against paper made him look down at the admittedly beautiful boy sitting next to him. I never told him he could, thought Misaki bitterly. It's just like Usagi-san to do whatever he wants.
"What are you writing?" asked Misaki, curious in spite of himself. As he looked over the smaller shoulder, he noticed a few familiar lines; This is from the book I took from here! I'm...I'm actually getting to watch as he's writing it! An unexpected thrill ran through him.
Akihiko closed the book, looking up at Misaki. "Reading over people's shoulders is rude," he said, his face free of any annoyance or anger; which, for some reason, pissed Misaki off even more.
"Excuse me for taking an interest!" he said, then pointed at Akihiko. "You were the one who sat next to me!"
Akihiko blinked at him in surprise; and then a smile - maybe the most adorable one Misaki had ever seen - passed across his features.
"Stop laughing," Misaki sulked.
Once he'd quieted down, he tugged on Misaki's sleeve. "Do you like reading, Misaki?"
"Not really," he answered truthfully. "But I really like Usagi-san's writing." ...When it's not perverted or involving me, he added silently; somehow, he couldn't bring himself to say that to Akihiko - to corrupt him or, worse, give him ideas. He wasn't going to be responsible for the BL novels! That was all Usagi.
"Usagi-san?" repeated Akihiko in earnest. "Who's he?"
"A complete bastard," said Misaki. Realising that he was still talking to a kid, he quickly apologised. "Usagi-san is...my...uh..."
"Boyfriend?" supplied Akihiko after more than a minute of strained silence.
"No! He's just...my...um, perverted landlord," said Misaki. "He writes a lot of books and I tried to burn some of them. But the other ones are really good." He looked down at Akihiko, his own face brightening. "He's really talented, Usagi-san. And he works hard." Even though he's consistently missing deadlines. "I have a lot of respect for him," added Misaki. It was truthful; maybe it wasn't all the time, but Usagi, as a non-BL author, was definitely someone to be admired. Even Misaki knew that.
"...Oh," said Akihiko softly. His cheeks were red and Misaki resisted the urge to reach over and touch them. Usagi had never blushed like that, and now he almost wished he knew how to make him because it really brought out his other features more, he realised. Instead, he rested his palm on Akihiko's head, ruffling the fine hair gently. Akihiko opened his notebook and began writing again.
Misaki didn't know how long he sat there, watching Akihiko scribbling beside him. It was peaceful, hearing the scratching sounds and watching the small legs kick out every once in a while as Akihiko seemed to be considering a phrase before settling on one and writing again. He'd never really watched Usagi hard at work before - he had his own office for that, and Misaki wasn't sure he wanted to watch Usagi in case he was writing a BL novel. But like this, it was comforting.
The sound of a car driving up filtered through the open window. "I think your parents are home," said Misaki softly. He felt a little sleepy now, his tolerance for sitting around doing nothing growing notably shorter. "Should we go down to meet them?"
Akihiko continued writing for a few moments before capping his pen and closing the book. He walked over to the desk, sticking both pen and pad inside before looking at Misaki. "Okay." He held out one hand.
Misaki took it, feeling a little embarrassed as they walked downstairs. He yelped when Fuyuhiko and the woman greeted them: a taller, dark-haired boy at their side that Misaki had no problem identifying.
"Thanks so much for looking after him," said Fuyuhiko kindly. "I hope he wasn't any trouble."
"Ah, no - no trouble at all," said Misaki with a nervous laugh, the kiss he'd almost forgotten about resurfacing in his mind.
"This is our other son, Haruhiko," continued Fuyuhiko, placing one hand on his shoulder.
"Ah..." said Misaki, moving to hold his hand out; Akihiko gripped it tightly, holding it steady between them. "...Us- I mean...Akihiko?"
Fuyuhiko laughed; Haruhiko stared at Misaki hungrily; Akihiko held tighter.
Misaki bowed. "Nice to meet you, Haruhiko," he said.
"I want him to babysit me," said Haruhiko not two seconds later, pointing at Misaki.
Fuyuhiko laughed. "You're a little too old to be babysat."
Haruhiko looked back at Misaki.
Is he sulking? No way...
Wait, this is Haruhiko. He probably is.
His body involuntarily took a step back. When he realised, Misaki began to apologise, but his concern was waved away by Fuyuhiko's words. "How much do we owe you?"
"Owe? Oh...oh, right. Ummm." Misaki rattled off a figure, hoping it wouldn't be too high; Fuyuhiko gave him twice the amount and thanked him before asking Tanaka to show him to the door. Misaki began walking, Akihiko's hand still holding his very firmly.
"It looks like he's attached to you!" said Fuyuhiko, reaching towards where their two hands joined; Akihiko's hand tightened once more, then went limp as he let go. "Say good night, Akihiko."
The blue eyes fixed on Fuyuhiko. "I'm walking him to the gate," he said, grabbing Misaki's wrist and leading him outside.
"Th-Thank you!" said Misaki over his shoulder, not missing the concerned frown on Fuyuhiko's face. Why does this feel like...what's that called? When things happen that hint at what happens later? Misaki couldn't remember; right now, his worries had grown.
He had gone back in time; Akihiko wasn't letting him go; what was supposed to happen next?
At the gate, Akihiko stopped. He turned to Misaki, looking up at him, eyes wide. "Will you come again?" he asked, voice strangely quiet.
"Well..." Misaki felt inexplicably guilty. "I don't think so." He was tempted to add: You see, I'm from the future - so I can't babysit you, unless I get stuck here. But if it makes you feel better, you'll turn into a complete pervert who tricks me into falling in love with him.
His cheeks felt hot; thinking about Usagi and the word "love" always did that, even if he felt less like passing out than he did when he'd first had the thought. It was easier thinking it in his head than saying it out loud, at any rate.
Akihiko didn't say anything; Misaki leaned over, resting his hand on the soft head. He gasped when Akihiko leaned up on tiptoe, kissing him on the lips once more - longer and a little more insistently. Misaki pulled away, bringing one hand to his lips.
"That's so you don't forget me," said Akihiko.
Bastard!
The smaller boy turned to go back up the pathway, stopping after a few steps to look at Misaki once more; he waved. "Bye, Misaki."
Despite himself, Misaki waved; a grin on his face as he muttered under his breath: "going to kill Usagi when I get home, who does he think he is, letting his younger self kiss me not once, but twice, with such a big age difference-"
He stopped. Well, the age difference between me and the older him is big, too, he argued, then wished he hadn't; because that meant he was as big of a pervert as the novelist.
Misaki turned around, fists clenched; he raised one, intent on hitting the nearest item possible - which turned out to be the gate. Just as fist connected with iron, Misaki was jolted, everything feeling suddenly fuzzy until he was falling forward, into something solid.
When he looked down, it was into concerned blue eyes. "Are you all right, Misaki?"
"Usagi-san?" he asked uncertainly, raising his hands to press against the pale cheeks. "Is it the real you?"
"...Did you hit your head?"
"No! Well...yes...I think...I don't know!" He started when Usagi's hands wrapped around his waist, one hand sliding down and squeezing the curve of his ass. "Stop doing that! Let me up!"
"I need to recharge," said Usagi defensively, giving another squeeze.
Misaki punched at his shoulder. "Let me go, pervert!"
"You have so much energy today..." Usagi murmured, leaning his head forward, kissing Misaki's neck gently.
"Who's fault is that?" Misaki growled.
"Mine, hopefully."
Misaki stopped struggling. "Shut up, baka Usagi."
Usagi laughed, making Misaki's frown deeper. He helped him up, taking a seat on the couch and planting Misaki into his lap. "So? What happened?"
"Huh?" Misaki looked at him. "Uhh..." If he said he went back in time, he was pretty sure that even Usagi would think he was weird; which was saying something, considering the weird things his family considered normal - his obsession with teddy bears being one such thing.
"I had a weird dream," is what he finally decided on saying.
"What was weird about it?" asked Usagi.
"It...it was of you."
"Oh~?" asked Usagi, kissing his cheek. "And how naked was I?"
"SHUT UP!" shouted Misaki. "I'M NOT THE ONE WHO HAS THOSE KINDS OF DREAMS!"
Usagi looked unconvinced.
"ANYWAY!" Misaki was flustered; and annoyed; and was really going to kill Usagi later, possibly in his sleep. "I dreamed that I met you when you were young."
Usagi remained silent.
"You were really cute when you were little," Misaki continued. "I watched you write and you looked..." The word "beautiful" came to mind again, but Misaki batted it away forcefully. "...Serious."
"So," - Usagi cupped his chin - "what you're saying is, you can't resist me, no matter what age?"
The tenderness of the touch caught Misaki off-guard and it took him several seconds to respond. "SHUT UP! I'M NEVER TELLING YOU ANYTHING AGAIN!"
Usagi smirked, making Misaki even more frazzled. One hand tugged down and suddenly Usagi was on top of him on the couch, hair hanging over his eyes, which were just visible beneath. Misaki glared at him until warm lips pressed to his - so much like the dream, yet surprisingly just a little softer.
"That makes me happy," murmured Usagi, his voice low; one hand finding Misaki's, threading their fingers together. "I want you to love me always."
"Usagi-san..."
"Because that's how long I plan to love you."
Misaki closed his eyes, circling his arms around Usagi's neck as their lips met again, soft and perfect.
Okay, he promised silently as cold hands held him close. I will.
By: worblehat
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Misaki/Usagi
Rating: PG
Summary: Misaki goes back in time and meets a young version of Akihiko that he has to baby-sit.
Notes: Unbeta'd [feel free to point out errors - I only ran spellcheck on this one]. Lots of flustered!Misaki.
Word Count: 3,102
The back of his head hurt a lot. Misaki reached up, touching it gingerly and - was he bleeding?!
Oh, thank god, he thought as he pushed himself up and looked around, no blood visible. Though unfamiliar at first glance, it didn't take a long time to process where he was: not many places in Japan looked that grand and the trauma he'd experienced here before, with Haruhiko's attempted imprisonment, had certainly left the place etched sharply in his mind.
Usagi's going to be mad I ended up here again, he thought with some guilt. Even though it's not my fault this time! Somebody probably knocked me out and brought me here...
Wait. Why am I finding that comforting?! I should be more worried if I've been kidnapped?
But...if they kidnapped me...why'd they leave me on the lawn?
He stood, brushing potential grass stains from his jeans before walking towards the door. Right before ringing the bell, he paused; was it just him, or did the paint seem somehow...newer? And the wood panelings a little cleaner?
Misaki shrugged. I'm probably just imagining things. Being around the Usami clan usually results in weird things happening - it's not like I need to go looking for more things to happen!
Even so, he could feel himself shaking just a little as he pressed the doorbell. Even if Haruhiko answered, he'd still drive him back to Usagi without a second attempt at kidnapping.
...Probably, added Misaki, wary.
"Yes."
Misaki looked up. It was Sebastian! No...what was his name again? Oh, right.
"Hi, Tanaka-san," said Misaki, bowing. "I'm sorry to trouble you like this, but-"
"Is that the baby-sitter?" asked a voice from inside. The butler turned and Misaki had to stretch to catch a glimpse of the figure standing twenty feet away. He couldn't see much, but of what he did see, the figure was well-dressed, curvy and feminine. Her hair was somehow familiar, even though he was pretty sure he'd never seen her before in his life (though it was hard to tell, considering he still couldn't see her face, thanks to Tanaka's surprisingly broad shoulders).
"I'm not sure," answered Tanaka, turning back around to look at Misaki.
"We're going to be late if we don't leave soon," came a voice that Misaki recognised instantly: Fuyuhiko. He watched as Fuyuhiko leaned in, taking the woman's hand in his before leading her out.
"Ah!" cried Misaki, not sure how to get their attention. In the back of his mind, he wondered who this woman was: Usagi's mom? Haruhiko's? Another woman altogether?
"Oh, of course," said Fuyuhiko, turning back and looking at Misaki. He smiled as he walked over, extending one hand. "Thank you for agreeing to do this on such short notice."
"A-Agreeing to do what?" asked Misaki, unsettled.
"Akihiko is upstairs," said Fuyuhiko, ignoring his question. "Please feel free to help yourself to any food in the house. We'll be back in a few hours."
"But-!"
The next few seconds happened too quickly for Misaki to be able to do much other than groan. Fuyuhiko had left with a smile, pressing something into Misaki's palm - a toy bear. He looked at Tanaka, who had closed the door and was heading to the kitchen. Defeated, he climbed up the stairs to where he'd remembered Akihiko's room - the same place he'd been locked into against his will once, before barely escaping; injuring himself in the process.
He trudged onward, not stopping until he got to the door. "Usagi-san?" he asked, turning the knob and entering the room. "Come on, let's-"
The words died in his throat as a small, almost petite head turned around to look at him.
In that same moment, one word caught up with him that he hadn't understood earlier: baby-sitting.
"U...Usagi-san?" he asked uncertainly, his eyes wide.
"My name is Akihiko," said the younger boy, his tone polite.
Misaki froze.
This kid looked exactly the same as the pictures he'd somehow managed to find of Usagi in his younger years: the same serious stare, the soft hair, the piercing blue eyes. Even the hands with the polished nails were the same.
...Are they making Usagi clones now?! he thought hurriedly and - somewhat to his own dismay - possessively. I should have the only one! Not...Not because of anything homo, b-but because that's too much perversion to be let loose in the world!
Smiling weakly, he closed the door behind him, taking a seat on the bed. He wondered what to do. "So...are a lot of people named Akihiko in your family?"
"No, just me."
"...Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Great - now the Usagi-lookalike was staring at him curiously, as if Misaki was the crazy person here. He wasn't! He knew he wasn't.
Slowly, he looked around the room. The last time he'd been in here, he hadn't really given a good look around; this time, he studied it closer and frowned. In the far corner, he swore he could remember a faint-yet-visible scratch on the wall. It was gone now.
Maybe they painted? he thought, panic building in his stomach. A stupid, impossible and crazy - but most importantly, stupid - idea had just occurred to him.
"Akihiko...kun," he said, the name feeling incredibly foreign on his tongue.
"Yes?"
"Is there a calendar in this room?" he asked.
Akihiko slid off the desktop on which he'd been sitting and rummaged in one of the drawers, pulling out a small yet readable calendar and handing it dutifully to Misaki, whose face paled.
"Is...Is this right?" he asked.
"You're on the wrong month."
"Not the month!" said Misaki, flustered. He pointed to the big numbers on the front. "The year! Is it right?"
Akihiko nodded.
...Shit! That means this really is Usagi-san as a kid...
For reasons he couldn't figure out, Misaki blushed. "Akihiko" was looking at him with quiet interest - something that, to a local passerby would probably resemble a childlike innocence but which Misaki could only see as the beginnings of complete perversion.
Misaki put his hands on Akihiko's chest, nudging him away gently. "Space! A little space is good, right?"
"You haven't told me your name," said Akihiko.
"Huh?" Misaki blinked when one small hand covered his; he yanked it away. "I-It's Misaki."
"Misaki," repeated Akihiko, eyes focused dead-center. "Are you my baby-sitter?"
"Eh...well..." Misaki fidgeted. If he really had somehow gone back in time...didn't it mean someone else was supposed to baby-sit? Wasn't he breaking the rules? If he babysat Akihiko...would it mean he'd never be born?
A hand on his face made him jump.
"You space out a lot," said Akihiko gently.
"I'm not spaced out!" retorted Misaki, annoyed. He pushed the hand away. How was it that even at this age, Usagi could unsettle him so easily? "I just...have other things on my mind."
Akihiko smiled then, and Misaki could feel his annoyance drain away. When his- That is, when older Usagi did it, the smile seemed more smug than now, when Akihiko's mouth was parted just a little bit, head titled slightly in rapt attention.
"I like you, Misaki."
"W-W-What?!"
And then soft, sweet lips were pressing against his own - just once, quick, but somehow lingering even after their lips parted.
"Can I sit next to you?"
Misaki's fists bunched tightly. It's not bad enough he makes me do homo things... Now he turned me into a pedophile!
You'll pay for this, Usagi! I'll make sure of it!
Raged seethed through Misaki for a few minutes, until the sound of pen scratching against paper made him look down at the admittedly beautiful boy sitting next to him. I never told him he could, thought Misaki bitterly. It's just like Usagi-san to do whatever he wants.
"What are you writing?" asked Misaki, curious in spite of himself. As he looked over the smaller shoulder, he noticed a few familiar lines; This is from the book I took from here! I'm...I'm actually getting to watch as he's writing it! An unexpected thrill ran through him.
Akihiko closed the book, looking up at Misaki. "Reading over people's shoulders is rude," he said, his face free of any annoyance or anger; which, for some reason, pissed Misaki off even more.
"Excuse me for taking an interest!" he said, then pointed at Akihiko. "You were the one who sat next to me!"
Akihiko blinked at him in surprise; and then a smile - maybe the most adorable one Misaki had ever seen - passed across his features.
"Stop laughing," Misaki sulked.
Once he'd quieted down, he tugged on Misaki's sleeve. "Do you like reading, Misaki?"
"Not really," he answered truthfully. "But I really like Usagi-san's writing." ...When it's not perverted or involving me, he added silently; somehow, he couldn't bring himself to say that to Akihiko - to corrupt him or, worse, give him ideas. He wasn't going to be responsible for the BL novels! That was all Usagi.
"Usagi-san?" repeated Akihiko in earnest. "Who's he?"
"A complete bastard," said Misaki. Realising that he was still talking to a kid, he quickly apologised. "Usagi-san is...my...uh..."
"Boyfriend?" supplied Akihiko after more than a minute of strained silence.
"No! He's just...my...um, perverted landlord," said Misaki. "He writes a lot of books and I tried to burn some of them. But the other ones are really good." He looked down at Akihiko, his own face brightening. "He's really talented, Usagi-san. And he works hard." Even though he's consistently missing deadlines. "I have a lot of respect for him," added Misaki. It was truthful; maybe it wasn't all the time, but Usagi, as a non-BL author, was definitely someone to be admired. Even Misaki knew that.
"...Oh," said Akihiko softly. His cheeks were red and Misaki resisted the urge to reach over and touch them. Usagi had never blushed like that, and now he almost wished he knew how to make him because it really brought out his other features more, he realised. Instead, he rested his palm on Akihiko's head, ruffling the fine hair gently. Akihiko opened his notebook and began writing again.
Misaki didn't know how long he sat there, watching Akihiko scribbling beside him. It was peaceful, hearing the scratching sounds and watching the small legs kick out every once in a while as Akihiko seemed to be considering a phrase before settling on one and writing again. He'd never really watched Usagi hard at work before - he had his own office for that, and Misaki wasn't sure he wanted to watch Usagi in case he was writing a BL novel. But like this, it was comforting.
The sound of a car driving up filtered through the open window. "I think your parents are home," said Misaki softly. He felt a little sleepy now, his tolerance for sitting around doing nothing growing notably shorter. "Should we go down to meet them?"
Akihiko continued writing for a few moments before capping his pen and closing the book. He walked over to the desk, sticking both pen and pad inside before looking at Misaki. "Okay." He held out one hand.
Misaki took it, feeling a little embarrassed as they walked downstairs. He yelped when Fuyuhiko and the woman greeted them: a taller, dark-haired boy at their side that Misaki had no problem identifying.
"Thanks so much for looking after him," said Fuyuhiko kindly. "I hope he wasn't any trouble."
"Ah, no - no trouble at all," said Misaki with a nervous laugh, the kiss he'd almost forgotten about resurfacing in his mind.
"This is our other son, Haruhiko," continued Fuyuhiko, placing one hand on his shoulder.
"Ah..." said Misaki, moving to hold his hand out; Akihiko gripped it tightly, holding it steady between them. "...Us- I mean...Akihiko?"
Fuyuhiko laughed; Haruhiko stared at Misaki hungrily; Akihiko held tighter.
Misaki bowed. "Nice to meet you, Haruhiko," he said.
"I want him to babysit me," said Haruhiko not two seconds later, pointing at Misaki.
Fuyuhiko laughed. "You're a little too old to be babysat."
Haruhiko looked back at Misaki.
Is he sulking? No way...
Wait, this is Haruhiko. He probably is.
His body involuntarily took a step back. When he realised, Misaki began to apologise, but his concern was waved away by Fuyuhiko's words. "How much do we owe you?"
"Owe? Oh...oh, right. Ummm." Misaki rattled off a figure, hoping it wouldn't be too high; Fuyuhiko gave him twice the amount and thanked him before asking Tanaka to show him to the door. Misaki began walking, Akihiko's hand still holding his very firmly.
"It looks like he's attached to you!" said Fuyuhiko, reaching towards where their two hands joined; Akihiko's hand tightened once more, then went limp as he let go. "Say good night, Akihiko."
The blue eyes fixed on Fuyuhiko. "I'm walking him to the gate," he said, grabbing Misaki's wrist and leading him outside.
"Th-Thank you!" said Misaki over his shoulder, not missing the concerned frown on Fuyuhiko's face. Why does this feel like...what's that called? When things happen that hint at what happens later? Misaki couldn't remember; right now, his worries had grown.
He had gone back in time; Akihiko wasn't letting him go; what was supposed to happen next?
At the gate, Akihiko stopped. He turned to Misaki, looking up at him, eyes wide. "Will you come again?" he asked, voice strangely quiet.
"Well..." Misaki felt inexplicably guilty. "I don't think so." He was tempted to add: You see, I'm from the future - so I can't babysit you, unless I get stuck here. But if it makes you feel better, you'll turn into a complete pervert who tricks me into falling in love with him.
His cheeks felt hot; thinking about Usagi and the word "love" always did that, even if he felt less like passing out than he did when he'd first had the thought. It was easier thinking it in his head than saying it out loud, at any rate.
Akihiko didn't say anything; Misaki leaned over, resting his hand on the soft head. He gasped when Akihiko leaned up on tiptoe, kissing him on the lips once more - longer and a little more insistently. Misaki pulled away, bringing one hand to his lips.
"That's so you don't forget me," said Akihiko.
Bastard!
The smaller boy turned to go back up the pathway, stopping after a few steps to look at Misaki once more; he waved. "Bye, Misaki."
Despite himself, Misaki waved; a grin on his face as he muttered under his breath: "going to kill Usagi when I get home, who does he think he is, letting his younger self kiss me not once, but twice, with such a big age difference-"
He stopped. Well, the age difference between me and the older him is big, too, he argued, then wished he hadn't; because that meant he was as big of a pervert as the novelist.
Misaki turned around, fists clenched; he raised one, intent on hitting the nearest item possible - which turned out to be the gate. Just as fist connected with iron, Misaki was jolted, everything feeling suddenly fuzzy until he was falling forward, into something solid.
When he looked down, it was into concerned blue eyes. "Are you all right, Misaki?"
"Usagi-san?" he asked uncertainly, raising his hands to press against the pale cheeks. "Is it the real you?"
"...Did you hit your head?"
"No! Well...yes...I think...I don't know!" He started when Usagi's hands wrapped around his waist, one hand sliding down and squeezing the curve of his ass. "Stop doing that! Let me up!"
"I need to recharge," said Usagi defensively, giving another squeeze.
Misaki punched at his shoulder. "Let me go, pervert!"
"You have so much energy today..." Usagi murmured, leaning his head forward, kissing Misaki's neck gently.
"Who's fault is that?" Misaki growled.
"Mine, hopefully."
Misaki stopped struggling. "Shut up, baka Usagi."
Usagi laughed, making Misaki's frown deeper. He helped him up, taking a seat on the couch and planting Misaki into his lap. "So? What happened?"
"Huh?" Misaki looked at him. "Uhh..." If he said he went back in time, he was pretty sure that even Usagi would think he was weird; which was saying something, considering the weird things his family considered normal - his obsession with teddy bears being one such thing.
"I had a weird dream," is what he finally decided on saying.
"What was weird about it?" asked Usagi.
"It...it was of you."
"Oh~?" asked Usagi, kissing his cheek. "And how naked was I?"
"SHUT UP!" shouted Misaki. "I'M NOT THE ONE WHO HAS THOSE KINDS OF DREAMS!"
Usagi looked unconvinced.
"ANYWAY!" Misaki was flustered; and annoyed; and was really going to kill Usagi later, possibly in his sleep. "I dreamed that I met you when you were young."
Usagi remained silent.
"You were really cute when you were little," Misaki continued. "I watched you write and you looked..." The word "beautiful" came to mind again, but Misaki batted it away forcefully. "...Serious."
"So," - Usagi cupped his chin - "what you're saying is, you can't resist me, no matter what age?"
The tenderness of the touch caught Misaki off-guard and it took him several seconds to respond. "SHUT UP! I'M NEVER TELLING YOU ANYTHING AGAIN!"
Usagi smirked, making Misaki even more frazzled. One hand tugged down and suddenly Usagi was on top of him on the couch, hair hanging over his eyes, which were just visible beneath. Misaki glared at him until warm lips pressed to his - so much like the dream, yet surprisingly just a little softer.
"That makes me happy," murmured Usagi, his voice low; one hand finding Misaki's, threading their fingers together. "I want you to love me always."
"Usagi-san..."
"Because that's how long I plan to love you."
Misaki closed his eyes, circling his arms around Usagi's neck as their lips met again, soft and perfect.
Okay, he promised silently as cold hands held him close. I will.