私の美咲- My Misaki

Chapter 22

I glanced at my watch and saw that it was 10:15. He was fifteen minutes behind. If it weren't for the fact that I needed to get information from him, I would have left fifteen minutes ago. I called my brother yesterday and he somehow managed to lure me to this Cafe today. He said that if I came he would tell me what I wanted to know. Therefore, I was wasting my time waiting for him.

Just as I was making up my mind to call him, he arrived.

"What took you so long, I have been waiting for fifteen minutes." I said, irritation evident in my voice.

"I had to take care of business." Was his simple reply, which only served to fuel my irritation.

"Fine, whatever. What did you and Misaki talk about when you met yesterday?" I asked cutting to the chase.

"Calm down brother, let me order first." He said with a slight smirk as he called the waitress over.

All I could think about was how much I wanted to punch him and wipe that smirk off his face, but I had to hold in my anger if I wanted information.

"Right, about yesterday I had a wonderful time with Misaki. He is such a lovely person, I wouldn't mind taking him once you tire of him." Haruhiko said tauntingly.

My blood started to boil in anger. Just the thought that he wanted to take Misaki away from me was enough for me to become enraged. However, I somehow managed to keep my cool and succeeded in not becoming a murderer.

"Misaki is mine, I will never tire of him. Now hurry up and tell me what you two talked about and if father has any part in this situation." I prodded.

"You know Akihiko, I never thought you would turn out to be homosexual. You were always popular with girls. So I can't help but wonder why you decided to swing for the other team." He said completely ignoring my questions.

"That's enough! I didn't come here just so you could insult me. I agreed to meet you because you said you would answer my questions, so answer them damn it." I finally burst out in anger.

Some of the people that were close to our table turned to look at us, but I ignored them all and glared at my brother instead. He seemed to have finally gotten the hint, and motioned his hand in surrender. He didn't like causing trouble out in public because he had a reputation to uphold as my father's heir. He also didn't want to risk loosing my father's favor.

"Fine, fine. You're right, Dad told me to talk to Misaki. He said to try and get Misaki to willingly choose me over you. At first I was against it, but after I met Misaki I didn't mind so much. In fact I can understand why you fell for him. He is a real rarity in the world in which we live." Haruhiko said.

"I'm only going to tell you this once, stay away from Misaki. He is MINE. Tell father to stay out of my life. You don't want to know what I am capable of, and the lengths I'm willing to go for Misaki." I warned as I got up to leave.

"Don't you want to know Misaki's response to me?" He questioned, successfully stopping me in my tracks.

"What?" I asked, although I knew that he was just trying to provoke me.

"Why don't you ask Misaki why he kept our meeting a secret from you. That might answer your question." He replied, and with a final taunting smirk in my direction he was gone.

I was left to pay the bill and with a thousand new questions swirling around in my head. His final words kept on echoing in my head. Why did Misaki keep their meeting a secret? I knew with a sinking feeling that I wouldn't like the event that were about to transpire. My premonition was proved correct when I received a text telling me that Misaki was currently at my father's house. The house that I used to call home at some point in my young life. All at one so many memories rushed back to me. The majority of them were unpleasant, but there were some that warmed my heart. I saw my mother's smile, and heard her laughter ringing around the house filling the silence with music. I recalled the smell that would fill the kitchen as I watched my mother cook dinner. I was immersed once more in the love my mother provided for me. Yet at the same time I was filled with the chill of the fear my father caused in me as young boy. I remembered the punishments I would have to suffer by the hand of my father. I remembered the feeling of loneliness and emptiness when my mother died. I was once again drowned by the tears that I had shed in that house. That house that was once my home, but is now foreign to me.

***End of Chapter***

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