Authors Note: This is a one-shot of how I think Nowaki's past might have been like, do keep in mind that I've only watched the anime and read the first few chapters of the manga, so I don't know if Nowaki's past was ever revealed.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, this is my first Junjou Romantica fic, so please be polite, though critiques are welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica

Unwanted

I guess it was always like this, being alone I mean. I was one of the oldest orphans in my orphanage, it seemed like nobody wanted to adopt me. I didn't really mind… much. I would read to the younger kids and help out when needed, but I had reached the age of fourteen and was still at the orphanage. I would see the younger kids come and go, but I was always there, waiting, for someone to want me, for someone to notice me, but I hadn't thought that was going to happen, I was there since I was a baby. I guess no one wanted me because I was a little bigger than most kids my age, and there was always another kid who was cuter than me. I tried though, I was always polite when being interviewed, but it never seemed to work, I guess I didn't have enough charm.

I went to school and tried my best to get good grades, and I did, but I wasn't the most popular person and I didn't really have any friends… Suzuki Chinori was the only person who really talked to me, but she was always nice to everyone, so I didn't think we were 'friends'.

I remember a lot of the interviews I had, but there was one I had really wanted to get adopted by.

It was a young couple who couldn't have their own, the man was so tall and the woman had a kind smile. The interview had started off as it always did and I tried my best to be interesting and polite.

"Hello there, what's your name sweetie?" I remember her asking me with a smile that reached her soft brown eyes, eyes that I always imagined my real mother would have.

I had returned her smile and replied, "Hello, my name is Nowaki."

"What a pretty name, I'm Hitomi Ryuichi, and this is Takumi Ryuichi, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you, it's nice to meet you too."

"How old are you?"

"I'm fourteen, Hitomi-San."

I still remember Takumi-San's deep voice, such a contrast to Hitomi-San's, which was light, kind of like little bells.

"Are you into any sports?" He had asked me, and I thought of the possibility of playing football outside with him until Hitomi-San called us in for dinner, how we would smile at each other and race back to the house as Hitomi-San laughed.

I remember telling Hitomi-San and Takumi-San that I didn't really have many friends and their sympathetic smiles, how I told them I got mostly A's and they smiled proudly and told me that was great.

But I also remember a week later when the headmaster told me that they were moving away for work and couldn't take a child with them. I had told her I was ok, but had gone back to my room and laid in my bed with the pillow over my head, all thoughts of being part of a family crushed.

The whole cycle kept repeating itself over and over again, only with different reasons. They want someone younger, they have to move away, they decided against adopting.

Whatever the reason, I didn't get adopted at all, I only reached the age where I could get a job and live on my own, and that's exactly what I did.

Even to this day I think of how different my life would have been if I had gotten adopted, I think it would have been far less lonely and much brighter.

But I guess I'll always be an unwanted child.

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