Inspired by the song Shadow of the day by Linkin Park. I did this for one of those shuffle games and loved it. This one is probably more serious than my other stories. You have no clue how many times I wanted to write "then he got raped" or "Misaki was then jumped…" at the end of my paragraphs. *shakes head at self and mutters, "I'm soo messed up."*
Spoiler Alert! If you haven't read book 12, back off.
Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica or Linkin Park.
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The day itself was dark and depressing. A heavy black raincloud had long covered the sun. Misaki looked at the sky through the window beside the bed he never used. He'd lived with Usami Akihiko for three years. Three years wasn't that long, but he felt like it'd been forever since the day his brother had hugged him good-bye and left him with Usami. Who turned out to be a BL novelist who was majorly annoying.
"Misaki are you done yet?" Akihiko asked, poking his head into the room. It was empty expect for the bare mattress Misaki was sitting on.
"I'd like to a stay a couple more moments." He answered, "Is that okay?"
Akihiko smiled and sat beside him. For once he was acting perfectly serious.
"Misaki…"
"Akihiko," they both started at once. Akihiko shrugged, as if to say 'not important, go ahead.' And Misaki continued, "I… Nevermind." There was long silence before Akihiko finally cleared his throat.
"Were you about to admit that you'll miss me?" Akihiko asked.
"As if," Misaki replied, leaning back.
"I'm going to miss you," the older boy admitted.
Misaki didn't say anything. He watched the ceiling and tried to tell himself it didn't matter. He was holding back tears. But he couldn't let himself cry in front of Akihiko.
"You can call me anytime,"
"Yeah," Misaki said, sniffling a little. They both knew they weren't going to see each other. And it was too late for Misaki to tell his brother the truth.
A week ago Takahiro had called. He'd been all excited because the apartment across from his was empty. And since Misaki was done with school it wouldn't hurt him to leave on the other side of town. And it wasn't like Misaki could say no. Not without having to tell his brother everything.
"Come on, Misaki. It's no good to dwell on the past."
Sniffling again, Misaki nodded and followed Akihiko downstairs. He looked around the messy apartment for the last time. Suzuki-san smiled at him from the couch, his black eyes seemed to watch them leave.
They crammed a few suitcases into the back. Misaki didn't own very much, and the suitcases were mainly filled with junk he'd gotten from Usami. No matter what he told him, the novelist insisted on buying Misaki just about everything.
Even though it was annoying, Misaki felt he'd miss even that about him.
Misaki slid into the passenger seat beside Usami. The drive was unusually quiet. And unusually fast, as if the Fates wanted his torture to come swiftly.
They parked in front of the apartment complex. Akihiko muttered something about calling Takahiro but neither of them moved.
"Do you want help unpacking?"
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"Are you sure you're going to be okay alone?" Misaki asked. They'd spent the past hour unpacking, rearranging everything and eating a microwave dinner. They had run out of reasons for Akihiko to stay.
"I've lived alone for years, I'll be okay." Akihiko said, staring sadly at the door.
"Are sure? You could always stay here for a night…" Misaki tried, thinking quickly. There had to be more. Akihiko couldn't just vanish.
"Misaki, did you just invite me to spend the night with you?" he asked, smiling.
"No! Stop making everything seem weird, you pervert."
"Hey, I didn't say it." He said, looking at his watch. "I better go,"
Misaki watched Akihiko stand and start for the door. He caught him before he could leave and hugged him. He'd never admit it to Usami, but he really didn't want him to leave.
"Good-bye," Misaki said, eyes beginning to water again.
"Misaki… I'll see you around." He said, though he didn't push Misaki away.
Tears ran down his face as Misaki realized it really was the end. Things could never be the same after this.
"Just remember, no matter what happens. You still belong to me, okay? Just because things are different doesn't mean we can't still be together." Usami said, stepping away from him. Without another word he walked out, leaving Misaki to cry by himself.
Brushing away his tears, Misaki pulled the blinds away from his window. The sun had come out, releasing the world from the dark mood even as it set. It was just a little too late.
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I didn't know if anyone will like these. (And there will be a sequel.) And I'm not sure if it's going to have a happy ending. All well, if you like it review.