To readers reading this story: If you do find any similarities to another story after reading this, I would suppose it's 'In This Life' by Darkestforever. But our plots are rather different, so I guess it's not a rip-off. We've cleared things up (is this the right way to put it?) and if you've got any dissatisfaction, please PM me. Do not leave nasty, anonymous reviews like the one I have in my review page right now. : It's upsetting for any author to read a review like that. Do do the same for 'In This Life' by Darkestforever. - 07.11.0210

Chapter 1: …Even Across Time

"Hiro-san, we've got everything we need." Nowaki smiled at the smaller man beside him. "Right. But are you sure you're going to be able to make dinner and not skip out on me again?" Hiroki asked with a serious face.

The couple walked down the street as usual, and everything was the way it was supposed to be. Nobody could foresee what they had coming their way.

Both of them were heading for the traffic light when Nowaki suddenly popped a question. "Hiro-san, what do you want for our anniversary?" Hiroki choked on his saliva. "A-Anniversary? W-When the hell is that? We are not m-married, so what the hell are you thinking?"

"It's the day when we first met each other… Remember?" Nowaki could not help but treat that day as special. It was the day where everything began.

"B-Baka! Who'd remember? I'm busy enough with work as it is!" Hiroki lied through his teeth. Translation: "My dear Nowaki, of course I remember! It's an important day!" But Nowaki could only smile.

Honk! Hoooonnnnk!

A distant honking could be heard when Nowaki and Hiroki was crossing the road.

Both of them didn't hear it. They were in their own conversation, too absorbed too hear anything other then each other. Until it was too late.

But Nowaki saw it. He saw it coming straight for them. All he could think of was to push Hiroki out of the way. And all he saw was a big, black blur image right in front of him. Something that looks familiar to a monstrous truck.

Hiroki knelt on the concrete made of tar. He stood up and turned around. "Nowaki, why the hell did you-"

"Someone's hit!" Hiroki heard a lady shriek.

No way.

"Call the ambulance!"

This can't be happening.

Hiroki stared Nowaki, lying on the ground where they had been walking just before. His eyes widened at the sight- blood was gushing out from nowhere; the pool of blood threatened to drown Nowaki, and no one could tell where the blood was oozing out from. A crowd had started to gather.

The truck had swerved and hit into a lamp post, but Hiroki couldn't be bothered about that. He continued to stare at the bloody mess before him.

Nowaki…Nowaki…

"NOWAKI!" Hiroki cried in agony as he ran forward, pushing his way through the gathered crowd.

"Nowaki, talk to me!"

C'mon!

"H-Hiro-san…" Nowaki muttered breathlessly as he lifted his trembling hand that felt five times heavier than normal.

God, he's alive…

Hiroki caught hold of Nowaki's hand loosely and rested his cheek on it.

"Nowaki, don't you dare close your eyes now! And open your damn mouth and speak louder! I can't hear you!" The tears that stung his eyes before threatened to fall.

"H-Hiro-san," Nowaki began again. "W-Wait for me… …."

Nowaki's eyelids seemed to be heavier each second, and he was clearly closing them slowly, yet without warning. Nowaki's hand slowly slipped put of Hiroki's loose grasp, leaving trails of blood along his face. Hiroki took hold of the hand that was almost out of his reach again and all he could think of was ways to wake Nowaki up.

"Nowaki! Wake the hell up! What do you mean wait?" Hiroki started to shout in between sobs. "C'mon! Damn it! Why the hell did you push me out of the way?"

W-Wait for me…

"Nobody wants you to play hero, so get your bloody eyes open!"

I love you…

"Damn it, NOWAKI!"

The crowd was silent now, witnessing the whole scene, and heard everything. Some even could not even bear to look at Nowaki and Hiroki; not because of the blood, but because of the death that was pulling them apart. A tear was seen rolling down the shadow overhanging at his forehead.

The ambulance came, Nowaki was on the stretcher, Hiroki went with the ambulance, and Nowaki was in the emergency operation room. Everything happened so fast, Hiroki could not even remember when he was sitting outside the operation room, praying, hopping Nowaki could be safe.

-4 HOURS LATER-

Hiroki was starring at the sign when the light went off, and the surgeon came out of the room. He was standing outside the door before he knew it, and the doctor was shaking his head.

"The lad lost a lot of blood, the operation was a success though. The man was lucky he's even breathing now. But…"

Hiroki was with Nowaki in the white room, with four walls facing them. Nowaki was lying on the bed which actually seemed small, for a man of his height. His hands were pricked with tubes that Hiroki was unfamiliar with, since he had never been in a hospital before. And an oxygen mask was wound around his head with an elastic string. The wounds were clean, and his injuries did not seem as bad as before he came to the hospital. He looked pale on the lips, but seemed healthy otherwise. But…

If he makes it through tonight, he'd be out of critical condition. But his chances of waking up are only 10%. Meaning that there is a 90% chance that he will become a vegetable…

Hiroki rested his elbows on the side of the bed, crossing his fingers together, and laid his forehead. He knitted his brows and went deep into thought. "Nowaki…" he muttered without noticing himself.

"No…wa…n…Nowaki…"

"H-Hiro-san?" Nowaki managed to mutter. He felt useless. He couldn't move. His eyes were not opening. His body was not his to command. His head felt ready to spilt into half. All he remembered was the incoming truck; he pushed Hiroki away, blood all over his body. He muttered something to Hiroki. Then blackout.

Nowaki tried to open his eyes again. He managed to open them half-way, but a blinding light forced them shut again.

"Nowaki…"

This time he heard it clearly. It's definitely Hiro-san! Nowaki mustered all his strength and stood up. He felt his body become lighter as he began to move towards… nowhere. Where was he? What happened to the light?

"Hiro-san!" Nowaki called out, trying to get a response from the darkness that threatened to engulf him.

"Nowaki…Nowaki…"

Nowaki saw it. The small light that flickered at the far end of… nowhere. He walked towards it, briskly but careful. He then slowly reached out his hand and touched it. Everything began to spin around him. He heard voices.

"I didn't hear anything about it!"

Hiro-san's voice.

"I am Kusama Nowaki, and you?"

Me?

"A blindfold is all you need…"

Hiro-san? Blindfold?

Then before he knew it he was standing on solid ground. Why? Nowaki stared at the road across him. He was back at the place the accident took place! How? He had no idea. And he saw Hiro-san. Nowaki could only stare across the street, eye-wide.

Hiroki was holding his hand. He was pulling him across the street. He was talking to him.

Except that it wasn't him or anything near Nowaki. He had a head of sliver hair and eyes with violet orbs.

"Hiro…san..?"

Nowaki recognized him.

Usami Akihiko.

"Yes, yes! Coming! Geez…" Miyagi sighed. "Kamijou sensei isn't in right now, so please leave a message and I will pass it to him!" Miyagi said, monotone, before the caller could say anything.

"It's me"

"Ah, why are you calling your own desk number, Kamijou sensei?" Miyagi perked up immediately.

"I'm taking a day off today. Or maybe tomorrow too. Alright give me three days' leave. And pass me my work at the hospital. The hospital nearest to Mitsuhashi. Go figure."

"Hospital? Are you alright?" Miyagi was truly worried now. "Which room are you in?"

"Room 05-30. Thanks, Miyagi."

"Yep~ No problem! Anything for my sweet honey!" Miyagi hung up.

Miyagi? God, what the hell happened? Kamijou took leave and called me Mi-ya-gi! Without the kyojiu. Something's gone horribly wrong... Really wrong.

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica.

Note: Oh my god. When I was typing this, I don't know to laugh or to cry. This is supposed to be sad, but it doesn't seem to! It's anything but sad!

It's my first time with this kind of sad story, so I practically sucked. But do R & R, and I am doing my best. Give me suggestions? Thank you so much!