Chapter 1: Secrets
A/N: I am uploading Cry Out again without editing it much, so the first four chapters will be different from my current style)
Ok, this is my first Junjo Romantica story, so if it doesn't measure up, then I will try my best to improve with it.
I do NOT own Junjo Romantica or any of it's characters.
Hiroki Kamijo wasn't a stupid man. No, he was actually quite intelligent.
That's why he couldn't tell Nowaki.
"I'm sorry…"
The brunette shivered, wrapping his coat tighter about himself as he exited the penthouse, not realizing that the rest of the building was so cold.
He looked down at his watch, his breath fogging its glass surface.
It had been a present from Nowaki, he realized, and guilt clouded his mind as he hurried his pace towards the elevator down the hallway.
He stood silently in the elevator, eyes trained on the rapidly decreasing numbers above the door.
Upon reaching the outside, his chocolate eyes darted around the street, almost certain that Nowaki would be standing on the other side of the road, icy blue eyes clouded with the same un-readable emotions that had filled them for the last few days.
Hiroki shook his head before pulling out his cell phone to check his messages, as he began his long walk to the hospital.
He wasn't surprised o see he had 3 missed calls and 6 missed messages.
All of them were from Nowaki. He opened the latest message, eyes scanning the words.
From: Nowaki
Date: 11/27, 7:34 pm.
Subject: Sorry
Hiro-san,
Obviously your busy, but I wanted to let you know that I'm working late tonight, so go home without me.
Love,
Nowaki
Hiroki smiled at the last part, but then that familiar wave of guilt washed over him. He hit the reply button, and typed out a quick:
Whatever. See you when you get home.
Hiroki.
The cinnamon haired man was about to close his phone when he caught sight of the background.
It was a picture of himself and Nowaki that the other man had taken a few weeks ago.
The black haired giant had one arm wrapped around Hiroki while his other hand was holding the phone. Hiroki had a look of sullen resign on his face as he glared at the phone, a deep blush coloring his features. The brunette smiled slightly before closing the phone, eyes stinging slightly. He sighed and turned around, making his ways home.
He passed the restaurant that he and Nowaki ate dinner at regularly, and a twinge in his chest caused him to quicken his pace.
His feet practically led themselves back to the apartment he and Nowaki shared. It was shocking that he had managed to get home due to the fact he had been passing almost every place that he and Nowaki had every visited together.
Once he arrived home, he noticed that the house phone's 'missed call' light was flashing. He didn't even bother to remove his shoes or coat as he walked towards the phone. He picked it up and punched in the code for the voicemail, and was greeted with Nowaki's gentle voice.
"Hello, Hiro-san. I was hoping that you would be home, but apparently your not. I will try to call your cell phone again. I love you."
The man felt a tear threaten to slide down his cheek, but he brushed the feeling away.
He knew what he was doing was wrong, that it was a betrayal of his lovers trust…but then why couldn't he stop?
Nowaki Kusama knew something was going on with his Hiro-san the moment he walked through the door. Whether it be something to do with work, or something with his parent's, he always could detect when something was wrong. That's why, when Hiroki had arrived home a few days ago, Nowaki knew that Hiroki was hiding something.
Something big. Something that he didn't want Nowaki to know.
Nowaki knew better than to pry, but that night, when he had tried to get Hiroki to tell him what the problem was, he had gotten a book to the face and Hiroki snarling at him to,
"Fuck off and mind his own business."
Nowaki had been shocked to say the least, but even more appalled when Hiroki had taken up residence on the couch for the had been gone early the next morning, leaving an ever so familiar note on the bathroom counter
'Went out. Will be back. Hiroki.'
It had seemed like a cruel joke to the blue eyed man, but he knew that Hiroki was up to something. And it wasn't good.
Nowaki sighed and flipped his phone closed. He had tried calling every possible place he could think of in order to get a hold of Hiroki. The University, they're house, Hiroki's cell phone and even the bastard Hiro-san worked with, Miyagi.
All of which came up negative.
Miyagi had told Nowaki that Hiroki had left the office around 4:30 that evening, and that he kept mumbling about how he was late for something. That was about all the information he could get regarding Hiroki's whereabouts.
The black haired doctor was just about to place his phone in his pocket when it was pulled from his hands.
"Oi! What's wrong Nowaki-kun?"
Nowaki spun around to see Tsumori-Senpai.
"Ahh, Senpai…sorry, I've been trying to get a hold of Hiro-san all day."
The other man's smiled changed immediately into a look of concern.
"Do you think the crab is okay?"
Nowaki gave the man a small glare before replying.
"No, I don't think so… He's just been acting strangely lately…"
The other doctor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Nowaki gave the man a soft smile/ It wans't like Tsumori to worry about this sort of thing, so, part of him was grateful for the man's concern
"Nowaki-kun…have you ever considered the fact that that crab may be, you know, cheating on you?…Not that he could find anyone to cheat on you with…"
Nowaki froze.
What?
"Oi! Nowaki-kun! EARTH TO NOWAKI!"
Nowaki shook his head and smiled at the doctor.
"No, Hiro-san would never do that."
But, behind his smile, Nowaki was doubting his own words.
Oh no, Poor Nowaki! What is Hiro-san doing?
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