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Source Material:

"Junjou Romantica"

Written by: Shungiku Nakamura

Published by: Kadokawa Shoten in Tokyo Japan

Chapter 1

Kamijou Hiroki sat on a park bench contemplating the choices he'd made that brought him there. Despite the autumn chill the sun shone brightly, contrasting with the man's sombre countenance. He turned his face into the sun, the light turning the inside of his eyelids red, he felt the heat on his skin but the warmth could not penetrate the frigid emptiness at his core.

Takahiro.

The name echoed in his mind; the pain of it like an atomic bomb, annihilating his hopes in the fallout. He had known. He had known that it wouldn't change anything. Blinded by hope he had gone forth, with seemingly good intentions and seduced his best friend.

Hiroki had been in love with Akihiko since they were boys. It had all started when he'd come across Akihiko in his special place. He had seen him at school, but he had never spoken to the reserved boy who always had is nose in his notebooks. He hadn't even noticed that they were practically neighbours; Hiroki had always been busy with judo, piano, swimming, calligraphy or one of his many other extra-curricular activities.

That day, when he had encountered Akihiko in his secluded clearing, Hiroki had learned several things about the boy who kept everyone around him at arm's length.

Akihiko had been unaware that Hiroki had come upon his clearing, and the small Kamijou remained silent as stood unnoticed amongst the bushes. Even if Hiroki had wanted to, the boy couldn't have made a move because he was frozen in shock. The boy in front of him was removing his clothing.

What the…? What does he think he's doing!?

As the last of Akihiko's clothes fell to the ground he assumed a position on all fours. Hiroki watched transfixed as the boy before him transformed. His ash blond hair shortened and what could only be described as fur, the same colour as his silver locks, sprouted all over the boy's body. His face elongated and his ears migrated towards the top of his morphing head. His legs shortened and his feet and hands contorted into paws. Lastly appeared a tail at the base of the boy's spine. The whole process had taken less than five seconds, and where the boy Akihiko had crouched, a small silver wolf there stood.

Hiroki had remained unmoving, jaw agape, staring at the lupine form before him. He had blinked several times, trying to clear away the images of what he had just seen, trying to reconcile them with the reality he had thought he knew. The wolf Akihiko had stretched out his front legs and let out a yawn, revealing two rows of sharp canine teeth in his wide maw. Hiroki had unconsciously let out a gasp, stepped back and snapped a twig under his foot. Akihiko had whipped his head around and met terrified and confused brown eyes with his own shocked violet ones.

They had both stood there for what seemed like an interminable amount of time, when finally Hiroki had judged that the wolf was not going to lunge at him and tear out his throat, and taken a step forward. The wolf had shrunk in on itself as if Hiroki was the scary one. Hesitantly Hiroki had knelt down at the edge of the clearing and addressed the wolf crouched in front of him.

"Usami?" He had asked, still unsure of what he had seen and whether or not the creature before him could understand, let alone respond. He had held his breath and waited to see if the wolf would respond.

After several seconds the silver blond head had bobbed in what Hiroki could only interpret as a nod. He had stared at the wolf for several seconds more and swallowed thickly preparing to ask his next question.

"Y-you're a werewolf? This is a dream right? Werewolves aren't real! T-there aren't even any real wolves left in Japan!"

Unsure of which part of Hiroki's mini-tirade to address, Akihiko had pawed and nipped at his discarded clothing and had let out a small whine, wordlessly asking Hiroki to turn around so he could transform back and don his clothes. He had hoped Hiroki would understand. Evidently he had, because after several seconds of contemplating the wolf's actions comprehension had flashed in his eyes and he had turned his back. Perhaps it had not been the smartest move, to turn his back on a predator, but Akihiko had given Hiroki no indication that he meant him harm.

"Kamijou?" Akihiko had addressed the boy cautiously, and Hiroki had slowly turned to face Akihiko again to find the boy putting his school jacket over his button up shirt. After swallowing around the lump in his throat Akihiko had answered Hiroki's earlier questions. "Y-yes. I am a werewolf. No you're not dreaming. P-please, don't t-tell anyone."

It had been after his last stuttered sentence that Hiroki had realized how terrified the boy in front of him was. He contemplated what he had seen and the boy's words as he had tried to make sense of the reality he had been faced with. Had the adult Kamijou been presented with the same dilemma he might have fought harder to maintain the reality of the world he had known. Having been only ten years old at the time, Hiroki's receptive childhood mind had accepted the fact the werewolves existed with relative ease.

Hiroki had promised not to tell anyone Akihiko's secret, and the boys had spent next twelve years as inseparable friends. Hiroki had learned about Akihiko's werewolf nature and his love and talent for writing. With Hiroki's encouragement Akihiko had published several books and was well on his way to becoming a highly esteemed author. Somewhere along the way Hiroki had developed strong feelings for his best friend, which is why when Akihiko had been suffering a particularly nasty heat, he had offered to provide him with relief.

Sitting on his park bench Hiroki rested his elbows on his knee putting his face in his hands and let out a frustrated groan. If there was one thing about his friendship with Akihiko that was imperfect it would be the author's insistence that Takahashi Takahiro was his mate. When Hiroki had asked Akihiko about mates, he found that it was an extremely rare bond formed between a werewolf and another person. Akihiko had explained that most werewolves don't even believe in mate bonds, and when asked how he knew Takahiro was his mate Akihiko had explained that he could smell it on him.

Takahiro had been the bane of Hiroki's existence since they had met him in high school. The man was oblivious to everything, he didn't even know Akihiko was gay, let alone that he was in love with him. Hiroki knew everything there was to know about Akihiko, including being the only keeper of Akihiko's wolfie secret. Hiroki wondered why Akihiko couldn't just love him, it made so much sense!

Hiroki had hoped that by sleeping together Akihiko could form a mate bond with him, and forsake Takahiro. Taking advantage of Akihiko's heat addled mind he enticed him into the bedroom. It had felt so right to Hiroki, but when Akihiko called out not his name, but Takahiro's, his short lived euphoria came crashing down and shattered like glass dropped from a ten story building. He had dressed quickly afterwards and fled, coming to rest in the park where he now sat.

Lost in the painful memories of his recent past, Hiroki felt the beginnings of tears sting his eyes. He hated to show his emotions, but wasn't sure if he could stop the flow of his sorrow even in a public place full of strangers. He was contemplating the fastest escape route when he was momentarily shocked from his reveries by a bottle rocket forcefully impacting the ground at his feet.

"Look out!" someone shouted as the rocket landed. It's a bit late for 'look out'. Hiroki grumbled in his head. When he looked up to see who had shouted – intending to give him a piece of his mind about launching projectiles in a crowed park – his eyes met a broad chest where he had assumed the man's eyes would be located. He looked up further into the blue eyes of the exceptionally tall man before him. The stranger's eyes widened marginally as he took in the tears at the corners of Hiroki's eyes. Remembering the state he was currently in, Hiroki rubbed his eyes furiously to get rid of the evidence of his lapse in emotional control.

The man picked up his rocket, then turning his attention back to Hiroki he took the smaller man's hand and pulled him to his feet, leading him in the direction he had come from.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kusama Nowaki." He didn't wait for Hiroki to introduce himself nor did he seem to hear Hiroki's protests at being dragged behind the large man like teddy bear being carried around by a toddler (or a misanthropic author).

When the man came to a stop on the other side of a small group of trees, Hiroki found himself in what appeared to be a rocket launching picnic for middle aged men. Once introductions were made he found that that was exactly what it was. When offered business cards, Hiroki assumed that they would be just a couple of old guys on the verge of getting laid off. To his extreme surprise he found that they were all CEOs of major corporations. He cast a suspicious glance at the man named Kusama Nowaki. Just what manner of man was he?

He found that they all knew Kusama through their shared contributions to the Kusama orphanage. He learned that the tall man was an orphan and that he had been paving his own way by dropping out of school and working a multitude of different jobs.

After the picnic was over, as he was heading home, Hiroki noticed that he had been followed by Kusama. He turned around and fixed the taller man with a look full of disdain.

"Do you need something?" Hiroki asked, letting the full force of his annoyance out in those four words. Nowaki closed the distance between them and inspected Hiroki's face.

"I was worried, you were crying so much earlier."

Hiroki was taken aback by the man's straightforward words. He blushed in shame at the memory of his public tears and at this stranger's witness of them. "That's not really any of your concern."

Nowaki was undaunted by Hiroki's prickly behaviour. He merely moved on to his second order of business.

"I heard you were a student at T University, I was wondering if you would tutor me? I want to go to university for social work but need to complete a high school proficiency exam."

"Why the hell should I have to?"

"Please Hiro-san, it has to be you. No one else will do!"

Hiro-san? "I'm too busy. Find someone else."

Hiroki continued to walk to his apartment as Nowaki assaulted him with requests for Hiroki to be his tutor. By the time they reached the apartment Hiroki had relented.

"Fine. But you should be prepared for a Spartan education. I don't care how many jobs you have!" Hiroki said while jabbing his finger at Nowaki's chest and glaring into his eyes. The damnable young man smiled brightly and threw his arms around Hiroki.

"Yes Hiro-san!" During his embrace Nowaki had tucked his nose into the crook of Hiroki's neck and inhaled deeply.

"Oi! Keep your hands to yourself! And that's Kamijou-sensei to you!" Hiroki yelled at the beaming giant shoving him away.

"I'll see you tomorrow Hiro-san!" The young man exclaimed. And turned and headed in the direction of his own apartment leaving Hiroki stunned and fuming at the door of his apartment. The damn brat hadn't listened to a thing he'd said! And what was with that smelling thing? It was almost as if…

As if…

As if he were scenting me like a werewolf.

Hiroki shook himself and quickly dismissed this idea. Most people didn't even know werewolves existed, and he just happens to meet two? Ridiculous. There are plenty of weird people out there, the fact that Nowaki had smelled him probably didn't mean anything. Probably. He had thought the Nowaki rather resembled a lost puppy as he followed him home.

"I've been thinking about Akihiko too much" Hiroki sighed to himself.

He removed his shoes in the genkan and entered into his apartment. He sighed again and threw himself into preparing materials for his tutoring session with Nowaki tomorrow. He didn't know what time the moron would come by but tomorrow being Saturday meant he had no classes. He would have contemplated the ramifications of his tutoring Nowaki, but he was too mentally exhausted from his day to focus on more than one task at a time.

Sparing one last thought for the object of his unrequited love, Hiroki dove into his work, determined to forget his heartache, if only for a little while.

AN: This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. It has been ages since I've written anything for any reason so it's bound to be a bit rough to begin with. I don't even know if anyone will find this and read it, but if you do I hope you like it! Also seeing as I am so new I would appreciate any constructive criticism you may have to offer. :)

As you can tell this fanfiction is about werewolves. I am planning to write a Romantica centred fic in the same universe as this story later on. I decided to get my feet wet with this first though, the Romantica piece is set at the beginning of Misaki and Usagi-san's story so this will serve as a prequel of sorts focusing on the Egoist couple.

This is rated T for now, I don't know if I'm brave enough yet to attempt a lemon... if I tried I think an orange is as citrusy as I could get :P But we shall see!

I hope whoever may find this enjoys it, and if nobody likes it… well I think I might continue writing anyway because so far I'm having fun! :D

Until next time. Cheers!

- Bookmysterr