A/N: Oh my god. It's finally happened. The sequel and the final conclusion to Project M4587! Wow, I never realized how far I got into the story but I like it enough to finish it. Review!

Oh, and it's not necessary to read the first story, but you would get where Misaki and Akihiko all came from… but yeah. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica. *tear*

Akihiko clutched his gun, quickly reloading it and once he was done, he rest his head on the burnt wall behind him. One other humans were with him. The one with dark blue hair and blue eyes to match, his name was Nowaki.

It had been three years since the war had started. It pit humans against advances that terrorized the world. Each made by a man named Haruhiko, who had created two projects that would help him destroy the civilized planet. The first that went by Project-M4587, and the second was unknown.

The war had killed billions of humans. Those who decided to hide had been hunted down and those who had decided to fight back had either been killed or had survived this far.

Akihiko was one who decided to fight back and survive, to find Project-M4587, other known as Misaki. Find him and hunt down his brother and kill him to put an end to the war. If only it was that easy.

Flashback-

Walking out of the building put an end to Akihiko and everything he had. Leaving behind the one he loved to die or survive. It was a fifty- fifty chance he would come out of that building, alive and well. The fifty going down slowly, with each passing minute.

It was like sending the boy to his sentenced death. Looking back would cause him to go back and kill Haruhiko, but he couldn't invade the fight. He would be killed himself. The footsteps walking back to the black building where he resided were slow and painful.

He felt a pat on the back. "Thank you," Akihiko's eyes widened. "Thank you for taking care of him. He was my little brother and I loved him. I'm sure you did too." Takahiro was talking to him like everything was over. It wasn't and what he said was true, he did love him, but it wasn't done yet. The violet eyed man clenched his hands and gritted his teeth.

"It's not done yet. I'm going after him, no matter what! I don't care if I die in the process, I'm setting him free. Free where he can be who he wants, not some lifeless doll!" and the silver haired man stalked off. Takahiro was surprised but he understood and followed after.

One week from that moment in that despised building, the war had started. At first, simple machines had been released. Nightmares they were called. Large transforming machines who had a build like a humans.

Then one month and then the next, more and more larger and stronger machines were released. Soon after, the two projects had been sent off to the war, after two years. The TV in Takahiro's room had caught footage of Project-M4587 and the unknown project walking in the middle of the fire and dead people. After that, the projects hadn't been seen except for the ones who had been killed by them.

End of Flashback-

Akihiko raised his hand to his ear and spoke, "Takahiro, we're ready." the voice on the other side spoke. "Okay, there's a Nightmare to your left and nothing to your right. You choose," Akihiko nodded and looked at Nowaki. Takahiro was in his own secret room underground and he helped Akihiko around.

Takahiro had a map of the city and video cameras all around, so he led his partners around without getting them killed. But also giving them choices of where they would go.

"So, Akihiko, which way," Nowaki spoke. Akihiko pointed forward, to another alleyway. Nowaki nodded. Akihiko had met Nowaki while he was hurt. He had a bad ankle at the time and was sitting in an alleyway, gun at his side. Eventually Nowaki came to his aid and then became his partner.

Akihiko owed him one. The Nightmare to their left was roaming, searching for something to kill. The city was a mess, snow no longer fell, now it was coated in fire and crumbles of buildings. Cars had been scorched and tore apart by Nightmares and even humans and their bazookas.

Akihiko held up three fingers, then two, and one. Pointing at the alley, he began to run and Nowaki trailing behind. Reaching the alley, they began to walk through it. Little mechanical spiders called Crawlers always attacked those sitting in alleys or just anyone near them. A screech was heard behind them and they turned around to come face to face with a Crawler.

They always looked small from far away but up close they looked like a monster. But maybe that was just your adrenaline and heart beating fast. Akihiko jumped to the left as the spider like machine jumped at him, it's fangs wide open, waiting for meat tearing.

Akihiko stepped on the leg of the Crawler and Nowaki aimed his gun and began shooting. "We're done, let's keep going," Nowaki nodded.

The pair began to walk toward a building for shelter, they couldn't tell if it was night or day, the once blue sky falling with white powder was now red with fire and broken bones. The sky wouldn't show, not once. The building was at least halfway not crushed so it was usable. Bricks were smashed into crumbs on the ground and Nowaki and Akihiko covered their mouth to prevent coughing.

Akihiko passed a broken room into a brick room that had not been blown up yet, laying down he sighed and Nowaki sat against the wall. "What now?" Nowaki asked. Akihiko closed his purple eyes and sighed once more, "I'm looking for something." Nowaki's eyes widened.

"What are you looking for?"

"Something that you can't know."

Nowaki nodded understanding, although he was itching to know what he was searching for. But also because he, too, was searching for something. Not something but for someone. Someone important to him. And knowing as he had nothing to go off of and no one to help, he figured to stay beside Akihiko's side until he found what he was searching for. Nowaki hadn't told Akihiko who or what he was searching for, because then things would get complicated somehow.

Akihiko soon dozed off to the sound of screaming and gun shots. It was normal now a days, falling silent to the sound of death. Nothing else happened, other than killing and dying. Just normal, absolutely normal.

XXX

One green eye and one red eye opened. They illuminated the dark room, along with a blue glowing cord attached to the machine's back. "Recharge completed. Would you like a synopsis on the machine?" the computerized voice spoke.

"Yes."

"Attack percentage: 150%. Defense percentage: 200%. Damage: 0%."

"Thank you. Sleep." the figure stood up and the computer turned off. The figure began to walk toward the sitting machine whose mismatched eyes glowed brightly. "Aren't you a special one? Well, I'll let you take a break from your killing." and the figure pulled out the cord and walked away.

The door opened and the lights turned on. Another figure stood at the door and walked toward the sitting machine. Black hair and two mismatched eyes, one golden and one red. "You're awake," and the other machine began walking towards the other. "Project M4587."

The said Project looked at the other, "Yes. You are too," and silence filled the gaps. "Eliminator T4606."

"Like I said, Misaki, call me Takano." Misaki smiled softly and Takano sat beside Misaki. An arm reached up to Misaki's chest and Misaki looked at his companion. "Where did you get that? It seems pretty important to you."

Misaki felt a hand tap the blue necklace on his chest and he clutched it. Looking at the floor he spoke, "I really don't know… I can't remember anything from my past life. I don't even know if I had one." Takano nodded, "seems tough. Not knowing anything but waking up in this torturing place."

The brown haired nodded wincing as his red eye moved not on his accordance. "It's true. I don't know anything but what he told me. Nothing but killing…" Takano smiled and ruffled the boy's hair. "To him we're nothing more than robots who kill, but to me we're much more. To me, you are much more." Misaki smiled and looked down.

His brown hair covering his brown hair, "I can only be myself around you…" Misaki confessed. "Same."

"Project M4587, it is time for the elimination project to begin. Please make your way to the elevator." the computerized voice said. The moment the lights turned off again, Misaki's true personality went away.

With his dreams and hopes. Standing up, his face was expressionless. Cold and stoic. Walking to the elevator, his arm transformed into a large gun. Stepping in, the door closed behind him. "Opening doors in 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1..." and the door opened, fire and crashed cars littering the wasteland.

"Your time to shine," the voice said in his mind. Haruhiko.

And he did shine. Lifting his right arm, still looking forward with his cold hard stare. He shot. A pained screamed echoed throughout the wasteland. The thud following after and the blood seeping was enough to know he made the kill. "One kill accomplished." the computer inside the Project spoke.

The fire scorched the air and the dead polluted the ground. Walking forward into the broken city, he opened his mouth. Which turned into a psychotic smile. "Let's have fun…"

A/N: Woah! Short chapter but it was fun writing. Wish me luck for more! Review please! Read and review!