Tragic-Hi-hi! I'm going to introduce a new concept to the Junjou Romantica fandom. Please make sure to comment because if this idea goes to shit it gets deleted. Misaki is not gay yet…but he will be :) Thank you and I hope you enjoy. Oh, and this is the prologue…to test how popular this will be.
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica.
Warnings: Language and future smut.
Takahashi Takahiro was worried-really worried. It was about the one person he had left as family, his little brother Takahashi Misaki. When their parents died in the car crash when he was eight he had been the sweetest little child you would ever meet. But as time wore on with him leaving college to help support his beloved brother he saw disturbing changes occurring. Misaki grew more reclusive, moody, and rebellious.
It wasn't the normal teenage rebellion that all parents complained about but at the same it was. For it was only in Misaki's pre-teenage years that the changes started to become much clearer. Now he is 17. His grades started to slip because of his skipping of school; he dyed his hair black with red tips, started to smoke, wore gothic attire, and took up drumming. Also, he was rude. It broke Takahiro's heart to see his once innocent little brother turn out this way.
At the moment he really was worried. If Misaki was going to graduate his last year of High School his grades needed a major boost. Also, it was after two in the morning and he still wasn't home. Takahiro bit his bloodied cuticles, scared out of his wits for his little brother. No matter what he said Misaki always rebuked him. Takahiro put his head in his hands and groaned.
Suddenly he heard the front door creak open and he hurriedly ran towards it. He gasped in horror. Misaki had bloody gashes across his arms, face, and clothes. Misaki staggered and Takahiro caught him.
"What happened, Misaki?!" Takahiro cried, taking him into the bathroom where the first aid kit was.
Misaki spit out the blood in his mouth before replying. "Bunch of fucking assholes ganged up on me for flirting with their damn girlfriends," he grunted, waving off Takahiro's attempts at helping him. He snatched the roll of bandages away along with the antiseptic before roughly applying it on his various wounds. Takahiro wanted to protest but after years of trying he had given up on that. He winced when he saw Misaki treat his wounds with harsh roughness that had to be painful but not once did he whimper.
"What have I told you about such vulgar language?" Takahiro sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Not to fucking say vulgar words," Misaki replied with a haughty smirk. Takahiro felt tired. He couldn't take it anymore. As Misaki left to go to his bedroom, Takahiro went to work cleaning the bloodstains-which didn't come out no matter what he did. Finally he gave up on that too.
It seemed like he gave up on a lot in his life. It depressed him.
He needed someone's help…someone who would help him out no matter what. He picked up the phone, took a deep breath, and dialed his best friend's number.
"Akihiko? Yeah…I need your help…you see it's about my little brother, Misaki."
Tragic: Please send feedback if you want more ^^ Thank you very much. Oh, and Akihiko doesn't know as much about Misaki since Takahiro wanted to keep it from him and try to help Misaki onto the "right" path himself. So this will be somewhat new news to Akihiko. Takahiro is desperate and Akihiko is willing and horny ha-ha.