Title: Deep Blue: A Mixup Series
Chapter One: Prologue
Author: Tsukiakari22
Rating: M for later on boy on boy. You love it.
Notes: Well I just want to type this first before you read it. Well, the idea behind this is to have a story where EVERYTHING in the Junjou word happens different. There isn't much group swapping in these fanfictions so this should change a lot. Also, this will be more of a comedy after they start falling in love. Loveless, they are all kind of pointless in this chapter but this is more of an introduction so give it a chance. =D


Usami Akihiko walked out of Takahiro's apartment, happy for seeing his dear friend, getting ready to go see if the used book store had the third instalment of "This Crazy, Panda World" by Takeichi Mari but was running extremely behind time.

Walking into the store immediately, the man behind the counter recognised Usami-san's face, pulling out the book, ready packaged to give to him. Usami-san picked up the book, handed over the money and stuffed in into his overcoat's side pocket. Today was turning into a good day.

Walking around the store, he saw an arrangement of books, reminding him that his latest book "Sea Snow" needed to be finished by next week. If it was going to be like last time, Aikawa-san would barge in and try and wake him up from a half-dead state. Work didn't seem like any fun at the moment. He always wanted to be a pervert and write smut; he even had thought of an alias to use, but he never knew what to write so his dream failed.

Hearing his mobile vibrate in his pocket, Usami-san pressed the talk button and heard a moody Hiroki on the other side.

"Usami-san! Where are you? I told you to get here at 5:30."

"I know." Usami replied smiling. "It's only 4:45."

"Uhh… well I just thought… you know; don't forget to come like last time."

Usami-san gave a hearty laugh walking out the store, waving to the old man at the counter as he left.

"I had to help Takahiro with his brother's homework. That kid doesn't have a chance."

"Don't say that! One day, he'll probably become my student if you jinx me like that."

"I doubt he will get to college. Don't worry. Oh well. I'm Takahiro's friend so I'll help him with his brother's things but I don't want to be too giving, you know."

"I understand Usami. Now get your butt here. And you better not complain when I next ask for a favour like you do about Takahiro's brother."

"It's only because it's become weekly!" Usami protested.

Hiroki laughed at him and told him he'd be waiting for him so hurry up. Usami treasured his friendship with Hiroki and had held him in close regard for a long time, being the only person to truly understand him. Usami-san always knew underneath that Hiroki's emotions were more than they seemed but denied himself from divulging. He himself had never been in love his whole life and wondered how it was even possible if it couldn't happen to him.

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Takahashi Misaki, unlike a certain famous author, lived the life of the most average high school student alive. Outside the help he received from his elder brother's friend, he had never gone to cram school or went tutoring and his grades showed it. He was had recently just been accepted into Mitsuhashi University on pure luck based on the fact that his brother sent him to be tutored by famous author Usami Akihiko (the friend I was talking about). A lot of Misaki's skill was too low to be fixed and Usami-sensei didn't particularly care anymore to help the boy. He had a book to write, he said: Figures.

While being tutored it was torture from both men, being a simple 'greet, work, get out' kind of environment. Both men didn't want to be there. Now that he was in university though, he knew it was time to focus.

After being transferred to Osaka with his new wife, Misaki's brother had already left, leaving Misaki in a crappy little apartment all by himself. The day that his brother left was when it was worst. Alone in the apartment, running a high fever all alone, he wished for someone's cold hand to be pressed against his forehead but he realised life wasn't a manga and recovered three days later, mentally, being more worn out than anything.

On the first day of school, Misaki introduced himself to his main teachers for the New Year and was able to get along with them oddly well. He remembered their names to be Miyagi-sensei and Kamijou-sensei. The teachers seemed better than the students anyway. Misaki joined the Hot Spring research club and began helping around but never seemed to click with people. They weren't running from him but it still felt that way for him. One person although was definitely running away: His name was Sumi. He never talked to anyone and although he never fought, Misaki always kept his distance. He seemed to be a one minded person and that one thing in his head was something no one else could give him.

After a month of school, Misaki came home and found a letter from his brother asking how he was. He wrote back immediately telling him how much he was enjoying the free time and how he planned on getting a job and how many friends he had made.

The truth was Misaki was very, very alone and very, very sad.

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"Could you get it for me?"

The old manager of Bunnies Confectionary called out to Nowaki wanting to get his treasured possession back. Nowaki nodded his head and walked off to go find it.

Nowaki walked down the path, through the bushes, searching for the missing rocket that had flew into the sky and never returned. He turned a corner and saw people: a couple with their dog and children running about off in the distance and next to them, a park bench. The bottle rocket was mere metres from it. Luckily no one was there or else they would have probably been hit in the face.

Nowaki looked around and suddenly felt his stomach churn as if something was wrong. He sat down on the park bench and pressed his hand against the cold metal bottom. So cold.

Nowaki had always been a model citizen and, although was so tall, was a completely gentle person. His childhood had affected a lot to that and, from his friends that he had meet over time, he was quite popular with a good group of people. In many ways, he lived life ideally even if he struggled to make ends meet.

"Here you are Nowaki-chan!"

An old man with a large grin on his face sat down next to Nowaki, making himself comfortable. Nowaki felt a pain in his stomach again as if the man had sat on something or someone there.

"Feeling sick?"

Nowaki nodded his head and pondered.

"I doubt I'm going to finish my degree at college."

The old man patted him on the back and gave him another grin.

"You'll be fine with friends like us. You brought us all together."

Nowaki returned his smile knowing that no matter how many jobs he took and how many friends he had, without help he'd have to leave college and forfeit his dreams. More than anything, he wanted to help the world he loved so much.

"I'll be alright." He assured the old man. "I've got some work to do so I'm going to go. Don't worry yourself and get back to your company yeah?"

Nowaki stood up, stretching out his long limbs.

"I'm just going to go to the library to study."

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Kamijou Hiroki stood in front of his class looking over the sea of students talking calmly about the difference between the great authors of today's period to those of that 100 years ago. Stopping to talk about current famous authors he reached Usami Akihiko's name and began to talk vividly about his work. He was Usami-san's number one fan anyway.

Class ended and a boy named Misaki came up to him, asking about the work. Hiroki smiled genuinely and explained carefully what to do watching the boy's cute face nod with every word he said. Students seemed to become better looking every year not that he ever had a sexual thought about it or anything. He wanted to leave all of those thoughts for his love: Usami Akihiko.

Usami-san was his ideal lover, knowing him from such a young friend always being so close it was natural for feelings to grow, he thought. Although he never had the guts to express his love he hoped Usami-san understood. Usami-san had never liked anyone before though so to think he was any different seemed pointless. He lacked confidence but didn't have the fire to announce it out loud for the world. He never had any competition though so he had never really been frustrated or infuriated before: It was his own pure love.

Hiroki packed up his books and headed for his office. He saw the massive mess his fellow professor had made and sighed cleaning it up quietly. This wasn't the man he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be a genius but that was life.

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Miyagi You sat at his desk with a cigarette in hand looking at his work. His fellow teacher walked in and he began to complain about the workload. Draping himself on Kamijou-sensei he felt the other man tense up and awkwardly pat him off. He would have preferred a witty comeback for him to fight back against but Kamijou seemed to be a pretty boring person from head to toe.

Miyagi walked back to his desk, knocking over a pile of scrolls along the way but not worrying to pick it up. Work wasn't as fun as it should be, he thought.

Picking up his cigarette again he took a long drag before putting it down again to type properly.

Halfway through his letter to the chairman of the school, he pulled a picture out of his coat pocket and stared at it. The woman standing next to the younger version of him was as beautiful as she had been when he remembered her alive.

After a good 3 hours overtime, Kamijou walked out leaving Miyagi alone to finish his incredibly detailed and long essay for work. He had no reason to go home. It was just an empty floor plan filled with books.

Something was missing, Miyagi thought, something is definitely missing. For a man who was growing older by the second, working alongside a young man who could easily be fooled to be another student, only helped add to his worry. Even if he couldn't love anyone but his sensei, he felt more alone than ever before. A part of him wished someone would come and sweep away all his morals and make him be reborn again.


Okayyyy. Now, since this is just a prologue I have no idea how long how long it will take me to write the next chapter because I just wanted to collect people's thoguhts before I start writing the fun part. So if this story get's enough support I will make sure to do something with it! (I'm not sure if I'm the only one interested in swapping the pairs around but I'll try to make them as good as the original!) oh also, if you're wondering, I didn't add Shinobu in this because his life doesn't change from the story and he comes in later anyway from Australia to add to the fun!

So, please please please review this to tell me what I should do in continuing this and if I've got readers support. I'm basically only going to write this if people show interest anyway. Already working on other stries right now and it's just like me to want to start more stories when I'm in the middle of other stories. Haha (Lame)

So yupp. Thanks!!!!! (I'm not desperate for reviews writing this am I? I seriously just need opinion. It's a big job to think up a whole new universe for these characters.)

Now I'll shutup and let you get through with your day. xD