A/N- Yay, a Junjou Romantica story :) I've been wanting to write for this fandom for a while, and finally was struck with inspiration. Yay :D
Anyway, this one's Nowaki X Misaki, and it's a little AU, so just bear with me on this. Basically, I made it so that Hiroki and Nowaki never met. They still both exist, but keep in mind that they never met or were in a relationship. The Misaki/ Usagi thing is basically the same, except that I made Usagi a little more possessive and stuff than usual. (And super OOC in the beginning OTL)
I'm hoping to make my chapters longer on this one than my other stories since always write way too short of chapters, which might mean I update this a little less often. Although, i do tend to update more often than most people do anyway, so 'less often' might be a chapter every week or two :)
That's all I can think of to say for now, and I hope you guys enjoy this :)
Nowaki clearly remembered the first time he saw Misaki. The younger had been rolled into the hospital Nowaki worked at late one night, and was covered in blood that was beginning to congeal against his startlingly pale skin. Being a doctor, he was able to make the split- second observation that the boy had a very low chance of surviving whatever had happened.
He didn't think much of it at the time- he had his own duties as a pediatrician to take care of, and he trusted his fellow professionals to help the boy as best they could. He turned away, forcing himself to continue in the direction of his destination. However, for the rest of his shift his thoughts kept drifting back to the pale boy, whose hair had been matted against his forehead with sweat, and eyes that had been screwed shut against the world in agony.
It was around one in the morning when Nowaki finally finished everything he had to get done and was able to go home. He stumbled wearily in the direction of the hospital's entrance, and half-glanced into each of the rooms he passed along the way. He was barely registering what was in front of him until he passed one particular room and noticed the boy that he'd seem wheeled in earlier. He appeared much more relaxed at present, with his eyelids relaxed loosely over his eyes.
Curiosity overtook him, and he stepped into the room. He walked over to pick up the medical chart at the end of the young man's bed, flipping through until he found what he was looking for- the summary of what had happened to the man before him. "Found in apartment of Usami Akihiko, stab wound to lower stomach as well as fading bruises on neck and signs of repeated rape. Will wait for patient to regain consciousness before obtaining any additional information."
Nowaki looked down at the boy on the bed, whose breathing was shallow and irregular even in sleep, and there were evident dark circles under his eyes. Even though he had never actually talked to the boy- or, indeed, even seen him while conscious, he couldn't help feeling bad for the boy, Misaki Takahashi according to the charts, and wonder if there was more to the story than the doctors knew.
However, as it was getting hard to keep his eyes open and the world in focus by that point, he decided that it would be best to get home as soon as possible and sink into his warm, comfortable, inviting bed...
However, on his entire journey home, Nowaki was unable to get the image of the unconscious, injured boy out of his head.
Nowaki reached his apartment by about one forty-five in the morning, and was by that point so exhausted that he barely had the energy to stumble into his room and remove his work clothes before collapsing onto his bed, and falling asleep almost the minute his head hit the pillow.
By the time Nowaki awoke, it was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon. He was surprised, since he wasn't really the type to sleep for eleven hours straight, no matter how late he had been up the night before. He got up and took a quick shower, before giving in to his stomach and rummaging through his cupboards for something to eat.
Once he was done with that, he walked to the nearest branch library and took a seat in front of one of the public-use computers. He was still curious about the young man he had encountered the night before, and decided to do a bit of research. Misaki Takahashi... He typed the name into the computer's search engine, and was surprised to see little pop up besides that it was apparently the name of a main character from a relatively popular series of novels which, from the summaries he found online, seemed like some sort of gay erotica.
Deciding he wouldn't find anything useful based off of the name alone, he decided to try searching the other name that the boy's medical records had mentioned, an Usami Akihiko... Or was it Usagi? No, nobody's name would mean 'rabbit'... He searched it, and found out that the author (That had been mentioned on the boy's medical sheet) was well-known and had written many award-winning novels.
But, there must have been more to the story if Misaki had been found stabbed and bleeding to death in this man's apartment, something beyond the mild, collected man that he was generally portrayed as online. Nowaki sighed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. What confused him most was that he had no idea why he cared for the boy so much- Nowaki reminded himself that he had never even talked with him, or even seen him with his eyes open. Something about the boy managed to fascinate him- something about the way he laid there, the pain clear on his face even in sleep.
Nowaki had an odd longing to see the boy awake- he wondered if the boy's eyes would be filled with deep. old pain or if they would be scared or panicked, disoriented because someone had hurt him. Although, if the hospital paperwork was right, it said that he had been raped multiple times. Nowaki didn't doubt that whatever kind of pain it would be, the young Misaki would feel the sharp sting of it when he awoke.
Misaki was completely disoriented when he woke up. He had no idea where he was, or what had happened, or why Usagi wasn't lying there still asleep, with one arm draped over him and holding him there. There was also a pain in his gut which flared up painfully when he tried to sit up, to the point of stars dancing in his vision. Suddenly, a flash of memory came back to him, and he pressed the heels of his hands into hie eyes until he was seeing stars yet again.
He'd been sitting at the dining room table in Usagi's condo, working on his much-detested English homework, when the silver-haired author returned. Misaki hadn't been sure where he had gone, but the smell of alcohol that followed his entrance made that clear enough. Misaki knew from experience that Usagi wasn't a pleasant drunk at all, and Misaki tended to be wary of his because of it.
Usagi stumbled over, grabbing Misaki's cheek and none too gently crashing his rancid-smelling lips against Misaki's. Misaki tried to wriggle away, to get away before Usagi did anything... unpleasant, but of course he didn't succeed. At one moment, Usagi loosened his grip slightly as he was trying to unbutton Misaki's shirt, and Misaki managed to escape, racing upstairs to his room almost before he could catch his footing.
Misaki locked the door behind him and had only barely gotten over his initial panic when Usagi somehow managed to burst through the locked door, babbling something about, "If I can't have my Misaki then nobody can have my Misaki..." The rest involved a knife to the gut, and watching as more blood than he even knew he had in him gushed to the carpet. As his eyes slipped closed, he vaguely saw a look of shock and realization cross over Usagi's blurring face...
Misaki wondered what had gotten into Usagi- true, he had always been possessive, but to go so far as to try to kill him? Misaki shuddered at the thought, which sent waves of pain through the wound in his stomach. He clenched his jaw, and tried to distract himself by wondering if the rays of pale light streaming through the window were those of sunset or dawn.
After staring for around fifteen minutes he decided it was getting a bit lighter, meaning that it was early morning. He was just debating over when a doctor would come to check on him when one did- a normal looking sort of person, she was wearing a lab coat over slightly business-y clothes.
Maybe if things had worked out differently, he might have found her attractive. But, much to his own dismay, he didn't find her particularly attractive at all. Not to say she wasn't pretty, with bright eyes and clear skin, but he felt absolutely no attraction towards her. Dammit, Usagi, you have turned me homo...
"So, how are you feeling?" she asked, picking up a clipboard that had apparently been hanging on the end of his bed.
"Um... okay, I guess, but what happened to Usag- I mean, Usami-san?" Misaki had nearly forgotten not to use that stupid nickname, since their 'relationship' (If it could really be called that) was strictly a secret.
"Don't worry about that- he's being detained, from what I've heard, and he won't be able to get to you again." The doctor apparently thought those words would reassure him- And maybe he was a bit relieved that Usagi couldn't come storming in at any moment, but... no matter how much he denied liking the man, he still had to admit that he wouldn't want to simply never see him again, no matter how stupid he felt even just thinking it. If he got locked up for attempted murder- well, Misaki needed to see him.
Misaki's thoughts didn't make much sense, even to him, so he decided to simply push them away. The doctor finished checking over him quickly enough, before leaving to check on other patients. Misaki lost himself in thought for a while, staring up at the paneled ceiling and trying to ingore the incessant beeping of a heart monitor next to him.
He was jerked suddenly out of his thoughts by someone in the hallway stopping outside his room. The man appeared to be a doctor, but the two things Misaki noticed first was his surprising height and presence, and the striking azure color of the man's eyes. Dark blue orbs met his own green ones, and for whatever reason, Misaki was unable to look away- although, the man continuing to stare back in awe may have been part of the reason why.
A/N- So, what did you think? I hope it turned out okay! I originally wrote this whole thing out on graph paper, so it was a pain to type... :P
And remember- Reviews are author food, so don't make me starve! Tall me what you liked, what you hated, what you thought might work better for the future, anything! Hope to see you all next chapter~
