OH GOD I SUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. I'm writeing a new story that will NEVERRRRR EVERR be finished. Kinda like everything I write. I've finished one story. ONE. It's on paper. WHY DON'T I THINK THESE THINGS OUT BEFORE? Idk. BUT WHAT EVER.
Misaki: DISCLAIMERR.
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOO. *sings "Heart of a Champion" *
Misaki: *facepalm* Do it.
Me: NOEEEEE. :3
Misaki: * threatens with a knife*
Me: OKAY OKAY! I DON'T OWN JUNJO ROMANTICA!
Misaki: Good.
Prologue- Caught
Misaki was simply walking home from school and a two night stay at his brothers house. He had gone to the grocery store to pick up some dinner supplies. He and his lover had AMAZEING sex last night, and they were on pretty damn good terms. So, what went SO wrong?
He had been a good lover, he made his lover, Akihiko Usami, dinner every night. Cleaned up every day, made sure he was happy, nearly every night they made love, he tried so hard to be a good lover. All for what? For this? I hope not.
The 19 year old boy with grocery's in hand walked into the elevator of his and his lovers condo. He had reached the correct floor and then stepped off. He took long strides towards the door, feeling the feeling he always felt when he came home. Love; he was ready for his welcome home kiss.
He fumbled with his keys and unlocked the door. He quickly barged in "Usagi-san I'm home!" He called before the door was completely open. A horrible earthy scent wafted out of the door. Misaki used his sleeve to cover his nose while coughing.
"The hell?-" He quickly slipped off his shoes and set the food down, he quickly gated towards the living room. The sight was not a good one. There lay Akihiko, his boyfriend of almost 3 years on the couch pretty much naked. With two women under his arms, along with more alcohol bottle than Misaki could count. And instead of cigarette buds in the ash tray it was weed. The table was practically covered in heroine. And empty needles lay across nearly every flat surface.
"U-U-U…sagi….san?"
Akihiko somehow managed to open his eyes. "M-Misaki?" And then noticed the tears. "Misaki! Whats wrong?" And when he tried to get up, one of the sleeping girls snuggled up to him. Akihiko looked down, then around. "…..oh….God….Misaki.."
Misaki shook his head fervently. "No."
Akihiko pushed the girl off him and stood up walking towards his one love. "Misaki…I-I…."
"No." Misaki put his hands up in defeat, shook his head, and backed up. "No."
"Misaki! Please!"
"Don't touch me." Misaki picked up his bags and turned around. He walked to the door and slipped on his shoes. "I'll be back in a few days to get my stuff. Call me when you are sober enough to have a decent conversation. I want to tell you properly that I'm leaving." He cracked open the door and stepped one foot out, before he turned to see the pain struck face that he caused, and felt no guilt towards it either. "Goodbye, Usagi-san."
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