It Was Not My Time

After the incident, Misaki made sure to take extra care of Usami. It wasn't that Usami was completely helpless; he just needed someone to be there.

Last week was horrible, terrifying. A crazed fan entered Marukawa Publishers and stormed into a meeting between the author, Aikawa, and Isaka-san. The fan attacked Isaka-san with a knife and when Usami tried to intervene, the fan sliced Isaka's hand and turned on Usami and stabbed Usami in the shoulder. The fan then turned the knife on himself and stabbed himself to death.

Usami went to the hospital and was evaluated. His wound would begin to heal, but doctors told him to avoid putting stress on the right side of his arm and shoulder. Misaki was horrified when Aikawa had called him after the incident. He flew straight to the hospital, panicking, to be with Usami.

Usami tried to be in good spirits; he was after all, okay. However, he was in shock that a man died in front of him. Usami was a little quiet. Misaki looked at him with concern, hoping Usami would open up and talk about it. However, Usami being Usami, he didn't want Misaki to worry about anything, and he chose not to speak about it.

That evening, Aikawa, herself still shook up, escorted Usami and Misaki home from the hospital in a cab. Misaki walked Usami to the elevator and up to the penthouse. As soon as Usami walked in, Misaki darted ahead of him and fixed some cushions on the couch and led Usami over to sit.

"Misaki, I'm not bedridden or anything. It's not like I have to be off my feet." Usami smiled and reached out to tousle the teen's hair.

"Usagi-san, just sit down for a while and rest. You've been through enough." The teen was truly worried about Usami. "Are you hungry? You should put something in your stomach, even if it's late." Misaki went to the kitchen and started some tea. He brought out some left over Miso soup and heated it.

Usami was quiet and just sat. Thoughts, vivid thoughts kept tearing through his mind. He snapped out of it when Misaki set a bowl of miso on the coffee table and a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you, Misaki." Usami reached out and held onto Misaki's arm so Misaki wouldn't walk away. "Please sit by me, Misaki." Usami's voice was serious, quiet. Misaki immediately sat at the side of Usami, concerned. Usami leaned his head down to rest against Misaki's head. Misaki, not knowing what Usami was feeling or even if Usami was about to cry, put his arm around Usami and ran his hand soothingly over his lover's temple, stroking his hair.

Usami still would not talk. They stayed this way for the next half hour.

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It was after midnight, and Misaki was starting to feel a little tired. "Usagi-san?" he asked softly. "Are you tired? Maybe you should go to bed and try to rest. . ." Then, after thinking, Misaki added, "Would you like some company?"

Usami nodded. Misaki walked with him to his room and he helped Usami unbutton his dress shirt. Misaki looked at the condition of the shirt as he unbuttoned. "Is this the same shirt you --?"

"Aikawa had brought me a clean one."

Usami slid out of it, and Misaki flinched at seeing the bandaged area of his shoulder. Misaki got a Tshirt and Usami turned at an angle to keep his wound out of Misaki's sight.

"Baka, I already saw it," Misaki said as he winced for Usami. Misaki helped Usami pull the shirt over his head. He was helping Usami out of his pants when Usami chuckled. Misaki had to chuckle too. Since when did the great Usami Akihiko need help getting out of his pants? The irony. Misaki went to get him a pair of pajama bottoms and handed them to the writer. He held onto Misaki while he slid into his bottoms, one leg at a time. All ready for bed, Usami smiled softly and gave a gentle kiss on Misaki's forehead.

Misaki pulled the blankets back and waited for Usami to get in. Misaki climbed in and pulled the blankets over Usami, making sure that Usami was comfortable.

"Misaki, come closer." Usami held out his left arm, and Misaki scooted closer.

"Usagi-san? I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to put any pressure on –"

"You're fine, Misaki. I need you close to me." Misaki snuggled closely to his lover.

As they lied there, Misaki was thinking thought after thought. What if it had been more serious? What if Usami had died? Could he even begin to live a life without his Usagi-san? Why did that deranged man come into the publishing house? Was he targeting Usami?

Misaki was unsettled. He didn't look at Usami, but he figured his lover was having a hard time sleeping too.

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I've been writing on Junjou for a while now for my own entertainment. This is my first published story, something I wrote a while back. I love writing, but I am not good at it, so please, be honest and let me know what you think I can do to make it better. Of course, if this sucks, I won't add the other chapters. Unfortunately, I'm not in the medical profession and don't know much about knife wounds. But I love Usagi-san, and I wanted him to be okay.