Note: I do not own Junjou Romantica
NEW FUTURE
Three things to make people suffer:
Poverty
No freedom and
Injustice
Perhaps it's just normal in this kind of world, where faith is chosen before you were born, where you have no choice but to follow the path they have given you.
And that's what commoners like me are born for and I don't have a right to complain or else I'd die.
"Is it my time?" I ask the manger. I drink the hot coffee he gives me.
"No. you still have five minutes" he replies.
Our manger Kusama Nowaki said. He keeps looking at his wrist watch. Sighing nervously. He was ordered to take good care of me... to teach me good techniques in magic. Ordered by the high rank of the society. The wild son of the GREAT Usami clan...
"Akihiko Usami-sama" Nowaki stands as he spotted the lord of the east. He wears a black coat.
I stand behind Nowaki-san. I tried my best not to look so nervous and tense. I understand why Nowaki is so tense in front of him. In his age of twenty Usami Akihiko named as the Lord of the East for his various achievements. He was called wild by plenty of high ranking people because of his ability to break every order of his Great Father. He can break the crooked law of his father but no one can turn him down because he is excellent in law.
He is a black sheep... a wild beast... a great enemy of every high ranking people...
But to us... Commoners...
He is the tiny light of hope...
"You're prepared?" he asks. His voice is husky and deep and it felt good in my ears.
"Yes he is" Nowaki answers.
"Then lets go" he orders me.
"You don't want to test him?" Nowaki postscripts
"No need."
He grabs my wrist and start tugging me out of the bar. His strong and long shoulders make him looks stronger. Outside a red and shiny sports car is waiting for us. I wonder if he has body guard since there are lots and lots of people hate his guts, but I don't see any of them.
"Get inside" he push me inside and slam the door close. He walks to the other side of the car, open the door and sits in driver seat. He start the engine and I don't know how long the ride goes as I fall asleep with plenty of thoughts floating in my mind.
"Filthy!"
"Burn that child!"
"Burn him!"
Everyone exclaims like it something ordinary to them. Everyone... even Mr. Do and Marrie, their eyes is as red as blood seeking monsters... they all change. They become mad like dogs.
"Shinobo don't look"
Miyagi covered my eyes with his hands. He is shaking too, his hands are cold and sweaty proving that I'm not the only one who's scared even Miyagi himself.
"I will protect you. I promise" He swore.
I wake up in a dim room. The soft and sweet smell of the bed gently calms my nerves.
I lost my memory after the battle outside our mansion. All I could remember is my Miyagi voice screaming my name and it's like thunder to my ears. He in fact, unfortunately killed at that war and right now even if he swore to protect me.
He is just a liar.
Suddenly the door creeps open "You're awake" A cheerful voice catches my attention. I never hear cheerful voice for almost years.
"I'm Misaki Takahashi. Usagi-san's erm... friend"
"Friend? He could have friend" I close my eyes lazily. He looks so naive no wonder he could be fooled easily by that man.
I hear him laugh awkwardly "hehe you could say that. Well I'm hear to tell you that Lord Miyagi arrives and he wants to talk to you"
I snap my eyes open. "Don't joke around Misaki"
"I'm not" he answers defensively.
"Shut up! Miyagi is dead!" I screamed, covering my ears and shutting my eyes firmly. I don't want to listen to remember him. Not now.
"I'm not"
A sudden silence brought by the man I look at the man behind Misaki. The familiar voice and this presence…. this couldn't be!
"Miyagi!"
NOTICED: Its short but I don't mind writing it shortly. I'm sleepy... I don't know if I could continue this story. I just jotted it down when the scenes comes out of my mind hehe... Tell me if this isn't interesting at all and I will just stop writing it.
TO INNOCENTUKE97(If you red this): I already trouble you so much so I'm so sorry for updating it.
