Junjo Romantica belongs to someone who isn't me.
'I can't continue to do this. I would run away, but I don't even have the strength to move.', Nowaki thought as he laid face down on the bed.
He had just walked through the door after a four hour shift. Even though that is almost three times less than a regular shift he felt completely drained. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, he knew the reason and he knew it was going to happen soon. Despite all of this, he had hoped the weakness would overpower him much later than now. He was at a loss, what could he possibly do about his current predicament? There was no way around this anymore, he had to come clean about everything. Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine, and to make matters worse, Hiroki was not due until about six, since he had some meeting.
'Go figure, I guess I'll just try and sleep for a bit.'
Nowaki was restless and after many hours later managed to get some sleep, though it did very little to help the resident.
At quarter after six, he heard a door open and a few sounds proving Hiroki was home.
"Hey, Nowaki, I'm home. Are you here? Nowaki! What happened? Are you sick?"
"Hi-hiro-san, please help me."
Hiroki was bewildered, he never saw Nowaki in such a state. He vaguely recalled the few times Nowaki had a cold or a fever, though to be completely bedridden like this. Well, it had never happened. Panic surged through him.
"How do I help you, what do you need?"
"A knife, hydrogen peroxide, cotton ball or swab, and a band-aid."
Due to the state he was in, Hiroki did not realize the materials Nowaki asked for were most unusual for his state.
"Okay, here, I got everything, do I call an ambulance?"
"Gi-give me your hand, please."
Nowaki was so cheesy! He looked about ready to die and he wanted to hold hands because of some homemade remedy? He was a doctor! He held out his hand for Nowaki to take, as soon as he did, Nowaki surprised him by taking the knife and slicing his wrist opened.
"Ow, what the fuck, Nowaki! Are you crazy?"
"I'm sorry, Hiro-san, I must have cut the wrong wrist, here, let me patch that up for you."
Hiroki's panic had swiftly been replaced by fear. Nowaki was looking at him the way a starving man looks at food. His instincts kept telling him to pull away and run, yet he stayed put. Somehow this just felt so right. He silently observed Nowaki put his mouth over the bleeding wrist and just suck. After a quick moment, Nowaki reluctantly pulled away. He grabbed the Hydrogen Peroxide dipped the cotton ball inside the bottle and dabbed it onto Hiroki's wrist. Mere moments after the band-aid was placed, he fainted.
"Hiro-san, please, wake up, please.", Nowaki pleaded.
Hiroki slowly opened his eyes and groggily looked at Nowaki.
"No-o-waki, I had a weird dream.." As he said this, he rubbed his eyes and noticed the band-aid on his wrist. He shot out of bed and frowned.
"So you're.. you're a vampire?"
"I'm not a vampire. They don't exist. At least, I haven't met any."
Hiroki's eyes widened, "A-are you one of those crazy people that think they're vampires?"
"If I were, wouldn't I just have said I was a vampire?"
"Is this some kind of fetish, then? Why were you sucking my blood?"
"No, it is not some weird fetish! I did it because I was hungry, I needed to drink."
"So, you get hungry and suddenly you need to drink blood. You need mental help, or something. That's not normal."
Nowaki, slowly crept towards the other man and sat him down. He looked at Hrioki intently, while Hiroki was looking down at his hands.
"The thing is, I do drink blood. I only do it to survive, and I don't drink just anybody's, I can only feed on my m-mate."
"What, you're basically trying to say is, you only fell in love with me because I am your freaking dinner?"
"No! I've never wanted this! I tried avoiding it as much as I could, but it's like you living off of water. Eventually you'll need nutrients."
"Your little bogus story of falling in love with my tears was so stupid, I can't believe I bought it."
"It's true, I did fall in love with you because of your tears! I was so touched, I let my guard down and I smelled you. I was able to learn to block out any scents , I developed it so I could fall in love naturally, you have to believe me."
" I have to believe something that you just told me after keeping something like you drink blood a secret from me for nine years.", Hiroki's statement as harsh as it sounded was true.
"I didn't want that to influence my entire life! I kept it hidden for the same reasons you never tell anyone about us! We live a lie! Why do we have two beds set up?"
"For moments like today." With that said, Hiroki turned around and walked out of the house.
'Shit. Shit. Shit', Nowaki was at a loss,again, he really did not know what to do, he knew the bomb would be bad, however, he never expected the aftermath to be so tragic. He should not have lashed out at Hiroki either, those were low punches. He had to prove, somehow, that his feelings were sincere. The problem was he would need concrete evidence before Hiroki would even consider hearing him out. If they broke up now, no, he could not even assume that was a possibility.
For lack of anything better to do, he went to his room to file some paperwork. For the first time in years, Hiroki would not be sleeping next to him. He had never realized how cold this room could be.
Nowaki had not expected his lover back for a long time, so when he heard the door open just three hours after he had stormed out, he quickly went to greet him.
"Welcome back, Hiro-san."
Hiroki merely "mmphed" and proceeded to put his things away. Nowaki noticed a brown paper bag in his hand.
"Oh, here, I got this for you." he gave Nowaki the bag, inside there was a packet of blood. "You said you needed nutrients, so there they are. It's mine, see?", he pointed at a band aid in his arm, "I told them I wanted to donate and took it as I left."
"Thank you, this means so much to me."
"I only did it since I wouldn't want to be blamed for your death. I'm going to sleep, I have a long day tomorrow and I feel woozy."
As he suspected, Hiroki went into his office and locked the door behind him. Nowaki sighed and walked into the other room. To be honest, drinking blood that was not from the direct source was bland. It was cold and the flavor was downright gross. Regardless, this gave Nowaki hope. The fact that Hiroki bothered to do this showed he was only upset because he felt Nowaki tricked him into falling in love, not because he was a downright freak.
The following morning, Nowaki woke up feeling more energized than he had been in years. He went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, only to realize Hiroki had already made it and from the looks of it left. This cold shoulder attitude Hiroki had taken was excruciating. He would rather have a yelling Hiroki than a silent one. He got ready and headed out to drop off some files he had been working on in the hospital. He had plenty of time that day, time he badly needed to prove to Hiroki their relationship was not just a farce.
Nowaki had dropped off the papers in the hospital and was going to put the bicycle away, when he noticed a mature lady looking at their apartment door.
"Excuse me, do you need help finding someone?"
"Am I really that obvious? I should have just worn a more casual attire."
"Your kimono is lovely, ma'am. I would not have approached you if you hadn't been standing by my door, which is why I asked."
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Well, you see, my son told me he lived here. I must have just gotten the number wrong."
Nowaki looked closely at the lady in front of him. She seemed very polished and to be in about her late 40s early 50s. He also realized that she looked exactly like his Hiro-san. If this was indeed his mom, he only hoped she was here to benefit him.
"I live with a rommate, maybe he's your son."
"Really? Hiro-chan lives with somebody? He's usually so private. Is your roommate Kamijou Hiroki?"
"Yes, would you like to come in and wait for him inside?"
"I hope it's not too much trouble, young man."
Nowaki smiled, her words felt very sincere, "No, please keep me company, Hiroki won't be home in a while. I'll just put my bicycle away, excuse me."
He hated calling Hiroki by his first name, but with the way things were, he really felt he did not deserve to call him Hiro-san.
He rejoined Lady Kamijou and they chatted for a long time. Afterwards Nowaki made lunch and they ate it, still talking amiably.
"Kusama-san, it's funny, my son would always run off when his dad would stress him out. He came one evening very late and to avoid a scolding he came up with this farfetched story of how he was late because he was helping a runaway child out."
This intrigued Nowaki, for it reminded him of a particular part of his childhood.
"Children have an amazing imagination."
The lady giggled, "Especially, mine, what with him always reading. Books were his friends."
"Do you mind telling me the story? I would just love to bother him about it."
"I'll tell you as much as I can remember. Well, let's see, apparently, he was walking home when he saw a little boy with a flat tire. He went to talk to the kid, and then he told an officer the boy had runaway from home. It was so detailed I almost believed him, his father certainly didn't. Ahhh, I'm so silly bringing it up, but just now, when I saw you with the bike and looking so distraught, I remembered it. How fascinating that I would recall something so trivial."
Nowaki was trying very hard not to just bow down to the lady and thank her for saving his relationship. He felt rejoiced, he had the proof he needed to gain Hiroki's trust back! He silently thanked his luck and continued chatting with his guest. He owed her so much, she brought him Hiro-san and now she will help them to reconcile.
So, I am not big on the whole supernatural genre, and I don't know if this genre is very well liked here. But I am just soooo into True Blood, I had to write something about blood sucking sexy guys. lol. I really did try to make it as not typical as possible. I do hope you give it a chance and have fun reading it. :)
And if you didn't have fun reading it, I guess you could tell me why. Oh and if I have a mistake in my summary, I apologize. Science and I do not mesh well together.