This is my first story and it's going to be quite long so be prepared!
I will be posting a new chapter everyday or every other day, depending on if I can ^^;
Please r&r if you can! I would really appreciate it if you guys let me know if I'm any good haha
I don't own Junjou of course ^^
There might be slight OOC
On with the story~
Sorry if it's too short, let me know if you guys want more!
Yurumi~
9:30 A.M.
Misaki slowly opened his eyes, looking around a toy filled room and his sleeping lover. He quickly looked away from Akihiko, blushing furiously as he remembered the events of the previous night. Slowly as to not wake him, he sat up and tiptoed out of the darkened room to make breakfast. Unfortunately, Misaki knew all too well his lover was not a morning person, quite the opposite. Misaki was glad that he didn't have class today as well; seeing Kamijou the Devil in the mornings coupled with Usagi's grumpiness was difficult, to say the least.
As Misaki was setting out the breakfast he had made for the both of them, Usagi came down the stairs slowly, inching towards the coffee Misaki set out on the table. He downed the entire cup before speaking in a scratchy voice, "Howwwwwss-it-goin'?"
Misaki, alarmed at Usagi's unusual demeanor, quickly ran to his side and felt his forehead.
"Usagi-san? Are you sick?" He worriedly clicked his tongue.
"No-wayy." Usagi slurred.
"You definitely are! Your forehead is burning up! I'll head out and get some medicine right away, and you need to get back to bed and…" Misaki shook his head and ushered his lover back upstairs.
"Stay wit me…" Usagi said sleepily, "I'm….fine…." he coughed out. Misaki was already grabbing his coat and shoes.
"I'll be back soon, okay?" Misaki said as he was walking out the door.
'Maybe I'll take a short nap…'
Usagi's muddled brain faintly comprehended Misaki's departure before he dozed off into a feverish sleep.
3:00 P.M.
Usagi sat up in bed, feeling perfectly fine but confused. 'What time is it?' he thought sleepily. Brushing off his unease, he walked downstairs to see light streaming in from the tall windows. He glanced towards the kitchen to see a cold breakfast sitting on the table.
Usagi's first thought? 'Shit.' He sweeped over the entire apartment looking for any inclination Misaki was present. He was getting concerned now, his mind going into overdrive.
'Why would Misaki leave without us eating breakfast together? He hasn't even cleaned up yet!' He racked his brain for clues, but only a fuzzy image of Misaki walking out of the apartment could come to him. He quickly dressed himself and headed out to look for his beloved.
10:00 A.M. -earlier that day-
Misaki hurried towards the supermarket, his only thoughts consumed by Usagi's cold. He clutched the medicine tightly, wondering how he was feeling. He noticed the clerk looking at him, looking sad. The guilt of leaving Usagi behind threatened to crawl its way into Misaki's head, but he was too preoccupied on getting back, and fast. After he paid for the medicine he rushed out of the store, not even bothering to look both ways before crossing the deserted street. That was his fatal mistake.
A car came out of nowhere and crushed Misaki's slender frame, not even bothering to stop for the dying boy. The crunch of bones on pavement was sickening to hear, and the large pool of blood slowly growing from Misaki's broken frame illuminated him in the morning sun.
A piece of paper fluttered past his arm, presumably from the car he had been hit by.
Misaki's last thought: 'I hope Usagi is alright…' His vision clouded with red before fading to black, the curtains closing on his eyes with an air of finality.
How was it? Short? Good? Bad?
Please R&R!
Sorry for being so mean to Misaki ;-;
Next chapter up soon!