Disclaimier: I do not possess rights to either Junjou Romantica or Kyou Kara Maoh. I do not receive any financial or material gain from this work.

This fanfic is dedicated to Mydaroga, who thought it would be awesome if such a crossover existed. Happy birthday!

Important note: In case you weren't aware, Misaki of JJR and Yuuri of KKM share the same voice actor in their respective animes, Sakurai Takahiro. The two characters therefore sound exactly the same. This is moderately important to know for the purposes of this story.

And now on with the show!

"An Honest Mistake"

Part I

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Tugging the scarf from his neck and snapping shut his cell phone, Usami Akihiko stepped into the restaurant.

Drat that Aikawa for choosing the perfect moment to call about his deadlines and disrupt his date with Misaki! The boy had used the momentary distraction to flee the car (It's cold, so I'll wait inside, Usagi-san!) and had rejected both Akihiko's hurried offer to keep the heater running (jeez, Usagi-san, just 'cause you're rich and can afford it doesn't mean you should waste gas!) and as well as the subsequent offer to share body heat (n-no, really—get off me!— I'm good, s-see you inside!). Humph. Well, they'd both make up for it later.

Akihiko politely declined the frazzled-looking hostess's offer to show him to a table, informing her he was meeting someone and that he could find the table by himself, thank you. She shot him a grateful look as she hurried off to seat the large family that had just walked in behind him, and Akihiko set off alone on a quest for his Misaki.

The restaurant was quite busy, and he found himself dodging waiters and waitresses as he checked each table. If Akihiko had had his way, he and his adorable little boyfriend would be dining in style at some five-star hotel somewhere (one that may or may not have required a plane to get to) and there would have been a veritable army of wait-staff available to assist him. But Misaki had insisted that if they were going to have a date, they were going to have a "normal" date, at a "normal" restaurant, and Akihiko hadn't had the heart to overrule him.

He grumbled under his breath. Even though Misaki had come willingly, this date wouldn't be worthwhile if he couldn't even find the other person involved. Maybe he should go back and insist that the hostess—

"…and I really don't think so. I mean, it's only like that if—"

Akihiko's head snapped up. There. He'd know that voice anywhere. His Misaki. He hurried off towards the source, a distant corner he hadn't visited yet.

"…ah, that's perfect! But what about the other ones? The yellow ones? What are they—?"

Akihiko quickened his pace. Who was Misaki talking to with such enthusiasm? Maybe some busty young waitress, all fluttering eyelashes and evil intentions? Or even worse, an equally young and pretty waiter, one that would take advantage of Misaki's naiveté to commit unspeakable acts—?

Akihiko was walking fast enough to be almost running at this point, the tables and dining patrons flying past on either side of him. He had to get over there now. He dodged a waiter bearing a platter of food, stumbled over a chair leg, skidded around the corner and then…stopped dead.

Bear.

His adorable Misaki was wearing a knit cap topped with bear ears.

Bear.

All thoughts were driven from Akihiko's head. He did not pause to wonder how Misaki, whose back was towards him, had acquired such a cap, or take notice that the boy's gestures were somewhat different than those he normally used while speaking. Nor did he notice that the Misaki's conversation partner was not the waiter he was expecting, but an effeminate blond boy who sat primly on the opposite side of the table.

His adorable Misaki was wearing a knit cap topped with bear ears. That was all that mattered.

In three quick strides Akihiko crossed the space that separated them. Wrapping Misaki's slim body in his arms, he pressed his face against the side of his lover's head, his lips a scant centimeter from the warm shell of an ear.

"You know, if you wanted to seduce me, Misaki, you couldn't have chosen better."

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His Royal Majesty, Shibuya Yuuri, the twenty-seventh Maoh of Shin Makoku, froze in horror.

Some guy he'd never met before in his life was…was…

Yuuri was quite used to people trying to kill him. He knew what to do when that kind of thing happened (yell for Conrad, usually). But what is one supposed to do when a complete stranger mistakes you for his male lover? At least, Yuuri hoped it was a mistake. Though the endless bizarre customs of Shin Makoku and its neighboring kingdoms had make him kind of paranoid about that sort of thing, he was pretty sure he hadn't done anything in the last few minutes that could be interpreted in Japan as flirting or a proposition or anything. He also was desperately hoping he was right about being mistaken for a male lover. It was embarrassing enough that his mother kept trying to persuade him to try on wedding dresses without random strangers thinking he was a girl too.

But the guy was still clinging to him like a hell-paradise goala to a tree branch and…Oh Shinou, the guy was nibbling on his ear now! Yuuri, still too stunned to speak, began to struggle frantically, twisting towards Wolfram for help—

And then he saw Wolfram's face. Yuuri nearly fainted on the spot. He was doomed.

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Something was wrong.

Misaki sometimes froze up when Akihiko attempted to demonstrate his affection in public (the poor boy, sadly enough, was still reluctant to be seen as being gay), but he usually unfroze a second later, either giving in or loudly protesting. But this time, Misaki stayed as stiff and silent as a statue. Akihiko, mildly confused, gently nipped the boy's ear to try and get a reaction. His lover simply made a not-very-arousing choked sound and began to flop about in his arms like a dying fish.

Very much confused now, Akihiko opened his eyes, and for the first time, got a good look at exactly who it was he was molesting.

Two wide, dark eyes stared out from a rounded face a few years younger than Misaki's, a face framed by some short strands of pitch-black hair that had escaped the bear-eared cap. Moreover, now that he thought of it, the body he was wrapped around had a little too much muscle on it to be…

Oh shit.

The black-haired boy suddenly ceased his weak struggles, his eyes opening wider than Akihiko thought was possible, his face twisting into an expression of the utmost horror. Akihiko followed his gaze across the table to the other occupant, a blond foreigner with long-lashed green eyes.

A blond foreigner whose eyes gleamed like those of every angry, jealous boyfriend Akihiko had ever met. Every angry, jealous boyfriend combined.

It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion as the foreigner rose to his feet and melodramatically pointed at the two of them with a single slim finger. Then, the accusing digit dipped lower, coming to rest pointing squarely at the black-haired boy.

The foreigner took a deep breath.

"YUURI, YOU CHEATER!!"

TBC….

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