A/N: This will be the first time I've taken a chance on yaoi with Junjou Romantica. I am ever so nervous about it, and I'm not sure about the plot. It'll be cliché, I can already tell. But, I have to start somewhere. Besides, every time I try JJR, Misaki is so OOC. Uhg. And the summary is NOT a truepicture of what's going to happen, hope. In my mind it's not anyways, so don't be scared! Here it is.

Diclaimer: Junjou Romantica is certainly not my own work.

Chapter One: Day Four

Staring up at the clock, Misaki grumbled as the pencil in his hand stayed stationary. English had ever been his forte, but it was even worse because Usami hadn't been home in three days. He would never openly admit that he missed his lover, but Misaki hadn't been able to focus since the author left for his tour.

...

"Have a nice trip, Usagi-san!" Misaki forced a smiled across his face as his suited companion turned to face the door.

Cranking his neck around, Usami opened his mouth to speak; Aikawa chimed in before he had the chance to say anything, "Taxi is here. Our flight takes off soon! Chop, chop." She glanced back at Misaki, noticing the saddened look in his eyes. "I'll have him back before you know it, Misaki-kun." Her smile reached her eyes, making the tension in the room a little less dense.

Soon enough, the editor disappeared, and Usami was walking towards the open door. Misaki's stomach began to churn as he himself turned around, to start his lonely dinner. Before he could reach the kitchen, Misaki was pulled back into the arms of a giant. "I'll miss you, Misaki," Usami whispered before nibbling on the college student's ear.

Misaki screamed in terror as he wrestled the arms he loved more than anything. "Get off me; you're going to be late! Aikawa-sannn!" He dragged out his words as Usami turned him around, fiddling with the zipper on Misaki's jacket.

"I love you, Misaki," he murmured, bending down to look at the emerald eyes of his significant other.

"Don't say that, Old Man!" Misaki struggled, feeling his heart begin to pound against his chest and his arms became numb as they fought the writer's strength.

"Misaki," Usami mumbled as his lips met Misaki's. Misaki dropped his guard; ad wrapped his arms around Akihiko's. His stomach was a flutter and he could barely think straight. Dinner was a thought of the past; the only idea on his mind at that moment was keeping Usami locked away for the next week.

"Usagi-san..." Misaki moaned as he tried to catch his breath, "I don—"

"Aren't you guys the cutest thing!" Aikawa fawned over the couple standing arm in arm. Misaki flushed a brilliant shade of red as he stormed off into the kitchen. Laughing with enjoyment, Aikawa motioned for Usami to kick his idle body into gear. "Time's-a-wastin'!"

"All right, all right..." a few seconds later, the editor had disappeared, and Misaki was running the water over some carrots. "Misaki, I don't have to go on this trip." Usami said from across the room, "It's just a publicity stunt for my new book; it's completely unnecessary..." he trailed off waiting for a response, but the room remained quiet. "I don't have to g—"

Ungainly mumbles came running from behind the counter as Misaki shot back, "You've already made the commitment, and Aikawa-san would have your head if you backed out now. Just leave already."

Sighing, Usami straightened his suit's jacket and meandered out of their home. "Good bye, Misaki." The door shut softly, leaving the room hushed and forlorn.

Misaki shut the water off, slowly, as he leaned over sink. The last time Usami had left him alone, he'd ended up falling asleep with his shirt pulled against his face.

A heavy heart soon led Misaki to bed. He tossed and turned, pulling Suzuki-san to each side of his body. The trains and toys reflected the light hat shined in from the window, distracting Misaki to the point where he heaved the bedspread over his head. "Stupid bears and dolls..." he groaned, turning over.

Soon enough he tore the blanket off his body and stormed out of the child's room, leaving Suzuki-san flipped upside down on the floor. His feet hit the wooden floor hard, knocking against the stairs.

Click. The closet door flung open with a thud as Misaki jerked a pillow and folded blanket down. He'd never thought there was a need for the random storage, but he was happy Usami had something hidden away. He sulked over to the couch, where a small brown bear, wrapped with a red bow at the neck stared at him. He hurriedly shoved the bear to the grown. Plopping down on the sofa, Misaki yanked the blanket over his head. Now, it was only a matte of time until sleep graced his eyes.

Twenty minutes. Fourty-five minutes. An hour passed before Misaki gave in and reached around his comforter and grabbed the bear.

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"'I' before 'E,' except after 'C'...unless..." rolling his eyes, Misaki's head hit the table with a loud thump. Day four was now on; 12:06. "I need a cat...or a hobby," he growled, throwing his pencil down and making his way to the bathroom.

His chest ached and his head was burning up. He thought he'd gotten sick from last night's sushi, but he wasn't sure. His heart was beating in his ears, most the time; the 'da-dump' is the only sound he could hear. 'I refuse to let this get to me.' He thought to himself, as he turned the sink knob. 'It' been three—four days and I' fine. I'm not some lost puppy!' Shoving a toothbrush in his mouth, he straightened his posture and gleamed bright. "Damn, he could stay away for a month! What do I care!" Laughing triumphantly, Misaki threw his toothbrush in the sink and sauntered off.

"Who needs stupid Usagi-san? Not this kid!" Pulling his pans off, Misaki laughed again. "He's just one man what can he really do?" With a pair of plaid pajamas on, Misaki strolled to his place on the couch and slammed down. "Tomorrow, I might even hang out with Sensei!"

Snuggling up against the cold blankets, Misaki's smile faded. Reaching for the bear, he whimpered. Rubbing his eyes, he turned over. "I miss you, Usagi-san."

A/N: Please, be as harsh as you like. I know it was all fluffm, sorta? But, it's going to develop a storyline in the next chapter, I hope. Any advice is appreciated especily if Misaki is acting super out of character! As for the title... still pending, whatever i decide o make it wil probably be temporary.

Thanks ever so much.
-Serenity.