A/N: So this is my first Junjou fanfic and there are just a few things I wanted to say before starting...

1. Dialogue in italics takes place inside of people's heads

2. There is an OC (please don't let that scare you away, I promise he's not annoying. I'm actually rather fond of him...) and his name is Kage - pronounced Ka-gay (like the Japanese word for shadow!)

3. This story will eventually contain copious amounts of fluffy yoai, slash, shounen ai - whatever you would like to call it. Although I'm not sure how necessary that is to point out, I mean I did already say that this is a Junjou fic...

4. There isn't really a fourth thing... so I guess, enjoy? And please leave a review. I'd love to know what people think of this story ^_^


Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica

Chapter 1: Schizophrenia Doesn't Even Begin Cover This

x-x-x

"Please, please," cried the young boy standing before his older brother's closed bedroom door, arms spread wide as if that alone could stop the creature before him. "Please, don't hurt Takahiro."

"Move aside," said the nearly disembodied voice of the demon floating before him. The creature looked to be made of smoke, but it spoke with a voice that made the boy shudder in fear.

"Please, it's my fault," said the boy, "It's my fault they died. Hurt me instead."

"You think I care that they are dead?" questioned the voice, before yelling, "Your parents mean nothing to me!" Lightning flashed outside the window as if accenting the demon's words. In the sharp flash of light the boy could see the silhouette of a winged and horned creature within the smoke's amorphous form.

"Then why?" asked the boy, voice small, "Why are you here?"

"Your parents' careless actions destroyed my body," said the demon, "I see it only fit that I should choose a new one from my previous host's murderers."

The boy's eyes widened. "Then please, take me instead. Just don't hurt Takahiro."

"You would willingly take the place of your brother?"

The boy said nothing, only nodded. Another flash of lightning streaked its way across the stormy sky outside the window at the far end of the hall.

"As you wish," said the demon and then it rushed forward. The boy threw his hands up over his head. But it didn't matter. The pain was excruciating as the demon smoke connected with his body. It only lasted for a moment, however, and then everything went dark.

x-x-x

I awoke with a start, stifling a scream into my pillow. I still had nightmares about that night.

And they're getting old, said a voice in my head, not my own.

I sighed. Shut up, Kage, I thought back at the demon. The same demon I had encountered all those years ago. Demons, I found out that night, need a host human body to survive in this world. My parents took the life of Kage's previous host when they had their accident so he took their lives for revenge and took my body for his own.

Seriously, said the demon, it's been ten years of this. When will it ever end?

Oh, I don't know, I snapped back, when will you leave?

Haha, laughed Kage in mockery, that's a good one.

I grimaced and pushed myself up in my bed, the covers fell to my waist. I could hear footsteps in the hall and pushed my messy, brown locks out of my face to try to look more put together than I felt.

"Misaki?" came my older brother's voice from the hall. "I thought I heard screaming. Are you okay?" he asked as he reached the open doorway, his eyes looking down at me with concern from behind his thin-framed glasses.

"Yeah," I replied, trying to keep my tone light, "I'm fine."

And here we go again… interjected Kage. I chose to ignore the demon, knowing full well that he was referring to the fact that this routine of concerned questioning followed by blatant lies had happened nearly every day for the past ten years.

"Are you sure?" asked Takahiro, "Do you want to talk about anything?" His voice always sounded so hopeful, like maybe today would be the day that I finally opened up.

Then why don't you? asked the demon in my head.

You know full well that I can't, replied in thought.

I could practically feel the demon shrug before he answered, He already thinks you're going crazy as it is.

And telling him I am talking to myself definitely will not help the matter, I responded firmly.

"Misaki…?" asked Takahiro once again.

And there I go again, flaunting my inability to hold multiple conversations at one time. "No, there's nothing to talk about," I said aloud.

Takahiro frowned in obvious disbelief, but, thankfully, said nothing more about the matter. Instead, he very smoothly changed the subject. "Well, I am glad you are awake," said Takahiro, "Kajiwara and I have something we want to ask you about. We'll be in the kitchen. Come out when you're ready."

I nodded as my brother left the room and then let out a sigh. I was exhausted. Nights when I wasn't lying in bed trying to sleep through the nightmares that plagued my dreams I was out in full demon form, hunting humans to feed Kage. He feeds on human life. The only way to get human life is to murder a human before their official 'time' has come. But to hunt humans in this world, demons need a body to live in and manipulate.

That's where I come in. I am his host and we are forever locked in a twisted state of symbiosis. Kage needs me to live. Demons feed on humans, yet they are bodiless in our world without a host. However, once a human becomes a host, he or she will die if the demon tries to leave his or her body. The only way to separate a demon and its host, whilst keeping both bodies intact, is to use the power released by murdering an angel.

Killing an angel, or so I have been told, is not the hard part. Finding one among the billions of humans that walk this Earth is.

And that's why we're still stuck together, commented Kage, Not that I really mind. You make a good host, much better than my last one. Much more interesting.

Thanks, I think…

x-x-x

I wandered down the hall towards the kitchen, wondering what Takahiro could possibly want to talk to me about. Sure I loved him, he had taken care of me when our parents died, but the ten year age difference left little in common between the two of us. I tried to avoid looking at the pictures that lined the hall as I made my way down it. They were of us and our parents and didn't need any more smiling faces on my guilty conscious.

"Good Morning, Misaki," said Kajiwara with a bright smile as I entered the kitchen. She sat at the table, a mug of coffee clutched between her slender fingers. Takahiro came up behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder for a brief moment before sitting down beside his girlfriend.

"Good morning," I replied, although I knew it lacked their enthusiasm. It was hard to be happy after reliving the night of your parents' deaths in your head, especially when it happened night after night.

Yeah, tell me about it, said Kage.

I ignored him and asked, "So what did you two want to talk to me about?"

Takahiro looked at Kajiwara before turning back to me with a huge smile on his face and saying, "We're engaged to be married."

I'm pretty sure if I had been drinking something at that moment, I would have done a spit take. "Y-you're getting married?" I repeated a little dazed.

Takahiro turned and gazed all lovey-dovey into Kajiwara's eyes and replied, "Yes."

Ugh, said Kage inside my head, I think I'm going to gag.

I didn't bother pointing out that he had no body to gag with and that his host body was much closer to hyperventilating than vomiting. Instead I tried desperately to mold my features into a façade of happiness. It wasn't as if I wasn't glad for them, it was just that they were my only family but if they were married would I really still be part of the family? Would I really want to be? Want to intrude on their new life together?

"Con-congratulations," I muttered, pushing to my feet. I needed to get some air.

"Wait, don't go yet," said Takahiro, "There is still something we need to talk about."

Beside him, Kajiwara nodded as I dropped back down into my seat. "Now that we are engaged we will have to spend a lot of time preparing for the wedding, and then after that we'll be newlyweds," she paused and cast a quick, smile-filled, glance at Takahiro before continuing, "We don't think that's an environment that a young boy, such as yourself will be happy in. You have entrance exams coming up and then you will be going to a university! We think it would be best if you lived somewhere else for that time so you can focus more on your studies."

I felt my green eyes widen as Kage commented, So they're kicking you out?

I nodded more to the demon than to my brother and soon-to-be-sister-in-law. Kage's thoughts mirrored mine exactly.

But Takahiro took that nod as agreement. Sometimes it was confusing to hold a conversation both in and out of your head at the same time. No, scratch that, it's always confusing to hold a conversation in and out of your head at the same time.

"But don't worry," continued Takahiro, "We're not leaving you to fend for yourself. My friend, Usagi, said that he would take you in until things settled here."

Usagi… I recognized that name. I knew that he was one of Takahiro's childhood friends, but I had never met him. I just nodded again, not trusting my voice to speak and pushed myself to my feet.

"So are you okay with this?" asked Takahiro.

No, I thought. "Yeah, that sounds fine," I said.

Liar, said Kage.

Takahiro smiled and stood as well. He walked around the table and then pulled me into a hug. "I'll be dropping you off there, first thing tomorrow morning. Thanks for understanding, Misaki."

"Yeah, no problem," I mumbled into his shoulder before thinking, Kage, we're going hunting tonight.

The demon laughed, Sure thing, Misaki.

x-x-x

I stood, that night, on the roof of our apartment building, bathing in the silver light of the moon. I knew that I no longer looked like the Misaki-kun that my brother knew and loved. I was in demon form, ready for the hunt. Black, leathery wings sprouted from my shoulders, my eyes glowed crimson and fangs grew from my mouth. It wasn't that I really enjoyed hunting, but Kage did and when we hunted Kage was in charge, I was merely along for the ride, thoughts and emotions compressed into a corner of my mind as the demon took over. It had a nice, numbing effect that I really needed right then.

Did I tell you I love it when your life is in turmoil? asked Kage.

I think you may have mentioned it, I thought back, not really in the mood to banter, Just get on with it, okay? I don't know when the next time we'll get to hunt will be.

Kage laughed, I don't think you understand that when you host a demon you make time to hunt. Well, that is, if you want to live.

I ignored his little death threat - he had been making them for ten years and both of us (unfortunately) were still kicking – and jumped off the roof. Air caught beneath my huge wings and before I knew it I was flying over the rooftops of this huge city. I could feel Kage scanning the ground for a suitable life to take (I was way past shuddering at that thought) while I looked for something a little different. Something I could only see with Kage's sight: an angel.

Hey, said Kage, listening in on my thoughts, I'm looking for an angel too. Do you think I like being stuck in this weak little human body? I would much rather have the power to create my own.

I'm not that weak, I somewhat pouted in my mind and Kage laughed. If it was possible to stick my tongue out at a demon living within my body I would of right then. Maybe if I had a mirror…

My thoughts were cut short as Kage found what he was looking for. Far below was a man, dressed in a suit jacket and clutching a briefcase to his side. His head was turned down as he hurried along the deserted road. I almost felt sorry for him, but Kage's feral emotions took over and I was wedged into a corner of my mind, left to watch.

I felt my body angle downward, wings drawn in tight as I dropped story after story. I didn't get nervous as the ground rushed closer and closer because right on cue, as always, Kage snapped his wings out and saved me from certain death. My body turned upright again and landed silently behind the man. He didn't notice a thing.

Kage moved my body forward with practiced grace until we were within striking distance. And then he pounced. The man didn't stand a chance.

I felt my fangs bare as my demon form landed on top of the man, pushing him to the ground. The man screamed out, rolling over onto his back to get a look at his attacker. And then his screams stopped, victims' screams always did once they got a look at the demonic face of their attacker. It wouldn't have matter though, if he kept screaming or not, for moments later I tasted hot blood as my fangs ripped into his neck, tearing at his throat.

My body drew back and watched as the man writhed in pain, attempting to choke out words that would not form in his mangled throat. And then he went still, body stiff and eyes lifeless. He was dead.

And then the energy hit me. The life energy of untapped potential trapped within that man. Kage sighed through my throat as his hunger was satiated. He stood up and leapt into the air and I knew that he was done for the night. He landed only once more – to wash the blood off my body with a hose in an alleyway between two apartments – before returning my body to the roof of Takahiro's apartment building and retreating back into the depths of my mind.

I always felt cold once his presence retreated, but the effect only elongated the numbing feeling the possession had. I walked slowly back to my room and crawled into bed glad that the emotions of the day had not fully returned.

x-x-x

"Rise and shine, Misaki!" came Takahiro's voice at much too early of an hour for anyone to want to be awake. Well, for anyone that spent half the night up hunting humans for their demon host… I guess most people don't have that problem. "Misaki?" repeated Takahiro.

I grunted my reply and wormed my way out of the cocoon of blankets around me. "I'm awake…"

Barely… added Kage groggily.

"We want to leave for Usagi's soon," said Takahiro, "Are you all packed."

I nodded and sat up. I had spent the rest of the previous day, after they told me and before Kage hunted, methodically throwing my things into boxes. It didn't take nearly long enough as I didn't have much I really wanted to take with me. I didn't want to go live with some stranger, but I couldn't upset Takahiro. After all, this whole situation, my parents, everything was my fault… I stopped my thoughts there. I couldn't go spiraling down into a hole of self-depression at the moment; I had a brother to make think that I was happy.

"Good, get dressed we'll be leaving shortly," he said with a smile.

I managed to keep a smile on my face long enough for Takahiro to leave the room, before slumping back onto the pillows behind me. This was going to be a long day.

The morning, however, went by annoyingly fast. Before I knew it, Kajiwara, Takahiro and I were standing before the door to Usagi's penthouse apartment. Kage was surprisingly quiet as I stood there, nearly hyperventilating at the immanency of the fact that I was about to be living with a complete stranger. Takahiro knocked on the door. A few moments later it opened and I think I nearly stopped breathing.

The man in the doorway – whom I could only assume was Usagi – was beautiful. His silver hair fell lightly over his pale skin. His violet eyes gleamed radiantly in the morning sunlight flooding the hall outside of his penthouse apartment. I could tell Kage was just as stunned as I was, although I wasn't completely sure why.

You can't see? asked Kage, commenting on my passing thoughts.

Can't you ever keep to yourself? I grumbled internally.

Kage ignored this and said, Let me out, just a little. You need to see this through my eyes.

The demon didn't give me much of a choice as I felt the pressure of his release in my head. Moments later I was seeing the world through the demon's blood red eyes. I really hoped that no one would notice the change.

They won't, said Kage, a little exasperatedly, Now look.

I looked up at Usagi again, who was now deep in conversation with Takahiro, and had to stifle a gasp. He was glowing, ever so slightly, and behind him were two huge, white, feathery wings. I brought a hand to my mouth to stifle a gasp.

Usagi is... I began to think, thoughts trailing off in awe.

Kage finished, the glee in his voice very evident, An angel.