Yurumi here! :D
Despite being new to the FF community, I'm so happy to see such support, especially in such a short time frame. It makes me want to write a lot more!
This is for yaoifangirlxx and AwkwardOtaku16, my first ever reviews, you guys helped me so much! The next chapters might not come so quickly :P
Please continue to R&R, I'm always open to suggestions and critics :)
Doing this, I have so much more admiration to my favorite authors now…
I tripled the size of this chapter! :D
Again I don't own Junjou haha
Oh and so far this has all been the same day! Sorry if it's a little confusing~
On with the story...
10:30 A.M.
Hiroki was hurrying down a deserted street, heading towards the hospital where his boyfriend, Nowaki, worked at. With strenuous hours, Nowaki always tried to see Hiroki when he had a break at the hospital. Although not the most romantic setting, Hiroki secretly enjoyed seeing Nowaki at work, because he looked so… manly. Hiroki blushed furiously at this thought and walked faster.
'Stupid Nowaki…' He was turning the corner on another deserted street when something brought his attention away from how manly Nowaki was at work. Red tire tracks streaked the road ahead, angry marks on the dull gray asphalt. Glancing around, Hiroki shifted his bag uncomfortably before he continued walking ahead. He hardly ever saw roadkill, but the soft spot deep, deep, down in Hiroki sparked in protest. Seeing a broken animal was always sad, because they reminded him of Nowaki. Soft, cute, cuddly, nice, adorable, cute... He almost gagged at how sentimental he was being.
'That looks like…' Hiroki kept walking, dismissing the thought. He walked farther, only to find a bloody, broken… person?! His vision tunneled. The wind picked up, sweeping his brown locks away from his face, giving a clear sight of the body that lay below him. Hiroki rushed into the street, abandoning his bag on the sidewalk. This person, he looked familiar. A grocery bag with dark liquid spilling out covered the person's face, obscuring any features he could identify the body with.
Several thoughts overtook him, all overwhelming. Fear, anger, pain, and disgust. Fear for this poor teen, anger at whoever had done this, pain for this person's suffering, and disgust of not only the person who hit him but for the blood that was still slowly expanding in a puddle around the body. Hiroki hated to admit this, but he had a fear of blood ever since Nowaki accidently cut himself whilst preparing dinner. The blood pooling around the cutting board had been bad enough, but this was much worse.
The stench of blood was pungent in the air, and he called an for an ambulance, yelling out the situation and their location. Immediately after, he texted Nowaki and explained the situation as well. He crouched down, his pants getting covered in blood, tentatively felt for a pulse and removed the bag, and finding a faint, very faint, pulse he exhaled in relief. He reeled back suddenly, realizing that he had blood now covering his hands, the soles of his shoes, and his pants. Unconsciously, he wiped his hands on his jacket, regretting it instantly. Abandoning his pursuit of cleanliness, Hiroki inspected the boy closely, feeling for a wallet or some form of identification, and he found a wallet with an ID and a credit card with a small receipt attached.
Hiroki stiffened up. 'Takahashi Misaki...That's where I recognized him! He's my student!' He hit himself angrily. How could he not recognize him! 'Well.. He certainly looks different…' He grimaced and cursed under his breath.
Taking a closer look at the credit card, he looked at the name at the bottom corner. 'USAMI AKIHIKO?' He squinted at the name and read it again in disbelief. Being the pessimist he is, Hiroki immediately assumed that Takahashi was a thief who had, in his rush to escape, had not looked both ways before crossing the street. Whether all the emotions Hiroki was experiencing made him either forget he has seen Misaki and Akihiko together before, or blinding him towards his common sense altogether.
To further back up his claim, he made a scenario in his head. 'Let's see… While he was running away from Akihiko, in his rush he accidentally got run over. Plus!' Hiroki realized suddenly, 'This place is really close to Akihiko's too…' With a seemingly solid story, Hiroki looked at Misaki not with pity but with a new found hatred. Akihiko didn't seem like the type to be stolen from; his cold aura usually made people avoid him or at the very least repel thieves. Hiroki supposed Takahashi was a common thief; the thought made him disgusted. He had taught this student, and this was his repayment. His eyes glinted in the morning light.
He glanced at the receipt, expecting it to be for something obscenely expensive; instead it was for medicine; just simple stuff for a cold. This didn't match up... He tore his eyes away from the receipt and settled them on the grocery bag, its contents spilling out where Hiroki had carelessly thrown it. Grumbling furiously, he felt his anger for the thief and the ambulance not being fast enough boil over.
"Bakahiko!" He screamed loudly. The only thing stopping him from his undignified tirade was the soft wail of sirens growing louder by the second. Exhaling indignantly, he grabbed his bag and waved down the ambulance.
Hiroki, although his rage was overwhelming, couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor boy. Maybe something was going on in his personal life. Shaking himself off, he climbed in the ambulance and
they sped off.
The ambulance ride was horrible. The worried faces of the paramedics unnerved him, and he felt his anger dissolving into worry. Nobody deserved this pain, even if they were a thief. After all, he had only gotten medicine…
Misaki hadn't moved at all. The sterile lights of the ambulance were hurting Hiroki's eyes, and the broken body that lay before him was gruesome. Hiroki couldn't be more relieved when they arrived at the hospital. Nowaki's beaming face appeared in his mind, and he smiled weakly.
When Misaki had been taken away by the paramedics and he had to wait until a parent or guardian showed up, he looked for Nowaki. Hiroki quickly entered the break room, and was greeted by the quiet murmur of the occupants. The faint smell of coffee wafted toward Hiroki, and he desperately searched for Nowaki among the people. To Hiroki's displeasure, the only familiar face he saw was Tsumori. Frowning, Hiroki was turning around to leave as a shout came from Tsumori.
"Kamijou!" Tsumori said jubilantly, earning multiple looks of disapproval from the others in the break room, including Kamijou himself. Smiling even wider he told Hiroki how Nowaki was busy in the operating room for an emergency case. Deepening his frown, he sat down and shooed Tsumori away. Calming down, Hiroki realized he should call Akihiko, to let him know he had caught his thief.
Several annoyed voicemails later, Hiroki gave up on contact with Akihiko. Sighing even more heavily, he continued to wait on Misaki's parents and pledged to call his idiot friend later.
3:30 P.M.
Akihiko checked his phone for any missed calls from Misaki, only to see 6 voicemails left from Hiroki. Confused, he opened the first voicemail. When the message started to play, Akihiko's face grew dark.
"Bakahiko! I just met this kid who had your credit card! He was all bloodied up in the street too...Get this, he's one of my students; that Takahashi Misaki brat. I'm ashamed to say he's from M university. Get over to the hospital by your house to get your stuff back. See ya then. ALSO CALL ME BACK BAKAHIKO! Seriously though, the kid looked pretty bad… almost makes you feel bad for him..." The call shut off soon after the last slicing words. Usagi had paled considerably, his mouth slack with shock. Unconsciously, he had grabbed his coat and keys, slamming the front door and dashing towards his red sports car faster than he ever had in his life. His mind was blank, his motions were fast, but mechanical, lacking any of the grace he once had. 'Misaki, Misaki, Misaki!' He didn't have any room to think about anything else, his sole focus on his green-eyed angel.
Tears slowly fell down Akihiko's face as he sped towards the hospital. He didn't even notice that he ran over the crime scene where Misaki had laid dying, a small piece of paper sticking to the side of his car, unnoticed. His eyes stayed focus ahead, unaware of anything passing by. He sped into the parking deck, rushing into the hospital, his jacket billowing behind him. The sterility of the building was anything but hospitable. Nurses, doctors, and patients mulled about, looking calm and collected. How dare they look anything but miserable? The pungent smell of lemon and bleach tickled his nostrils and burned his lungs. He ran towards the front desk, yelling and screaming for Misaki. The nurse was not impressed.
"Are you a relative of Takahashi's?" She frowned, not bothering to look up. Her patience was spread thin today; she'd had to deal with a certain brown-haired devil.
"No! I'm his lo- his friend. Really close friend." Usagi said breathlessly. The nurse glanced up at Akihiko, her eyes widening.
"Usami Akihiko?!" She gasped, almost falling out of her chair, her glasses askew. Akihiko sighed; he didn't have time for yet another adoring fan.
"Where can I find his room?" Akihiko said urgently.
"Well he's still in surgery…" the woman straightened herself, regaining a professional air. She sat upright in her chair, reading from a small clipboard. "Takahashi-san might not make it, he's in critical condition." She sighed sadly, before continuing on. "I'm very sorry, Usami-san. You can wait in the break room where refreshments are being served. Takahashi-san's surgery should end in about 4 hours, if all goes well." Akihiko's face darkened. He shuffled slowly towards the break room, looking downcast, his face contorting into a mask of pain and anguish. He couldn't lose Misaki; he would rather die.
He didn't even notice Hiroki walking towards him, smiling faintly in greeting before looking concerned.
Thanks for reading this chapter! I really appreciate everyone that reads this :)
Please R&R! I promise to respond to every single one!
I think Misaki having Usagi's card is a little OOC- he would probably insist on paying for it himself. However, in his rush to buy the medicine, he just used the card Usagi gave him ^^
This is the longest chapter I've written so far~ *phew*
I think length is my biggest enemy; it's really hard to write!
Next chapter up today or maybe tomorrow we'll see ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Review Responses:
Yaoifangirlxx: Thank you so much! It's reviews like this that really keep me going :) I hope you'll stay along for the ride and I'm open to any suggestions you have!
AwkwardOtaku16: Where do I even start? I have never been given such an in-depth analysis of my work, and I appreciate it so much. It's really nice to have someone who tells you what to look out for, and I'm taking this advice to heart. Funnily enough, when I saw that you had been given a review, I was reading your story 'Mistakes'. I'm not done reading yet, and I'm excited to see what you'll do to the story :D I'm honored to see such a talented author like yourself review my work and it makes me want to write 10,000 chapters. I hope you will like how I plan out the story and that you'll continue to give such in-depth reviews. My reviews for 'Mistakes' will probably be just encouragement ^^;