A/N I'm baaaack, with chapter 2!

I wanted to wait until I got a few reviews, but since I already have the next few chapters written out anyway, I thought, why not?

After all, I already received one sooner than I expected. Thanks, LokiDokey101!

Anyhoo, you will notice the names I've chosen for unnamed canon/minor OC characters are familiar.

And by that I mean, the same exact name as other characters in Junjo Romantica, and even Sekaiichi Hatsukoi.

They are not the same characters! I just stole their names!

I couldn't find Misaki's parent's names anywhere, and I'm too lazy to make up my own names, so I borrowed some names.

Just had to throw that out there. But without further adieu, Chapter 2!

(Flash back)

Ritsu and Manami drove gingerly down the mountain-sided roads in the dark and cruel storm. They intended to have a nice and relaxing night out together as husband and wife, leaving their two children home for the first time, as the older claimed they would be fine. However, the sudden storm had ruined their plans and they knew it would be best to turn around and head home.

Ritus's phone buzzed in his pocket. He grunted in annoyance, taking a hand off the wheel for a moment to pull it out, and handed it to Manami. "Would you answer it, please? This night has been ruined. I'm in no mood to speak on the phone," he spat.

"Sure," Manami cooed as she took the phone in hand and answered it. "Moshimoshi?" She spoke.

"Mom?" A small voice replied from the other end.

"Oh, honey," Manami said, "what are you doing, calling us now?"

"When are you coming home?"

"We're on our way now. The rain has ruined our night."

"Are you almost home...?"

"I don't know, honey. Please just wait a little while longer."

"I can't!" The younger boy cried into the phone. "Nii-chan is bullying me! I'm scared! I miss you! Please come home! Hurry!" He shouted, obviously drowned in tears by that point in time.

"Oh, dear," Manami said, covering up the bottom of the phone with her free hand.

"What is it now?" Ritsu asked.

"Takahiro is bullying him again."

Ritsu cursed under his breath. Why couldn't their two sons just get along? Why did they have to ruin their night even more? "I'll speed it up, tell him we'll be there soon," Ritsu said. Manami nodded, and brought her attention back to the phone.

"We'll be there soon, sweetie."

"Please..." the small boy said. "Please..."

Hours had passed through the night. There was a knock on the door in the apartment. Takahiro ran to the door and peeked out the small hole to find two police officers standing on the other side. He thought for a moment. His parents had told him not to open the door for anyone, but he was a high school student, smart enough to open the door for the police. He finally did so, and faced them.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Are you Takahiro Takahashi, eldest son of Ritsu and Manami Takahashi?" One of the police officers asked.

"Um, yes," Takahiro confirmed. "Why?"

The two officers looked at each other and back at Takahiro before speaking. "Your parents have died in a car accident."

"It's all your fault!" Takahiro screamed as he shoved his delicate eight-year-old brother into the wall. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" He punched his younger brother in the face, the ribs, the leg, wherever was closest. The police had already left, and nothing was felt but anger and rage by Takahiro.
The younger brother received several more blows before completely collapsing to the ground, drawing blood from every corner of his body. His face stained in tears, he hugged his stomach to ease the pain. He seemed oblivious to the beating he was receiving at the moment. He was more focused on the emotional pain he felt when he had been informed his parents were dead. "It's all your fault... it's all your fault..." Takahiro continued to spit out angrily. That night marked the horror of the rest of Misaki's life.

Takahiro threw Misaki in the guest room that night, closing the door and locking it behind him. The guest room was dark and cold, hardly ever used, Takahiro was aware of this. All he wanted was for Misaki to suffer, and he did.

Misaki was in the room, pounding on the door all night, begging to be let out. He was hurt, scared, pained, and cold and lonely, and he wanted out. Takahiro would come in every once in a while to bring Misaki food and water, but would then turn around and lock him up again. He occasionally let him out to clean the apartment if it was messy, or to cook him a meal when he was not in the mood. Days passed this way, then days turned into weeks, then months, then years, until Misaki's eighteenth year. He was finally old enough to be accepted as a product of the underground slave auction.

(End of flashback)

Everything ached. His head, his stomach, his whole body, and everything inside; his heart, his mind. Nausea swept him like a wave, making him feel dizzy and sick. This was all he knew until he realized, he was awake.

Misaki slowly blinked his eyes open. They were quickly shut tight again after exposure to the light above. He brought a hand to his forehead, groaning in misery. He found the strength to sit up, still clutching his forehead tightly. He opened his eyes again to look around. This room was definitely not a room he had seen before. What happened?

He looked around more. The room was very uncomfortable. It was very dim-lighted, entirely made of wood, and it was a mess. Misaki didn't know how to feel, the last thing he remembered was Takahiro taking him out for a long drive and then... did he fall asleep in the car? But how did he get here?
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sharp pain he felt in his stomach. He clutched it tightly, desperately. He was startled by the sudden quick sounds of footsteps, the door opening, and a dark voice.

"Hello, my sleeping beauty," Takana said huskily as he entered the room. "Excuse the mess, but I didn't bother cleaning it, assuming you would do it yourself in time." Misaki flinched and backed to the opposite end of the bed against the wall. He looked up at his taskmaster horrifyingly. He was scared and confused.
"There's no need to look so frightful, love," Takana said, stepping closer to the bed, causing Misaki to shake in fear even more. Tears unwillingly formed in his emerald eyes out of all the uncertainty. Takana sat on the bed, disregarding the fact that Misaki obviously wanted distance between them. He wiped his tears away with his hand.

"Who... who are you?" Misaki asked, still shaking.

"I'm Takana, but you can call me," he paused before leaning in dangerously close to Misaki's face, "master."

A/N Dun dun duuuun. Misaki's awake!

What do you think will happen next?

Will update soon! Thank you!

-Tiny