A/N : Sometimes I wonder who invented school... My school started just last week and already I'm bombarded with projects I have no idea on what to do with. That didn't make any sense... XD Well, I have no idea what I should do for these projects.

Anyhow, I'm really sorry for not having posted this earlier. This is one of the reasons I hate school. It gets in the way of my writing!

Maybe I'm a bit late in saying this but if you are a Justin Timberlake and Michael Jackson fan, you should check out their new single. I know Michael is dead but I have no idea how or when this was made but it was released recently O.o It's called "Love Never Felt So Good"

So I decided to send HC Misaki to school, it'll apply to HC Shinobu and Hc Nowaki, with the exception of Nowaki already getting a job because of his experience ^^ Now I seriously wonder whether I should bring in that guy who made the HCs in the first place... Mmm...

DISCLAIMER : Hybrid Child does not belong to me, neither does Junjou Romantica but this is my idea to combine the two together!

~ Hybrid Egoist - Chapter 02 ~

The weary professor slumped on his couch after having carefully removed the stack of books which were a threat to his safety. He sighed and rubbed his aching temples with his fingers, he was always accustomed to the silence of his apartment. It made him think as though he were in a library, it gave him a feeling of happiness.

He had always loved literature, it never seemed to be a chore when his parents told him to read. As a child, he was interested in words and sayings and his best friend was the dictionary.

He cocked his head towards the parcel and raised his eyebrows. He couldn't help but feel curious, who on Earth would be sane enough to send him a package? He had made it clear that he didn't want anything from the students and the students were happy enough to file out of his classroom as soon as the lesson was over. To them, he was Onii Kamijou, the teacher who pelted them with books unless they studied.

Soon enough, he found himself tearing the wrapping open, revealing a strange doll-like figure which was practically gargantuan size. Well, it seemed a few feet taller than him anyway.

The doll had hair which seemed to be of a bluish black, it neatly framed the face which was adorned by a pleasant smile even though it didn't seem to be awake or such.

Kamijou stared at the pamphlet in his hands as he tried to assess what he should do. He was debating whether it would be a good idea to toss it out, give it to a small girl or possibly to keep it for himself. Though he did not want to admit it, he liked the look of it. Even though it seemed to be free of all the danger in the world, the smile on it's face gave it the charm.

"Kusama... Nowaki?"

The doll sat up abruptly, opening eyes which were revealed to be a rare shade of navy blue. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Kusama Nowaki, thank you for being my owner." It bowed.


~ Hybrid Terrorist - Chapter 01 ~

Miyagi was content with having bullied his assistant professor, Kamijou Hiroki. Indeed, he always loved to tease the man. Considering that it was easy to make him flustered and to make him uncomfortable at the same time, Miyagi would go to such unreachable depths to make the impossible happen. Which was also why he had arrived home late.

Shopping for a nasty trick sweet was his plan and he had managed to get a one which looked incredibly deceiving to the naked-eye. The wrapper was orange and it didn't seem harmful at all but he was informed by the shopkeeper that the sweet itself was of such a bitter flavor, that when bitten, people must resist the urge to throw-up and puke.

With a whistle of a tune he himself had made up, he opened his apartment door only to be greeted by the sight of the shoes belonging to a woman. He sighed, closing the door behind him and surveyed the place to see if there were any changes.

"Oh, Miyagi, there you are. I was about to dump this garbage to you, I don't have time for it anymore." Shrugged Risako Takatsuki, thrusting a "human" towards Miyagi and then leaving in a guilty manner.

Miyagi almost collapsed with the force of being pushed with such a thing. "Dammit..." He cursed, rubbing the back of his head and glaring at the human. "Oi... You'd better get out of my apartment..." He stated gruffly.

The human just lay still, in a manner as though it were dead.

"Oi! I'm talking to you..." He muttered, tapping the brown-head with the tip of his shoe. "Damn you Takatsuki..." He cursed, glancing at the time and then moving towards the kitchen.

The doll propped itself up and stared at the departing figure, blinking large grey eyes which were soon narrowed into tiny slits. "Yō Miyagi." It mumbled to itself, as if determining the fate of something terrible.


~ Hybrid Romantica - Chapter 02 ~

Usami Akihiko rubbed at his eyes and somehow forced himself to sit up. He didn't recall having collapsed on the floor however, staring at the blank screen of his laptop made him realize what exactly had happened. Spending time on thinking up a new storyline for his next book was rare and unfortunately for him, he had fallen asleep again.

What surprised him was the delicious smell which seemed to come from his kitchen. Thoroughly mystified, he pushed the door open himself only to find the doll from the morning beside the stove. It happened to be stirring something.

"What are you doing?" He found himself asking, crossing his broad shoulders and trying to take on a serious tone to his voice.

"You seemed tired so I thought you wouldn't mind a meal... Forgive me if I have done wrong in doing so." The HC Misaki bowed apologetically, his actions able to be passed off as completely human.

"What were you cooking?"

"Rice and curry, wieners and salmon. Why?"

"Make them octopus wieners!" Akihiko exclaimed in determination, gazing deeply into Misaki's emerald eyes.

"EH?! Are you still a kid or something?" Stated the incredulous kid, hesitant to do so in fear that it was simply in jest.

"Will... I... Never have... Octopus wieners?" Akihiko croaked out weakly, suddenly collapsing beside Misaki.

"OKAY! You stupid Usagi-san, you're not a kid anymore!" Misaki scolded, obliging to his command with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Besides you're a great novelist!" He continued, his cheeks turning pink.

"How do you know about that?!"