Junjou Romantist

Flying across the pavement of Tokyo, Akihiko's knuckles turned white, clenching at the steering wheel. His stomach kept twisting new knots, something was not right and he knew it. Misaki left his phone at the house and suddenly disappeared. All the gruesome scenarios ran through his mind, Misaki's smiling face flashed in a brief memory before leaving. Usami stepped on his breaks, looking at the large line of traffic stretching on the road before him.

"Fuck, I don't have time for this." The author cursed, whipping a U-Turn to pull into the next lane, driving further up the street, he noticed the road ahead. A car was stopped in the middle of an intersection and behind that car, a distant figure rested on the ground. Cautiously, Akihiko slowly pressed his right foot down and began driving past the cars beside him. The closer he found himself, the worse his heart pounded.

As the body laying on the ground became more clear, Usagi could feel terror wrapping his body in an icy chill, parking his car and staggering in panic out of the driver's seat. He raced towards his lover's stock-still body, cascading underneath his mass, trembling, clammy palms eschewing to reach out for him, to hold him, to protect him. But he knew properly enough that the insensible order Misaki was in, handling his shattered frame would do no good. Cupping a hand over his mouth, shaking his head in denial.

Misaki's round, helpless face shaded in dark, black and purple bruises, his lips parted slightly and covering his base lip was blood flowing out from his cavern, drenching his hole bottom chin and staining his gray t-shirt. More plasma formed a puddle behind Misaki's head, blotching the crossroad. The male's right arm laid limp, tumefying as seconds pass, as he stayed unconscious, his breathing became rough as though something internally was parlous sabotage.

"No.." he wept, leaning over the young boy. Quivering his large hand Misaki's unscathed hand, grasping weakly at his lover's slim limb. "Oh, god.." Trying to remain strong, Usami's violet orbs grew moist at the vision of his other half. The condition of the hazel boy was not enough for the novelist to operate correctly. Outrage built itself inside Akihiko's mind, self-control breaking down with each scanning of his body. If I hadn't been gone all day, if I stayed home with him.. If I watched over him, if I stayed by his side.. None of this would have been able to happen. He wouldn't even be here right now. It's all my fault.

Streams of water leaked, bending to the configuration of his toned visage, falling onto asphalt. There was so much left unspoken, so much he wish he could do. To caress him, to make it all better. But, with the frightening situation; he could only sulk in sadness and pray for Misaki's awakening. Sirens soon were apprehended from behind, arriving to the scene pronto.

Medics jumped out the back of the ambulance with a solitary gurney, as the two males heaved the uke to the portable bed, Usami stretched his arm up to Misaki, clenching his palm shut. Feeling like his heart was being ripped away from him as Misaki dispersed behind ambulance doors. Akihiko's arm faltered to his side, trying to regather himself. The ambulance was off in less than a second, taking the injured student to safety.

"Don't go.." Akihiko whimpered.

Covering his face in his hands, Akihiko sat alone in the emergency's waiting room to be informed of how Misaki was doing. Akihiko wanted to know so badly how Misaki was doing and when he would awake, nothing compares to not knowing anything. Worry and fear overwhelmed the elder; he was all the seme had, he needed Misaki the most, if something trauma happened, he wouldn't know how to deal with it. He's not prepared to take such horrid news.

"Akihiko!" Takahiro shouted from down the hall, rushing to his long-term friend's side in tears. His wife followed behind with a face full of trouble. "Where is he? Where is my brother?" he sobbed.

Usami found himself speechless, his mouth hung ajar. The atmosphere held such an intimidating feeling. The long halls extended beyond the emergency room like a walkway of terror. As Usagi debated on what he could respond, he was soon distracted by the doctor emerging from behind the closed exigency doors. Takahiro snapped his head in the direction of the physician, Usami was quick to get on his feet with anticipation.

"What happened? Is Misaki okay?!" Takahiro shouted, incapable to keep himself composed. Akihiko stood with silence, impatience mushrooming within.

The doctor's face preserved a straight face, alarming the two anxious men. A small sigh escaped his lips, this was always hard for the male. The physician was tall, with dark blue hair and pale skin, his eyes were a complimenting dark, navy-blue. Delivering this news was always a battle for the fresh doctor, he knew that both would fall into destruction. The clinician, Nowaki Kusama began the bad news.

"Takahashi was injured really critical. His body was thrown over the car and from the impact of the hood, his ribs broken and pierced through his lungs. On top of severely broken ribs, his arm took a fatal head-on impact from the car as well.." Nowaki sighed, trying to keep his composure. "Besides his lungs being punctured, his head had taken a pretty bad hit from the pavement. Um.." Nowaki skimmed his documentation papers. "There's just so much wrong. His tiny anatomy couldn't take on such a massive collision. There's a few more internal injuries."

Akihiko wanted to fall to his knees, but Takahiro had beaten him to it. He kept crying, whispering 'Oh god..' repeatedly. Usami could feel his legs shake from the sudden pressure of his weight, rubbing his hand on his cheek, he inhaled sharply, furrowing his brows to try and push away the feeling of wanting to break out. Forcing himself to talk, clearing his throat. "..S-So.. Will he be okay?"

Nowaki pursed his lips, a saddened look coming on his face but yet he quickly smiled at the two. "Extensive surgery is already undertaking as we speak. We're doing everything he can. It was pure luck for him to be in a public place so the ambulance was able to get there in time. If not.. the amount of blood he was loosing could have been.. very fatal."

A gasp escaped Akihiko's lips, he was hitting a breaking point. Misaki... being in a room with surgeons standing over him, opening him up and having do... Such gruesome things, feared Usagi. He wasn't sure he could handle much more. "Please, please do tell me that you have the best surgeons.." his lips trembled.

"There are. You have nothing to worry about, either of you. But with the impact, it will be several weeks before he completely recovers. And.. he's in a coma."

That was it.

Breaking out in a feeble cry, Akihiko, once again, held his face in his hands. His legs shook and he tried with all his strength to stop, but he just couldn't. How could he? Misaki was beaten up, he was in a coma for god only knows how long, and to make things worse he was stuck in surgery that will last hours on end. Doctor Kusama lowered his head, his face moving towards depression. He felt so horrible delivering this kind of news because both of the men, were now broken down. In the midst of the moment, the front doors of the hospital flew open.

Nowaki shot his head up and there stood Hiroki.

"Hiro-san?" Nowaki squawked in surprise.

"Where is he? Is he going to be alright, Nowaki?" Hiroki panicked, rushing towards Nowaki.

Akihiko, still in tears, shifted his eyes to see the male standing a little in front of him. It was Hiroki. With widened eyes, Akihiko's sobs came to a stop, a look of confusion painted itself on his face. Why was Hiroki so concerned?

"Eh? Do you know him?" Nowaki blinked with confusion.

"He's my student. I just finished talking to him nearly an hour ago. This is tragic, I should have kept a close eye on him but—"

"What?" Akihiko interrupting, the sleeve of his jacket being used to wipe away his tears. "You spoke with Misaki?"

Hiroki wasn't surprised when he pivoted around to see his old friend there, considering the fact that it was Misaki they were all here for. "Yes. I did speak with him."

Akihiko wanted to ask about what, but it just didn't seem quite important at the moment to get jealous. Nowaki watched the two as they stared, shifting a puzzled look from his lover to Usami. "Hiro-san, what did you have to speak with Takahashi about?" Nowaki spoke, answering Usami's thinking.

As though his ears perked up like a cats, Akihiko was listening in closely to make sure he got every detail. What did Hiroki have to say to Misaki?

"I took him out for some coffee." Hiroki started. "He's a student of mine, as mentioned already. And we bumped into each other... He seemed so, anguished. I felt horrible him and I ended up giving him some comfort."

Anguished..? About what? Usami thought. As far as he was concerned, Misaki woke up in a great mood. Nothing had seemed off about him.. So what could he have been so down about? Reaching around the depths of his memory, Usagi thought of any explanation as to why Misaki was so depressed. He had to be really upset in order for Hiroki Kamijou to stand up and try to cheer the boy up. Staggering his eyes around the blinding hall, searching for answers a sudden guilt rose.

..Did he.. See Takahiro and I together and began to think something was up?

His violet eyes expanded, without a doubt he felt certainty. And now.. The other question is, what did Hiroki tell Misaki? A shot of anger went through his backbone, he stiffly made his was to Hiroki and in a low, threatening voice with darkness laying in his eyes said, "Come with me."

Nowaki watched the two, feeling the strong tension Usami Akihiko was letting off. As Nowaki went to say something, he was stopped before he could even get the first sound out by Hiroki. "Don't worry, Nowaki." Hiroki assured before he turned back with a returning glare and followed the tall man behind.

Standing outside, Usami leaned against the brick wall, strands of his hair falling in front of his face to hide the infuriating gaze Akihiko held from when they stood in the hospital. Biting down on his lip, once Hiroki stood before him, he snapped. "What in the hell did you tell Misaki?" Akihiko growled.

Hiroki kept an expressionless face, in his heart; he knew that he didn't commit any crime. So, nonchalantly, he tipped his head and smiled. "I told him that you and I were friends."

"Bullshit. That's not all."

The hoarse in the enraged novelist's voice began to offend the professor. Furrowing brown eyebrows, Hiroki shrugged trying to keep his cool. "Look, what I told him wasn't wrong. I tried helping him out. I explained to him that you're an interesting individual and I cannot comprehend you, I also talked about the graved feelings I once had for you."

Usami jumped at the smaller male, grabbing him by his shirt collar he yanked him closer. "Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell made you think you had the right to put that shit in his mind?" Akihiko barked with clenched teeth.

Kamijou was quick to shove him off. "What right do I have? What right do you have? Taking that poor boy and walking all over him when you know that you still love Takahiro! You're just using him for a replacement."

The argument escalated quickly, Akihiko had lost his control. He couldn't hold in his tears and now he couldn't hold in the volcanic rage. "Fuck you." Usagi snapped. "You just had to fucking go and put more shit into his head. Did you really have to say such a thing? I get you wanted to comfort him, but how is putting that crap in his head going to help?! And what right do you have telling Misaki how I feel?"

Fearfully, Hiroki took a step back. It wasn't like the natural-calmed author to blow up like this. In the years he knew him, Usami was always known for holding in his emotions. To break out like this was.. not like him at all. Fidgeting as he felt culpable, the hazel-eyed professor compressed his lips together. Everything the male said was true. What right did Hiroki have to put all those thoughts in Misaki's head? If he hadn't, maybe Misaki wouldn't have surgery being done on him at this moment. Because, if he refrained from saying all those things Misaki wouldn't had been so distracted when crossing the road.

"You know what—I don't have time for this. I have Misaki to worry about. I do not have time to dig up the past. Just stay away from him, next time you feel like sticking up for someone, do it better. Instead of bringing your personal grudges into the conversation." With that, Usagi turned his back on Hiroki and vanished behind the two entrance doors.

Hiroki froze in his spot, feeling way out of place. Akihiko had a point... He hadn't said such things to the poor boy. Even though Hiroki was trying to lend an open hand, it was just.. wrong.

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