Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica
Me: Mmm, sleepy
Nowaki: Cheyanne-chan, you have to say something here
Me: Yeah yeah, I know. I'm getting to it
Hiroki: Hurry up
Me: Okay, I wrote this chapter as an apology for the last chapter being so weak.
Nowaki: Good girl
Hiroki: Get to the next chapter already
Chapter 7
A thought occurred to Hiroki as he was walking home from the University. He began dwelling on it immediately. Why hadn't this occurred to him before? He quickly scanned his brain, to make sure he wasn't forgetting the day, but no, it had never happened. Why? Nowaki was always so pushy about everything so why hadn't he pushed about this?
He reached the apartment, only to find it empty. Nowaki must have been called in to the hospital. Still, he could have left a note…but then, Nowaki was rather bad at that.
…some time later…
Nowaki sighed, glaring at his watch once more. He had been called into the hospital not twenty minutes after Hiro-san had left for school. It hadn't occurred to him until he reached the hospital that he had forgotten to leave a note yet again. He grimaced and picked up the pace. He knew it was too late for him to beat Hiro-san home, but the sooner he arrived, the better.
"Tadaima," he called out as he stepped into his and Hiro-san's apartment.
"Okaeri," Hiroki replied from the kitchen which radiated the smell of fried wontons. Nowaki kicked off his shoes, tossed his lab coat on the coat hook and hurried into the kitchen. He found Hiroki at the stove, watching the wontons to make sure they didn't burn. Nowaki crept up behind him and wrapped his arms around the older man's chest. "Baka, get off! I have to watch the food."
Nowaki sighed and released him after kissing the back of his lover's neck. He smiled when Hiroki shivered after the brief touch, before turning away to set the table.
…
"Um, Nowaki…" Hiroki stared at his half empty plate, unable to meet Nowaki's eyes.
"What is it, Hiro-san?" Nowaki wondered why Hiro-san looked so uncomfortable.
"I…I, it occurred to me that you've never actually met my parents."
Nowaki froze. Hiroki refused to look at his young lover. Nowaki stared at him. "Hiro-san—?"
"Well, my parents don't know that I'm…well, that I'm not into girls. But, I've been with you for seven years and well, I have met your Mom now, so maybe we could go to my Mom's and Dad's house and I could introduce you." Finally mustering up his courage, he looked up at Nowaki. He froze when he saw Nowaki's glowing expression. He looked incredibly beautiful. "You know, if you want to."
"Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered, sounding breathless. "I'd be honored. Of course I want to meet your parents."
"W-well, that's settled then." Hiroki immediately returned to attacking his food. "I'll call mother later tonight."
As it happened, he did not manage to call his mother or anyone else that night, nor did he get the dishes done or anything else productive. In fact, the moment the table was cleared, an overexcited Nowaki captured Hiroki and dragged him off to the bedroom. Hiroki happily complied. He would call his mother in the morning.
…The next morning…
Hiroki stood beside the phone, glowering down at it. It was rather dented from being thrown so often when he was mad. After a few moments, he finally pulled up the phone and dialed his Mom's number. It rang twice and then stopped, midway through the third.
"Hello? Kamijou residence."
"Mother?"
"Hiroki?" His mother yelped. "Is that you?"
"Yeah, Mom, it's me." Hiroki rubbed his forehead, stressing.
"Oh, baby, how are you?"
"I'm okay."
"You sound stressed, what's wrong?" She sounded genuinely worried.
"Mom, I have to tell you and Dad something."
"What is it sweetie?"
"I need to tell you in person."
"Oh, well, come over tonight for dinner."
"Okay."
"Excellent, I'll see you tonight."
"Right, oh, Mom?"
"Yes sweetie?"
"Oh don't call me that."
She laughed heartily. "What is it, Hiroki?"
"Can you set the table for four?"
There was silence on the other end for a few moments, before a muffled giggle erupted on the phone. "Oh, Hiroki! You've finally found—"
"I'm hanging up now, Mom. I'll see you tonight."
"O-okay," she gasped as Hiroki slammed down the phone. He heaved a sigh and turned around to see Nowaki standing right behind him.
He jerked back and yelped, "No-Nowaki, what—?" Hiroki stopped short as Nowaki kissed him.
When he pulled away he leaned his forehead against Hiroki's and murmured, "So what time is dinner?"
"Starts at seven."
"So we should leave here at six."
"Yeah…um, one thing.'
"What is it?"
"Um well, Akihiko's family's estate is more or less next door."
Nowaki's eyes widened. "What?"
"Well, I know Akihiko almost never goes home, but I just thought I should warn you in case something weird happens."
"Uh, yeah." Nowaki pulled away a bit. He hated talking about that man.
Hiroki looked slightly upset, though he was quick to hide it. "Ah, anyway, you should get ready for work."
"I am ready."
"Well then, I have to go get ready for the job at the flower shop."
"Mmhmm." Hiroki looked mildly upset but turned and went into the main hall to put on his shoes.
Nowaki stood still for a moment as guilt flooded him. He didn't want Hiro-san to leave while they were not on great terms with each other. He dashed over to Hiroki, who was reaching for the door knob. "Hiro-san," he gasped, slamming a hand against the door.
"What?" Hiroki was cut off as Nowaki spun him and kissed him hard, slamming his back against the door. Their lips battled for dominance for a moment before Nowaki pulled back. Hiroki gasped for air.
"I'll see you tonight, Hiro-san. I love you."
Hiroki grunted and muttered, "I love you, too, brat." Then he opened the door, and left, struggling to calm himself and get rid of the color he was sure was filling his face.
TBC
It was fun writing this chapter. Sorry for no dialogue, I can't really think of any at this moment.
I actually came up with the idea of Nowaki meeting Hiroki's parents while I was writing my annoying lists. Anyway, please review.
