Melt - Sorry it took so long to get this out and for its bad quality…

I do not own Junjou romantica… im not a genius you know

It had been nearly three days since Misaki turned away from Usagi's condo and he was starting to feel the difference. Even though he have been living with Nowaki-san and kamijou-sempai been feeling more than lonely, It was almost like there weren't there at all. He spent most his time since he had left only thinking about the author and he soon to be children. He couldn't understand why he couldn't have both and why his lover wouldn't understand.

Instead of thinking he tried to keep him self busy around there house, doing the usual things such as cleaning and dusting, but Nowaki kept stopping him. He said it was because he was ill he should be resting not cleaning, plus he was a guest, but that just made him feel useless and like a burden. He even tried too cook for them to show his appreciation but they wouldn't even let him do that. So he spent most of his time watching television or just lounging on the sofa.

"Misaki what did you want for breakfast today?"

It was Nowak's turn to cook that morning and he always asked me what I wanted for food. If it was Hiroki it would be whatever he could be bothered to make that day. But he was always grateful to them for looking after him for so long.

Misaki thought long and hard about what he wanted that morning and for some peculiar reason he really wanted sausages and egg… And maple syrup. This was very strange and had been happing a lot recently. He wondered if this anything to do with being pregnant because he heard women get strange craving when there pregnant. That also explained why he had be crying so much because that was another feature of being pregnant.

"Can I have Egg and sausages and… well can I have it with maple syrup. I know its strange I just like it and I don't know why.… if its not too much trouble."

Nowaki looked taken aback by this request. Now he had heard of people like weird things, but eggs and syrup. It sounded a lot like the types of things The kids parents say to them about what they ate while they are pregnant. This started to cross his mind that that point, such as the recent news he had heard at the hospital about the new virus. It had been the very reason, even though he wanted kids, he had be careful regarding Hiro-san, since he didn't want to hurt him when he wasn't ready. Maybe, Misaki could have it. In his mind Nowaki decide he was going to ask him as soon as Hiroki wasn't there.

"Not any trouble at all."

Nowaki lead the conversation at breakfast like always since Misaki and Hiroki stayed silent most of the time and only spoke when they needed too. He did so haply until Hiroki Noticed that the clock had struck 8:05, which meant that he was now 5 whole minutes late for work and if he didn't hurry he would miss his train.

"BAKA! I'm late"

He quickly rushed up grabbing the last of his things, including his briefcase and slipped his shoes on, he opened the door and then suddenly stopped and turned to face inwards to the building.

"Takahashi if you step foot into my classroom, I swear I will kill you!"

And with that he ran out of the building as fast as he could in an attempt to not miss his train. Though at the same time both Nowaki and Misaki stared at the slammed door shocked. Nowaki, being a little sad at not getting his good morning kiss, turned to Misaki and explained to what his had lover just said.

"I know it might not seem like it, but by that he means he wants you to stay here because your ill."

Nowaki smiled at the teen and beckoned him in to sit down. The charcoal-haired man Watched has the teen sat down, contemplating how he should go about asking him about "his medical condition"

"Misaki, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm a doctor and I would understand better. Is there any chance you contracted the new virus. Is there any chance that your…. Pregnant?"

The teens eye flew open and stared at Nowaki in shock. How did he know that misaki had caught the strange virus. How did he guess. But all of that didn't matter because the moment he said it tears well up in teens eyes and started to drip down his cheeks. Not only that but suddenly words escaped from his mouth and the truth behind what had happened in the last few days lingered in the air.

The charcoaled-haired man, feeling sorry for the teen, pulled him close and hugged him while he cried. Nowaki thought that it was a terrible thing that man had said to him and it had made him hate him even more then he already did. He could never do something like that to his beloved Hiro-san, the thought wouldn't have even crossed his mind.

Once the teen had calmed down Nowaki began to console him and give him some advice to help him.

"Misaki, do you love Usagi?"

"Yes…"

"Then, I think you should go ad see him. Give him another chance to explain and then make your decision. If he really loves you he would have changed his mind."

Misaki thought about this, and even thought he still hurt so much from what his lover had said before, He decided he would call him to tell him that they needed to talk. The teen gathered all his strength and headed towards the phone. Slowly he dialled in the number and waited for it to contact. For some reason it seemed to take for ever for it to stop ringing, but then a thought crossed his mind. What if Usagi didn't answer the call because he was busy? What if he didn't care that misaki had been gone? What if he didn't love the teen any more?

As those thoughts crossed his mind the phone connected with the other side, but the voice wasn't his lovers. It sounded like his editor.

"Hello….Where am I? I'm…. Wait what?…. HOSPITAL?…. Which one?"

Misaki hung the phone up quickly as he heard the news. Usagi was going to the hospital and he had to be there. Tears ran down his face as he bolted towards the door and quickly put on his shoes.

"Misaki! What's happened!""

"I have to go! He's in the hospital… I have to…"

And with that Misaki was out the door and down the street.

I hoped you like it, and I was wondering, if people like the story enough do they want me to write right up to where they have the kids or… not? Please review I love hearing them