I'm really sorry for the long delay of update. It's been a stressful month for me, while my thesis is stuck and I just got home from my internship abroad. And for that, I'll give you a longer chapter this time, and bonus the smut of Egoist pairing (if you don't mind).
Hope you enjoy it.
They arrive at the building which has a big sign of letter "B" above the main entrance. The green eyed boy passes through a double iron door subsequently after his bag got checked by few more wardens who were standby there. His belongings need to be inspected and listed on a form handed by the warden. Misaki just scowled with every nasty comment uttered by the warden as he take out Suzuki-san and Usami Akihiko's book…not until the warden finds his medicines.
"You brought drugs!" The warden exclaimed, fishing out two bottles of pills from his bag.
Misaki was intimidated enough to rebut the warden. "It's antibiotic! And it's my compulsory medicine!"
"There is no report about you having any sickness!" Misaki was prepared to yell back his argument before the warden tapped the bottles on the table and stood up. "That's enough! I'm going to get this to the infirmary to be confirmed first. You can take the rest." He said firmly
"Wh-what? I need it, please-" Before Misaki could plea more, his bag and a uniform was thrown to his direction. Not having any second to breath or rest, the angry warden dragged him again to a lesser illuminated corridor until they were in front of a much larger door than the previous one. The warden opened it with his key its sound screeching through Misaki's ears..
As they step inside, Misaki couldn't believe what was laid in front of him. All four walls were covered by so many iron doors in a row, indicating that those were cells with respective numbers above each door. All the doors were opened and some inmates were outside their cells, mostly they assembled as a group, playing cards or just talking. Several guarding wardens stood at every corner to watch the inmates' activities.
Unfortunately for Misaki, the inmates had realized his presence sooner and he now under their scrutinizing eyes. Slowly, silence crept in the hall. Several inmates who were inside some cells looked up curiously to a newcomer who was guided to the stairs, low whispers echoing inside the hall.
"Newbie?" the first one said
"He's the one who stabbed an Usami…"
"Seriously? I thought he gay-raped the victim?" another one whispered in shock.
And few more whisperings that kept tearing Misaki's heart more. One voice shouted from afar, "Why the hell he's put in here, then?" More inmates agreed to this, as their replies echoed through the hall.
"Shouldn't he be in a jail already?"
"Hah, he's got to be more dangerous than any of us." An inmate said while smirking at Misaki
"He just looks innocent. I can't stand it." Someone else said in dismay.
The warden shouted "SHUT UP!" to them and all the noises disappear in the background. Misaki's face sunk, being aware enough that the harsh whispers still lingering around and the feeling of hundred pairs of glaring eyes watching his every move.
This is my first day here, and I already got this…
"But, how did they know?" He mumbled to himself. He couldn't help but feel dejected after the "warm" welcome he receives from those people.
After what it seems like eternity of walking, they reached the left wing of the second floor. Misaki stood in front of sixteenth cell, his room for the next 365 days.
"B-216. Here you are," said the warden, widening the already slightly opened door. There was a rusty two-leveled-bunk bed at a right corner and a door leading to a toilet cubicle at the opposite of the bed. The grey colored wall gave a gloomy feeling although morning sunshine could be seen clearly from a square barred window. His new room was far different from a normal room; far different from his room. The place was dusty, rusty, and filthy everywhere he looked. Not even a fresh air could be consumed in the room.
Misaki had actually expected the worst, although he couldn't help but thinking,
How on earth can I survive even a year in this cage?
Misaki clenched his fist on his bag and gulped as he entered the room when the warden finally left him. While wondering if he'd be alone in the room, Misaki closed the door and put his bag near it. He undid his clothes to change the grey uniform. He jumped suddenly as rustling sound came from the bunk bed behind him.
"Yo," an unknown man said calmly, popped his head out of the blanket on top of him on the lower bed. His eyes looked up and down at the naked body of the boy in front of him who was still clenching his uniform and glowered back to the stranger. "I confirmed that you're a man."
"Huh? Isn't this school for male only?" Misaki asked dumbfounded.
"It is," confirmed the stranger as he faced the wall side on the bed and his hand searching for something on his head side. He found it—it was a round lenses glasses—and wore it on his face as he positioned himself, sitting on the edge of the bed. "But I never expect someone named Misaki is a male." The guy said amusedly while putting his newly-found glasses.
"Geez," Misaki frowned and continued to button his uniform shirt. "My bad for having a girl's name. But, wait! How do you know about me?"
"Well, everybody knows." He pointed the room's door. However, Misaki looked puzzled. He remembered clearly that his trial with Haruhiko had no reporters or mass media involved in it. He even recalled the police officer said that the Usami didn't want to leak that out to the world for some reason.
"Sumi Keiichi," Sumi said, smiling elusively as he offered his hand to Misaki. "Nice to meet you, Mi-sa-ki."
"Strange, you're the only one here who felt nice for knowing me." Misaki tilted his head to his side to hide his annoyed face from hearing the way Sumi called him, then he shook the other man's hand.
"Let those people be. I don't really give a damn about your doing to Usami." Sumi replied in static and leaned his head on his palm. "Besides, I'm a good senpai who wants nothing but to greet his new roommate. I've been lonely in this room since the oldest inmate got free last month. And now I'm the oldest senior."
Misaki, who was about to grab his bag, suddenly stopped as he heard the "senpai" word.
"Sumi… senpai," Misaki said awkwardly. "Is this really a school?"
"Only if you find harsh jobs are educating." Sumi answered non-chalantly.
"You mean the construction site?" Misaki was frightened at the thoughts of that place, even though he looked at it from afar on the cargo train this morning.
"Kinenkan was about to expand its area. That's why recently they need fresh limbs to be the construction labors, who happends to be first year inmates like you."
Misaki was mentally slapped by the fact. He might have expected the worst about this place, but he had no idea of what he was going to do here. "Do you also work there?" he asked.
"It was just my luck that the site construction began when I entered my second year here. And here I am currently assigned in the kitchen."
"Oh…" Misaki sunk his eyes down, staring at the dusty floor below him.
"Now, now. Do you regret that you did those things to an Usami?" Sumi asked, still leaning on his palm while he observed Misaki from the corner of his eyes.
"I didn't do it!" Misaki snapped, while anger covered sorrow on his face. "All I want is to thank Usagi-san personally!"
"Thank the rabbit?" his senpai asked innocently.
"I mean, Usami Akihiko. But then his brother framed me! I didn't do anything wrong to any Usami at all!"
"Usami… Akihiko?" Sumi asked curiously over the name. Misaki wasn't expecting Sumi to respond with that name.
"What about him?" he asked as something about Sumi's reaction piqued his interest.
"Nothing." Sumi hummed in satisfaction before he said, "I trust your innocence then."
"What? Why?"
"Because you don't look like a bad guy." Sumi snorted mockingly to his own lines while Misaki couldn't help but to thankfully smile at him.
"Unfortunately," Sumi cut off Misaki's relieved moment. "My trust in you won't help you out of any torments ahead."
And "torment" was the most fitting word that explained Misaki's activities in the next 2 weeks. At 6 AM he'd be woken up with cold water splashed on his face by the warden. True, Misaki was an early-riser, but after he worked at the construction below the burning sun for about 6 hours non-stop for lifting rocks, plowing ground, and dragging bricks with a cart had; making him overly fatigued in the first few days. While some other inmates helped each other to speed up the progress of their work and lighten their burden together, Misaki got help from no one because of all the inmates' wrong impression on him on his first day in Kinenkan. With all the harsh and tiring doings, his body actually needed more sleep, especially when he couldn't do it properly with a thin blanket and mosquitoes crowding the room.
"Think of it as a P.E. class in high school." Sumi smiled on his bed as he saw how Misaki climbed shakily to the upper level of the bed one night. Misaki didn't know if he should be smile or frowning, having known that he had a friend who tried to at least encourage him, but at the same time it felt like he was mocking him because everything back in high school was much much easier than any of these.
Also, there were times when all the first year inmates had to attend what they called 'sharing sessions'. Before Misaki attended one, Sumi said that it was nothing to be worried of, because it was just a moment where inmates shared their crime and was forced to plan whatever that could atone their sins under the supervision of a psychologist.
Few hourslater, Misaki found himself between 7 other inmates, who, since the start of the session, yelled and punched each other furiously while the psychologist only observed all the inmates attitudes and jotted them down on a note. The only benefit of that chaotic situation which happened every time the session started was Misaki wouldn't have to say anything about his crime to Haruhiko, which, he believed, was not his crime.
The meal set thrice a day cooked by other inmates didn't help but to fill Misaki's empty stomach, but not to recover his malnutrition and lost of immunity that grew worse as his 10 days had passed without Tsumori's medicine. Sometimes he found withered cabbage and green pepper slices along with almost-rotten meat or chicken. Those dirty contaminants from the food wouldn't really affect any of the inmates as long as they don't have any particular disease. But it was different for Misaki's body.
"Couldn't be helped," explain Sumi regarding that matter. "Soils around here are not good, and it took a long time for the ingredients to be transported here by a cargo train."
On the 12th day, around 8PM, Misaki got out of one of 16 shower cubicles in the room. He shivered to the cold and gritted his teeth as he clenched his fists to the medium sized towel covering his lower body. This happens every night from the day he got admitted to Kinenkan because he was the only first year inmate who was assigned in building B. Also his schedule was different from the others so he had to take the left overs and that included the cold water for his shower.
He quickly dried up his body and wore his uniform. When he got back to his room, he immediately noticed that his bag is open. Sitting comfortably on his bed, Sumi read Akihiko's storybooks that Misaki got from Haruhiko's mansion.
"Oi, Sumi-senpai! Don't open someone's bag without permission!" He scowled as he forcibly pulled the book from Sumi's hands.
"So, you'd punish me now?" He smirked confidently as he pulled back the book from Misaki and opened the last page he was reading on. "This is interesting."
"Well if you want to, you could always ask to me first!"
"As if I knew what's inside your bag." Misaki admitted defeat as he sighed and grabbed his bag. He gasped upon noticing Tsumori's letter still lingering inside it.
"Oh, God. I always forgot to bring this to the infirmary!"
"What?" Sumi asked, uninterested.
"A letter of statement about my body's condition from a doctor in NPA. It was written so I can get more antibiotics here. But it'd be a waste since I've stopped consuming them because they were confiscated the moment I got here." Misaki explained.
In hope of any comment came out of Sumi, Misaki paused long before he realized that the other guy is too focused on the storybook to pay attention on what Misaki was saying. Sighing for the umpteenth time, he climbed to his bed and searched for Suzuki-san clumsily, accidentally batting it away off to the ground near Sumi's bed. There was a soft thud sound followed by the sound of a book put on the bed roughly. Misaki was a bit surprised as Sumi's hand reached the upper bed to slightly throw Suzuki-san to him.
"You're so cute that even when you go to sleep, you have to hug a toy," said Sumi as he got back to the storybook. "Is it from your girlfriend?" he asked without even glancing at Misaki's direction.
"No… It's my last birthday present from Usagi-san…"
Sumi hummed mysteriously. "This… Usami Akihiko, right?"
Misaki couldn't help but wonder about the hidden meaning behind his senpai's tone. He was oblivious of the fact that the older teen had reached the last page of the book; the page of the author, Usami Akihiko.
"All of you is about Usami Akihiko, it seems. Do you like him?"
"Wha-? I am a normal Japanese man, and he is a man." Misaki peeked down to see the man below his bed and frowned to him. "I'm. Not. Gay."
Sumi snorted. "And who said that liking other man is absolutely gay thing? Oh, Misaki, your denial is cute."
Misaki's face went scarlet and he quickly lied back. "Like I said before, senpai, I barely met him until two weeks ago. What I know that he is so busy."
"No wonder, especially when you know he had helped police solved several serious cases."
"Cases?" The green eyed boy creased his brows. "I only know him as a law book writer."
Getting no response from his senior below, Misaki sat and pondered on what Sumi said. "Senpai?"
"Oops, sorry. I was just thinking that the last case he solved was about 2 years ago, before he announced that he'd like to focus on writing some kind of law documentation… "
"Wow, senpai, you sure know about him a lot! I've never seen that news on TV."
Sumi closed the book and threw it back to Misaki's bag on the floor. He put off his glasses and turned his back to his bed. "If I'm not wrong, he used a fake name while helping police. He also used that name sometimes as a penname for some of his books." He continued.
Sumi tapped his feet to the upper bed. "It's a shame that you don't know anything. You said that you're the brother of his best friend, right? I think he really likes you. He helped you a lot even before you met each other."
Misaki was actually relieved that he had a friend as nice as Sumi in Kinenkan. Despite Sumi's flippant attitude when it comes to Misaki's ramblings about Akihiko—just like tonight—he was so glad that his senpai was actually grasping the main point which was evident on what he said earlier. Though, deep inside, he wanted to shout the reality that tore his heart.
I'm not the one he likes.
Misaki gave out a tiny laughter as he said, "I… don't think so… I think I definitely have troubled him too much…"
I'm just a replacement for Nii-chan.
"I think I'm just a hindrance between him and my brother… Hahaha…"
No response from his senior.
Crap! Why does this nonsense come up again?
Misaki checked on his senpai just to find that the other teen had fallen asleep. Misaki didn't really know whether he should be sad because Sumi didn't hear him seriously, or be happy because Sumi didn't hear what he said just now. Misaki clutched softly Suzuki-san beside him as if it was the only thing that could lull him to sleep, preparing him of what would come in the next 352 days.
The harsh and dirty work; the stressful sessions; the cold and humid air at night; the lack of sleep; and also the malnutrition—every activity had piled up something bad in Misaki's lungs. On the 19th day of his 'education', in the middle of delivering stone chips to the other area, Misaki stopped the cart and stumbled down on his knees. He held his chest with one hand and the other held his ribs. A warden, who was on patrol that day, dashed toward the sickened inmate and shouted something rude and violent to him.
Some meters away from the site, a tall, raven-haired man with cobalt blue eyes heard a shouting. The tall man in a black turtle-neck behind a white long blazer was walking down a corridor stopped on one window pane and looked out to the source of the shouting. He saw the back of the warden who yelled at what seemed like a kneeling and shivering inmate. He was curious of how said inmate looked like, but then he heard footsteps trailing to him. He looked through his shoulder and saw a warden coming and nodding in respect to him.
"Aren't you the new intern-doctor who's training here?"
"Kusama Nowaki-desu," The tall man bowed a bit to the level of the warden's head.
"Still getting used to the environment here?" The warden asked while he looked outside to the same direction Nowaki was staring at a moment ago.
"Oh, no, I'm just wondering what that inmate has done that makes the warden go mad." Nowaki pointed out to the happening occurrence outside.
"He must be the newcomer from Tokyo," the warden said calmly. "It's a usual thing seeing newcomer couldn't adapt to our harsh education."
Nowaki tilted his head to the warden, ready to say something when he was interrupted by the sudden bawling of the warden outside. The warden who was talking to Nowaki and Nowaki himself looked outside in surpise.
"DON'T ACT WEAK! YOU'RE JUST SLACKING OFF!" The warden screamed louder than before that the entire site could have heard.
A short silence.
"Suits them for being a criminal," said mockingly by the warden beside Nowaki.
"But I think he's si- oh!" Nowaki clasped his mouth as the mad warden walked over his side, revealing who he was angry to.
"What's wrong?"
"No, it's…" Nowaki remained quiet for a while before he scratched his temple. "I thought he's my patient back when I was an intern in a village. But then I remember that he's from Tokyo. May I know when he got transferred here?"
The warden furrowed his eyebrow. "I think it wasn't that long before you arrived. So it should be in the middle of February."
"I see…"
Nowaki couldn't apprehend anything that the other man said anymore as his mind drifted to the middle of February. He was so confounded on how his last customer on the flower shop that day ended up here, being tortured.
His mind drifted more forward to the night of that day.
==Nowaki's flashback==
"Nn… Nowaki. I can't concentrate." Said the 28 year old literature professor Kamijou Hiroki on his couch.
The scowling of that cinnamon-eyed man returned alive for the umpteenth time as he looked at the manuscript on his lap thoroughly. But this time, the scowl couldn't hide his scarlet cheeks as Nowaki planted his teeth gently on his left neck, just below his earlobe.
"You've been working hard on it, Hiro-san," breathed Nowaki. "Why don't you take a rest?"
"It's a friend request." Hiroki's voice became crackish when Nowaki started unbuttoning his shirt. "Besides, that should be my line. You've been working too hard."
"Thank you for paying attention to me, Hiro-san…" Nowaki giggled as he undone the 3rd button. "Are you mad because I'm away too much from home?"
"Not at you, moron." Hiroki snapped at him. "I'm mad at your doctor internship."
"I'm sorry for not coming home 3 months straight, Hiro-san, but the village was too far for me to make a return to Tokyo in the middle of the program."
"But you could at least message me or gave a call."
"I've told you before I left, right?" Nowaki finished unbuttoning and cupped Hiroki's face to look at himstraight in the eye. "No signal in the village. Also, it lacks electricity and telephony communication."
Hiroki's eyes widened before he looked somewhere other than Nowaki's blue cobalt ones to hide his embarassment. "O-oh yeah…"
"That's so you, Hiro-san."
Nowaki snorted and crashed his lips on Hiroki's, immediately forcing a moan out of the man as he responded back the kiss. Their passionate battle of tongue and saliva was broken for a few minutes to gasp for air. Hiroki's body slide until he was lying completely on the couch with his big lover hovering on top of him, putting off his shirt before throwing it off somewhere. The manuscript fell from Hiroki's lap to the floor, spreading below the table. One of Nowaki's hands groped his groin, probing more erotic moans from Hiroki.
"Hiro-san, I missed you." Nowaki said in such a low voice that Hiroki couldn't even handle his manhood from hardening. He gasped as the big hands working on his zipper.
"Not here, idiot," Hiroki wailed and slapped away Nowaki's hands off his nether region. Confused by what his partner said, Nowaki lift his brows stupidly and placed his hand back to Hiroki's arousal.
"Not… here?" He asked stupidly.
"I mean…" One bead of sweat ran on Hiroki's flushed cheek as he said shakily, "B-bed…"
A wide grin breaks out across Nowaki's face upon hearing that one simple word before he took the smaller body easily and walked to their bedroom. Throwing the older man's body gently on the soft bed, Nowaki took off all the threads that covered his body while Hiroki took the initiative to slide down his jeans and boxer.
Hiroki's chest bounced a bit as his lover joined him on the bed. They continued the kissing, adding the touchings to each other's member, and clashed their bodies together.
"Mmm… Is the next place of your internship will be like the last one?" Hiroki asked wantonly.
"Nope. I promised, Hiro-san, I will message and call you whenever I can, and I was also allowed to go home every two weeks, on the weekend…"
"Sounds nice." Hiroki kissed his big boyfriend's Adam's apple. Nowaki grabbed blankly to the nighstand, searching for the drawer's handle before he pulled it. He found a lube inside, and with a groan he positioned himself on his knee while pounding an ample amount of the fluid on his hand. Hiroki, readying himself, spread his legs to open his middle more, revealing the twitching hole that Nowaki's index finger was an inch away from. He circled the hole, caressing the tight ring before the finger pushed in and…
BUZZ BUZZ
They froze for a second, and then said in unison: "What?"
BUZZ BUZZ
Again, their expression matched each other exactly at the same time.
"Is it yours?"
"It's my-"
Hiroki reached out to his vibrating mobile phone beside the lamp on the nightstand, and looked at the caller ID before he stared at Nowaki's face. There was a glimpse of hope in Nowaki's brain that Hiroki might just close the phone or even turn it off. But then he pinched his lips and pouted as Hiroki did otherwise, thinking that it was his lover's bad decision to do it this time on bed.
"Mom?"
"Hiro-chan!" A woman's voice shrieked out from the phone even without the speaker-phone feature. Hiroki distanced his ear from the phone's speaker for a moment before he put it back.
"Oh, God! What are you so excited about in this hour? Ahn…"
Nowaki, who realized that his index finger was still inside Hiroki, suddenly added his middle finger and started pushing in and pulling out in a certain rhythm. He knew the consequence of being that mean to his already scowling uke. He could just smirked and imagine how and from what angle will Hiroki threw books to him until he's out of his life. Nevertheless, he wanted to savor the teasing moment of his Hiroki. At the same time, Hiroki opened and closed his mouth frantically to let out silent moans, which was harmonized by Nowaki's fingering.
"Hiro-chan, are you okay, dear?"
"N-no, I mean, yes, Mom. What is it? Hnn?"
"I'm worried about Akihiko."
"Ah-Akihiko? Wha-" Hiroki slapped his mouth. It was wrong to mention that name right in front of Nowaki. He knew it, because it was soon confirmed the rapidly increasing pace of Nowaki's fingers. He could only muffle most of his moans with his hand then continued speaking calmly to his mother.
"Hiro-chan? Are you even listening to your mother?"
"Hmmph… I… am… What happened to hh-him?"
"Right now there were police cars and officers in front of the Usami mansion. I called the mansion, but no one answered. Your father and I tried to get close to the mansion, but the police line was already around it and they won't let us know what happened inside. All I heard from the police's talk that there was a teenager who tried to murder a family member of Usami. I want to know if Akihiko has made a contact with you regarding this."
Hiroki was so shocked that he couldn't focus on Nowaki's attempt to arouse him more. Police, murder, and any other related vocabs were asociable to his childhood friend, but having known that an attempt of murder happened in that mansion was something definitely unusual. He blinked his eyes, thinking that the one who committed that kind of shit must have tons of courage.
On the other hand, Nowaki could clearly grasp that Hiroki's reaction to anything his mother said must be something distressing. He slowed down his fingers in tolerance until they stopped moving completely, though he was determined to not leave his lover's body.
"No, Mom. But I assure you he should be okay. I met him last week to get his manuscript-" Hiroki tried to calm his mother before he realized that Nowaki has totally stopped.
Hearing a fact that he hadn't known before, Nowaki became enraged and abruptly put off his fingers. He let out a silent growl as he prepared his hard cock in front of Hiroki's entrance, just at the same time when his mother shouted, "Hiro-chan! That was last week!"
"NO!" Hiroki screamed in frustration, ambiguous either to his mother's yell or to his lover's cock that suddenly slammed into him mercilessly. Nowaki waited no more to move himself while he drew Hiroki's legs high in the air, allowing faster and deeper thrust.
"Uwaa.. Aah!"
"Hiro-chan? You sure you okay? Should I go there?"
"No, Mom, I'm just… I just vomitted… I caught a cold… Too much… Grading and editing…"
"Hiro-?"
"I'll be sure to contact Akihiko after, uh, this. Sorry, Mom!"
Hiroki pressed the red button and threw the phone to his side, and threw his most deadliest glare ever to the direction of his lover.
"You…"
"You didn't tell me you met him last week!"
"STOP. THAT. JEALOUSY!" Hiroki sat abruptly and pushed Nowaki so hard that his back met the bed. Their bodies were still connected and Nowaki took this opportunity to buck up his hips hard.
"God, Nn… Nowaki, slow down… Haa… Aah…"
BUZZ BUZZ
Nowaki reached to the Hiroki's mobile first before the owner could do, and his cobalt blue eyes caught the most awkward name he would never expect to call at that time. As if the name had fueled his anger and jealousy, Nowaki threw back the mobile phone as he increased the pace of his thrusts while locking down Hiroki's slim hips.
"Nowaki, I'm gonna-!"
Both men had felt the tense building behind below their abdomens, as their bodily heat united and creating fap fap sounds from their rapidly joined skin. Hiroki was the first to scream in pleasure as he milked out his release hard. Then as the hot friction that wrapped Nowaki's member got tighter, the animalistic growl of him caught up as his own seed burst inside his petite lover. Hiroki collapsed with his dampened face met Nowaki's shoulder. The vibrating sound of his mobile still could be heard, and he searched desperately to where the sound came from. He slide to Nowaki's side after he got the phone and answered with a loud puffs.
"Akihiko…"
Nowaki hadn't any bit of curiousity to what the person in the other line were saying, so he dropped himself to the opposite of Hiroki. He cared for nothing of Hiroki's words before he heard one particular thing that was familiar.
"Kinenkan? Never heard of that…"
Nowaki's eyes widened and he quickly steadied himself behind Hiroki.
"Be grateful that it's not you. And if you want to, give my regards to Haruhiko. IF you want to…" Hiroki said mockingly.
Long pause before Hiroki sighed.
"Yeah yeah… Got it." He flipped close the phone and faced Nowaki.
"I'm sorry about the meeting, okay?" He said in a regretful tone. "And about the recent call, he said that there was someone who attacked Haruhiko, his brother, in the mansion. He said the culprit was already caught."
"And about the Kinenkan?"
Hiroki looked up to his lover skeptically. "Why'd you interest on that? Mom and Akihiko said that the culprit was a male teenager… So young, around eighteen, as Akihiko said. And because he's a minor, Akihiko expected him to be put in Kinenkan, a disciplinary school. If it's true then I think that'd be unfortunate for Usami family, 'cause that boy deserves jail."
"Hiro-san, Kinenkan is my next place of internship."
"WHAT? Medical internship in a jail? What the hell is with Musashino's program!"
"You said yourself it's not a real jail."
"A disciplinary school full of young and dangerous criminals is no better than a jail. Besides, aren't you planning your education to pulmonary? You're not studying criminology or law!"
"Hiro-san, any disease can happen anywhere, including in jail or any school. That's why the general doctors are needed to be trained in any environment."
Hiroki exhaled and his face looking so sullen. "Fine, just do what you promised earlier."
His gigantic lovers replied happily with a wide smile before giving a peck to him. "Of course, Hiro-san!"
==End of flashback==
Homicide attempt in Tokyo.
A male teenager, around 18.
A newcomer from Tokyo.
The pieces fitted in a puzzle, Nowaki thought. He was now convinced enough that the green eyed boy who was still on his knees was the same guy who attacked Usami Akihiko's brother.
"Kusama-sensei, are you okay?"
Nowaki shuddered in shock as he realized that the warden was still talking to him, as well as the fact that a drool came out from the corner of his mouth because of his remembrance of his beloved in bed. He hoped desperately that the warden didn't see it, and hid it with a fake curiosity over what would happen next to the teen outside the building before he wiped the saliva off. But what he saw was a heart-wrecking scene: the boy have dropped totally to the floor while hugging his upper body—more like, he was clenching his fist to his right chest. Nowaki burst out from the corridor through the nearest exit and the warden followed him in panick.
"Kusama-sensei! What are you-"
"HE NEEDS HELP!"
As Nowaki exited from the building and ran to the boy, the warden stopped at the door and watched silently. He turned back and consciously saluted to a person who appeared behind him.
"Chief!" He called. "I think that intern knows something about the kid."
The other presence, foreshadowed by the light from outside, only smiled, evilly.
So what do you think? Has it become too boring? Is it awful? Is it too fast? Tell me your opinion, coz' every review boost up my motivation to write more and better.
Edit:
OK some ppl asked me about some things, so I'll make it clear here for other readers:
1. Nowaki's doctor internship is based off the medical college procedure in my country. In order to be a full-fledged (general, not yet specialized) doctor, you'll have to take internship in about 1-2 years in some hospitals. In extreme cases, some of the undergraduates will be placed in hospitals in underdeveloped cities or even villages in tiny provinces, solely to train not only your knowledge, but also your mental and in-dependency.
2. In this AU, Akihiko x Hiroki x Nowaki relationship is canon to anime and manga. That's why Nowaki is jealous toward Akihiko. What is different is Nowaki and Akihiko's jobs, whilst Hiroki is the same as anime.
3. Well I don't know if I should bring Aikawa here, but for now, I'd prefer Hiroki as the editor of the manuscript Akihiko made. Then, what is the book that Akihiko is seriously working on? If you ever curious about this thing, you should note it until the end, coz this book will be the key for the ending.
4. Regarding Fuyuhiko... well, as you know, Fuyuhiko was not originally an Usami before he was taken in (I dunno whether after he's married to a woman in Usami family, or just adopted) it was implied in the manga that before his life of being Usami, he was like "struggling for survival in society" IMO, the implication of this is that Fuyuhiko was poor and in a low social class before he got into Usami family, that's why he's so obsessed to keep his wealth and family stable up until now.
Feel free to ask if there's anything that isn't clear in this story, so I'd improve to be more detail-oriented in the next chapters =)
Domo~
