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Nowaki: Chey-chan, its only six words.
Chey: Ugh, whatever, I do not own Junjou Romantica
Nowaki: Good girl
Chapter 14
Hiroki ended up sitting outside Nowaki's little brother's room, waiting for Nowaki to come back out. He'd been inside the room with Watani-san for about fifteen minutes now.
Hiroki was beginning to get bored when he heard loud, angry voices. He looked towards the elevator to see a large crowd. He recognized them as the mob from the reception area. They were Miroku-kun's and Watani-san's family.
Guess reception could only hold them up for so long… Hiroki stood and braced himself as the first angry family member made a beeline for the room he guarded. Hiroki reached back and wrapped on the glass, warning Nowaki and his mother of the approaching horde and stood straight as Nowaki came out to speak with them.
It was a good thing he'd put on a lab coat. Now all these people would just think he was a doctor, and not connected to the family in any way.
Unfortunately, that made all the people think that Hiroki was the one that Miroku had been gunning for in Tokyo.
"Who are you?" the man at the forefront of the mob demanded. "Why is Miroku here? What have you done to him?"
Hiroki stood his ground. "I've done nothing, not that it's any of your business."
"It's my business when my son disappears from the fucking prefecture." He man shot in close, pinning Hiroki against the wall. "Tell me what the hell you've done."
The pressure on Hiroki's shoulders vanished as Nowaki, who looked pissed, shoved the man to the side. "Don't touch him! Miroku-kun was looking for me, not him!"
Miroku's father staggered and stood straight. "Oh, and why would he come looking for you?"
Nowaki hesitated. "Nowaki-san, Kamijou-san, are you alright?" Watani-san's voice came from behind them. She stepped out of the hospital room and faced everyone.
"Kisuki, explain," her husband ordered.
"I can't right now, Rido, please, leave it alone for the moment."
"Kisuki, how do you know these people?" one of the others murmured. "What's going on?" another asked. Suddenly everyone was talking at once, wanting to know what had happened. Watani-san looked helplessly at Nowaki, pain in her eyes. Nowaki looked back and smiled reassuringly. He would go with whatever she wanted. People saw the exchange and the whispers grew louder. These ones carried words like affair and tryst in them, which made Watani-san's husband turn a strange shade of purple.
And then a sharp gasp cut through all the muttering. An old woman looked from Nowaki to Watani and back. She raised a hand to her mouth as she recognized the similarities between Nowaki and Watani. "Mother…" she trailed off, looking at the old woman.
"Kisu, is…he…"
Watani-san looked down, shame faced. "Yes."
"But I thought, I mean, you told us…"
"I thought so to."
"Oi, you two, speak more plainly!" Rido snapped, his temper was really starting to go.
"Nowaki-san is…he is my son." The whispers stopped dead. Unable to bear the silence, she went on, "Miroku found Nowaki-san's address in my purse and showed up on their doorstep. He got upset and had an attack. Nowaki-san is a doctor so he brought him her."
Everybody stared at them.
Nowaki, Hiroki and Watani-san looked at each other. They all had the same expression. It said, what the hell happens now?
To be continued…
Chey: Uwaah, sorry it's so short, I'm just struggling to write much of anything beyond my drabbles.
Hiroki: Stop making excuses and just update faster.
Chey: I'll try…in the meantime, please review everybody, and thanks for reading!
Quick notes: For those of you who have forgotten, Watani's name is Watani Kisuki, or Kisu for short, her husband (whom I had to look up since I named him so long ago) is Watani Rido.
~CheyanneChika