Author's note: First off, THANK YOU SO MUCH to those who read, reviewed, faved, or whatever it is that you did to this (suckish?) story of mine. I know I'm a horrible fanfic writer for disappearing for a very long time but I'm back now(excusesession is at the end). I was really surprised that there are still people who read this stuff *teary eye* thank you for not abandoning all hope and for coming back again (u reading this again is a proof that you're still somewhat interested *teary eye again* thank you so much *sniff*)
anyway, I'll save the ramblings at the end. here's the fic I was supposed to post months ago (I'm really sorry T_T) It's half terrorist and half.. uhmm I really dont know what to call it.
This is purely fanmade, any similarities to any story is purely coincidental unless otherwise specified.
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica *sudpeys*
Monday 02:26
Hands ghosting lightly on an exposed well developed chest, fingertips barely touching the fine hair that grew there, as if afraid to get any closer. Gray eyes, half misted, tracing the slightly darker skin a few inches from his, following his questing fingers. The owner of those fingers and eyes gave a very light sigh, barely heard, drowned by the larger frame's light snoring.
The dim light fixture at the table bathed both bodies in a very soft light, blurring the sharp edges and angled corners, emphasizing the quiet atmosphere inside the room, as if conditioning the air itself to be as gentle as those fingers tracing patterns on skin. The quiet murmur of their breaths blending perfectly with the ethereal ambiance heightened the equally ethereal silence enveloping the couple. It had been a perfect night for both of them.
Shinobu couldn't keep himself from staring at his lover. He just had the best night of his life, with Miyagi confessing that he wanted him to be with him for life. It was the best assurance any lover can give to an insecure, self-scrutinizing, doubtful brat (aside from matrimony, that is, but we all know that is not possible here). All those times that he thought Miyagi didn't want him but always gives him what he needs or always eats whatever he cooks even if they don't look like food. Of how very little interest Miyagi have for him. He was glad he chose him. He was glad he fought for that feeling no matter how small it is. He was glad he never stopped loving him.
He watched his hands travel up to cup his lover's face, leaning a bit closer, Shinobu planted a chaste kiss on those lips, smiling afterwards, oh how he know that he won't survive without this man. He dropped back ever so carefully to his place under the blankets, careful not to disturb the sleeping man.
But that doesn't stop the man from being annoying. Shinobu slightly frowned when he remembered the earlier day's fiasco, created none other by this annoyingly handsome man holding him. Maybe masochism was part of his twisted mind because he allowed those annoying thoughts to sift through this perfect moment. Miyagi forgot to pick him up, and he was so excited about the whole picking up thing because it made them seem like a real couple that he felt really stupid when he didn't show up. Then he arrived home with the man obviously just out of his bed, pajama and all, with an extra person with him. He cried then, didn't even allow any form of explanation, the stab of pain that went through his system when he saw that green eyed teen in their apartment was beyond comprehension. Even though the misunderstanding was cleared afterwards, he had already been hurt. Then the stupid old man tried to deny them, or that was he earlier thought it was, good thing he was wrong. Very wrong . And lastly, the old man took forever to buy his cigar, of course, Shinobu got angry and accused the man of dawdling to some unmentionable place while he had a lover waiting for him which eventually led to another round of steamy make-up sex. To sum it all up, Miyagi is annoying. Or Shinobu is just making up excuses to love the man less.
Hopeless case though.
"...hmmm...Shino..bu.."
Eyes widened as a larger arm pulls him closer to that naked body, the older man's chin resting on top of his ruffled hair. And Shinobu couldn't have blushed harder, his heart hammering wildly in his chest, so wild he's afraid it might wake the older man, now that their pressed tightly together.
Never mind what he was brooding over earlier. This definitely was his best evening.
Monday 06:32
He couldn't believe his eyes. Something is definitely wrong this morning, he must be in the wrong room or he's dreaming, or hallucinating, or someone is possessed. He looked around, everything is in place, every book in its disordered heap, every crumpled paper in the bin, every piece of paper clip and pencil and pen, every window in its proper place, the door, the handle, the room number, he's in the right room, nothing's amiss except that one thing. He pinched himself to make sure he's not dreaming. It hurt. That crossed out choices number 1 and 2. Hallucinating then? Maybe the lack of sleep is getting into his head and he is seeing things. That's bad, he won't be able to teach in his optimum level if he's hallucinating (he might miss when he throw things at his students). Said object of his mystification looked at him, puzzled, then amused, then mischievous. And with a swift graceful movement flung itself into him.
"Ohayo Ka-mi-jou! Wow, did something good happen to you too? You're not frowning!"
His superior embraced him in a very intimate and unprofessional manner. Nope, this man definitely is not possessed. But that leaves us with no choice any more.
"Get the hell off me you -!" Hiroki stopped himself from spewing obscenities at his superior.
Since he can't verbally show his displeasure at being treated with a bear hug, he proceeded to be physical with it. He's attaché case connected with the head of the assaulting man. Which had the said man releasing him and backing away, clutching the abused part in a very hurt way. Physically hurt way, not the emotional teary eye annoying face he had when he throw books at him. The man looked genuinely hurt.
"Aw! Kamijou, why must you be so violent? I only wanted to make sure you're not sick. And look, this sempai of yours even finished all the exams for today" Miyagi said, one eye close with pain, still massaging his head.
Which brings our Hiroki back to a dumbfounded state. His superior? Done with the exams? Here earlier than he is? Office as neat looking as his?
"Sensei... are you on drugs?"
...
His sensei stared at him wide eyed, hand frozen at his head, mouth gaping. Then he was whining, wailing and trying to glomp Hiroki all at the same time.
"Kamijou how could you...? I arrived early to photocopy all the exams, I even tidied my office and you think I'm on drugs? You're so heartless..."
"Ge-off me!" He swung his hands wildly, trying to shove the man off him. It proved quite a task, especially if a man is tired from lack of sleep and a whole night's activities. He was about to hit Miyagi over the head again when Miyagi released him and covered his head.
"Hey stop swinging that, that really hurt you know.." he cried, still wincing from the memory...or actual pain.
Hiroki stopped, and touched the said part. It really was tender; did he hit him that hard?
Well, contrary to popular belief, Hiroki Kamijou is not a heartless, cold blooded demon. Just a bit.
"Here let me see" the younger man pulled on his superior's hand to remove them from trying to cover the said part so he can inspect them better. The exact same time that the door opened to reveal a heaving, furious looking, brat. I mean, boy. Miyagi's boy to be exact.
"You fu—" the boy never got the curse out as he stared wide eyed at the scene. Uh oh. Does that mean trouble again? Hiroki have a very good memory of how jealous Miyagi's boytoy is. And how Miyagi is such an insensitive, thick-headed bastard that he doesn't see it that way (as if he isn't one, but hey, Miyagi's the topic here).
There was a blur of movements and next thing Hiroki knew, his superior vanished from his side.
"Shinobu-chin~~...ah! You brought some ice pack, how thoughtful of you" Miyagi had already transported at his lover's side, all eyes on his brat and not a care in the world.
Shinobu spared him a glance then shoved the ice pack (packs actually) at Miyagi's face, blushing a bit.
"You forgot them old man, and when I specially prepared them for you"
"But I didn't forget the lunch you made"
"Whatever old man, you sure have some serious memory lapses"
Hiroki could not believe his eyes, this certainly was not his superior. He had never seen the man treat the kid like that in front of him, or anyone else for that matter, (counting in that it was a forbidden relationship). But that was beside the point, Miyagi is being nice with Shinobu, not only that, he had been a responsible professor and then it will be the end of the world. It definitely is the end of the world or something close to that. So, does he just have to accept that?
"Ahem ahem" clearing his throat and breaking the revered atmosphere of the two lovers, he threw them The Kamijou Hiroki Glare.
The two seemed to get what it means though; Miyagi took the ice packs and Shinobu said his goodbyes. (we can insinuate that the glare directly translated to this-is-not-the-time-and-place-for-that-so-Miyagi-get-back-to-your-work-and-you-kid-get-back-to-school)
Hiroki turned around before the two finished saying their goodbyes to each other, the place seemed to have brightened a bit at his back and he could positively feel the flowers and pink whatevers bouncing off his back ( A/N: think shoujo manga love dovey scene heehe). He placed his brief case on the polished table surface, carefully unlatched the lid and took out some papers he had checked. He carefully placed the papers to their designated corner but he wasn't really concentrating on them. He couldn't help but frown, another demented man and he mentally sighed in defeat. He shifted through the papers and found the one he was looking for, he placed it on top of the previous pile and gazed at it. They're going to have an exam today, Misaki Takahashi is a responsible student so he's certain that the boy would show up, or at least, he's certainly hoping the boy would show up. After the exam he'd call the boy for detention and then contact Akihiko. He's mood dampened when he remembered how Usami had looked last night, it ignited irritation for the boy who owns the paper on top of the papers. He knew Usami, knew the extent and depth of love that he could give. He didn't deserve to be left.
"Oh so he's your student"
A confirming voice broke him out of his reverie. It was Miyagi, pressing the ice pack to his injury, a hand on his hip and staring intently on the paper he had been staring at.
"Misaki Takahashi? Yeah. Why?" It's not like Miyagi to take notice of their students; after all he knew that's what they are to him, students, just students.
A look of passing uncertainty and worry.
"I saw him Saturday night. "
Now Miyagi's going talkative about one of their students. Pretty unusual, in fact, suspiciously unusual. Hiroki gave him a sideways glance.
"Last last night eh? Where?"
Casual, non-chalant, not prying for information but simply asking for the sake of asking. He had the right to know where one of his students go at night right? and if Miyagi was the one who saw him, he doubt it's a place for students.
"Freezing out in the park in summer clothes"
This time Hiroki turned his head full to look at the professor at his right, fixing his senior with a curious stare, with matching furrowed eyebrows and slightly upturned lips.
"Then it rained..He didn't move from his spot so I had to drag him to shelter. I had him sleep at my apartment for the night—there seems to be a problem at his home. He didn't want to go home but he left after – a slightly uncomfortable shrug— uhm, when Shinobu came. You think he's ok now?" the injured man continued. Miyagi really is getting talkative, having Hiroki ponder for a second about his earlier musings on the professor's mental state. But it was brief and barely paid attention to, there are more important matters at hand.
"I don't know. Home problems are typical nowadays (yeah right, as if he doesn't know where Misaki resides, definitely not with family) When did he leave your place?" said the other man. still in that barely curious tone.
"Afternoon I guess..." Miyagi sounded reluctantly uncomfortable and Hiroki had a hunch what made the professor lose track of time and some things started clicking into place. He's starting to have a hunch on how Miyagi got his ugly lump at his head.
-a slight trepidation
"and I think it was him...getting pushed into someone's car." Miyagi added with a grim expression.
Hiroki's eyes widened and he felt his heart jumped a bit. Misaki getting pushed into someone's car? Maybe that's why he didn't came home to Akihiko, maybe he was kidnapped, or take—"
"I'm not sure though, that was last night, it was really dark and late and I was a bit tired. Proly seeing things, hehe me..." Miyagi turned around towards his desk, dropping the pieces of information like little pebbles along the ground; useless but had to be there.
And Hiroki picked them one by one with growing alarm. He had to tell Akihiko. But no he can't. Not yet. He's not sure. But it could be serious. Hiroki grabbed his hair, planting his elbows on his desk. He could feel his oh so beloved migraine waving happily at him and he did his best to ignore it. He heard the shuffling of papers and opening of a drawer as Miyagi worked on his table. Hiroki looked up.
"Miyagi sensei. Can you describe the car?"
Sunday 22: XX
Damn, why is everything so hazy. Damn this fever. Damn Haruhiko-ani for being so-persistent!
A teen's body slumped into a mailbox, clutching it for dear life, gasping air as if it's his last. A hand crept to his mouth as he choked back a cough, instantly feeling his overheated breath and the significant absence of sweat, considering all the running he took to get away from that man. He looked back at the dark alley, noted the deserted streets, the silent buildings. Everything is eerily dark in his eyes, the light posts unnaturally bright while the streets are shrouded in an almost foggy, dream-like gloominess. He's probably somewhere in the east side of the city, if he is correct in insinuating that the tall, white, glowing building he saw was a hospital, but then again, he hardly cared. He had all but run and literally thrown all caution into the wind when he got the chance to run away from that man. After getting dragged by that insane man inside some office and kept there for the better part of the day, he doesn't want any association with him. Previous engagement with the said man ended up with him trapped in their mansion and it didn't help that deranged man professed his undying love for him.
Stupid Usagi-ani, did he honestly think I'd eat anything he gives me after acting so suspicious? Does he take me for an idiot to just gobble down what he "called" medicine? If I know it's probably some drug to make me sleep! Usagi-san would be mad with that level of idiocy-
Wide eyes glistening with unshed tears. He thread that highway to pain again. He'd been through so much already in just a few days but it's only now that he's starting to realize that his mind unconsciously walks down the path of thinking about Usagi-san every chance it got. Trying not to think about the man was actually a lot more work that no insane-Usagi-ani, no fever, no cold delusions could take away.
The tired and sick boy heaved, almost gagging, with the sob that mercilessly wrecked through his body. He was fighting so hard not to cry and wail and shout for Akihiko. To hell with his indifference, to hell with those pictures, to hell with it all. Misaki needs him now. He's scared, sick, on the verge of losing his sanity and more and Akihiko was all he could think of.
"Usa..gi-sa..n"
Biting his lower lip painfully, he choked back a sob and looked back at the alley where he came from. It got a lot hazier than the last time he looked. Must be the fever, or the tears that are now slowly running down his red-tinted cheeks and his rapidly paling lips. He turned, buried his hands in his armpits, head bowed and started walking fast, as fast as his wobbly legs could carry him to nowhere in particular, just walk/jog, put as much distance between him and usagi-ani then if he sees anything familiar, figure a way to get back home to Akihiko. It's probably not the best idea but considering his state, it's a feat worthy of recognition
It barely took 5 minutes of doing this that it did seem to be a good idea. Misaki's walking/jogging had him body-slamming to someone's back.
"Thump!"
The man he slammed into was a horrible heap on the ground, the force of the slam had the man lurch forward and most unfortunately hit a nearby innocent post. For a moment Misaki forgot his woes and he quickly jumped into the man's rescue, fearing that the man got some serious head injury. Hands wringing and shaking so hard, the younger male knelt down and tried to look for injuries.
"Mister! oh no.. oh no... I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking! Please forgive me! Where are you hurt? Can you hear me? Oh god what do I do? I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! There's a nearby hospital I'll take you there right away! Come on now -"
Misaki's mindless and panicky tirade was cut off by a hand suddenly taking hold of his wrist. With a slight sigh the man's free hand ran through his head, helpfully identifying a small lump. "Oh... looks like it'll bruise" barely a whisper, Misaki almost did not catch it.
"A-Ano...Mister?"
The man looked up to meet his eyes, and smiled. "Why the hell is he smiling? Did he hit his head so hard it got shattered or what?"
"I'm alright. Don't worry about me. It's just a slight bump. It won't kill me. Relax" one of the kindest voice Misaki ever heard pierced through his sick, panicked and exhausted mind. The tone of it alone had most of his panic smoothening away.
The stranger stood up slowly, tugging Misaki with him. Now that they're both standing, Misaki realized how tall the guy was and with the help of the troublesome lamp post, he saw the man's face for the first time. Misaki couldn't help but stare gapping at the man, momentarily forgetting that they're in the middle of the sidewalk at the middle of the night under some god forsaken post. The stranger was good looking and he's face is as kind and as gentle as his voice. He was really tall, with a good built. The black hair and the equally black eyes did nothing to make the man look less than what Misaki thought of him. He was smiling down at him in a strange-kind way. Then out of nowhere, the kind stranger patted his head.
"You remind me of someone" he said whilst continuing patting his head.
Misaki didn't know what to say nor think. The stranger was having a strange-really-happy smile he couldn't keep his eyes of it. It looked very familiar though, maybe Misaki met him somewhere?
"Huh?" The stranger's smile disappeared, only to be replaced by a worried look. The hand patting his head transferred swiftly to his forehead and the other one holding unto his wrist went up to his neck. The stranger's face crunched into a frown.
"You've got fever" He cried earnestly. Before misaki could react, the man started dragging him.
Misaki's recent pseudo-abduction kicked his reflexes into motion. He twisted the wrist still held by the stranger and made quick steps backward until he bumped into the light post earlier, muscles tensing to run if must. He doesn't know who this man is, his kind demeanor and familiarity is not reassuring enough.
The man was taken aback by his reaction but he quickly hitched his smile back on and stayed on his spot, dumping his hands on his pockets.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm a doctor...would-be doctor" The stranger chuckled a bit then took out something from his pants. He walked towards Misaki and showed his ID to the startled feverish man.
Misaki squinted at the wallet that was held up to him, using his convenient place under the street post.
Kusama Nowaki. Medical Intern
He looked up at the man, Nowaki-san, not knowing what to do. He's disinclined to trust this man but he can't just go with strangers, medical intern, doctor or whatnot.
"I won't hurt you, see? I work at that hospital right there" Nowaki motioned towards the white building. "It'll be a quick walk, or would you rather I carry you?" He added humorously.
Misaki turned a bit pale with that statement despite it being offered in a sincere-although-humorous way. Takahiro and Akihiko were the only one he'd have permitted to carry him. And following previous musings, he won't be going anywhere with this man. But he seemed to be really kind, he can't just brush him off like some maniac now can he?
"Uhm... thank you mister.. for that very kind offer" He gave the man a warm smile. "But there's some place I have to go. I have to get home."Misaki cried in a soft tone and visibly shivered, remembering Akihiko's words. Braving the words that haunted his thoughts in livid patterns. Cracking his denial and mental walls asunder.
If you're tired then leave
"oh? Right, your parents must be worried. If that is so, let me escort you home. It's kinda late now, you might get dizzy on the road." The man, Nowaki, continued offering help with his kind smile still in place.
Someone worried over him eh? Not likely. He's not welcome in the only place he ever called "home": Akihiko's arms. He ran away from those dark and cruel eyes which was once purple and kind. Misaki's been without Akihiko for more than a day now and it's taking its toll. He had suffered almost a month of indifference from the man he loves. A month. Compared to the years Akihiko spent showing him love, a month is nothing, right? What does a few weeks, a few moments of apathy weigh against hundreds of days of heartwarming memories?
Misaki shook his head. Realizing tears welling from his tired eyes. He bowed his head and roughly brushed the tears aside, earning himself a more worried look from the stranger.
"Hey.. are you alright? I'm sorry, did I say something offending?" Nowaki braved a step forward and laid his hand on the boy's shaking shoulders.
"I..ran away from home on my own. So I'm gonna find my way back on my own too. That home... I might not be welcome.. but... if I continue running away, I'd just get into trouble. Even if he throws me out in force I'll still come back. Because you see Usagi-san can hardly live on his own, he does a lot of stupid things.. lately he's been cold and uncaring to me but I can bear with that.. I mean people have their bad moments too and me running away might cause him more trouble... it's not gonna do anything good right?"
A loud hiccup followed broken sobs as Misaki continued ranting in his broken voice, punctuated by sniffs every now and then as he bared his heart to this kind stranger. What was that saying? It's easier to pour out your problems to a complete stranger?
He felt someone patting his head. Misaki halted his rantings, embarrassment threatening to kick in, he looked up and met Nowaki's kind eyes. The tall man is smiling down at him, with a somewhat guilty(of sorts) look at his face.
"Why do I understand exactly how you feel? But you are right. You'd go home eventually so why prolong the agony? It must have hurt but that's only natural, you tend to get hurt by people you love, otherwise you wouldn't know how you feel about them" Nowaki continued patting his head. Misaki was quite grateful this man did not pry but gave him advise instead.
"Run along now. Show him that he needs you as much as you need him" The tall man took his hand and dropped some medicines on it before closing it and gesturing. Misaki had to smile. Seriously how many doctors (or med interns) carry medicine with them all the time? Must be a lot or this man is just too passionate.
Perhaps it was the man's odd familiarity and strange kindness, but he was reminded of something. He felt a sudden resolve. No matter what, he'd go home to Akihiko. Damn his indifference and attitude. He'd knock some sense into that man's head and remind him that he is Misaki Takahashi, the man he swore his for the rest of his life.
A/N: lemme read your mind -.-
"what the? no cliffhanger at the end? BRAVO" or
"oh so that's what happened... then? updatee!" or is it
"why are there so many grammatical errors? come here honey, I'd beta you" or this
"... that's all? after months of not updating that's all you;ve got? To the gallows!"
mind reading ability running low. replenish at once or suffer dead plot bunnies.
okay. let's all be calm about this, no one needs to go berserk. I know I updated really late. You see, my dear lil brother was such a sweetie, he hacked all my accounts and changed the passwords. I was forced to choke the passwords out of him and it was a daunting task. It did not help that I'm working on some research now and that I'm currently down the depressed path. Really down.
so what I did was read the manga all over again and watch the anime 5 times to get in the mood ^ ^. I realized how off my timeline is, seriously two years and they act like that? Who am I kidding. So there, I'm imploring you to just overlook it PLEASE... It's a flaw I can't correct yet.. ahuhuhu T_T.
Also, this one's not beta-ed and I made the last part here at the stiffling hot tropical summer of my beloved country. I can see heat haze at the road and I can almost smell burning rubber (prolly my rubber flipflops melting). So... if you have anything to say or correct or whatnot, review or PM me.
I should stop now coz it's quite long...but I really missed you guys... *puppy eyes*
did you miss me too? *glances discreetly at the review button*
Have a junjou day minna!
[Listening to Iridescent]