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Nowaki: Don't be such a child

Hiroki: Oh my god, not this again, you know what, get out. Both of you!

Nowaki: What? You can't kick me out.

Hiroki: CheyannChika does not own Junjou Romantica. There, it's taken of. Girl, start typing the story.

Chey: Yes, Sensei. Oh, and for the record, readers, Jamie can read a decent amount of Japanese. His speaking ability just isn't quite up to par.

Chapter 14

Nowaki returned to the apartment to Jamie and Hiro-san standing at opposite ends of the living room yelling at each other. Nowaki was shocked. He knew his lover had a temper but Jamie was always so amicable.

"You just don't get it! That story is pure drivel! It's riddled with lies and inaccuracies!"

"It doesn't matter if it's true! It's a masterpiece of writing. When I found out the author's true name, it was just a bonus."

"It does matter! Akihiko is purveying two people who are based on actual people, but is taking out the truth. Really all, he is using is names and appearances. Hiroki was actually red in the face. His hands were clenching and unclenching, as if he were dying to throw a book at the younger man.

"I wonder if everything actually is accurate and you're just trying to pull the wool over my eyes. Your anger issues are certainly similar to the ones of the Hiro-san in the story." Jamie looked totally terrified, but was trying hard to stand his ground, but a bruise on his cheek told Nowaki he'd already been hit with a book.

"No, none of it is true! It's all fiction created by the mind of a guy who happens to have a friend named Hiroki. Everything in the story beyond that is untrue!"

"How do you know that? If none of it is true then maybe it's a different Hiroki and Nowaki."

"It's not a different Hiroki and Nowaki! It's us!"

"Aha! There it is." Jamie pointed at him and grinned triumphantly.

Hiroki flinched. Nowaki looked at the book at Jamie's feet and saw a book with two boys on it. He glimpsed the title which read Junai Egoist in romanji(1). He walked over to Jamie and picked it up. He flipped it over to the back and read the summary and stared.

Hiroki thought he'd lost his chance at love when
he had a failed one night stand with his first love.
Crying in the park, he met Nowaki, a middle
schooler. Nowaki wants Hiroki to tutor him for
high school, but is that all he wants? Will a
secret kiss spark a new love or will the first love's
return ruin the newfound relationship?

Nowaki flipped the book back over and read the author's name: Akikawa Yayoi. It didn't ring any bells, but he could guess from the argument that this was Usami Akihiko's penname.

"Hiro-san, how does Usami-san know all the details of our relationship?" Nowaki asked slowly.

Hiroki froze before slowly focusing on the spot. He stared at his lover, who stared back. "Uh, welcome back, Nowaki."

"I'm home," he said automatically. "What's this book?"

"Aha ha ha ha. I got drunk with Akihiko and he must have questioned me because he knew things that I didn't remember telling him."

"So our relationship is a novel so popular that it got translated into English?"

Hiroki rubbed the back of his head. "So it would seem."

"Ha, I knew it!" Jamie cried out. Hiroki shot him a glare and he quieted.

"So Jamie-chan now knows all the intimate details of our relationship because you told your ex and he wrote about it and published it?" Nowaki summed up.

"It sounds so bad when you put it like that." Hiroki looked down, feeling guilty.

"Wait, Usami Akihiko-Sensei is your ex?" Jamie yelped.

"He's not!" Hiroki yelled back. "He not."

"That's not what it says in the book."

"I told you the book is fiction."

"But you just—"

"Quiet!"

"But—"

"Shut up."

"Hiro-cha—"

"Stop!" he yelled. He turned away and stalked to the front door. "I'm going out."

"Hiro-san!" Nowaki cried. Hiroki flinched, but slammed the door shut behind him.

Alex-san poked his head out of his room. "What's all the yelling? Oh, Kamijou-san, what's going on?"

"Uh, nothing. I'm just going for a walk."

"Okay, don't stress yourself out too bad. You don't wanna end up back at the hospital."

Hiroki nodded and went downstairs. He went outside into the bleak wintry sunlight. He stared out at the snow. He was confused inside. He wanted Nowaki. He also wanted to go home. He wanted both of those things. The problem was, what did Nowaki want? He knew Nowaki wanted him, but did he want him as much as he wanted this? Nowaki wanted to be a doctor, but did Nowaki want to be the doctor here? Would he eventually come back to Japan? Back to him?

Hiroki sagged. He didn't know what to do anymore. He saw a bench and sat down. He watched people walk by, lost in thought. Then an older man, probably in his late thirties, approached him. "Hey, you're pretty cute. Wanna have some fun?"

"Get bent," Hiroki replied, in English.

"Oh, don't be like that, babe. Come on, I know a dark alley where we can have some fun." He reached out and touched his shoulder. Hiroki swatted the hand away. "Oooh, not nice." He grasped Hiroki's arm and pulled him to his feet. Hiroki struggled in the man's grasp but his wounds made him weak. He couldn't break the man's hold. The man leaned in and tried to kiss him. Hiroki fought back as hard as he could.

To be continued…

Footnotes: 1) Romanji: Japanese words written out using letters rather than symbols

Chey: Hey y'all, I finished this chapter really fast…I think. *checking* yeah, I updated a week ago.

Nowaki: Congratulations

Chey: Thank you:) Can I have a cookie?

Nowaki: Chey-chan, you have to ask Misa-chan.

Misaki: This isn't my story, leave me out of this!

Chey: Misaki-kun, can I have a cookie?

Misaki: Now look what you've done.

Chey: Please?

Misaki: Ugh, fine. Here you go. *hands over cookie*

Chey: Yay, thank you! My hand's cramping now, so I'm gonna stop, you guys review okay? I'm holding out for seven reviews this time:)

~CheyanneChika