Disclaimer: My feet are cold.

Hiroki: Uh, that's random.

Chey: I'm gonna go get socks. *walks off*

Hiroki: What the—? You can't leave! Get back here!

Chey: Okay, okay, I'm back. Calm down. I olakehg;lieqrugh oh dammit.

Hiroki: What the hell is that?

Chey: My cat just jumped onto my computer.

Hiroki: …Not gonna ask. Just say the disclaimer so we can get to the story please.

Chey: Urgh, I suppose. I do not own Junjou Romantica. Oh I have a message for Alethea: …Uhhh no, too much overkill, sorry.

Chapter Twenty-Onewqkjawo damn cat.

"I left the place of my birth, the Christians call it Heaven, to find the one I truly loved. He was human so he left to be reincarnated. I followed him onto this plane after convincing my family to at least let me try to find him." Nowaki spoke over a cup of coffee. They had walked to the nearest road and waved down a large delivery van. Akihiko had simply handed the driver a 10,000 yen note and they got a ride to town. They were now in a little coffee shop, trying to replace their adrenaline rush with the less brutal caffeine rush.

Hiroki listened to Nowaki's tale with his head bent low over his coffee. He was hiding his expression, or rather, his dejection. Now everyone knew that Nowaki had come here to find his old lover. His lips pinched together as he fought tears.

Akihiko watched his best friend's expression. He found himself perplexed at the man's expression. He looked like his heart was breaking as he listened to his lover's confession. The man had followed Hiroki to another frigging world to be with him. What was Hiroki's issue? He cast a glance over at Misaki who also offered some consternation at Hiroki's weird look.

Even Nowaki noticed. He couldn't figure out why his lover was so upset. Was it just because he had hid his past for so long? Or—the comprehension dawned on him with a pang in his heart—did Hiro-san not want such an obsessive lover? He'd been chasing Hiroki across dimensions. That did hit stalker level in a bigger way than just borrowing—stealing his house key. He looked at the ground wondering if Hiro-san hated him now.

"Hiroki, what is it?" Akihiko finally asked.

Hiroki looked up into his friend's mildly concerned eyes. "No-nothing." That single word was more evasive anything else he could have said.

"Hiroki."

"What?" he growled.

Akihiko grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of his and led him to the bathroom. "Hiro-san!" Nowaki called after him, getting to his feet.

"We'll be right back," Akihiko said. A moment later, they disappeared into the bathroom.

"Baka, what the hell—"

Akihiko cut him off. "Why do you look like you're about to cry?"

Hiroki sputtered. "I'm not going to cry!"

"Yes you are, your eyes are over bright, your lip is trembling, if it weren't for that heartbroken look you've got, I'd think you'd just had sex.

"Asshole." Hiroki rubbed his eyes, furious when his hands came away damp. "I just… He came here to be with the man he loved. A man who doesn't even, can't even remember him. Why the hell does he have to love him?" Dammit, his eyes were filling once more.

Akihiko looked more exasperated than he'd ever looked in his life. "You're an idiot."

Hiroki decked his best friend, knocking him sideways with the force of the hit. "Shut the fuck up. You're not the one with a lover who came all the way to another world to find someone else and have him settle for you."

"That's why you're an idiot," Akihiko said, rubbing his jaw.

"What?" Hiroki yelled, ready to hit him again.

"Your thought process is all wrong."

Hiroki hesitated. "What do you mean?"

"Come on," he dragged him out of the bathroom and back to the table. Without preempt, he asked, "Kusama-san, the person you followed here, who was it?"

Nowaki cocked his head to the side. "Hiro-san, obviously." Hiroki froze for a moment, staring at Nowaki. "How did you not know that?" He looked at Hiroki's face and caught his stunned expression. "Hiro-san?"

Hiroki grabbed the taller man's hand and pulled him upright. This time, he was the one dragging someone to the bathroom. When the door closed, he rounded on Nowaki. "What was that out there?"

"What do you mean?"

"You…you came here to be with me?" he whispered.

Nowaki looked confused but smiled. "Of course. When you left me, I made it my life's goal to get back to you. It took four years to talk Mom and Dad into letting me go and then I was aging like a human and I couldn't remember anything about my past. When I saw you that day in the park, everything came flooding back. I had to get you back, whether you remembered me or not." Nowaki touched Hiroki's cheek. "I know you don't remember, and I know you told me you wouldn't remember, but…but I can't let you go. I know it seems like I'm being a total stalker and you probably don't want to be with—" Hiroki silenced him as he slammed into Nowaki and kissed him hard.

Nowaki instantly wrapped his arms around the older man, lifting him off the ground as they embraced. "Hiro-san," Nowaki breathed against Hiroki's lips as the man panted before kissing him again. "I love you."

"I love you," Hiroki managed to gasp out between kisses. "I love you so so much." They didn't speak again as they were too busy kissing and trying to get enough oxygen.

Chey: Yay, at last Hiroki understands everything. Plus he got to punch Akihiko.

Akihiko: How is that a plus?

Chey: It just is.

Hiroki: For once, I agree with her.

Chey: Yay, I win!

Thanks for reading, please review and love will reign apparent.

~CheyanneChika