Junjo Romantica/Terrorist/Egoist

[ JUNJO HORROR.]

A STALKING HORROR. -inspired by a dream. for a friend

Omake [extra 1]

A/N: This is something new I'm doing where I will write a random chapter about something like how those junjo minimum (which i've yet to read) and stuff don't affect the main present story whatsoever, but they're still good to read. So yeah. I want to know if this is, well, a good entertaining thing I can do for this fanfic. Let me know what you think of it. Thank you for reading!

p.s. the following takes place 4 years after flashbacks, in other words during the present time. This event takes place a year before the stalker thing.

"Sir, are you clocking out at this hour?" asked a nurse as she peaked into Yuusuke's office. Yuusuke stopped writing and looked up at her.

"Oh, um, I wanted to get a little more work in before the holidays," said Yuusuke as he smiled, "I'll lock up and everything when I'm done so no trouble comes to you or the others in the floor."

"Oh, thank you! Good night sir!"

"Good night miss."

As soon as Yuusuke was sure the nurse and the entire department left the floor he worked in as a doctor, he pulled out his cell phone.

"H-hello? You called a while ago Haruhi-?"

"Are you done yet?" impatiently asked Haruhiko on the other end.

"I just have to file some documents in the cabinets," Yuusuke replies smiling nervously.

"How long will that take? Since its Friday night, I went ahead and reserved us dinner at a five star restaurant."

"W-WHAT? ! H-Haruhiko-san, d-don't do that! That's horribly expensive! !"

"Are you declining my gesture of kindness and intimate privacy I want with you over an expensive dinner I went out of my way to plan and pay for no questions asked?" asked Haruhiko.

"WHAT? ! Haruhiko-san, I never said tha-!"

"Good. So how much longer?"

"Um," Yuusuke placed the cell phone in between his left shoulder and his left cheek to do more filing with both hands instead of just one, "I'll be done in five minutes!" he exclaimed as he worked even faster.

"Too late, I couldn't wait," said Haruhiko as he opened the door to Yuusuke's office and stared at the poor young man, holding his phone up to his ear.

"Oh, Haruhiko, I'm uh . . . . almost . . . f-finished," mumbled Yuusuke terribly nervous and unable to look Haruhiko in the eye.

"Good. Everyone in your floor leaves at this hour? I only saw the nurses of the night shift in the main office of this floor. This is just a ward for patients in recovery right? It's a good thing. It means you can come home at a usual hour, unlike those emergency care doctors whom have their schedule's revolving around their patient's health."

"I will ignore the terrible comment with the nice thing you tried to say there," mumbled Yuusuke nervously as he started locking the metal cabinets like usual. These usual little visits are often when Haruhiko has free time and no meetings to attend to. This has been going on for about four months now, their relationship.

"You want me to go home and change from my working clothes?" asked Yuusuke as he opened a cabinet to his right side.

"No, that's alright. What you're wearing is fine. Just the white coat."

"Oh sure, by the way, how did your meeting go?" asked Yuusuke as he took off his coat, folded it and placed it in his bag.

"Fine. We've been having an increase in the market though. We got those around this time of year."

"Um, is that a good or bad thing?"

"It's good, because that means I get to spend more money on you."

"Oh, t-thanks," mumbled Yuusuke embarrassed, not knowing whether to be happy or repulsed for causing a terrible burden of some sort on someone. As Yuusuke finished placing whatever he needed in his bag, he took out a potted plant from the opened cabinet. It was big with red, dark flower petals sprouting in all directions, it smelled like vanilla, and had a white silky bow tied around the dark brown pot.

"What is that?" asked Haruhiko.

"Oh, this is an early Christmas gift from another doctor whose office is right across mine," said Yuusuke as he placed his bag on his shoulder and handed Haruhiko the pot. The two then stood outside of his office as he locked up.

"Why would he give you this?" asked Haruhiko astounded.

"Oh, well, people do nice things for others without being asked. He came from the same university I did so I've known him for a long time. That's probably why he gave it to me. I guess I'll bake him something come Christmas day."

The two then proceeded to head to four other doors where Yuusuke locked the doors to as well.

"I don't like it."

"But, it's a pretty plant. Its smells lovely and-"

"I don't like the idea of other people giving you things."

"Oh. Well, I can tell them to stop if it really bothers y-"

"No, you're too nice and modest. I'll think of some other way to do that."

"Is this some jealousy thing? I'm very flattered but I won't take interest in someone else but-"

"What's the point of earning so much money, if someone else is going to spend theirs on your boyfriend," muttered Haruhiko to himself.

"Oh please Haruhiko-san, you make me sound terribly conceited and selfi-"

"What's wrong with wanting to spoil you rotten?"

"Wha-? A lot of things! For one, you should try saving money for retirement. "

"Our retirement."

"Two, don't waste so much carelessly, you should do it every so often, not spend money in huge amounts three times a week!"

"Money on us."

"And three, you should stop giving me so much. I feel so poor compared to you."

"You feel poor? I can give you some-"

"Oh please, I wasn't referring to money, I-"

"I was going to say financial advice. But that's a good idea too."

"Ergh."

"I thought everyone liked money to do and buy things."

"It's just that I don't need money and have the need to be 'spoiled'. I mean it's nice that you care so much, and I guess I don't mind dinners with you and random nice gifts, but I want to be able to give you things like that in return."

The two stepped in an empty elevator down the hallway. It was pretty quiet now since visiting hours in this part of the ward had ended hours ago.

"I mean, I hate that I can't 'up-show' you in the things you give me, but I'd like to."

"You don't have to you know."

"Yeah but, I'd like to treat you to things too."

"Well, you did show me what ice cream is."

"I couldn't believe you've never tried it."

"You taught me how to pick out good fruit at a supermarket."

"I couldn't believe you've never been in one."

"You show me lots of things I've never known."

"Yeah, but that's normal stuff," muttered Yuusuke in a depressed tone as he took the pot from Haruhiko's arms.

"Five-star dinners, butlers and limousines are normal to me," said Haruhiko, "we can take each other to these places we're already comfortable with."

"Well, I've never looked at it that way. But you still do so much for me."

"You think too little of yourself. Besides, you can still do things for me I can't," mumbled Haruhiko.

"I dou-" Haruhiko grabbed Yuusuke's hand. Yuusuke nervously looked up at Haruhiko and went completely red, getting the hint.

"Um . . . I . . . er . . . g-guess I . . y-yeah," uttered Yuusuke in a whispering voice as he smiled terribly shy.

The next day at the hospital . . .

As Yuusuke comes out of the elevator, he heads towards the office right across from his and knocks. A young man answers the door.

"Yes?"

"H-here is a p-plant all the way from F-France. And t-thanks," mumbled Yuusuke completely embarrassed as he walked into his office. Everyone had stared at the paper taped on his back saying "Don't give gifts, already with somebody rich," Haruhiko had insisted on him wearing until the holidays were over.

a/n: Tell me what you think! Remember, this is just a random bonus chapter thing! I believe omake means bonus, so yeah!

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