I Will Never Love Like This Again…
Disclaimer:Misaki:PureHeartKill does not own Junjou Romantica, but she does own the Doctor Daisuke Takahashi and his daughter Sakura and Shinobu's teacher, Arai Satou, since never meet him/her in the manga I made one up...
Rating: T maybe M in later chapters
A/N: I'm REALLY sorry if some of the characters seem ooc at times. As everyone knows, Terrorist doesn't get many chapters so I'm not as in touch with them as I am the others. However I absolutely adore this couple because they just seem so perfect for each other and I really wanted to write a FanFiction for them so I did and this is it. I want to thank everyone who's reviewed so far. None of my stories have ever gotten reviews before (I had another account before this one) so this is a huge deal for me. Also I'm sorry if the last chapter wasn't exactly up to par…. I can't judge my own writing because I'll just say 'That sucks!" and write it… So I leave it up to you guys. If you want me to change anything, let me know and I'll revise any chapter you want ^-^
Warning: BoyXBoy paring, don't like don't read. Also in the first few chapters there is akind ofcharacter death and there will be Mpreg! Also this is my firstfull onMpreg fiction sopleasebe nice everyone!
And With that… I hope that you enjoy I Will Never Love Like This Again: Romantica Part
Chapter 1: I Will Never Let You Go
"U-Usagi-san! Nii-chan is coming over today! Please…" Misaki groaned out as Akihiko teased and toyed with his body. Akihiko smirked and pulled the younger boy in for a long passionate kiss, before he was interrupted by Misaki shoving him away. "Baka Usagi!" He yelled as he went downstairs to get everything ready for his brother's arrival.
The sound of the doorbell made Misaki jump. His brother wasn't supposed to be there until well after noon, around dinner time to be exact, and it was still fairly early in the morning. Misaki pulled open the door. "Nii-chan!" Misaki said, surprised that his brother actually came hours before he was supposed to. "I wasn't expecting you until dinner! The house isn't clean yet!" Misaki began to panic, but his brother only laughed.
"I'm early because Akihiko said he wanted to talk to me… I thought he told you…" Misaki glared at Akihiko, gritting his teeth. He was sure that Usagi-san hadn't said anything of the sort, but then again… with the night they had last night… Misaki shook the thought away and welcomed his brother inside.
"I'm sorry about the mess…" Misaki said with a blush as he shot Akihiko one more death glare before going back to working on dinner. "Where are Nee-san and Mahiro?" Misaki asked after realizing that his brother's wife and son were nowhere to be seen, even though Misaki had heard that they were coming too.
"They will be here for dinner… But first I would like to know what was so important that Akihiko had to talk to me about." Takahiro went up to Akihiko and sat down on the couch across from him. "I was a bit concerned when you said this had to do with Misaki…" Takahiro began, and Misaki froze. He couldn't be thinking about that could he? Misaki silently panicked.
"Yes… I was thinking that it might be best… if Misaki were to stay here after graduation." Akihiko said in his usual stuck up and protective way. Of course, his statement made Misaki relax a little. Surely that subject wasn't going to come up anytime soon… right?
"What do you mean…? Misaki needs to get a job and start a family… Won't it be an inconvenience for you?" Takahiro said with wide eyes. Misaki sighed and continued cutting the salmon. They always had this conversation lately. Akihiko was always telling Misaki that he could go and live on his own, but Misaki wouldn't hear it. After all, Akihiko can't even cook eggs without blowing something up; there was no way he could live without Misaki.
"He needs some time to get his feet on the ground. Sure, he has a job, but it's only part time and it's not enough to pay for an apartment. I'll support him financially until he can live on his own, and then we will discuss it." Akihiko's eyes were stern and unwavering, and Takahiro was almost frightened by how intent Akihiko was to get Misaki to keep living with him. Akihiko has never shown this kind of interest in anyone… Takahiro thought to himself.
"I understand… Maybe that would be best…" Takahiro said with a sigh, and got up from the chair. "If that is all…. I'll be going back to get the others, and we will come back around dinner time." AS Takahiro left, he had a strange look on his face, but Misaki thought nothing of it.
The evening sun had gotten low in the sky, and cast an orange light on the glistening city. Misaki had always enjoyed the view from Akihiko's apartment, even though the place was too extravagant for him. He loved the way the sun looked as it peeked behind the buildings of the city, making it look more peaceful then it actually was. Once more a soft chime rang through the house, and Misaki ran to welcome his brother and sister-in-law and little nephew.
This dinner was loud and boisterous, as everyone discussed different things. Takahiro and Akihiko took to talking about 'the old times' while Misaki and Manami discussed typical housewife occurrences, despite Misaki being a boy. Honestly, the dinner went rather well, until Takahiro decided to as the question that had been stuck in his mind all day.
"Say... Akihiko… what is my brother to you?"
A/N: Sorry guys! I know I haven't been posting as much lately. There are plenty excuses for this. 1.) School is starting tomorrow and I've been busy. 2.) Lack of inspiration for the Romantica part. 3.) I still miss the Terrorist part, because I could make their relationship innocent but Akihiko is a perv and I'm not good at writing that. 4.) SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW so I'm not thinking about much else. 5.) For some reason, since it's the end of break everyone suddenly wants to hand with me, so yea. And finally 6.) I've been writing my novel instead. Please Review!
Misaki: I thought this was an Mpreg fic…
PureHeartKill: It is, I'm just trying to mix it up. Your time is coming.
Misaki: I'm scared.
PureHeartKill: You should be.
