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. I noticed that I am a dork and I still had the thing for terrorist up 11 chapters into the Romantica part. Wow… really PureHeartKill? Anyway… I like Romantica and all, but sometimes Misaki's way of not admitting his feelings for Akihiko UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES really annoys me, so if he seems OOC I apologize. 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 12: No Such Things As Secrets

Recap of the last chapter (again… this is because I'm the dork that can't remember what I wrote): Takahiro looked between Akihiko and Misaki, all of them trying to process what they saw. Misaki started to shake, and his eyes watered. Akihiko sprang up to his lover's side, and pulled him into a comforting hug. "Usagi-san… I'm… scared…" Misaki whispered into his lover's chest, and Akihiko grimaced at the thought of his precious Misaki being taken away from him.

It was a few moments before Takahiro spoke up. "Misaki… I-is something wrong." Takahiro, being as dense as he was, hadn't yet processed the situation until he saw his brother's watering eyes. His eyes grew so wide they almost popped out of his head. "No… No way… Misaki tell me you aren't…." The look Misaki gave his brother before bursting into tears said it all. Takahiro's one and only brother… is… pregnant?

And just like that, Takahiro's face met the cold, hard floor. "N-Nii-chan?" Misaki cried out in a panic when he heard the thud from his brother's head made contact with the floor. Misaki's eyes widened and the boy burst into tears once more. "Damn it! Why do I have to be a freak?" At this point, the younger boy's knees had started to shake and bend, and he collapsed into his tears. Akihiko's comforting touch didn't help.

"Misaki…" The boy's incomprehensible cries were the only answer. Akihiko scowled and grabbed Misaki's shoulder. "Misaki! Listen to me!" Akihiko's voice burned with a certain life Misaki had never heard before. "I will always be there for you! It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about you, you are not a freak! Because I say you're not a freak." Misaki smiles, the tears still streaking his face, yet there was a certain air around the two that told the observers the story of their indescribable love.

Mahiro's call broke the trance. "Papa? Mama… Why is Papa sleeping on the ground?" Misaki jumped. He had completely forgotten about his brother who lay on the ground, and was about to do something about it, but Akihiko had already scooped Takahiro up and was placing the other man on the couch. Misaki sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"What am I going to do now…?" Misaki whispered to the wind. Akihiko frowned, gesturing for Manami and Mahiro to give them some privacy. She nodded, understanding the plea in his eyes, and left without a word. Silence conquered the air. "U-Usagi-san?" Large, strong arms pulled Misaki into a comforting embrace. A cool sensation went through him and Usagi's large hand ran through the other boy's hair.

"Misaki… I don't like to see your worry like this. How many times to I have to tell you? I will never leave your side. I'll be there for you, always." Akihiko pulled away, enough so he could see Misaki's beautiful hazel eyes. "So don't ever think that you have to do this alone!" Akihiko had raised his voice a few octaves, yet his tone was not angry, yet sad, like Akihiko was a boy, about to lose his favorite toy. Misaki smiled.

Akihiko always was immature.

"I know, Usagi-san… B-but... Nii-chan… It wasn't easy for him to accept… us..." Misaki was still reluctant to use words like 'lover' or 'relationship'. "I don't think it will be easy for him to accept... this…" Misaki placed a hand on his stomach. There wasn't much time left in four months they would have a kid running around the house. Misaki wasn't ready yet, there was so much to be done.

Now there was a killer after people like him.

Akihiko scowled, seeing right through Misaki's excuses. "I will never let anyone touch you! So don't worry about this insane person out for blood!" Misaki smiled, yet it was drenched in sorrow. Usagi-san… is more worried about me... He's not ready to be a father yet… "And I would never let anyone hurt our preciouschild, either!" Misaki's eyes widened at this. The tone, it was the one Akihiko had always used with Misaki… that honeysuckle voice that always made Misaki wild… that voice that let him know he was loved.

"Usagi-san!" Misaki flung his arms around the older man, and for the first time, Misaki graced Akihiko's lips with his soft, pink lips… Akihiko's eyes widened, but he succumbed to the kiss, and he would have taken Misaki up to their room, as usual, but they were interrupted. This seemed to becoming a normal occurrence for them.

"Er… I know I said I accepted you guys, but that doesn't mean I'm ok with waking up to seeing you two MAKING OUT!" Takahiro wasn't yelling, or angry, but his face was red. Yet, Misaki still launched himself away from his lover; the younger boy's face becoming red with embarrassment. Takahiro sighed and rubbed his head, and then his eyes widened. Slowly, memory poured into him. His eyes darted between the other men in the room. "W-Wait a minute…. Please tell me that… Misaki being…" he could barely get the word out, "p-pregnant..." he gulped, "Was all a dream."

"Misaki turned a deeper shade or red. "N-No…" The boy's voice was meek. "It wasn't a dream." Now, Takahiro was mad. Hell, the man couldn't even find words, and if it were anyone other than Misaki he was yelling at, the boy would find humor in hearing his brother go 'aslfdkjshdfgaufedg;serthg'. Now, however, was not the time for jokes. "Nii-chan Calm down!" Takahiro's staccato breaths were all that could be heard in the nearly silent room. "I- It's not like I knew about it! If anyone knew this was possible before five months ago, I could have stopped it. Therefore, it's not my fault!" Misaki's eyes turned into a fiery red and he glared at Akihiko. "Instead blame him!" Misaki hissed, and Akihiko held up his hands in surrender.

"S-So I'm going to be an Uncle after all…?" Takahiro's voice was monotone, and his face held no trace of expression. Misaki cocked his head to one side, tried to read his brother's eyes before answering. But of course, that didn't work either.

Misaki's mood swings being in full swing once more, the boy went from screaming at Akihiko, to shrugging nonchalantly. "More or less." Takahiro's eyes brightened at once.

"That's… Wonderful!"

A/N: Sorry If this chapter sucked. 1. I was mad 2. I forgot where was was 3. My brother is a dork and 4. My muse didn't come back until I started to listen to Tae Yang. And now my brain hurts and I need to be in bed in ten minutes before my mom finds out I'm up and I'm murdered for ignoring the 'bed time' that she expects us teenagers to care about. Anyway, enough ranting, more arguing with Shinobu. Please Review!

Shinobu: Why is you arguing with me so important to this fanfiction?

PureHeartKill: Because I can and I enjoy it.

Shinobu: You enjoy my pain.

PureHeartKill: Sadist…

Misaki: You guys… Again?

PureHeartKill: /ignore/ Never gonna give a fuck~

Shinobu: You are an ass.

PureHeartKill: I see no donkey's butts.

Shinobu: …

PureHeartKill: I win.