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Nekomoo and panda-chan- Hehe here you go. I'm glad you like it :3

IsabelleDorito- I'm mostly planning for Misaki and Akihiko to get back together at some point or another, or at least properly reconcile, but I'm not sure at this point. This story will have the basic plotline of the original but there will most likely be some changes, a few major and a few minor.

Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica.

-JR—JR—JR-

Misaki's POV

'I won't let you get away.' Those words echoed through my head, the words that Haitani told me the day I was released, as I was leaving the cell. 'You're mine and mine alone.'

I stared at the tile floor while I tried to even out my breathing. It took me a second to notice that Akihiko was trying to get my attention. "Misaki? Are you okay?"

'No, I'm not fine! That demon that tormented me for three years just called my brother's house! How could I be okay?!' was what I wanted to say, but refrained from telling Akihiko that.

"I-I'm fine," I stuttered, hurriedly walking past him and going for the stairs, but he caught my wrist in a gentle but firm grasp.

"You don't seem fine," he said worriedly. "What's wrong?" I tried to shake the man's hand off, but his grip was too tight.

"Nothing is wrong!" I snapped, but refused to look up. I wouldn't let him see me in such a weak and broken state. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Akihiko's grip loosened in his surprised state, and I could finally jerk my wrist from his hand. I rushed up the stairs. For the second time, I slammed my door shut and locked it. Before I could make another move, someone began knocking on my door, almost frantically.

"Misaki, tell me what's wrong," Akihiko's annoyed and worried voice came. I ran a trembling hand down my face. 'Yes, Misaki. Tell the man who betrayed you what's wrong. Tell him what I did to you. Tell him how I marked you as mine so that no one could take you from me,' Haitani's voice said.

I pushed it away, ignoring the fact that voices in your head wasn't usually a good thing. "Misaki, please. What's wrong?"

I'd had enough of it. I unlocked the door and swung it open forcefully. "You want to know what's wrong?" I asked with a deceptively calm voice. Akihiko nodded unsurely and I gestured for him to come in. I didn't want anyone eavesdropping.

Once the door was closed behind me, I turned the lock out of habit. Akihiko raised an eyebrow but said nothing about it.

"What's wrong is that the man that left me alone for all those years came back into my life, flaunting his new lover, and acting as though it's doing nothing to me," I hissed, still facing the door. I didn't want to see what kind of face he had. I didn't want to see any guilt or regret on his face, if he even felt any.

"But I-" the author began, but I cut him off.

"No, Akihiko!" I snapped. "Let me finish talking before you say anything!" Akihiko seemed shocked at my angry tone, as he immediately went quiet.

"Did you never realize that bringing Ritsu here, acting all lovey-dovey around me with him, all of it is driving me crazy?! And don't even think about making a comment about jealousy, because I'm really not in the mood for it," I said harshly. I finally turned around and saw Akihiko looking at me with a mixture of guilt, regret, and shock.

I started laughing then, laughing hard and without mirth. "Wow! The great Usami-sensei can't even figure out when he's crossing a line he shouldn't. And I thought you were the most attentive person ever. I guess that's just with people you care about, though."

Akihiko looked like he wanted to say something. "You can talk now," I told him, going from 'amused' to blank in a second.

"Please," he whispered. "Don't think that I don't care about you, because I do-"

I scoffed, then said with a bitter tone, "Is that why you left me for someone else? Yeah, that's a way to show how much you care about me. Betray me and break my heart."

The man flinched at my words. "I'm sorry," he said desperately, looking at me with pleading eyes. "Can you forgive me?"

I looked away from him and didn't answer, scowling. That seemed to be answer enough to him, and he looked sad.

After a couple of minutes of thick silence, I whispered, "Get out. Now. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

He made his way to my door, but paused with his hand on the doorknob. "I know you can get through this. You're strong."

I spun on him angrily. I shoved my sleeves up roughly and showed him my forearms. "Look at this and tell me that I'm strong. Tell me that I have strength after resorting to something so shameful!"

Akihiko froze in place at the sight of my arms. For once, the god-like author Usami Akihiko was at a loss for words. Because there were self-inflicted scars covering practically every inch of the skin on my forearms.

-JR—JR—JR-

That night I went for a long walk while everyone was asleep. I needed time to think in a place where there weren't constant reminders of what I'd been through. I walked down the empty side walk, watching with absent fascination as my breath made white puffs in the air every time I exhaled.

I wondered if it was Ritsu that made Akihiko leave me at first, or if it was something else, something he couldn't tell me about. But he wouldn't act as he had before he left if it was something like that. He would act as normal (well, normal for him) as possible so that I wouldn't suspect.

In those few weeks before he left, it was as though there was inner turmoil that he couldn't tell me about, something that was bothering him that he couldn't say. I gave a long-suffering sigh and pushed those thoughts out of my mind. There was no point in thinking about it when I wouldn't get any answers.

And then I began thinking about Haitani. I shuddered violently when his voice invaded my head again, whispering things to me and making bile rise in my throat. 'You know, Misaki, he'll never take you back. Not when he knows what I did to you. He'll think you're disgusting, a used piece of garbage.'

"Shut up," I told him, hardening my expression. If I didn't, I knew I would break down and fall deeper into the abyss I was already at the bottom of.

'But you don't have to worry about that with me, my kitten. I'll never leave you. You can stay with me, and I'll never throw you away,' he whispered huskily, and I could almost feel his heavy breath on my ear and his hands running over my body.

I lunged to the side of the sidewalk and heaved, throwing up the meagre meals I'd eaten that day. I dry heaved a few times before stopping. I was breathing heavily, and tears were in my eyes, blurring my vision.

I staggered to my feet and continued down the sidewalk unsteadily, letting the cool breeze calm me down. I reached a crosswalk and stopped walking when the red light came into view. In the distance I saw a car speeding in the distance, glinting red in the dim moonlight.

I ignored it and waited for the light to turn green. The car got closer to the crosswalk. And suddenly arms were wrapping around my waist from behind, and I could feel breath that smelled of alcohol on my cheek while the person's chin sat on my shoulder.

"Hello, Mi-sa-ki~," Haitani purred, saying my name in a childish way that somehow conveyed his dark and lustful personality.

I flinched and said nothing, making sure no emotions showed on my face, and nothing could be read in my eyes.

"I'm here to take you away," he sang.

I made no move to get out of his grip, perfectly aware that it was useless. I saw the car getting even closer to the crosswalk.

"I'll never let you take me away," I spat coldly. "And if you did, I wouldn't let you touch me."

The man chuckled darkly in my ear. "Then if I can't have you, no one can." His arms moved from my waist to my back.

And the rest happened in slow motion. The car was nearly to the point where Haitani and I were standing. Said man pushed me forward with enough force to make me stumble in front of the red sports car.

I looked through the front window with wide, shocked eyes. The car hit me, and pain exploded all over my body as I was thrown like a ragdoll further down the road. I vaguely noticed from my position on the ground that Haitani was gone, as though he was never there in the first place.

"Misaki!" someone cried with horror. All I could see was the smog filled sky glinting with hardly noticeable stars about me. Somehow, in my lucid, half-awake state, I could see the stars much more clearly, so clear that I could never count all of them.

Someone held me in their arms, telling me it would be okay in their strong, velvety voice that was tinted with desperation and fear. Somehow, it felt wrong for those emotions to be there in that voice. And then I heard another voice, higher in pitch, more feminine, and saw a flash of red hair.

Then a flash of silver. The darkness began to consume my sight, and I silently begged it to let me watch the bright, shining stars for just a little bit longer. The darkness did not cease or slow in its advancement, and just before I lost consciousness, the last thing I saw was violet eyes, staring down at me in terror.

-JR—JR—JR-

I'd say I'm sorry for yet another cliffhanger, but . . . so, anyway. Favorite, follow, review, and PM me. Until next time . . .

~O'Malley out!