(A/N: I seriously loved this chapter. Like, I really did, y'know? Lol, I swear I'm just grinning like an idiot right now. I can't help it, I just love the Junjou Egoist couple. Just so you guys know, this is the last chapter of this fanfic... I'm glad it didn't surpass the 5 chapters-limit I had over it, but I had to make this chapter kinda longer -not really longer, it's as long as any S-AHS chapter...- but I hope you guys like it anyway!!

I don't own Junjou Romantica, or its characters only the plot. Enjoy!!)


You Must Survive!

Chapter 5

Hiroki woke up with a headache he'd never had before. His face was still slightly wet from crying so much, he realized. The memories of yesterday came back to his head. What had happened to Nowaki? Had he survived? Or was he dead? Hiroki brought a hand up to his tearstained eyes. He decided that the best thing was to wait until receiving a call from the hospital. They would tell him, he thought. First of all, he wanted to take a shower.

As he closed the door of his wardrobe, a black bag fell to the ground. He raised an eyebrow. Where had he seen it before? It looked terribly familiar. His eyes widened when he finally recognized it. It was the bag full of the letters Nowaki had never sent him!

They still gotta be here! He took the bag on his hands and took out an envelope. There was his name, and Nowaki's, too! Almost desperately, Hiroki opened the envelope and gripped the letter within it. His eyes roamed the paper before clearly reading it.

Dear Hiro-san,

How are you? I hope that it hasn't been snowing a lot over there, because today was the second snowfall this month here and it's freezing! Hopefully you're not going through this right now, but still, please be careful so you don't get sick.

I met this little boy some days ago that reminds me a lot of you. He's an orphan like I am, but he's as strong as you are. He usually sits alone to read a book while the other children play together; he says he'd like to be a literature professor when he grows up, and I can't help but to remember you each time he says it.

Right now I'm watching the snow fall through the window. It's so beautiful; I wish you could see it, too, here with me.

I can't wait to be back with you again, and when I do so, I promise you I'll be someone you're proud to call your lover.

If I'm brave enough, I'll probably send you this letter, unlike all of my previous ones.

I miss you, Hiro-san. I miss you a lot. I love you, now and forever.

Kusama Nowaki

P.S. I still have that picture of you, and I look at it every night. It's the only thing that keeps me fighting till the end, because I know that soon I'll be really looking at you in flesh and blood.

That idiot… he should've really sent this letter! Hiroki was again at the edge of tears. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, gripping the letter a bit tighter, but being careful as not to break it.

Even if he'd been away, Nowaki was always caring about him, about his Hiro-san…

What was he to do in return but worry sick about him?

Hiroki read the paper as many times as he needed until he learned it by heart; that way, when he was at the shower, he could see the words as though they were still in front of him.

-

The phone rang.

"H- Hai?" responded Hiroki, holding the phone with both hands because of fear that he might drop it at any second.

"Hai, is this Kamijou Hiroki-san?"

"Y- Yes, this is," he said feebly.

"Oh, good evening, Kamijou-san, I'm the nurse from the hospital you came to yesterday." He suddenly felt his heart had stopped beating. "The reason of my call is to notice you of Kusama Nowaki-san's state." Hiroki couldn't say anything; he felt like a knot was in the middle of his throat.

"H- How is he?" he asked, not wanting to ask if he had survived or not. He heard a sigh at the other end of the line.

"There were some complications," said the woman. He didn't want to hear the rest. He wouldn't bear it… but he said nothing to stop her from talking. "His heart rate almost got down to zero."

'Almost'? What did that mean?

"Fortunately, the doctors were able to inject the anti-virus in time…"

"S- So he's alive?" Hiroki didn't give her any chance to continue as soon as he heard the words 'in time.' That had to mean that Nowaki was not dead! He wasn't dead!

"Yes, sir, he is. I've been informed that he just woke up and that you can come to pick him up now," she answered. "Kusama-san was really one of the lucky ones. He's the strongest patient we've ever had."

"T- Thank you, I know he is," said the brunet with tears of joy prickling at his eyes.

-

"Hiro-san!" He was more than freaking glad to hear that voice again! There was Nowaki, standing next to the nurse with that grin of his and a slight blush over his cheeks. Hiroki tightened his fists until his knuckles were white. He took a hold of Nowaki's wrist and dragged him out of the hospital. Nowaki, confused, thanked the nurse for everything and just followed Hiro-san.

This was strange; he'd thought Hiro-san would be happy to see him, but he looked rather angry. Perhaps he'd just had a bad night. Whatever the reason was, he didn't really care. He just cared that he was able to see Hiro-san's face again.

The truth was… that Nowaki had been as frightened and panicked as he'd never been in his life. When he began to choke in the park, he immediately thought he would die. He never really believed the cause of his cold was the swine flu, so he hadn't doubted the doctor's instructions to take the pills. And as soon as he was taken to the hospital for the second time, he was scared that he wouldn't survive.

The thought of dying had never come into his head, or the way he would die. But when it did, Nowaki could only think of Hiro-san.

How would he take his death? Would he keep on living? Or would he sink into a depression that nobody would be able to take him out of? He didn't want to leave his lover… not again. So now that he was finally safe again, he was glad; not because he was alive, but because he would still be with his Hiro-san.

He went back to his first thought: why was Hiro-san angry?

When they both crossed the door of their apartment, Nowaki made the decision to ask him what had him so angered.

"Hiro-san? Is everything…" But before he could even finish asking, Hiroki had grabbed a book and thrown it right into his lover's forehead, hitting him in the process. Without having any chance to dodge it, Nowaki fell to the floor, the book doing so next to him.

"You asshole!" cried out the brunet, a frown over his face. The blue-eyed rubbed his forehead as he sat up, and he was about to ask for an explanation, but then the unbelievable happened.

Hiroki kneeled down in front of Nowaki and threw his arms around him, pulling his lover into a strong embrace.

"H- Hiro-san?" asked the blue-head. Then he heard the sobs, and he felt how warm tears fell onto his shirt: Hiro-san was crying. "Hiro-san, what's wrong?" he whispered, wrapping his arms around the brunet.

"D- Don't ever scare me like that in your life, you idiot!" sobbed Hiroki. "I… I t- thought you were dead! Do you have any idea of how afraid I was?!" He hugged his lover tighter. There was no way in hell he was ever going to let him go again.

"I'm sorry," apologized Nowaki, moving his hand on Hiro-san's back in circles in an effort to soothe him. "I'm very deeply sorry, Hiro-san."

"N- Nowaki?" There was a small pause. "Y- You broke your promise." Promise? What promise was Hiro-san talking about? "You said you would never make me cry… and yet you did." Realization hit him. The day when he confessed his feelings, he'd told him that he would never make him cry like Usami-san.

"You're right," he said. "I shouldn't have broken that promise. I'm sorry, Hiro-san." Hiroki's tears had ceased momentarily, and it gave him enough strength to speak up.

"Just don't do it again," he replied. Nowaki smiled.

"I promise I won't," he declared, "and I'll make sure to keep my word this time."

"You better do." An awkwardly comfortable silence surrounded them. None of them said a word for a while; they were both happy enough to just hold the other one. "Nowaki?"

"Yes, Hiro-san?"

"I—I love you… I really do." The smile on Nowaki's lips only grew wider.

"I know. I love you too, Hiro-san." He took a deep breath. "Hiro-san, I heard you at the hospital."

"H- Huh?"

"Before I was injected with the anti-virus… I heard all the things you told me." He caught a glimpse of Hiro-san when the pink blush invaded his cheeks. "I didn't want to leave you, and thus, I kept fighting. But for a moment, I thought that I wouldn't be able to make it—and then I remembered your voice." He broke the embrace to be able to be face to face with his lover. "Hiro-san, you were the reason I survived. You saved me, Hiro-san. Thank you." Hiroki looked down, blushing and frowning.

"You idiot."

"Yes, Hiro-san." And having nothing else in mind, "I love you, Hiro-san," Nowaki pulled his Hiro-san down and pressed their lips together, sharing a tender and full of love kiss. I love you so hopelessly much…

"I love you too… Nowaki, you brat."


(A/N: Yep, it's over. All right, now DON'T tell me that you didn't like it cuz I'm sure you all loved it as much as I did! And if you didn't, I'LL THROW A BOOK AT YOU! o.O Just kidding XD I told you Hiro-san would have his happy ending, didn't I? You thought I was lying, huh! Huh! HUH! . . . Okay, I'll stop it.

What else? Oh, right, REVIEW! C'mon, you know you want to! :D BTW, I love Nowaki, and Hiroki, of course. They're so meant to be... REVIEW!! Please! ^_^ I might write another JE fanfic if you ask me to! :P But first I'll try to finish my Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfics, or at least UPDATE them... -.-;; sowwy about that... REVIEW! :D)