Author's Note: thank you so much for those who reviewed, subscribed, added to their favorites and read this^ ^ i appreciate it. here's the 2nd chapter, it's a bit longer than the first chapter, i literally ranted all the way. i also answered all the questions i posted at the first chap. i hope you enjoy this one too
this is purely fanmade, any similiraties to any story is purely coincidental otherwise specified.
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica nor any of the characters ( except the auburn haired man{he's in the story})
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Saturday 23:33
"Suzuki-san"
Cried a teenage boy while stroking a huge stuffed bear. It has been more than an hour since he saw those accursed photos- photos he had hoped to be hoaxes- but his hope had failed him. THEY WERE REAL. Every single one of them. The negatives have proven them to be so. He knew enough to know that while pictures can be edited, negatives can't. It is almost impossible to alter the negative. Whoever sent those photos left no chances that he will doubt their authenticity.
"Suzuki-san…what should I do?"
With that, the confused boy hugged the large bear, rocking with it. He looked at the time and realized how lost he had been, "Usagi-san is still not here, he's late, extra late" continued the boy, not sure whether he's talking to the bear or to himself. "ahh what should I expect, it has been like this for a few weeks now." He grew wearier with that thought. What he was talking about is the fact that for the past 3 weeks, the author has been so busy with whatever he was doing that he's paying less and less attention to the boy. Misaki held up his hands and begun ticking off his fingers, counting his observations (those that he missed, but of course he will never admit it).
First, Usagi-san had stopped fetching him from school. Misaki thought at first that it was a good thing since people are now starting to get more friendly with him (define friendly: they no longer stare at him nor talk about him behind his back, they actually greet and smile at him every now and then) but a few more days and he's actually waiting if Usagi-san will come to pick him up. Second, they no longer talk that much. They don't really talk all the time but their conversations had been reduced to a simple "good morning usagi-san" with a curt reply of "morning" from the older man. In fact, the novelist would now only talk to him directly when he is informing the young boy that he would be late and that he won't be able to eat dinner with him. Third, even though he still insists on bringing Misaki to uni, he just drops the boy with a "have a nice day" then he drives off. No kisses, no 'take care", no "I love you". Fourth, he no longer text nor call him every now and then. Misaki had been unconsciously staring at his phone every time he finds time to do so, secretly wishing that his Usagi-san would send a text, or even a missed call. All are in vain; Usagi-san would only text to inform him that he would be late or something close to that and Fifth ( the one Misaki most terribly missed but he would never, ever, not in a million years, admit this to anyone specially himself), Usagi-san no longer "forces" him to endure the novelists perverted acts. It's not the hot sex that he misses (of course he won't even admit it) but the simple touch, warmth, the feeling that he is a part of the older man's body and heart.
"He doesn't even hug me anymore Suzuki-san" his heart clenched painfully with those realizations. His gaze once again rested on those photos. He stood up, letting Suzuki-san drop at the floor, and approached them once again. He knelt at the floor beside one and picked it up, he knew what he is about to see, knew that the images will hurt him beyond his imagination, but still, he looked at them. He picked another one, and another, and another. He stared heavily at the photos, trying to look for anything that will help him cling into any hope, anything at all. But he found none. The thing that he had been dreading has now happened.
"Usagi-san had grown tired of me…and he has replaced me with someone else now Suzuki-san" his voice and resolve finally broke. He don't know if he really is some kind of a masochistic idiot or his sanity has left him completely for he still continued staring at the photo of two half naked male, kissing each other passionately; one with auburn hair, had his arms around a taller gray-haired man that was none other than Misaki's lover. Akihiko Usami.
Misaki was still kneeling on the floor, that photo in his limp hands when the door clicked and opened. The door revealed a disheveled, angry-looking and drunk Usagi-san. "O-okaeri Usagi-san" Misaki was shocked to see Usagi-san in that state so he automatically switched to everything's-fine-mode. He hurriedly stood up to help Akihiko remove his shoes but the older man just waved him off, he didn't even bother to answer "tadaima", the young lad wasn't even sure if the older man actually looked at him. Usagi-san dragged himself towards the stairs, leaving Misaki staring after him, gaping like an idiot.
"U-Usagi-san…wait…I – uhmm…why are u drunk?." Misaki looked helplessly at his lover who was slowly making his progress towards the stairs. "what the heck?! He barges in drunk, no "I'm home" not even a look and now he's ignoring me?! like I'm nothing!" Misaki gritted his teeth, clenched his fist (crumpling the photo), Akihiko's indifference had triggered his nerves. All the things that he missed, the change in his lover's attitude towards him, the cold lonely nights, the long hours of waiting and finally, the photos he had just seen all piled up and he exploded.
"Usagi-san! Stop right there! We need to talk!" Misaki had let himself shout and it rang eerily at his ears, the noise made Akihiko halt. The novelist turned to look at him and said hoarsely "Talk about what? Why don't you go to your room now and sleep? I'm already tired so stop bothering me" then proceeded towards the stairs while loosening his tie.
"NO! I will not sleep until we've talked!" Misaki advances a few steps towards his lover while glaring angrily, he pointedly ignored the line 'stop bothering me' for if he does, he will crumble, he never wanted to bother anyone, specially his Usagi-san. "You've been ignoring me. You always come home late, you don't talk to me, I'm wondering if you even see me at all!!" continued Misaki as he fought to control his anger and his tears at the same time. The author just looked at him, shook his great head and said "I don't know what you're talking about and I certainly have no time to deal with your childish qualms. Now let me rest, I'm tired." With that he turned around once again, intent on ignoring the boy. But Misaki would have none of it, he closed the gap between him and his lover, grabbed Akihiko's arm and shouted again "NO! We will talk now, you will give me an explanation of why I had to endure all this! I'm tired of you ignoring me all the time!"
Akihiko's already shortened tempered ran out, he spun around, glared at the boy and spoke coldly and unthinkingly "If your tired then leave, I want to sleep and I would have none of this foolishness in my house". Misaki froze; he was dumbfounded by Akihiko's words. Akihiko took this chance to make his way up the staircase, towards his room and this time he succeeded.
"If you're tired then leave… If you're tired then leave… If you're tired then leave…"
Those words replayed over and over again at Misaki's head. His mouth hang open as if in a silent scream, his eyes blurred with tears that he can no longer fight. His body moving on its own, heeding the thoughts that ran through his head. His anger has been replaced with something else. Sorrow. Pain crept to his chest and stayed there with a vice-like grip. As he walk towards the door and outside the penthouse, everything; his sanity, his voice, his life, crumbled to nothingness. His world has stopped revolving, everything for him is in a standstill, and will remain that way as he left the place where his only hope of reviving his world resides. He felt nothing, he was nothing.
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A/N: again, i know that ur thinking of something like these : ?! why is Usagi san like that?!!! who was that auburn haired man in the photo? where will Misaki be headed now? what will he do?? what will happen in the morning?? or maybe this " u f***ing b***!! what have you done to our cute Misaki, how dare you make him cry like that! and what was that with usagi san?! this plot sucks! i hate you! totally! anata kirai!!!!!"
yeah, it's ok if your thinking of that, i hate myself too for writing this, i didnt even know how i finished it. but again, i hope u find it interesting enough to reach here. any recommendation,suggestion or violent reaction will be humbly accepted (for i deserved it)
have a junjou day everyone
[listening to Leave out all the Rest]