Author's Note: this one starts with the introduction of the terrorist couple. I'm sorry this one took so long to finish. i had a lot of things to do.

anyway, i would love to thank all those who followed this story. I'm very glad i'm able to keep you happy. i hope you continue enjoying this story of mine.

also, if there's any mistake with the grammar or whatsoever, feel free to tell me, i didn't have time to edit this one properly.

~another thing, this chapter happened simultaneously with the first chapter. so for those who's wondering why it's Saturday again its because this one happened the same day Misaki found out about the pictures, only earlier as the time states it. i do hope i did not confuse you.

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

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Saturday 17:20

Miyagi lit his umpteenth cigarette while gazing out the window of his messy office. The test he was supposed to make lay half finished at his desk. On top of it was his cell phone. He glanced at it again, seeing no message notification or anything at all he went back to sky-gazing and lung-burning. These actions were repeated for a few (hundred?!) times until a book disturbed his peaceful activity.

"THWACK!"

The book smacked the back of his head, hard. He rubbed the sore part and turned around to face the pitcher of the book. But before he could say anything, his assistant berated him with his usual badgering.

"Sensei we need that exam on Monday! Honestly, get that lazy butt of yours to work!" irritated as always, Kamijou looked sternly at his superior.

Miyagi quickly hitched his goofy attitude and assaulted the owner of the face that he loves to annoy. "Ka-mi-jou my sweet honey!! Someone hit me with a book, it hurts! Will you kiss the pain away???" he said whilst trying to hug the younger man who violently fought.

"Get off me!! Why would your pain be my problem huh?!" Kamijou cried back. Eventually after a minute of struggle and toppling off books, Kamijou was able to free himself and safely reached the refuge of the door.

"Finish that exam! I'll be leaving by 6:30 and if you're not done with that you could photocopy it and distribute it all yourself on Monday!" with that, the irritated assistant slammed the door of the office.

The man left at the room just sighed. His goofy smile gone, replaced by a seriously irritated look. He flashed another look at his cell and still, there's nothing exciting about it. "That dratted brat! Not even caring to call or text me! Well, if this is how he wants it then so be it!" He thought to himself, thinking of none other than his beloved little terrorist, Takatsuki Shinobu. He had been thinking about his lover for the better half of his day (estimated at about 95% of his day) and it had been affecting his performance. The neglected sheets of unfinished questionnaires were solid proof of it. He wasn't capable of thinking straight when his Shinobu-chin enters (more like "invades" actually) his mind. Why was he being overly anxious about the boy? Answer: Shinobu is on a field trip at Otaru, Hokkaido and his last message was exactly 5 hours and 14 seconds ago(and still counting). Although Shinobu is bound to be back tomorrow, Miyagi remained constantly troubled, it's almost night and still, Miyagi had no idea where and what his lover is doing. Not receiving anything from him makes Miyagi feel extremely uncomfortable.

He groaned through his teeth and sat down at his swivel chair. He stared for a couple of minutes at his phone, willing it to receive a message from someone, as if glaring daggers at it will make it receive a mail from Shinobu. After a few minutes, Miyagi seemed to have come to his senses, he stopped staring darkly at his cp and decided that he might as well finish the exam, heaven knows how it would be like to rush all these on Monday and Sunday is a non-working day of course. "There ought to be a message from Shinobu by the time I finished this" he reasoned to himself then proceeded to his work, grudgingly.

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Saturday 18:34

"Phew! Finally done! Ka-mi-jou! Yoohooo! Kamijou! I'm done with the exams!" he shouted for his assistant.

….. Silence.

Miyagi looked at his watch and his face fell. Kamijou is probably gone by now. And that leaves him to deal with the exams on Monday. He sighed, wondering why his day had gone awfully wrong. "Shinobu Takatsuki" that's the reason of all the misfortunes he had all day. "If only that brat had been considerate enough to update me, I won't be like this! I won't make so many mistakes and I will be able to finish this exam on time and I will not be worried si--"He thought wildly then abruptly stopped when the word "worried sick" appeared in his vocabulary. He shook his head, trying to convince himself that he's just curious to know where the boy is, not worried sick. That word makes him sound like an overly anxious wife when it was supposed to be the other way around. The thought of it sent shivers down his spine.

He threw a casual glance at his cp and did a double take; there's a message notification on it! In a flash, Miyagi had snatched his cell phone from his table and was eagerly pushing buttons only to be disappointed to read that the message was from Kamijou saying that he's already going home. He continued looking expectantly at the cp, waiting for a message from Shinobu….and he was disappointed yet again. The boy doesn't seem to bother informing him of his current activities.

Sighing yet again and lighting another cigarette, Miyagi fixed his things and went home, his cp in his pocket, his senses on red alert. He arrived at his apartment at around 19:45 and looked around. "No cabbage smelling dinner, no one to greet 'okaeri', no one to come home to…." he thought sadly, and he can't stop himself from thinking that he sounded just like a husband, expecting a wife. But this time, he didn't think it sounded silly, he cannot deny it anymore: he missed Shinobu. Plopping down to the couch he stared at his little device again. He creased his eyebrows and let out a frustrated howl.

"Argh! I can't tolerate this anymore! Damn that brat's pride and his cute face!" he finally succumbed to his unconscious desire to call the boy. He stood up and walked towards a wall, then leaned on it. He held his phone up and dialed Shinobu's number in a couple of milliseconds. He put the phone in his ear and waited.

"ring…."

"ring…"

"ring…"

"Whoa, wait, why am I doing this again? That boy must think that I've been terribly affected of his absence and add more points to his pride meter. I better stop this" he countered himself and was about to end the call when the line on the other side clicked.

"What took you so long huh old man?"

Aahhhh. That voice that he had longed to hear, the familiar sneering remark that he will never tire listening to, that is Shinobu.

"Too long for what? I'm just checking if you got lost and cried on the sidewalk" he replied in a seemingly normal way even though he could positively hear his heartbeat in his throat.

"Of course not! I have my other classmates with me here and we have a tour guide. Hey don't you change the topic. What took you so long to call me?" the smug teen responded.

"Well, I had an exam to finish. And I should be the one asking you that. You seemed to be rather preoccupied there to forget messaging me" Miyagi countered.

"I ---I did not forget about that! I just felt like it's your turn to reach me first!" the teen cried back angrily. Miyagi could already imagine the boy reddening. "ahhh, how cute..Then that'll be the time I'd kiss his pouting lips then slide my hand down.." he smiled to himself, unabashedly letting his imagination run wild.

"Whatever, kid. So what time will you be here tomorrow? Do you need me to fetch you somewhere?" he asked, and he quickly regretted it. He might have sounded like an eager lover who terribly missed his love.

"…..uhhh, you don't have to, the bus is going to drop us off at T University and I'm perfectly sure I can manage that." said the still smug teen.

Miyagi, for some strange reason was maddened by this complacent reply. "what the--? Here I am offering to fetch him and he steadily refused, did he know how much I missed him?" this time, he admitted that he did miss the boy. But of course he did not let Shinobu know about his self-inflicted dilemma.

"Very well then, I just remembered I had things to do tomorrow" he said. But something in his voice might have given him away because Shinobu unexpectedly replied "hmph, fine, I'll wait for you at the nearest café from the uni. If I'm not mistaken we'll arrive at around 10:00. Don't you dare to make me wait!"

Shinobu's frank response and the thoughtfulness behind it warmed Miyagi's heart up to the smallest ventricle. He just smiled and teased the boy. "I just told you I have things to do tomorrow; I can't promise that I'll be there---", he spoke in a joking tone. "….." Shinobu on the other line gritted his teeth when he heard this but a few seconds later, his jaw relaxed for Miyagi added that "I won't promise that I'll be there because I don't have to do that. I'll be there"

"Ok, uhmmm. See you tomorrow then…and Miyagi? Can you go outside?" Miyagi was taken a back by this request. For a split second, he thought that maybe Shinobu was just outside his apartment, but he quickly quenched this tempting thought for he know that that was impossible. "What for?" he asked, even though he was already walking towards the door.

"Just do it! And tell me when you're out" Shinobu snapped back.

"Hai hai, I'm out now, what am I looking for?" Miyagi spoke in a bored way even though he was overflowing with curiosity.

"Look up at the sky"

"Huh?"

"Just do it old man!"

Miyagi inclined his head upwards and looked at the almost starless sky, it seems like there's an impending rain. "And what am I suppose to be seeing? Don't tell me you're having a stargazing activity and you want me to double check your star for you?"

"Hmph, enough of your jokes. They're not funny"

"Then what? I'm looking at a pitch black sky with little points of light here." Miyagi said, slightly getting annoyed because he was expecting something more exciting than just stargazing the almost non-existent stars, he had spent quality time with looking out his window all day to add the night sky at his staring list too.

"That's what I'm seeing too. We're just under the same sky; I can never be too far." Shinobu's unexpected reply caught Miyagi by surprise and for once, he was speechless. "ahhh, this irresistibly cute terrorist of mine" he thought fondly.

"I love you"

Shinobu was equally surprised by this response but he quickly covered it with a hasty "I know and I do too. See you tomorrow. I need to go now"

"Right, I'll see you tomorrow. And Shinobu, prepare yourself, I'll fuck you till dinner tomorrow" he added in a voice that Shinobu could not say if its one of his jokes or the truth. Probably the truth though, and he must admit that that's what he preferred.

"hmph, I'm always ready for you old man. Ja, mata aimasho"

And that's the official end of their conversation. Miyagi went back inside his apartment and casually threw his phone at the table, feeling inexplicably buoyant. After a few minutes, he fell asleep without even eating dinner.

Sunday 00:45

A grumbling sound awakened Miyagi with a start. He was still lying awkwardly in his couch and the prolonged stay at the couch stiffened his muscles. He sat up in a comfortable position and flexed his joints. Again, he heard the grumbling sound. It was coming from his stomach.

He blinked stupidly then realized that he hadn't had dinner yet. He stood up and checked his watch. The hands of the analogue clock told him that it was past midnight. He grabbed his coat and stalked out of his apartment. By this time, only the stores near the plaza circle would be open so he's headed that way. His fridge only contains cabbages and he's not in the mood to eat one.

"brrrr…" the cold wind blew again, Miyagi hugged the coat closer to his body and picked up his pace. He had already bought two instant noodles and a drink. He looked up, remembering his lover's words. "It's all pitch black now, no more stars, and cold too, seems like its going to rain. I wonder if this is also the sky he's seeing there, if he's awake" he thought. He continued his fast pace, until he reached the park. He slowed down a little, reminiscing memories when his eyes caught sight of a lithe figure, sitting on one of the benches. He stopped walking altogether and curiously peered at the lone person sitting there. "What would anyone be doing here at this hour, he looks like a boy"—the figure sitting on the bench appeared to be rubbing his hands together but by the time he was at almost hearing range, the boy placed his bare hands to his face. 'Whoa, he had no gloves?! And no coat too. He doesn't look like a beggar, in fact, judging from his figure, I'd dare say he's a teenage boy" his curiosity piqued, he stopped to stare at the strange teen boy. The boy seems to be deep in thought that he didn't notice Miyagi's approach.

Miyagi was only a few feet away when they started to drop like tiny pellets at him. Miyagi swiftly ducked under one closed kiosk, shaking his hair and wiping his face. He looked back at the strange boy that had caught his attention earlier and was dumbstruck to see him still sitting there, oblivious of the rain. Miyagi was never a charitable person but he suddenly found himself running back towards the boy, he roughly grabbed the boy's arm and yanked him towards the cover he found earlier. "What were you thinking huh? It's the dead of the night and raining too but you're still sitting at that bench" Miyagi spoke sternly to the dripping wet boy.

The boy looked at him through sad green eyes and his expression reminded Miyagi of someone who's mourning of the death of an important person. He continued to stare at those impossibly green eyes, watched them look back at him in unknowing indifference until they slowly grew wide with surprise. Miyagi's brow wrinkled with the sudden change of expression.

"M-Miyagi sensei!" the boy stammered, teeth chattering with the cold. The professor looked at the boy in surprise as well. "Oh so you're one of my students huh. You look familiar but I don't think I've seen you quite often" he said.

"ha-choo!!" the teen sneezed loudly and covered his mouth with a shaking hand while mumbling an apology. "You should go home now you know. You'd die of hypothermia here." Miyagi instructed the boy, feeling pity for this slim figure that was shaking with pronounced hatred at the cold wind and rain.

"I-I ….I can't go home" came the reply. Miyagi was about to say something when the smaller one swayed and bumped on him, still shivering. He automatically held the boy and steadied him.

"S-sorry sensei!!" the boy nearly fell to the ground had he not leaned at Miyagi and this worried the professor. He felt like the boy was his responsibility and he had just said that he can't go home. "Maybe his parents got into a fight or something. Ugh, whatever it is, I can't leave him here" a rarely seen father-figure Miyagi suddenly kicked in that even he himself was not sure how it happened. Maybe it was because the boy looked just a year or so older than Shinobu, maybe it's because the boy had the same slim figure, maybe because it's the dead look in the boy's eyes or maybe it's the slight pang of thought that occurred to him: that if this had been Shinobu, he would be extremely grateful to the person who helped him.

The boy straightened himself up while still mumbling an apology. Miyagi let out a long sigh then looked at the boy in a calculating way.

"Say kid, what's your name?"

"ano…..Takahashi, Takahashi Misaki"

"Misaki?? Isn't that a girl's name?" Miyagi blurted out without thinking

"uhhh…I guess it is." The boy's lifeless tone struck Miyagi, he was almost sure that the boy would get angry or something but all he got was a lifeless response. Miyagi felt a tremor run through his body, it seems like it wasn't only his companion who's shivering. Considering the consequences, he offered the boy to go to his place and let him stay there until he contacted the teen's parents.

"I know this is awkward but I can't just allow a student shiver outside here. My place is just a few blocks from here, we can run there. I don't think that this rain is going to subside anytime soon. What do you think huh?"

"…..ok"

"Still lifeless, I wonder if he even understood what I said. This kid must be in very deep shit to act like this, it's like nothing matters to him" the professor thought exasperated.

"It's settled then, just run as fast as I could so you could follow me" after that, Miyagi gave the signal and two figures charged through the rain.

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"huff, huff phew… ah, here we are now. Please do come in and excuse the trash, I'm not a very good cleaner." The professor said with a smile, trying to lighten up the mood. Takahashi just followed him inside the apartment wordlessly, the closest thing to him is a zombie caught in the rain.

"Here, dry yourself up, the bathroom is that way" Miyagi said whilst throwing a towel to the drenched boy. He had just dried himself up and was now changing into new clothes in his room.

When he got out, he saw Takahashi lying on the couch, half dried, the towel coiled over his face with his arms securely embracing himself. He had fallen asleep.

Miyagi just sighed, thinking that he won't be able to ask the boy's home number and deciding that he'd ask him first thing in the morning. He took a blanket from the drawer and draped it at the boy and loosened the towel that covered the teen's face. Then after that he prepared his dinner-turned-midnight-snack and satisfied his grumbling stomach. He immediately fell asleep after his heartening meal.

Sunday 11:45

"BANG!"

A loud crash awakened Miyagi, he was so startled he sat upright after hearing the noise that seemed to have come from his living room. He grabbed and wore his slippers in a split second and dashed out of his room towards the source of the noise, already fearing the worse.

When he got there, he stopped dead on his tracks. His heart hammering in his chest. His eyes wide with surprise and horror.

There, by the door frame, was his lover, Takatsuki Shinobu, wearing one of the worse facial expressions he had ever seen the boy wear, still carrying his traveling bag and leather body bag. And standing just a few feet from said lover was another teen sporting ruffled hair, hugging a blanket that covered half of him, wearing a look of pure surprise and confusion.

"M---mi—ya—gi…..omae wa…..—"his lover's words came out half strangled.

And the last thing Miyagi You remembered was a flying leather bag, judging by its trajectory, it seems to be headed his way. Then everything went black.

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A/N: ok, that's it for now. this idea came to me weeks ago, i just can't find the time to finish it. and yeah, i got a bit carried away so its long

i guess you have a pretty good hunch of what happened to miyagi, well, we all know shinobu could get a really mad sometimes^ ^

and yes i know, i did a horrible job with the terrorist couple. im so sorry T^T feel free to tie me up and beat me to smithereens.

but look at the bright side, at least we know where misaki is. Next question is: "what would happen to the terro couple now? will miyagi live? and where did usagi-san's story go?????"

i'll try to answer those as soon as i can...huhuhu classes will be starting soon.....please do continue reading and reviewing too if you find it worthy enough of your precious review. i swear they're my main motivators.

have a junjou day minna-san!

[Listening to Nobody's Listening]