Author's note: after a few weeks of signing in and out, of adding and editing a few parts, of braiding words together. finally, this chapter is finished. im so sorry for the delay, i know it took a lot of time. i'll save the excuse at the last part. anyway, this is chapter 8, please continue reading and i do hope u enjoy it. i'm trying to make it less confusing and i do hope too that this work of mine is good enough for you, my dear , i would like to thank (again) those who read and reviewed my last chapters. im very grateful of your attention.

this is purely fanmade, any similarities to any story is purely coincidental otherwise specified.

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica nor any of the characters

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Sunday 9:39

" if you're tired then leave!" a large figure shoved me out the door…I expected to land on my butt but there seemed to be no ground below me….I am falling…..I snatched a glance at the closing door and regretted it….it was worse than the pitch black abyss I'm falling into…"

"THUD"

Misaki heard the dull thump of his shoulder blade and his pelvis as they made contact with the cold, hard, concrete floor. He had fallen from a couch and the thick, slightly wet blanket that had him in a human buritto cushioned his fall. Still, it was painful, the boy grunted as he sat up and rubbed the sore parts. That was when he realized that he is in an unfamiliar place. "Where the heck am I?" nervously, he cocked his head back and forth the tiny apartment(tiny, in comparison to Usagi's humongous one). He forgot how he got there, but that wasn't surprising since he could hardly remember anything since leaving Akihiko's place. He was vaguely aware though that he met one of M uni's literature teachers last night, so he was probably at his place, for reasons he had already forgotten, he didn't care anyway.

The brunette's eyes swept the place with no real interest until his eyes rested on the door that seemed to be the main one. He half expected Akihiko to burst from the door and drag him back to their penthouse. Just then, the image shifted to in his mind's eye; what was beyond the door wasn't Usagi-san alone, there was another guy with him, one with auburn hair, and they were kissing passionately.

An audible groan resounded, Misaki hugged his knees and buried his face between them, eyes shut, teeth gritted. "no stop… that was just a dream, I'm in a dream, this is just a dream, nothing like that ever happened, no picture exists and I'm at Usagi-san's bed" he hugged himself tighter, feeling the damp blanket and the searing pain in his chest. And he knew he's not in a dream, it's reality. He could definitely feel the throb of his sore muscles, the cold, slightly damp clothes that clung to his lithe body, the hard floor beneath him. "wait, why am I damp?" he wondered and like an answer, he sneezed. He rubbed his nose, sniffed then shivered. "oh yeah…I think it rained last night" he thought, fragments of the events last night presenting themselves to him. He knew he'd get sick if he didn't take a shower and change his clothes, but he didn't care. He just sat there, hugging himself, as though hugging could prevent his being from falling apart. You could clearly see it in the boy's figure, he doesn't give a damn as to what happens to him now, he didn't care that he is in an unfamiliar place, he had no plans, no direction, no path. He sat there willing himself to wither away so the pain wrapped in his chest and that hateful feeling of loneliness will let him rest.

Sunday 11:43

The figure sitting on the floor could no longer feel his butt and his legs, he's sweating profusely despite his shivers, his clothes felt cold and clammy against his skin, his arms felt like lead and his head weighed a hundred tons. Misaki hadn't moved for hours and he still doesn't plan to. But three heavy knocks awakened him from his semiconscious state. Three heavy raspy knocks on the mahogany door, as if the person knocking had his fist clenched and had it brought down hard on the wood.

Misaki got up, feeling pins and needles on his legs as blood rushed in them freely, he shuffled towards the door without any real intentions; it was just a reflex response. He was a few paces from the door when it suddenly opened with so much force that it hit the adjacent wall with a deafening "bang!", it missed Misaki's nose by a few millimeters.

After recovering from the shock, Misaki focused his gaze on the door's attacker. It was a boy around his age or maybe younger, he wore a familiar uniform and he's carrying a large bag and a leather one. The boy had light brown hair, dark eyes and a murderous expression. Something was definitely wrong here and the boy's glare made Misaki take a few steps back. " who is this boy? Why did he attack the door, why is he looking at me like that?" Misaki asked himself incredulously.

Just then Miyagi burst out of another door, panic, worry and fear made his face almost comical. Misaki stared in confusion as Miyagi suddenly halted, he now looked like a deer caught in headlights. He shifted his gaze on the mysterious boy, his confused brain trying to come up with a feasible explanation for Miyagi's beyond startled expression and the boy's hurt face." Wait? Hurt?he looked…betrayed". Misaki thought, feeling a slight thug in his heartstrings as he saw a mirror of his own feelings on the boy's features.

"M---mi--ya--gi...omae wa..---" the boy's voice came out as though he was choking on something.

Misaki could only stare as the mysterious boy raised his right arm, the one carrying the leather bag, raised it high in the air, pulling his entire arm back. Misaki didn't even have time to blink as the boy swung his arm towards Miyagi, with the speed, accuracy and strength of a discus thrower in Olympics. It hit Miyagi square in the face with a sickening crunch and a few milliseconds later, he crumpled unconscious on the floor. The room was very quite, only the leather bag thrower's heavy breathing and a strange gagging noise could be heard. Misaki turned to look at the boy and was stunned(yet again) to see torrents of tears running down the boy's eyes. The boy at the door threw one sharp glare at Misaki before turning on his heel and running off.

Misaki was yet to get over the shock but he got this feeling that he should run after the boy, the look on the boy's face was still etched in his murky mind. With one last glance at the unconscious Miyagi, he rushed towards the door and sprinted after the boy, dropping the blanket on the corridor, not really thinking of what he'd do or say when he catch the boy.

After a few minutes, Misaki found him, outside the apartment building, walking towards the pedestrian lane. the boy wasn't running anymore, he was more like dragging himself to walk and Misaki walked a little bit faster, with outstretched hand only 2 feet from the boy. misaki's relief was momentarily though, he heard a very loud honk, he turned his head towards it and saw, to his horror, a motorcycle just a few hands away from the boy. With renewed panic, Misaki closed the gap between him and the boy then grabbed him just in time to save him from a sure set of broken bones and pain.(deja vu?)

"oi! watch where you're going stupid!" cried the man as he slowed down a little to look at the two boys that he almost hit. cursing some more, he sped off again. Misaki, though, paid no heed of him. he barely even heard the angry curses and retort of the man on the motorcycle.

Breathing heavily, heart thumping loudly in his ears and hands shaking, Misaki shook the boy furiously. "What the fuck is your problem?! Weren't you looking at where your going? You could have been killed!" Misaki shouted at the boy. The tear-stained boy looked back at him angrily and yanked his hands away. "don't touch me leech!nobody asked you to save me!" the boy shouted angrily back. "why don't you just go back to that cheater!"

Misaki stopped cold with the word "cheater", the word induced a brief flash of image, that all too familiar image that guaranteed his heartbreak. and without really thinking of his response, he slapped the boy's face with all the strength he could muster.

Sunday 22:45

"damn that idiot!" a brown haired man cursed whilst banging his fist at the bathroom wall. he was naked inside his tiny shower room, trying to quench the flame that his black-haired lover started. "argh! damn that stupid hospital too, and that sempai!!" another heavy fist landed on the much abused bathroom wall ,had it been able to talk, it would be whining in pain by now.

but the one whose whining isn't the wall, but the man pounding on it. he could still feel the flush of his skin despite the icy cold droplets of water that attacked his bare flesh. giving up on letting the wall have his anger, he turned his back on it, leaned, then slid down to the even colder white- tiled bathroom floor. he grabbed a fistful of hair and started brewing strings of profanity again.

so, why is this accomplished university literature teacher sitting naked in the bathroom floor trying to get hypothermia? answer: "that damn Nowaki!!" the man lifted his head up, staring at the shower head. more like glaring actually. the cause of all this drama at the bathroom had left the apartment about 30 minutes ago for an "emergency call" from the hospital. it would have been forgiven any day but tonight was a special one(for both Nowaki and Hiroki since the latter accepted that it IS special). it had been 2 weeks since the two of them ate dinner together. they might be living under the same roof but they are both hard-working responsible adult males that have jobs to take care of. and they are very passionate with these jobs, that made their free time with each other sparse, what with Hiroki's upcoming exams and Nowaki's recent promotion that landed him to more demanding phone calls and tight schedules. a dinner together was something they squeezed through tonight's schedule. but, as fate would have it, this one was ruined by one hospital call, and the call was very timely indeed, had the call been a video call, Nowaki's sempai would have witnessed a flush faced Hiroki, half naked under Nowaki's sweaty one (you get the picture).

that was 30 minutes ago and Hiroki was still not over it. "why am i getting so worked up about it, its his duty....i should have known...he has responsibilities....but...." Hiroki sighed in defeat, "i feel like he's neglecting us now, like his job is much more important than us....than--" his glare at the shower room softened as his hanging sentence was continued in his thoughts "--me". a painful twinge, a drop of tear, a clench of fist and a bit of tongue. he wouldn't, couldn't say that aloud. he knew they've been together for years now, they'd had a rough time together too, specially that time when Nowaki flew to America, but all those have been solved and all the others that came after it. this one though, is a bit more rough. its not just distance that's building a barrier against them, not only lack of time for each other, but something more. it's like they're growing apart, like they're together but they're not. it's like Nowaki sleeps beside him but their dreams are worlds apart. it's like they're falling out of love.

that sentence did it. as soon as it crossed Hiroki's mind, he stopped his wallowing and stood up, trying to clear his head of that dangerous thought. he walked out of the shower room in daze. dressed himself up in daze too and lay on the couch. the TV was still on, he forgot to turn it off when he went inside the bathroom. Hiroki reached for his phone and started to type a message for Nowaki, he was about to send it when he's ego kicked in. as anyone can guess now, he refused to send it and just threw his phone on the square pillows, thinking about stuff like "i'm not his wife", "im not that affected" and that sort.

just then, there was a knock on the door. instantly Hiroki was on his feet, charging towards the door, almost stumbling in his haste. he already had his hand on the doorknob when he halted. "wait, why am i so excited...i mean...it can't be Nowaki, why would he knock when he can just open it" the euphoric mood evaporated. Hiroki opened the door a fraction of an inch, wondering who would visit him in such an hour.

"who's there?" Hiroki asked lazily.

"......hi---hiroki..." a husky voice answered, the person on the other side breathed out his name, it was almost inaudible.

Hiroki's eyes widened with shock and worry when he realized who the person is. he quickly pulled the door open and--- "ungh..." the person embraced him in a death grip. Hiroki was too stunned to react at once, too stunned to see a silhoutte standing a few feet from them, still too stunned to take notice of the flight of that silhouette that was suppose to be the most familiar person to him.

instead, he slid his arms underneath the man and placed it on his chest, with one great shove Hiroki pushed him off, steadying him for he was shaking uncontrollably. he would recognize that husky voice anywhere, he would know that face anywhere, but, he would never, not in all their time of knowing each other, ever know the agony etched on the other man's face. it was appalling, never had he seen his friend like this and he will surely not forgot about it as well. bracing himself for the worse, he gathered enough courage to ask--

"what happened, Akihiko?"

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A/N: probably ur line of thought would be "oh yeah, we want to know too,WHAT HAPPENED??? Where's the next part? u always torture us!" or "after a few weeks that's all u've got for us? what the f! its not even worth the wait, write more. NOW" or "whoa, Misaki slapped shinobu! why are you making them fight baka!!"or the ever condescending "huh, what just happened,im confused" (hopefully no one got a thought like that)

so, here's my excuse: ive been really busy, as in define busy and it'll be ME. academics and my work are dragging me, draining the last bits of my sanity so nothing is left for imagination to function. im really am sorry for not being able to update sooner. i hope u can forgive me T^T

i didnt have enough time to edit this one so please, if your going to say that i had a lot of errors, do send a pm of them. i know its kind of demanding but really, i want to improve for you guys, and its really hard to scrutinize a work thinking that it is perfect-_-

if ur itching to kill me because of late updates and bad story plot, i have good news; u won't have to. acads and work will kill me in a matter of days(if this continues).

anyway, big THANKS for you who had reached this part. im so overwhelmed with ur support and interest to keep reading this story. i hope u continue doing so^ ^ thank you so much....i love you all guys*teary eyed*

have a Junjou day minna-san!!

[listening to New Divide]