Author's note: Finally, the sign I had been waiting for came ^ ^ so I'm posting these chapters. I'm sorry for taking so long dear readers, my excuses(and there are a lot of them) will be at the end of every chapter as always. I must thank all those that reviewed and added this to their story alerts and favorites. I love you all. I hope I have not disappointed your long time of waiting. Again, thank you. Without further ramble, here's chapter 9^ ^

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

Saturday 20:35

"Yare yare....what're you up to now Isaka-sensei? My writer has a manuscript due tomorrow and your damn well aware of that!" an angry burning red haired woman's shrilly voice carried out in the office. The man in front of her just smiled sheepishly and scratched his head.

"It's just some kind of a celebration..come on Aikawa, this happens only once in a while.."

And why are we celebrating ex--" Aikawa's question was cut short when large hands shoved a bottle of wine at her face.

"Usami-sensei!! come here, I saved this drink just for you-oh!" the manager hurriedly went pass her towards a silver-haired guy and before Aikawa can protest further, the office was full of loud cheers, whoops, laughter, tinkling of bottles, confetti (don't know where that came from), flushed faces and the sickeningly sweet aroma of alcohol.

The editor was in no mood to celebrate something she doesn't know, let alone join in the tumult of the drunk office mates so she invited herself outside, onto the main entrance and out into the road. She looked back at the publishing building and was quite sure that she even heard the party going on in one of their offices before heading out home. Even though it's a Sunday tomorrow, she has lots to take care of .

That's what being Aikawa Eri of Marukawa publishing means.

_________________*fast forward^ ^*_____________________________

"tap tap tap tap"

Impatient heels meet tan-tiled floor. Inside Rinei Cafe, a red-haired, rather pretty lady sits alone; few crisp manuscript laid put unevenly, a once-steaming cup of half-empty cafe macchiato and a pen littered the glass table in front of the lady whose glaring daggers at the innocent passers by.

A nerve is currently working on her temple, it had been such a bad day: first, she woke up late and found out that the publishers needed the manuscript ASAP today; next was the fiasco she created in her room when she slipped on her own cellphone which found it's way on the floor, right next to her slippers; after that was the unfortunate running out of shampoo (she had forgotten to shop yesterday because of being too irritated at Isaka);then she almost forgot the precious cream puff's for her writer's boy (a.k.a. bribe, just in case she'll need him for persuading the stubborn man) and had to double back up to her room; then as she was racing towards her writer's house for the manuscript, she bumped into a strange familiar looking kid with black hair and black eyes right outside Akihiko's place, causing her to nearly drop the precious sweets for her writer's boy; and of course, getting the manuscript from the great lord Usami Akihiko was not (and never will be) an easy feat.

She eventually got pass all those extremely energy-draining, patience-testing pesky unfortunates. Aikawa visibly sighed, losing the devil look she had earlier as she started to worry about where a certain boy is, and Akihiko's call for help doesn't make it any better as well.

What she is currently worrying about is the whereabouts of Takahashi Misaki a.k.a. poor/fortunate/loved uke of the great/pervert Akihiko-sama.

How did she know that the two were lovers? Well, aside from the obvious which is her being Akihiko's editor ( yes, she edits the BL novels too, and even if she didn't, she would still have bought them) she was also one of the couple's close friend (if you consider Aikawa's peaceful-quite-conveniently-timed trips to the writer's house), she'd known them long enough to know that interrupting an intimate session once in a while is a normal situation to run into.

And now, it looks as though for the first time in history, something quite unbelievable is happening: those two got into a fight. What's really bothering her is the nagging feeling that its not just one of the usual banters lovers occasionally had, no this was different, call it a woman's intuition or whatever, she knew she was right and she knew that she had to find Misaki. Fast.

She looked at her wristwatch again, glaring silently as the minute hand struck 13:35. Aron was 15 minutes late. Her underling wasn't usually this tardy but she was really getting impatient and as she was about to explode, she heard a rather loud revving of a motorcycle outside across the street.

She sighed inwardly, then furrowed her brows. The idiot had parked at the Meiji Pharmacy: the adjacent shop.

"Grrr.... Aron-kun! I'm over here!"

A guy sporting murky brown eyes took his helmet off and looked around, shaking his hazelnut hair, a tad embarrassed. He then quickly crossed the road and stood in front the dangerous-looking fuming Aikawa.

"Your late!" She cried through gritted teeth while the other party foolishly scratched his chin.

"Gomen ne Aikawa-san, I kinda got caught in the park...You see, I heard a man punch another one square in the face! I was so shocked I mingled with the crowd to try and --"

"Enough! You should be ashamed of yourself, gossiping like that! Now deliver these manuscript to the publishing office before I lose the remaining patience that I have!" she said, shoving the manuscript to the guy's chest.

"Whoa, chill madame. It's too early to get so worked up, no need to shout at me" Aron replied, grinning like a cat.

"Haaaa...well, sorry for that, but I really need to get going and you really need to deliver that now." Aikawa packed her things when she was politely stopped by Aron.

"Awww...come on chika, where'r you headed? maybe I could give you a lift?"

Aikawa considered this for a moment then shook her head.

"Thanks for the offer but I'm actually not really sure where to go yet"

"Huh? Why is that?"

"Ah well, I was actually looking for Misaki-kun.." she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Misaki-kun? You mean the cute kiddo who sometimes comes around the office to help?"

"Yeah"

"Work-related again Huh?" he smirked

"You could say that"

"Hmmm.... now that you mentioned it, I think I saw him while I'm on my way here..." fingers stroking his chin.

"What did you say?! Where? When? Tell me exactly where you saw him!" Aikawa said, getting back to her hyper-mode.

"Oh...lemme see... well you know this place near the park with the intersection? I think that was him who pulled a boy that I nearly hit--"

"What?! You nearly run over a boy?? What kind of motorist are you?!" intercepted Aikawa.

"Relax ok, I told you Misaki pulled him out of the way" he replied cooly.

"Argh...Whatever..Just take me there at the exact same spot. NOW." she said whilst dragging the guy back to his motorbike.

"Yes yes I get it ma'am, no need to drag me to my own bike" he mumbled, getting on the bike with Aikawa behind him.

Sunday 13:47

"I refuse to live without him and nothing you do will change that fact, Father"

Voice like whiplash, chilling, grating, unforgiving, adamant. Not the one you would expect your youngest son to use on you. But he did, Akihiko's stoical posture and unfriendly eyes lingered on his old man's mind, the mental image sent ripples of emotions to Fuyuhiko's heart that even he had difficulty in concealing them.

Slowly, he sat back down to his executive chair, gripping the edges until his knuckles turned white. His eyes still transfixed at the door where his son, Akihiko, exited just a few minutes ago. He relaxed his grip and shifted his gaze to the heaps of papers and documents on top of his desk at his make-shift office, he proceeded to fixing them though his thoughts are far away from work. Akihiko's angry surprise visit totally threw the calm and collected man out of focus.

"Father, I have stated again and again that I can't live without Misaki, so stop trying to separate us. I can't believe you would even use your dog for this matter"

Fuyuhiko rubbed his temples. He had no idea, not an inkling of what he had done to deserve such outburst from his son. Had he not realized that Akihiko literally cannot live without Misaki? Had he not, though indirectly, accepted, Misaki?

That episode where his son almost got run over awakened him, the way that lad so naturally hit Akihiko, the way that lad so casually yelled at his son for being such a jerk. Misaki's ways surprised and enlightened him in ways he never thought possible.

He had always thought of Akihiko as someone very special, unique that no one can quite treat him like a normal person. Growing up as an Usami worsened this. Akihiko would never be normal in any way he think of, he is beyond normal. Takahashi on the other hand is every bit as mediocre as everyone else.

"But...no. That's incorrect. He is not normal. He's living with Akihiko for one, that's not what normal people do" as if catching his mistake, he reiterated himself. Closing his eyes and rubbing his temples again he continued on musing.

"I cant believe you would even use your dog for this matter"

Fuyuhiko's eyes snapped open, hand flying to a button on his desk phone.

Dog

There's only one person in the world who'd be labeled as an animal by his beloved son, although he would never use that term to describe his youngest, most skilled, most loyal servant--

"Fuyuhiko-sama" the other line picked up.

.....

"Shall we have tea, Rido?"

Sunday 12:26

Dark eyes scout the red sports car the stopped in front of a bungalow, a smirk appearing at the side of his mouth. Using a forefinger, the man watching the two men disappear inside the house, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and silently stalked out of the room.

"Oh dear brother, aren't you in trouble"

Sunday 22:34

"Aww….Gomen ne Kusama-kun…I didn't intend to disturb your night but Aisha-chan here won't stop crying. I panicked and called you in a hurry, I didn't know that she just wanted a hug"

The white-robed man had his hands clasped together as if in prayer, continuously apologizing to the black-haired tall man in front of him (it's sincerity was doubtful though, with that smirk of his).

"I'll handle them tonight; you can go back to your apartment. You're man must be lonely. I'm really sorry" he continued, winking at the other and giving him a friendly push out the hospital.

Nowaki just scratched his head smiled his usual goofy smile before voicing out a gratitude and dismissing his apology with a quick " Iie senpai, it's ok. Ja ne!"

The older man watched the other run swiftly. Man, he must have interrupted something earlier, with Nowaki's hoarse voice and a distinctive moan somewhere in the background when he called him earlier. He really wasn't in a panic; he was just messing with Nowaki.

Shoving his hands at his robe's side pockets, he went inside the kid's room. Pulling a nearby chair, he sat down on it and watched his sleeping cherubs. Really, kids are amazing.

He stretched out his hands and got ready for his graveyard shift. Good thing the rest of the kids are on their way to recovery, only a couple had gone down with a flu. He looked at his clipboard, not really paying much attention since he had memorized it.

"2 teaspoons of decongestant and guafenesin 2 hours from now" he sighed happily, the drugs have decreased, his little angels are healing.

He placed the clipboard back at a table before taking a double look. A cell phone was sitting beside the vase. Gingerly, he picked it up, wondering who would have left it. After a moment of gazing at the metallic cover and the display image, he knew who owns it. Not an hour had passed when said owner came back to the hospital. Nursing a bump at the left side of his head and what looked like hurt in his eyes.

"Oh, senpai. I forgot my phone." the tall black haired man smiled at him. He gave the phone to the other man and commented on his state. Nowaki said he bumped on a post on his way, as if it's natural to bump on posts along the road.

Too taken aback by what the other med student said, he was slow to react and was only able to watch puzzled as his med partner walked out the hospital again.

He scratched his head as he resumed his previous post beside the kids' beds. Wondering out loud, he crossed his arms and leaned on the chair

"Something's wrong with that smile"

A/N: maybe your asking "what happened to Nowaki? did he really bumped on a post?" or "who was that man watching akihiko and rido? you introduced another character again?!" or "what does Fuyuhiko want with Rido? and if he wasnt involved then who planned all that?" or " the heck?! that's all??????"

i hope your line of thought doesnt include the last one T.T

i'm sorry if it took so long. actually, i've finished this one at exactly 22:34 September 25, 2009. i just posted it now because i was waiting for a sign.

i hope you enjoyed this chapter. i really do T_T

have a Junjou day minna-san

[listening to Breaking the Habit]