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 10^ ^

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

Sunday 13:05

There's a smell drifting somewhere. He tried to move his arms but the phantom limbs weren't cooperating.

Feebly, he strained to see something from the black background but failed miserably. It was too dark, not even a shaft light to know where he is or locate that smell.

Giving up on his visual sense, he focused his mind on the waft of smell that assailed his olfactory nerves.

"……oden?"

He finally named what the smell was. But it only confused his muddled mind.

"Why would I smell oden here, wherever in god's name am I?"

Then, after a while, he realized that there's something else besides the darkness that engulfed him and the aroma of oden. His skin, above his eyebrow, feels a bit cold. Like something damp was grazing it.

"Oh k.. This is weird. What the heck is happening to me?!"

Collecting his almost non-existent thoughts, the man struggled to remember what happened earlier, any indication of anything that might explain his current situation.

He found none.

"Oh damn...oh damn…oh damn…oh damn…"

A rising panic engulfed his whole being; he suddenly felt frightened….and lonely.

"Shinobu's gonna kill me if I stayed here"

A splash of recognition.

Shinobu.

He was supposed to fetch him from the school trip.

"Shit! He'd get mad if I'm late!"

Now the panic escalated to full scale dread and alarm. Suddenly, the prospect of being alone in this dark place, with only his skin and nose working, seems not that frightening anymore. Shinobu's angry and possibly hurt face is worse than any deep abyss.

That's when the voices started to whisper.

"He's pale….."

"Well…you did throw…..leather..."

"….was angry…..lost..."

"He'll wake……ner or later…."

Realizing that his hearing wasn't lost yet was some sort of comfort but it didn't help that he barely caught what was being said around him.

He struggled to hear more. More of one of the voices. It sounded just like his lover and he cherished the thought. It made it feel like he was somewhere close by. He wanted to hear him speak more, it somehow soothes his being, warms his heart.

"mn…..why….wake up already…"

Miyagi….I love you…"

It was a soft whisper, much louder than the rest of the voices that he heard. It was accompanied with a warm waft of air somewhere near his right ear.

"I love you too…"

The answer was almost a reflex, a habit. He felt soft lips over his own and with that came comprehension.

The darkness was his own. He was looking at the back of his eyelids.

Carefully, Miyagi lifted his heavy eyelids and peeked beneath his lashes. Sure enough he saw Shinobu's face close to his own, their breaths mingling, lips still touching. He hastily closed his eyes again and faked sleep. The feeling of his lover's warm face and moist lips on his own was too good to ruin and besides, the last thing he remembered before he passed out (now that he remembered it) was Shinobu throwing his bag on him. His heavy bag on him. He knew he'd be in trouble when the younger boy realizes he's awake and Miyagi's in no mood to fight right now.

Why did his lover had the sudden urge to murder him?

(Scenes on Miyagi's head chibi mode) went out to buy food last night→ found a student at the park→ rained suddenly→ took the student with him→ allowed the student to stay at his home→ fell asleep→ woke up late→ faced angry Shinobu→ got hit by his bag. Not only was he late but he also had a boy around Shinobu's age at his apartment. Knowing Shinobu who acts on impulse, he must have gotten the wrong idea. So Miyagi's welcoming any excuse to delay their talk until Shinobu had cooled. These sweet acts might just be a façade since his lover thinks he's unconscious.

Slowly, their lips parted and Miyagi had to rein in the urge to grab the boy and kiss him again. Shinobu's hand continued wiping Miyagi's forehead with a damp cloth while the other one is securely interlaced with Miyagi's hand.

Miyagi braved another peek and was grateful that Shinobu laid his brown head on his chest and it seems like he had his eyes closed too.

"I wonder how long I've been…"

His thoughts were cut short by a familiar voice.

"ano…Shinobu-kun…where are the eggs?"

Misaki-kun. So he was the one preparing the oden. The inquiring voice continued.

"Shinobu-kun?"

Miyagi heard footsteps that stopped somewhere up ahead. After that he felt a vibration in his chest as Shinobu answered the other boy while still resting at his chest.

"At the drawer…second drawer"

"Ok thanks"

A pair of retreating footsteps. He closed his eyes again and relished at the feeling of the warm mass which was Shinobu's head.

Miyagi just laid there contentedly, wondering to himself. It looks like his lover and that boy is in good terms, he didn't know how that had happened but if that's the case then Misaki must have explained the situation, otherwise he wouldn't be cooking in his apartment now. How he did that in a way that involved a listening Shinobu is a mystery to the sensei, he must have the gift of the gab to be able to convince an angry Shinobu, or maybe he got some super powers. Either way, Miyagi's relieved that Shinobu's not in the worst mood now. The older man felt a little comfort from that thought and without thinking, gently pats Shinobu's head with his free hand.

Shinobu's head snapped up at the contact. Surprised eyes met his as his lover stared down at him.

"Miya— hmp!"

Miyagi had pulled down Shinobu's head on him and had the uke's lips locked on his own. He held him tightly, quite uncertain if he'd pull out and start ranting on him or just allow Miyagi to kiss him. Nope the choice was not Shinobu's.

Expertly, Miyagi stuck his tongue inside Shinobu's mouth, coaxing the smaller tongue to play with him. Shinobu, in reply, did not back down from the tongue battle and responded with heated passion, that until—

"TAP"

The sound of metal hitting the floor jolted them from their own worlds back to the world where everyone else is. Miyagi looked warily at the blush working its way on the boy's cheeks as he witnessed one of his professors sucking face with a boy younger than him.

Misaki was carrying a tray of food, eyes still wide with surprise, a solitary spoon lying not far from his feet.

Miyagi quickly got up and pushed a sullen-looking Shinobu. Not that he's ashamed of their relationship but being seen like that by a student is not going to help him in the ethics community. He's not supposed to have a relationship with a student, let alone a guy student.

He stood up, scratched his head and searched for something to twiddle his thumbs with while trying to disentangle Shinobu's fingers from his own and trying to explain to his student.

"Ah. Misaki-kun! I see you're preparing a meal. Thank you for your kindness.. Ano..What you saw earlier was—"

"Go-gomen sensei! I understand!. Ahm…I-I'll just place these to the table..ahehe..oh wait, the table's over there! Ahe—he..ah just continue with what your doing! I'll—ah--I'm sorry for intruding!"

With that, Miyagi and Shinobu were left alone by a flustered Misaki who hurried out the door after placing the tray of food on the table.

"That was…unexpected" the still bewildered Miyagi uttered in a state of confusion. The hand that was still on his tugged at him gently, so he turned to look at his lover, still seated at the cushion he was sleeping on previously. Miyagi's eyes twitched with fear as he was met with dark looks from Shinobu.

"Oh damn…what did I do now?" he thought desperately

"You were going to deny us weren't you?!" hurt and accusation evident in the boy's tone.

"N-no! Of course not! why would I?" the older man hastily defended. Perhaps too hasty.

Shinobu's answer was a glower that had Miyagi wish he'd never opened his eyes again. Then the glower softened a little, the orbs gained a more glistening quality. Miyagi's eyes widened. No, he did not make Shinobu cry again did he?

"H-hey..Shinobu--"

The boy bit his trembling lips and made a move to leave Miyagi. But Miyagi refused to let go of his hand, instead he pulled him into a tight hug.

Smelling Shinobu's shampoo, with his hands gripping tightly at his lover's back, Miyagi sighed deeply. How could he have forgotten how sensitive the boy was? Two strikes in one day? He must be really really cruel to do that to the boy who did nothing but love him. And he felt really bad about it. That dark abyss he was in earlier really was nothing compared to Shinobu's hurt face, of knowing that he was the reason of it.

The older man didn't like the way his chest would tighten just by seeing the boy make that gonna-cry face. He didn't like the way his brows will automatically copy Hiroki's trademark brows. He didn' t like the idea that Shinobu is sad or mad or whatever unpleasant thing he's feeling no matter who caused it (although he was quite sure that 90% of it is because of him).

He could clearly feel the stiffness of the lithe body he was hugging tightly. Like it was torn between deciding whether to melt in his embrace or pull out of it. Inhaling deeply and collecting his thoughts, Miyagi searched for words that can soothe his lover. He's not very good at this sort of thing, if anything, Miyagi thinks he's better in showing how he felt rather than saying it out loud, specially when this lover of his makes him lose his coolness and he totally forgets how to construct a proper sentence.

"Shinobu-chin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like that. I would never deny what we have" Miyagi said gently, still clasping the boy tightly, no longer caring about the other person who might come inside the apartment, the only one that matters is the boy he is holding right now. He tightened his hold on Shinobu's waist while his other hand grasps the back of his lover's head, forcing the boy to lay his head under Miyagi's chin. He felt small hands put pressure on his chest, trying to push him away. Somehow that hurt, a little, or maybe more.

"Liar! If you weren't going to deny us then what were you going to say to him!" Shinobu's voice was muffled a little, breaking at some point. Miyagi then felt warm liquid on his shirt. Shit, his crying. There came that familiar dreaded feeling, it was a shapeless mass, unpleasant. It's like a hot blade lacerating through his chest, then spreading that hateful fire within him, making him grit his teeth and breathe harder. It hurts.

The boy continued to defy him, trying with all his might to push him off but the sensei is, as expected, a lot stronger than him. Miyagi hated it, the struggle, the rejection. It hurts him more than harsh words,more than indifferent demeanor, more than anything else (more than the leather bag). He run his hands through the boy's hair, exhaling sharply, unaware that he had been holding his breath. He tried to brush all those unpleasant feeling off by humor. Again.

"Shinobu, please. Stop it. Stop crying over every little thing, I thought you said you're a man"

"Shut up! Crying is very manly! Now let me go!"

"No way in hell"

"Let me go you stupid old--....man.." Shinobu's voice broke from sobbing, he was still trying to push Miyagi off. The unexpected sob distracted Miyagi the same moment that Shinobu heaved and used all his remaining strength to push at his lover's chest. The surprise and strength of it disentangled them but Miyagi was quick to act. In a flail of limbs, he had caught Shinobu's arm before his lover had even taken two steps back.

"Tch"

Miyagi caught the other arm as well and held the boy at less than an arm's length. He can feel a nerve working its way into his temple, making him grasped the boy's arms tighter. He was glaring now as well, glaring at Shinobu's defiant tear-stained face. When will this boy understand?

They we're both breathing hard. Shinobu tried to twist his arm out of the firm grasp but he only winced as it tightened.

"Listen closely you brat, I have no intention of denying us. Ever. I know I sometimes gave you the feeling that I'm gonna bail or something but that will never happen. I've only been in love to one person my whole life before you came and chased her off my mind and heart. And the way I'm feeling now, there's no chance that I'd ever want you out of my life."

Miyagi breathed deeply. His glare now softening at the speechless Shinobu, he had ceased his tears now.

"I love you. Only you. I don't know why your acting like I'm gonna leave you anytime when its the other way around. YOU could leave me anytime, all this destiny crap of yours might just be shortlived, you may not want to spend the rest of your life with me the way I do in a few years time, you may move on and realize that it was all just puberty hormones kicking in, you may pursue your career and find out that there's no place for an old man there. You could leave me anytime and still live with it. I can't"

All those pent up frustrations that were safely locked away at the back of his mind poured out. He didn't really know why he said all those but he was just grateful that he had taken it out of his system. At least the boy now know how he'd affected his life, and how he can affect it in the future.

Shinobu just stared at him, eyes wide, mouth hanging slightly ajar, tears dried now. Shinobu sucked in breath before he blinked a few times and said in a slow tone.

"You want to spend the rest of your life with me"

Miyagi stared at Shinobu, relaxing his hold. He couldn't decide whether that was a statement or a question, he was rather having this weird feeling that his lover had not heard the rest of his words, but instead concentrated on that line.

Small fist balled up and crumpled his shirt.

"I wont forget that old man. You said I'd have to spend the rest of my life with you" triumph shining on those big orbs.

"Wha?! I never said that! Don't twist my words!" Miyagi challenged the boy with an imposing glare. But the boy didn't back down from the challenge, instead he leaned forward to kiss the bewildered lips of the older man.

They fell back down on the couch on a rather clumsy position, Miyagi lying on the couch with Shinobu on top of him straddling his waist, and Miyagi knew he's going to be sore after a while, but that didn't matter. Miyagi tentatively lapped at the boy's lower lip, seeking entrance as he allowed the body on top o him to settle all of its weight on him It was somehow comforting.

Forgetting the rest of the world, the two just lay there, kissing, touching, gasping, moaning, clasping. Through the lust filled gaze and pleasure wracking his body, Miyagi could feel the protest of his neck muscles as he lay there at an awkward position (for him) for God-knows how long. He's gonna have stiff neck afterwards.

"thud thud"

Someone's knocking on the effing door.

A/N:"who's on the F***ing door?!"

yes, I could practically hear you shouting that out, unfortunately, the next update about will be next year for the following reasons:

a.) I have to think where misaki should be^ ^

b.) I promised to complete it on someone's birthday^ ^

c.) I lost the inspiration of my writing so i'm stuck with finding a new one, care to help me out?^ ^

ta-dah!

For you who have reached this part and even bothered reading this, DOMO ARIGATO GOZAIMASU

I have been tackling mountains of readings and papers, heartless youkais (a.k.a. terror professors), monsters labeled "exams", traitors and not to mention my brothers who relishes on the thought that they ruin every single moment of my life.

so then, I really hope you have enjoyed this chapter and sorry, I don't do lemon (I can't, not yet, when I'm 18 I will XD)

thank you again for staying with me. please don't forget to leave a review T.T, it's how a gauge your reaction to my story.

Have a junjou day minna san!

[listening to My December]