Author's note: First off, Thank you for all those that read, reviewed, PM-ed, favorited, added to their story alerts and whatever you did to this story of mine. This humble author would like to ask for your forgiveness for updating quite late, as usual the rest of my excuses will be at the end A/N. but...HONTONI GOMENASAI T_T. This one's half egoist and half- uhm, extra? anyway, please bear with this chapter_ I seriously think I did a poor job, good thing Twelf Bell beta-ed it)

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

Monday 01:56

"Hiro-san"

Hiroki's eyes widened as he take on the form of his long time lover looking down on him. He had been watching his best friend, the great Akihiko Usami, drive away then he turned around to enter his apartment when he bumped into a solid, warm and broad something that happened to be his lover, Kusama Nowaki.

"How long have you been there? And I thought you're at the hospital" Hiroko said whilst walking past Nowaki towards his apartment, ignoring his racing heartbeat and that dishevelled, almost messy look on his lover.

"Hiro-san" Nowaki repeated.

"What?" Hiroki responded irritated, he should be happy that Nowaki's home early, really early in fact, but he's yet to forgive him from leaving him and not finishing their dinner and hell, he had just received a fair amount of shocking news and depressing aura from Akihiko to think of happy thoughts.

Hiroki just got pass his door when he heard it shut and felt a pair of strong arms envelope him in a fierce hug.

"Nowaki, what are you -? Hey get off me, I need to sleep, no time for that" Hiroki lightly scolded Nowaki while trying to get the large hands off him. But the larger male wouldn't budge. Hiroki felt Nowaki hug him tighter and had his said lover's big, stubborn head deposited on his neck.

"Hiro-san. I'm so sorry" Nowaki's voice came out muffled as he had his face dumped on Hiroki's neck. His breath and the movement of his mouth directly on that neck kinda tickled Hiroki but he chose to ignore it. Instead he just huffed and brushed aside the apology.

"Forget it, it was your work, I can't compete with your work" with that, he pushed with all his might and got himself disentangled. He could feel the sides of his eyes burning, that familiar thought plaguing his mind again. He didn't intend to voice that out but he had already said it, he didn't dare turn around to see Nowaki's expression, he might just lose it again, like he'd always do when those big, puppy dog eyes swimming with pain bore their gaze on him. He didn't want to lose it like he had inside the shower room.

"Hiro –san!" Nowaki's voice sounded strained and broken, like he had been badly hurt. Well, that would really hurt as Hiroki knew it would. Still, it's different when you just know that it would and when you heard that it did.

Hiroki froze on the spot, he remembered where Nowaki had used that tone before: a few years ago, when he broke up with him for leaving him for America. All the more reason to not look at his lover. His degree on literature certainly wouldn't help him to gather the words he would need when confronted by his lover's face. Argh, just let me reach the sanctuary of my room, our room, I can't stand this, I don't want to talk about this Hiroki said to himself.

" What (the fuck do you want) ? I said it's ok (as ok as a dog peeing on my precious books), I understand (that you're fucking busy with your job, I can always be the last priority). Anyway, I have an 8 o' clock class (that I would be willing to miss for you so don't tempt me). I'll be sleeping now (if I still can, heck it's already morning)." Hiroki said and unsaid the rest of the sentences left spoken only on his mind, he would never have the nerve to say them out loud to his partner. Swallowing the lump on his throat, he congratulated himself for being so calm about the matter, it makes him sound more mature, more in control. But Nowaki, it seems, have other things in mind.

"Hiro-san. Look at me."

Hiroki was already walking towards their room when he heard this silent command. The way Nowaki delivered it gave Hiroki the goosebumps. Like it was a make it or break it situation. Heck, can't I just disappear on my room?

"I should just ignore him, go to my room, shut the door, bury my head on the pillows, get all emotional, lose the remaining few hours of sleep that I may have on thinking about him, get irritatingly big eye bags, go to school in a bad mood, probably kill a sleeping student, then get to jail and rot there for homicide." Hiroki grudgingly thought to himself, flinching at the idea of leaving Nowaki and spending the rest of his days withering away in some concrete box with one iron sides.

Or…

"I could turn around and face him, listen to what he have to say and say something myself, probably it'll be alright" A bit more positive and seems less tedious. But as stated earlier, Hiroki had just received an awful lot of shocking news from Akihiko and he is no mood for positive thoughts. So…

He turned around.

Only to be smothered by Nowaki's kiss.

"Hmpf!"was all Hiroki had to say as he was enveloped in another fierce hug and his lips covered by Nowaki's. He tried to resist, God knows how much he tried to push Nowaki off him, how much he tried not to respond to that searing kiss, how much he tried to stop himself from moaning enticingly and encouraging his lover, but he couldn't, he could barely deny the man anything at all in general anyway.

They've been interlocked in that fierce hug and incinerating kiss for minutes he didn't count until he felt himself being pushed down on their bed. When did they get to their room? Hiroki didn't know and with the way those lips and tongue are moving against his, he could barely care. Barely.

"Uh wai—" Nowaki didn't even let him get the words out, he claimed his lips once again. With Nowaki's large frame looming over him, Hiroki find it hard to wriggle free from that kiss and that hug. Nowaki had his leg between Hiroki's and his right arm grabbing Hiroki's head, preventing him from escaping the kiss. The larger male's left hand on the other hand made its way down Hiroki's back, gently caressing his lover's sides and stopping at his hips, securely holding him in place.

Nowaki seemed to be a lot more aggressive than before, Hiroki could feel the tension on his kiss and on his tight hug. It wasn't need, it wasn't pure love either, something's bothering his Nowaki. That was one of the things he hated.

Hiroki crunched up all his strength and shoved Nowaki off him: that would be the second time he untangled himself from his lover's arms. And the pained expression on Nowaki's face was enough to put an emphasis on what he did. His lover's darkened eyes looked about ready to cry.

Hiroki took a deep breath, ignoring their perfectly aligned bodies, and looked directly at those eyes that had the power to steal away the part of him that thinks rationally. He steeled himself and used his momentarily pseudo-control to fuel this rare outburst.

"Please Nowaki, if you're going to kiss me, I… I don't want you thinking of anything else when doing that. If… if you're going to make love with me I want you to have me and only me in there" – Hiroki poked Nowaki's chest – "and there" – he poked Nowaki's head, blushing from face to chest, Hiroki broke their gaze and looked at the curtains for a change of view. He couldn't believe he had just said those extremely embarrassing words.

Those darkened eyes widened at that honest remark. Hiroki is not the romantic type at all to spew out mushy stuff like that, usually it's Nowaki's job to supply all the romantic talks, not Hiroki. He knew Nowaki honestly loved these moments and he had just given him one of the best ones. Oh damn, why did I said that again? I was supposed to be angry and sleeping now!

Hiroki, not knowing what else to say, just contended himself with staring at the curtains. He didn't want to witness what his words had done to Nowaki. He hoped though that he got the message across. They rarely have time for these so he's not gonna share even Nowaki's thoughts to anyone or anything for that matter. He wanted to be selfish, even just at this moment.

"Hiro-san. Look at me"

"No. I don't want to"

"Why?"

"It's embarrassing!"

"Hiro-san. It's not"

"It is!"

"Hiro-san –"

"I said no! – "

Nowaki held Hiroki's face and kissed him lightly on his lips, then his cheeks, then his forehead, then his nose, then back to his lips again. Hiroki blushed further as Nowaki touched their foreheads together and looked directly at his eyes through ragged bangs. He knew that look, that look full of love and happiness that Nowaki always did when he did something the larger male finds cute and romantic.

He felt Nowaki sigh contentedly, their noses touching.

"You're the only one here" Nowaki said while giving a slight pressure on their connected foreheads.

He felt large warm hands grasped his hand and pressed it to the chest he poked earlier. He could feel the warmth radiating from the skin underneath the clothes and the slight thumping of the heart there.

"And here" Nowaki whispered.

Hiroki could feel his face burning. He didn't know how to properly respond when confronted with such kinds of acts. Even though they've been together for years, such acts never fail to make him blush madly, like a teenager in love, nor does it fail to wipe his mind free of whatever it previously had, replacing it with only one name and one face: Nowaki's.

Still staring straight to his chocolate brown eyes, Nowaki whispered in his deep husky voice, the reason of that apology.

"I was apologizing for doubting you. I came back earlier this evening and saw you two hugging. I… I couldn't stand it, with your senior at school, I always see you resisting him. But that earlier, you didn't. And I knew that he was your first love. So I thought maybe…maybe you've gotten tired of me. Maybe the two of you are together. Maybe you called him to comfort you. I hated the thought, and despite wanting to charge there and just wrench him out, I chose to run. "

Hiroki could barely believe it, hearing his own thoughts voiced out by his lover felt…strange. He didn't know whether to be happy or what with that revelation. In fact, all he could think of is Nowaki lying on top of him, making him feel loved, showering him yet again with comforting warmth that only this man could here give.

"I realized my mistake though, I came back and stayed outside. I heard the two of you talking and I understood. How stupid of me to doubt you! I'm so sorry Hiro-san. I won't lose faith in you ever again."

The bold statement made Hiroki feel light headed. Here he was thinking that their drifting apart, thinking that their work is putting a wedge between them, thinking that Nowaki is starting to care less and less, only to found out that he was awfully wrong. And for a rare second, he was really happy that he had been wrong.

Nowaki dropped his face on his neck again, laying butterfly kisses, fleeting warm touches on his cold skin, wet trinkets of love that are sometimes better than there heavy passion-filled sessions.

Sunday 23:34

"One box of Mefenemic acid, please. Thank you."

A cheerful smile left a slightly-cheery face despite the ringing headache he had been having since that afternoon. Good thing Meiji Pharmacy was still open; well, why wouldn't it be? - it's a 24/7 drugstore.

After collecting his medications, he headed outside. It had been a rather eventful day. Circling his shoulders and popping his neck, the lanky man walked towards the bus station. He strode tiredly and swung his arms in a childish manner. There were very few pedestrians now, considering the late hour.

"Yep; it's quite late. And it's a Sunday. That demon of a woman Aikawa, making me work on a Sunday..."

He's not one of those who slacked off at work but he's certainly not one of those boring and scary workaholics. He's more of an average salary man; keeping himself supported with just the right amount of work, and alive with the right amount of fun.

Fun. That day had been both fun and frustrating. Funstrating. He laughed aloud at his silly made-up word. It was fun because he got to spend it with Aikawa-san. Alone. Just the two of them. Despite being overworked by the woman, he had to agree that she's a beauty to behold and he couldn't deny that he had a crush on her. Being with her for a whole day and walking her home was fun. Now came the other side: the frustrating side. The reason why he got to spend the day with his crush was because he accompanied her in searching for Misaki-kun. The cute, adorable, hard-working and funny boy working part-time at their office.

They had failed to locate him. He wondered where the boy could be. He seemed too sweet and kind to runaway from Akihiko. Maybe the boy had gotten his brain back and realized that he was at the great and scary Akihiko-sama's place and just bolted. He honestly couldn't believe that someone could live with the author; He seemed so aloof, so distant. He never smiled, genuinely of course - all those fake smiles he gives when needed are nothing less and nothing more of what they really are: genuinely fake smiles.

He rounded a corner, still keeping to his pace. He had reached the bus stop so he leaned against a post and waited for the late night bus to pass. There was no one in sight.

Damn, I'm really late. I wonder how many hours 'til sun up.

He spied a figure walking towards him and a few cars whooshing by. He combed his hair and busied his eyes with watching the figure get closer. It was something to concentrate on aside from his headache.

Minutes felt like hours in his aching head. Even the figure seemed to be walking too slow. He realized it was a man. Around his 30's perhaps? Black hair, worn out pace and light built. Maybe he's an office man or a clerk.

Aron almost laughed at himself. He's actually making a story out of the innocent pedestrian. He shrugged and dug his hands at the pocket of his jacket, playing with his motor keys.

Damn, I needed that ride. Hmph, It's insured anyway. It won't cost a lot.

He cocked his head to his right and massaged his nape. His headache was spreading downward. That bus better be here soon.

He could hear the light footfalls of the lone man he saw earlier. He turned to look at the man as he got close but thought better against it so instead he looked straight ahead, right towards the other bus stop at the other side of the street.

Then he saw another lithe figure at the other side of the road. It was running.

How amusing. Isn't it a bit early for jogging?

It stopped and placed a hand at a sign post; it hunched and breathed heavily. Even at a distance, he was positive that the figure was heaving. Must have run a mile or something.

Just then, a black car that looked suspiciously like the one that crashed into them earlier came into view and screeched to a halt beside the jogger. The blaring headlights seemed to have blinded the jogger for a bit, but it turned its head toward the car anyway.

He could hear the man he saw earlier almost behind him, his footsteps resounding loudly in the silent midnight air. Someone stepped out of the car and grabbed the jogger's arm. Hmmm... what's going on here? The black car had its headlights in full blast and the man who got out of the car seemed like he was dragging the resisting jogger towards the car.

"Let go of me! I don't want to go with you!"

The shrill, frightened voice carried into the night air. Was he witnessing a kidnapping? Was the jogger a street thief? What's going on here?

Aron squinted. The jogger… or boy as he could see with the aid of the car's headlights seemed quite familiar.

"Beep."

A resounding siren jarred him from his focus on the activities at the other side of the road. The late night bus was here.

He tore his eyes away from the coming bus to look at the scene again. The man was forcing the teen inside the car. Maybe he should call some help? But then again, he didn't want to meddle with these persons' affairs. And he's having a really bad migraine.

The bus stopped in front of him. Shaking his head, he walked towards it and climbed in. Just before the door shut, he heard a gasp. The man earlier had stopped to watch the scene too. But with shock in his features and just before the door completely closed, he heard the man say something that made his eyes go wide with realization.

"Misaki?"

He hurriedly took a seat and looked at the black car he was watching earlier. The man was already getting inside the car. But not without him catching a glimpse of the jogger. There's no mistaking that brown hair and hoodie the teenager loves to wear. It was Misaki.

Shock.

But there was more: he knew the man in the car.

Flipping his cell phone quickly, he punched Aikawa's number. After two rings and a sleepy "Hello?", Aron yelled into the phone: "Aikawa-san! I found Misaki! Usami Haruhiko has him!"

Giving his location to Aikawa, he slumped back to his seat as the bus started accelerating, deep in thought and head thrumming annoyingly, he closed his eyes and waited for the next bus stop and the busy tone.

A/N: Yes, you do have every right to rip off my limbs and throw them into a filthy abyss. I'm so sorry for updating this late_. My school is soooooo demanding, I would have been able to update earlier if my requirements doesnt include spending a few days in secluded places with the indigenous people, but yeah, that's my life.

anyway, before I move on with my excuses (slash-rants) you're probably thinking "what the heck? another cliffhanger? you always give cliffhangers!I'm gonna push you off a cliff y' know!" , or "so so, where's th next chapter, you're getting boring-_-" or "what the f... i'm confused..really confused *click back and finds another story*" ... *sniff sniff* that last thought will really make me cry T_T

so moving on, my beta reader, Twelf Bell, knew I have this chapter months ago, actually I was trying to come up with a better timeline but I really am struck... and also, I have a confession to make: I lost my "passion" to continue this story _ gomen ne! I'm too preoccupied with my other fics (under a different author name) I dont know, I just lost my will to this fic... but I will finish this. I swear I will... so just hang in there dear readers...stay with me..and inspire me more...

have a junjou day minna san!

[listening to Forgotten]