Author's Note: I'm overwhelmed, people do still read this sh*t *teary eyed* THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR READING! and special thanks too to those who put this story on story alert, favourited it, liked it so much gave me cookies and more... suuppeeerrr thank you...
Here's a "mini-chapter" for all of you, it's ROMANTICA... coz i can't just wrap myself to finish the next full chapter and also, I thought it's better to separate this part.
thank you so much guys, u all made my day.

specially SEi-chan who Beta-ed this. cookies for you ^ ^

read on:))

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

Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica, coz if i did, Misaki and Shinobu would be BFFs by now XD

Monday 02:33

The over-sized bear and the humming of some god-forsaken device was his only companion.

"Misaki."

Akihiko hugged Suzuki-san with one arm while his other covered his eyes as he lay there on his soft, cold couch. He took a deep breath and earned a waft of Suzuki-san's stuffed animal smell, coupled with mixed perfume of himself, cigarettes and his lover. He wondered, did Misaki hug this toy while he was here alone?

"Misaki."

He bit his lip and hugged the artificial bear tighter, willing the toy to breath, to be warm, to grow brown hair and emerald eyes bright with uncorrupted bashfulness and delight. He ardently wished it was his lover in his arms.

"Misaki."

Reaching over at the coffee table, he picked up a cigarette and brought the stick to his mouth. Using the same limb, he fished a lighter from his pocket and lit the addicting stick. He could almost hear that sweet scolding voice: "Baka Usagi, you'll die young."... "I'll die making love to you." Oh that lovely blush.

"Misaki."

He took the cigarette between his fingers to his mouth and puffed out smoke. He heaved and allowed the stick to drop onto the ash tray. Something unpleasant was constricting his heart and he was finding it hard to breathe. He let out another heavy sigh. It's really dark. He had not switched the light on when he went inside. Neither did he turn the heater on. The cold was seeping through his body but he still lay there on the cold couch. He wished nimble fingers would blanket him. With warmth and love.

"Misaki."

He sat up, still hugging Suzuki-san with an arm. Another gush of withheld breath escaped his lips. Followed by a shudder. He should really turn up the heat. He stood on wobbly legs and trudged towards the device. After a few stumbles, he turned on a light switch and stared at the knobs and buttons on the heater. Damn. He didn't know which one to turn or push; his lover had always took care of these things.

"Misaki."

He punched a few buttons and turned a knob clockwise. Nothing happened. He glared angrily at it but it had no effect on the heater. Now that he's confronted with it, he realized just how much he depended on his lover; the boy really wasn't exaggerating when he kept on saying that he will die without his lover looking after him. He gave a bitter laugh and there was a slight glimmer in his violet eyes. He smiled at the thought of Misaki, getting angry over such an idiotic act and then taking care of it afterwards. He never had to worry about anything other than his work when his lover is around. Misaki had taken care of his every need, sexual or otherwise.

The ache that was still lingering in his chest intensified. He actually brought a hand to grip the shirt above his heart. It's Misaki. Whenever his mind strayed to his lover, he felt that familiar pain. A normal response was to stop musing, forget the cause of pain, and avoid it at all costs, but no, he would have none of it. His brain was hardwired to think constantly of that smiling green eyed beauty, the sole picture of his happiness.

"Misaki."

Exhaling, he turned his back to it and went to the kitchen. Maybe something warm for his stomach. He hadn't had anything since morning, being too preoccupied with his frantic search to actually pay attention to his grumbling intestines. He took a glass from a stand and poured hot water in it from a thermos. There was a crack followed by a split second of realization before the glass broke into pieces. He had once again forgotten that there were glasses for cold liquids and mugs for hot liquids. He took a few steps back, not wanting to scald himself with that hot water or wet Suzuki-san. He reached for a mug labeled "HOT". His lover had written this after four consecutive breaking of glasses when he poured hot water in them. Misaki's delicate handwriting.

"Misaki."

He leaned on the kitchen sink. Sighing heavily yet again, he felt another shudder crawl through his body. He hugged Suzuki-san tighter, clenching the mug tighter with his other hand. He bit his lip. He could hear the clock ticking somewhere and he thought that maybe it's morning already. Where was his Misaki? Is he alright? Is he somewhere safe? What is he doing right now? Is he crying? Is someone else comforting him? Does he hate me?

"Misaki."

He slid down, his back against the sink. He allowed Suzuki-san to fall to the ground as he used his other hand to hold the mug with two hands. A thumb caressing the scrawl that was Misaki's. Akihiko could feel something burning at the sides of his eyes, rivaling the empty, hollow and cold feeling gripping his chest.

It hurts. Like icy fire cutting mercilessly through his heart. It cuts. Like molten lava at the corner of his eyes. It stings. Like hailstone storming his insides.

He pressed the cold, hard surface of the mug to his lips. He could not prevent the whimper that escaped him.

Misaki. Misaki. Misaki. Misaki. Misaki. Misaki. Misaki.

The body sitting hunched below the sink, face pressed to a mug between his knees, shuddered visibly. And it was not from the cold.

Monday XX:XX (around midnight)

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Turn left—dark tinted window, lamp posts flashing like camera aftermaths, one after the other. We're probably belting through the highway at 120km/h and the road's familiar.

Close my eyes.

Open.

No. I really am not dreaming. Usami-ani just kidnapped me. I have to get out. Fast. But how?

Clutch my chest.

Wince.

Stop the wheezing. At least that doctor's meds did something to the nausea and dizziness.

The door? Maybe I can get to the door, open it then jump. Then what? I'd probably have a couple of broken bones... Probably more than a couple of broken bones. Get run over by the next car or hit my head on the pavement or bang the door on myself by the force of the wind or perhaps the door won't even open.

Look at the latch.

Look at the driver.

Haruhiko-ani at my right.

Haruhiko–ani holding my wrist.

It's painful.

Calm down. He won't hurt me. Right? I don't think he will. But he just kidnapped me! He can do anything. Maybe he'd break my bones, with the way he's squeezing my wrist. Gotta make him let go. He won't think I'd try to escape. Right?

Scuffle.

Wince.

"Akihiko-ani...hurts.."

Oh God, he's looking at me sharply. No, he's gonna kill me. Tie me up. Lock me in their mansion. Torture me till I can't move. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God oh God... Usagi-san. Please get me please… please... no, he's giving me that scary look. He's gonna do something nasty. Oh please don't... he's gonna squeeze me harder till he breaks my wrist.. no no no no...he's gonna—

Haruhiko lets my wrist go.

Looks at the driver.

Taps him and says something.

He released me. He's not looking my way. Left—the car's slowing down. We're nearly 4 blocks away from the Usami mansion, I think. I've got to get out of here fast. He's not looking. The driver's not looking. The latch is the same as in Usagi-san's car. It's easy to open. A second or two and I can open the door.

Discreet peek at the side mirror.

No car is behind us. Good. Pavements a little close but I can break my fall. I must break my fall. I should roll, protect my legs, cover my head with my arms. Like in movies. To hell with my arms, I ain't gonna run with them.

Deep breath.

The air goes through the nose then circulates round my body then out. Remember to breathe.

Shiver.

Cold.

I look at my hands, they're shaking badly. Must be the fever. It's chilly in here. But what's awaiting me if I don't get out of here will be a lot more chilly.

The car's running at 20km/h. I can do this. Edge closer to the left door without getting noticed.

Discreet.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Click.

It sounded painfully loud. The latch's unlocked. Usagi-ani still not looking here.

Rriinnggg!

Jump a feet in the air. Phew. His phone sure is loud. Or are we just too quiet? He's talking to someone. Here's my chance!

One last look. Pull!

The sudden gust of wind stung my eyes.

Must push the door harder!

PUSH!

Usagi-

A/N: *exhale*

okay... I know it's short.. and you're probably too shocked with the bluntness of the ending of this chapter that you forgot to think that I think all you can think of (3 thinks yay!) is "what the heck just happened?"

well... actually, I'm too lazy to try and guess what you thought or are thinking or will think. the weather's reviving my lazy bones.:))

this part was supposed to be part of "Findings" but I thought it wouldn't fit. Im trying my best to finish the next chapter but school work and org activities are keeping me so busy only sleeping is reprieve. :(( i seriously want a 30-hour day.

also, this is my first time to try and write in this style (the Misaki part, coz if you did not figure out that that was Misaki I WILL HAUNT YOUR EVERY DREAM... WITH YAOI PAIRINGS XD XD XD)... soooooo please be harsh with your comments and just tell me that it sucked coz it does X_X *shot* (i was actually envious with some fics at the douwata fandom that can write very good in this style..heehee)

thank you again SEi-chan for beta-ing this, good luck with your exams and I'm still hoping i'd see you in YT :3

Have a Junjou day minna!

[listening to Robot Boy]