"Hiroki-san are you in there?"

Hiroki snapped his head up to the door.

Nowaki.

Hiroki stared helplessly at the ground as he dripped with blood, harsh pants escaping his lips. Nowaki was going to come in.

"Hiroki-san? I can hear you."

Hiroki took a deep breath and swallowed thickly, "I-I'm in here."

Nowaki laughed, the soothing sound seemed alien in the panic filled room. "I thought you were going to eat. Can I come in?"

"Tick tock tick tock," came a soft voice from behind him, his head whipped around, Alice sat with her legs crossed, leaning back, "Better think of something quick."

"Hiroki-san?" The voice pressed through the door.

"Yeah just…just give me a minute." Hiroki's frantic eyes scraped around the empty room, nothing. He really couldn't do anything. He couldn't hide a hole that size.

"He's going to come in soon," Alice mused, her leg bouncing up and down lazily. Her blue orbs widened before crinkling into a giggle. "You're late! You're late!" She imitated an old friends nasally voice.

Hiroki let out a soft cry and flinched at the familiar phrase.

"Hiroki-san, Seriously! I'm worried. You have to open the door now." Nowaki's voice was stern and had an edge to it. A voice Hiroki had never heard before, yet it was still oddly comforting hearing the worry hidden behind the sharp sound.

Hiroki turned away from the door, now staring at the hole directly across from it. He could hang the sheet over it. What would be his excuse? There was blood on the sheets. No way. There was blood all down his arms and now on his clothes. But maybe...maybe he could direct Nowaki's attention. So maybe he wouldn't even notice the hole. It was huge and gaping but Hiroki knew how to mess with people. Mess with their minds. After years of living in a place like this, the power of manipulation was a necessity. It could even get you out of taking your meds if you gambled just right. Sure it was hard but he could pull it off. Maybe ifHiroki acted like he was hurt or sick? A loud sudden sound to get Nowaki's attention, immediately causing him to turn seemed to be the only way. A fake gag would do just fine. A person doesn't walk into a room looking straight forward so it's not impossible for him to not notice, right?

"Time's up." Alice whispered, Hiroki snapped his head to her, she swung a pocket watch back and forth. The words 'done for' were scrawled where the numbers should be. She disappeared.

Hiroki sat still for a moment, confused. It was too silent. Then, he heard the door open, an ugly final ding to his timer. Hiroki could have vomited right there. Seriously. He heard Nowaki gasp.

Hiroki turned to the door slowly, tears filled his eye as Nowaki stared at him, frozen in horror.

"I-I didn't...I didn't do it." Hiroki whispered brokenly. Nowaki composed himself before shaking his head. He glanced at the wall and cringed. He brought his attention back to Hiroki.

"Oh...Hiroki-san. You know they are going to your family to pay for this." He slowly approached him, like a wild animal and it made Hiroki feel humiliated.

Nowaki watched Hiroki's expression as he reached out to his knuckles. Hiroki silently stared at the ground, taking sharp breaths and letting his tears fall silently. He's never messed up this bad. This was bad. This was so bad.

Nowaki sighed, "Hiroki-san…" he brushed his fingers over Hiroki's wrists, "...why?"

"A-Alice did it." He breathed helplessly. Nowaki furrowed his eyebrows.

"Hiroki-san! Alice isn't r-" Nowaki cut himself off, Hiroki noticed him furrowing his brows just like people did when they were holding back oceans of emotions and words, the only dam being their lips. In Nowaki's case, soft and elegant. Nowaki was silent, only staring at Hiroki's quivering features, "Hiroki-san...let's get you patched up at the nurse's office, okay?"

He slowly gripped Hiroki's arm and and pulled gently, "Lets go, Hiroki-san."

Hiroki shook his head, "N-n-no." He yanked his arm, Nowaki didn't release.

Nowaki's face filled with pity, "Hiroki-san…"

"N-no pl-please no." His voice began to raise and his pulling became harder, "No! No! Please!" He sobbed.

Nowaki frowned, "Hiroki-san please calm do-"

"No! I didn't do it! I didn't do it!" He pleaded desperately, yanking hard enough to nearly dislocate one of their shoulders. His reasoning was gone. All he could see was the padded wall of the special unit suffocating him… forever.

"Hiroki!" Nowaki yelled, as Hiroki stopped pulling, instead resorting to gripping onto Nowaki's shirt and staring him in the eye.

"Please! Please! It wasn't me! I'm not crazy!" Hiroki didn't care about his pride, or the tears rolling down his cheeks. All he cared about was Alice. Alice grinning down at him with a warped smile as he laid trapped in the special unit. The lurker by her side, like a loyal hellhound. He continued to push himself against Nowaki.

"Hiroki! Stop it!" Nowaki cried, gripping his shoulders. Hiroki let out a sob, his eyes glided to the rooms door. Doctors and nurses gathered around, taking in the sight like maggots would meat.

Hiroki knew it was over. It was over. He knew it when Nowaki didn't even listen to him. Knew it when the nurses pity was replaced with fear. He felt his knees buckle and he slid to the floor. Nowaki knelt down. Hiroki hung his head, "I'm not crazy...I'm not crazy...I'm not crazy…" he cried softly.

There was a hard yank on Hiroki's arm. He toppled to the left where the force came from, he glanced up at the towering figure next to him. It was one of the hospital's security guards. The grip felt dirty and cold. Another hand, belonging to another guard gripped his other. They yanked him to his feet and he stumbled slightly. They were so tight around him, he could feel himself being crushed. He didn't know what they were going to do with him, or what the special unit would be like, or why Alice was so...despicable, he didn't know where his friends in wonderland were, or what Nowaki was saying to the security guards. All of this crashed down on him with roaring waves isolation and fear. The world, his existence was so confusing. He didn't want much, he just wanted to be okay. He wanted an okay job, wanted to live in an okay house, have an okay boyfriend. When did he stop striving for greatness? When did he sink so low he just wanted...to get by? When did that become enough? Why does Nowaki look so upset?

He wanted to go home, he wanted to go back to wonderland. Curling up next to the white rabbit with a book the creature nervously fiddle with his pocket watch. Hiroki would read aloud and The hatter would bust out laughing in the middle of a sentence that held no punch line or sarcasm, no joke. It would annoy Hiroki and he'd threaten the hatter he'd stop reading if he didn't shut up. Even through the complaining he'd let a giggle slip. The Cheshire cat would flaunt a cheeky grin, and float through the oh so odd looking trees. The March and Dormouse would quietly chuckle as they manifested the scenes spilling from Hiroki's lips in a grand performance that the hatter would clap and hoot at, which was also quite distracting. And...Alice…

Alice….

Oh Alice…

Alice would sit in her pretty blue dress, her golden hair falling gently down her shoulders, spinning into free, yet elegant curls. Her blue eyes would be soft and she'd gently scratch her quill across her favorite drawing book, the one she drew All Hiroki's handsome crushes in, however this time, she would fill the page with the words that glided to her ear. Her voice would pipes up every now and then, it's motherly kindness correcting Hiroki's Pronunciation when reading tough english words. Alice would label what she was drawing in Japanese, she strongly believed that practice makes perfect.

Then there were the days where Alice was the childish and hyper. She'd set down her drawing book and act along with the dormouse and March Hare. Jumping through the Fingolo trees, the clever or not so clever name given to the vine ridden trees by the hatter, with elegance and courage. She'd climb their vines and swing her wooden sword around, gifted to her by the dormouse. She was always the most entertaining actress.

Hiroki wanted to claw the nostalgic longing in his chest, the yearning for a better world. But that was gone, it was long gone. It broke his heart. The guards began to drag him back to reality as well as out of the room. Hiroki whispered the only thing he knew in this confusing crisis.

"Nowaki?"

Misaki stared emptily at the spongy walls cushioning him. He'd given up on tugging on the jacket that kept his arms bound. The rooms color was nice, sometimes it wasn't. Today it was nice. Sometimes, the yellow foam walls reminded him of the piss stained restrooms, adorned with two urinals with the guck of vomit, shit, and piss still finding refuge in the curves of the porcelain despite having been there for more than six months. Some days, it reminded him of the warm sun. Or even better, sun flowers after a refreshing rain, their roots slurping up the sweet nectar the day has given and flaunting their pretty yellow petals with confidence.

Misaki wishes he could flaunt like that. Stride down a hallway full of people with a shimmering smile and enchanting eyes. He'd drink the attention they were giving him with the a delicious slurp disguised as a small "hello,". He practiced his smile sometimes. Whenever he got the chance to see himself in a mirror he would smile wide and stare. He wasn't very attractive. Not at all really but nothing would make him stop perfecting his smile. Showing his teeth, pulling it higher or lower, until it sat gracefully on his soft cheeks. He thought he had a good smile. He just had to wait. Sometimes when he was alone in this padded room he would imagine some big celebrity walking into the hospital, straight to the special Unit ward, with no reason in particular, and he would smile at them nice and wide. They would huff in jealousy and turn away. He knows he could die happy then. If he could smile so nice that it warmed people up and make them jealous at the same time, he'd already have everything. He would have a smile just like his mama had, and that's all he needed. It was funny how this place could rot your life goals down from going to Mitsuhashi University and starting a family to just being able to share a real nice smile with someone.

Misaki found himself grinning into the foam, he didn't have a mirror but he remembered what a perfect smile felt like. His face got tired. Misaki pulled himself up from where was lying, he couldn't remember lying down, but he hypothesized he had just rolled over while he screamed at no one to let him out. His throat was sore, and his eyes puffy. How long had he been here? He had no idea.

The sound of the heavy door to the room unlatching and opening didn't faze him a bit. However he did let out a humiliating squeak when the guards ripped him up off the floor. "Make room for the newbie, kid." Was all the guard said, he could vaguely hear a man's screaming voice down the hallway, of course that wasn't new. There were screaming voices all over these hallways, all over Misaki's head.

The guards dragged Misaki out of the room, Misaki didn't turn around when he heard the man being carted into the room where he was.

"Nowaki! Nowaki!" He screamed, Misaki knew that name, that was his therapist. He heard the man struggle and continue to scream.

Then he heard the name.

"Alice! Alice...dammit! Alice!" He shrieked in anger.

Every muscle in Misaki's body clenched.

A/N: OML! I have a football game tomorrow which I am performing in marching band at. We just leared act 3 of our halftime performance this week, we're performing it tomorrow. Wish me luck! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I LOVE THEM AND NO JOKE THE FEEDBACK IS REALLY USEFUL AND NEEDED! I hope you guys liked this chapter and MISAKI'S HERE! Also if you want to try to see a drawing of this fanfictions version of Misaki go to my art account instagram: cydneybop ALSO IF YOU WANT TO FOLLOW AN AWESOME JJR/SIH ACCOUNT FOLLOW junjou_hatsukoi I LOVE THEM Ok love you all! Bye bye!