I have no excuse for not updating sooner. It was just pure and honest procrastination cuz' I didn't feel like updating, but here I am so enjoy!
Disclaimer: Junjou Romantica is not mine. If it was it would be absolutely horrible.
Akihiko's POV
A few minutes after Ritsu fell asleep due to our 'late night escapades', I heard a door opening then closing. It sounded like the front door. I got up and put some underwear and pants on to investigate, being careful not to wake my little lover up. I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, like something was out of place, not right. I walked into the living room and saw nothing out of place, but the feeling of unease didn't go away.
That was when I noticed something was different. There were two letters on the coffee table, and I already had an idea of what they were. I picked up the envelopes off of the coffee table and read the names written on them. One was addressed to Takahiro and Minami, and the other to me. The names were written in Misaki's handwriting. Attempting not to panic I read the letter addressed to me, and my heart sank.
After reading the letter I almost panicked, but managed to keep my cool. I rushed up to Misaki's room in an attempt to convince myself that this wasn't happening. That little hope that I gained from that attempt, however, was crushed when I saw Misaki's room practically bare of anything but unnecessary items.
I looked through his drawers and closet, my denial of the situation clear, in a rushed manner, and finding that most of his clothes were gone. Finally coming to the realization that Misaki was gone, I rushed to Takahiro's room, not caring if I woke anyone up anymore. I flicked the lights on and practically yelled, "Get up! Misaki's gone!"
Takahiro and Minami woke up with a jolt. I heard fast footsteps coming down the hallway, and saw Ritsu in the doorway of the bedroom soon. It was then that I realized just how loud I had been, and how much commotion I had caused, but I couldn't care less at that moment.
"What's going on?" Ritsu asked in an alarmed voice. I had been panicking too much to try to comfort him and calm him down. I was probably the one that needed to calm down.
"Misaki left. He took all of his stuff and left! He only left a note." I tossed the letter on the bed for them to read. Takahiro's face changed from groggy, to confused, to alarmed in a single moment after reading the letter, and Minami burst into tears. I felt a pang of sympathy for my past love, because now he could easily lose the only family (besides Minami) he had left.
"We're looking for Misaki. I can't lose him," Takahiro said in a pleading yet commanding tone that I had never heard him use before. I looked at Ritsu, and saw a strange look in his eyes (was that relief?).
"Of course," I said, determination made clear in my expression. All of us got dressed and right as we were about to set out Ritsu said, "Can I talk to you?"
Misaki's POV
I finally let myself relax once I got on the train, well, until my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I looked at the caller ID and noticed that it was my brother trying to contact me, so I ended the call without answering my phone and turned it off. For all I knew Akihiko could have been tracking me by my phone, he'd done it before.
I sighed, 'I should probably be prepared to get over a hundred missed calls, knowing how overprotective my brother and Akihiko can get. Then again, I doubt he cares' I thought dejectedly, successfully depressing myself further and hurting myself with my own words . . . again. The gentle vibrations of the train began to lull me into sleep, and soon I let unconsciousness come over me, even knowing what dreams came with it.
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Haitani was straddling me, whispering in my ear, "You're worthless. No wonder Akihiko left you. He probably hated you, only used you for his own pleasure." With the last word he took out a knife that seemed to come out of nowhere and carved a word into the inside of my right arm. The word was 'trash'. The pain of the knife dragging through my skin almost made me scream, but Haitani noticed that and covered my mouth with his blood covered hand.
"Shh We don't want the guards coming, do we?" He asked in a 'kind' tone, but grinned a cruel, cold smile. 'Even after I've escaped that hell of a prison, it still comes back to haunt me' I thought emotionlessly. I let the realistic dream play through, letting the pain consume me. Then the weight on my torso changed, and I opened my eyes to see Akihiko.
This was one element of my dreams that I had never seen before, but my shock wore off soon. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I hated you seven years ago, and I hate you now. You're just worthless trash that doesn't deserve to live. Nobody really cares about you. I never cared about you. All of that was just an act to prepare you so I could ultimately break you heart, shatter it to pieces."
The ever-present confident smirk never left Akihiko's face as he said those words, and the pain in my body just intensified as the dream continued on. I never thought, not even in a dream, that Akihiko would violate me like this, especially not with the hate present on his face like that. 'I guess he really does hate me' I thought and let the dream take my mind away into an endless nightmare.
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I woke from my dream with a jolt, my face wet with tears, and looked up to see an attendant (a/n I'm not really sure if trains have attendants, but for the sake of my story they do) looking at me with a concerned expression.
"The train has arrived, sir. It's time for the passengers to get off," she said kindly. I nodded, and gathered my stuff, walking off the train once I had all of it. I stretched and started searching the city for a place cheap enough for me to stay. After about three hours, at 4:00 am, I found an apartment, and paid for one month of my stay with the money I had on me, and decided that the next day I would find a job.
I sorted all of my things in my apartment, grabbed a change of clothes, and then showered, feeling grimy from the train ride. After I took a hot shower I climbed in bed and, by some strange miracle, immediately fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning I woke up, and grabbed my phone to see the time, before remembering that I had turned it off. I turned it on impatiently and saw that it was 4:17 pm. I slept for almost twelve hours without realizing it. I sighed, and showered, getting ready for my late evening job hunt. I dressed casually, but not too formal. I had dark jeans on and a white long shirt on as well. Over my white shirt I had a deep purple windbreaker.
I left my apartment and started walking around the city in search of any shops that needed work. An hour after I left to look for my job, I was about to cross a crosswalk when I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder that I never wanted to encounter again, but that now seemed impossible.
"Haitani," I said voice emotionless.
Yay! Another cliffy! I hope you enjoyed, and just so you know I will take suggestions or requests for the story. Just put it in the reviews or PM me and I'll take those into account. Okay, my last piece of business is reviews. Send me at least six reviews and I'll update again. And I realize how irritating and such this is, but you know this makes me really happy. Anyways, until next time . . .
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