So chapter sixteen or something like that. I've honestly given up on keeping track. But I know some people out there enjoy this fanfic so I'll keep updating anyways. I have a request for you guys: I need some story ideas. I really want to write another Junjou Romantica story, but I've no ideas, so please help me. And that's it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica
-JR—JR—JR-
Akihiko's POV
It was as if everything was moving in slow motion. Haitani pulled the trigger on the gun, a wicked smirk in place and a maniacal fire in his eyes. The bullet spun towards me as if it were going as slowly as possible, yet I couldn't move away in time.
I heard Misaki shout my name. I flinched backwards and closed my eyes, waiting for the explosion of pain from the impact of the bullet. Instead of pain, I heard a loud gasp of pain and felt a warm body fall back against my own.
My eyes flew open to see Misaki, bloody and grimacing in pain, leaning against me. I glanced up and saw Haitani holding a shocked expression on his face, but it quickly disappeared only to be replaced with anger.
I looked back down at Misaki. His eyes were screwed shut in pain and he was gritting his teeth. I pulled the brunette into my arms, trying to ignore the warm crimson liquid pouring from the bullet wound in Misaki's left shoulder.
"You little fucker. Who told you to jump in front of that bullet, huh?" Haitani hissed, glaring at Misaki. Said man slowly opened his eyes and glared just as heatedly at Haitani. He forced his way out of my arms, clenching his jaw from the pain, and stood in front of me.
"No one had to," Misaki said, a strange calmness to his voice, though pain was laced in. "Because no one tells me what to do and no one controls me. I chose to save Akihiko because I love him, and if he died and I lived I would never be able to forgive myself."
My eyes widened, staring at the back of the brunette's head in utter shock. I noticed that he was shaking slightly. Haitani smirked again, still obviously angry, and said in his sickly sweet voice, "How cute. Little Misaki is in love." And then his tone grew menacing. "But if I can't have you, then nobody can. You are mine, and mine alone." With that Haitani pointed the gun at Misaki and pulled the trigger once again.
It pierced him in the stomach. Misaki let out a cry of pain and fell to his knees. I knelt next to him and whispered reassurances in his ear. I pulled my phone out and dialed the emergency number, angling myself so that Haitani couldn't see what I was doing.
I pulled the phone up to my ear and whispered into it, making sure it looked as though I was whispering to Misaki. He glanced at me with his pain clouded eyes and gave a subtle shake of his head, warning against it, but I kept talking. I stopped talking midsentence and hung up and Haitani started looking suspicious.
I laid the phone down behind Misaki. "I'll be taking my leave before the police get here. Good luck saving my little kitten."
I growled dangerously. "You're not going to kill me? Or are you too scared that the police will catch you?"
"No, I'm not scared," Haitani started. "I just want you to suffer. I want you to see how futile it was being with Misaki. I want you to see how much pain he has brought you. You took him away from me, and now I'm taking him away from you. It's that simple."
I snorted, trying to think of something to keep him busy. "Why are you so set on him anyway? What makes Misaki so precious to you that you would kill him to keep him away from everyone else?"
A strange expression crossed Haitani's face. "It's because he is the most beautiful person I've ever met. His screams are like music. His skin softer than silk. His blood perfectly contrasting to his ivory skin. That is why I'm so set on him. Because he is the most exquisite person I have ever met, and I'm not willing to let him go. Not at any price."
I glared darkly but reigned in my anger, knowing full well that it would only lead to our death if I made the wrong move.
There was a loud crash downstairs and stomping footsteps moving across the landing and up the stairs. A huge group of policemen arrived in our bedroom, all of them pointing guns at Haitani. The man snarled angrily, a look of panic and desperation in his eyes.
More people poured in, paramedics with a stretcher and a box with medical supplies in it. Misaki was laid on the stretcher and taken out of the room while Haitani was surrounded. In one last act of desperation and defiance, the criminal pointed his gun at me and fired. After that everything was a blur.
Pain exploded in my chest and I felt warm blood running down my body. I barely took notice of the fact that the police were taking a satisfied but defeated looking Haitani out of the room in handcuffs. Paramedics surrounded me and put me on a stretcher. After that everything was dark.
-JR—JR—JR-
Misaki's POV
I paced worriedly back and forth across Akihiko's hospital room. It had been four months since Haitani had been arrested, and two months since I'd been released, and Akihiko still hadn't woken up. The doctor said that Akihiko should wake up any day now since his head trauma was finally completely healed, but I was still worried and anxious.
It seemed that the hit to Akihiko's head from Haitani's henchman had caused inflammation in his brain, which then caused him to go into a coma after he was shot due to the shock. I'd hardly left his side in the few months that I was able to visit. The nurses allowed me to stay the night most nights, but my brother managed to force me home, or to eat, or to go sit in the hallway when he thought I needed it.
But ever since I heard that Akihiko would be waking up soon, I didn't leave his side at night. I only ever left to shower, and even then I used the hospital's showers and relied on my brother to pick my clothes up. For a moment I wondered if this was what it was like for Akihiko all those times I was hospitalized. I came to the conclusion that it was most likely the same for him. The worry was constantly gnawing at me, and the anxiety kept me up at night. At the rate I was going, I got four hours of sleep most nights. I started thinking about that day, when Haitani showed up at Akihiko's apartment and tried to kill him.
Tears formed in my eyes. Even though I had only been half conscious when Akihiko was shot, I panicked at the sound of the gun. I remembered the dread that gripped me when I thought about Akihiko dying. I felt a tear drip down my face, but quickly wiped it away and pulled myself together before I could lose control of myself.
I was drawn from my thoughts when I heard Akihiko moving. I quickly spun around, facing the man's bed instead of the wall. The author was shifting, and I watched with anxious eyes as he squinted open his eyes, focusing on the ceiling.
I stayed silent, letting Akihiko gain his bearings. Tears fell from my eyes without my consent (as if they ever do), and I hid my eyes with my bangs. I wouldn't let Akihiko see my relief or worry. I rushed out of the room as the tears started falling faster, but was stopped at the door when Akihiko's beautiful voice called, "Misaki?" He sounded so relieved, so damn happy.
I chuckled slightly. The relief was flooding through me at the sound of that velvety smooth voice. I didn't even care that I was crying anymore. I practically tackled Akihiko in a hug, sobbing into his shoulder. I knew this was out of character (baddum tss!) for me, but I didn't care in that moment.
"Thank kami," I whispered, hugging him tighter. Akihiko seemed stunned for a moment at my reaction, but snapped out of it quickly and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tighter to him. "You're finally awake."
"Misaki," he breathed. I kept crying into his hospital gown, staining it with my tears.
"I love you." I don't know who was more shocked: Akihiko or me. The words just slipped out, unnoticed by me until they were already said.
"I love you too, Misaki," the author whispered, burying his face in my hair. Finally I was at peace. I didn't have any murderers or rapists or madmen chasing me anymore. The nightmares would remain, but now I had Akihiko by my side. Now I would no longer be lonely.
The End
-JR—JR—JR-
And that's the end. I hope you guys enjoyed. Also, I'm calling for any requests for sequels or completely unrelated fanfiction. I need some ideas for writing, and I find that the people give me the most inspiration. So please drop me a PM or put an idea/request in the reviews. Until my next fanfiction . . .
~O'Malley out!
