The Genesis

Hiroki Kamijou the ten year old overachiever was reading a book in his secret place of green-white-blue tunnel of nature. Under the tree Hiroki was happily devouring his book about alien and waiting for his only friend Usami Akhiko. It had been three months that both had become good friends and shared their passion for words. Hiroki had already lost his first kiss to 'Bakahiko' Hiroki's nick name for his best friend. Future demon Kamijou had already been struck by the arrow of cupid to his dismay or realisation. When wind started to blow, Hiroki stretched his muffler and pulled his socks up. He was now becoming impatient as he wanted to talk about the stories Akihiko had written. Within one month of their exchange of stories, Hiroki had become the self proclaimed editor for Akihiko. Though Akihiko knew more words than the envious Hiroki, Akihiko still had problems with the creation and staging of word pattern as his English upbringing had created duality of narrative. But Hiroki Kamijou loved it none the less. After waiting for another half an hour Hiroki decided to leave for home as he understood Akihiko must have been held back by family issues. So standing up the brunette dusted his trousers and picked his bags to bid adieu to the day.

But Hiroki's fate stopped him when he saw pure lavender looking into his crimson eyes. The eyes were brooding and horror stricken and Hiroki felt afraid. Akihiko looked sad, disinterested, isolated, lost at times, he was fickle but, he had never looked so horrified. The look in the eyes of the silver haired was begging for help and comfort. Both friends were in a staring competition and Hiroki was trying to grab the message Akihiko was trying to convey him. Finally Hiroki decided to move closer, he dropped his bags and with one swift move he hugged Akihiko. Hiroki knew his best friend was one of the finest people who could eradicate any trace of expression when time called. Hence he was not expecting the other to talk or cry. Hiroki's grip coiled and Akihiko hugged him harder and dropped his head on his shoulder. The lavender eyes were closed and pressing against the body of the green eyed. Akihiko hugged Hiroki tighter with every passing moment. Hiroki not being the most comforting or jovial person ran his fingers through the silver mane and rubbed them. Both stood there for a while and Hiroki kept patting the taller calmly without uttering a word.

"Hiroki may I stay at your home this weekend?"

The silver haired spoke softly in a very pathetically hurt and terrified voice. This was enough for Hiroki to understand that his best friend had experienced something unpleasant and it was not meant to be asked. Hiroki broke the hug and looked into the eyes of lavender hue which were reflecting back the sad orange of setting sun. Those eyes were crying to Hiroki for solace without words. Hence Hiroki simply pulled his bags up from the ground and turned Akihiko around. Next moment Hiroki was holding Akihiko's hand and slowly walking towards home in pure silence. It was strange as even after Hiroki attained adulthood he could never forgot the day, that evening even the birds refused to sing the serenade and the depleting orange looked less alive. Hiroki never asked but he felt it inside him that Akihiko had lost something very precious that day.

When both young boys reached Kamijou Manor, Sakura Kamijou the usually chatty woman felt something was at odds. So she left the children to their engagement and Hiroki asked her call Usami House saying that youngest Usami was going to stay the weekend at their house. The lady of the house in general would ask plenty many questions so that she could prepare to properly conversation with the Usamis but, that evening she quietly sent the food and clothing to Hiroki's room. After entering the Kamijou Manor both boys had not spoken a word but decided to be done with their homework. The dinner went in a similar manner and the food was chewed in silence. Hiroki wanted to ask tons of things but decided not to. He pulled the futons out and prepared the bed for Akihiko who was sitting at the corner and staring at Hiroki's mini-library without an ounce of desire to read.

"Oye come let's sleep"

Hiroki smiled at Akihiko whose eyes grew large at the site. In general Hiroki preferred to keep their futons as far as possible. Akihiko had a tendency to roll and grab the nearest thing as pillow and Hiroki often fell into the category of pillow. After two months of trouble Hiroki had devised the ford of pillows to help Akihiko roll on any side and lend on an actual pillow. But tonight the pounding feeling in Hiroki's heart forced him to join both the futons and leave no space in between them. Hiroki gently smiled and patted the futon and Akihiko gave a smile after hours of carrying the hollow look in his eyes. That smile drove a sudden glow in the lavender eyes, made Hiroki want to protect Akihiko for as long as he can. Hiroki laid on his futon and Akihiko joined him and this time he did not sleep on his side but landed on Hiroki's chest and Hiroki smacked him on the head. Akihiko laughed and nestled into Hiroki's arm and hugged Hiroki's waist with happy determination. Hiroki though felt awkward and hot but chose to pat Akihiko's silver head until the taller fell asleep besides him. Hiroki eventually drifted to dreams after finding his friend in slumber.

To an ordinary eye Akihiko's sleeping face appeared normal and calm but in his dreams the young was in turmoil. The more he hugged Hiroki in his sleep the more he tensed in his mind and snuggled inside the warmth of Hiroki. His dreams were often a reflection of the day's event, but today he was viewing the same images as he had seen them. Akihiko was walking around his huge mansion to find a calm and isolated place to venture and develop his new found hobby of writing. Every room either had maids or a butler caring after the room. In past three months he had created a map of avoiding his father who gave one of those goofy smiles which had no depth in them. He chose to have minimum communication with Haruhiko his half brother. Both young boys had developed a mutual dislike towards each other and none of the parents were inclined to solve it. His father and mother had decided to live in opposite wings of the manor to stay away from verbal dual. Though Akihiko distanced from any talking he soon found his precious things went missing first his books, later his special toys soon others followed. It did not take Akihiko long enough to figure out who was behind it. Haruhiko his elder half brother garnered a certain interest in things Akihiko held as precious. Akihiko did not feel anger for him but a pity like feeling rose in him towards the older. The older tried hard to achieve everything possible for an almost twelve year old but he forever remained the object of lamentation. Akhiko understood all this and refrained from complaining to his now a firebrand mother who was in the worse case of frustration in the house. Akihiko lived in the house of wretchedness and he had no escape.

Akhiko kept walking in the sixth floor of the right wing of the mansion. It was weird and difficult to find an empty room in such a big house. For last three months the house had been receiving constant visitors. All the Usami's from all over the world were here to check on progress of Usami Akimi as the new matriarchal head. In next one week the patriarch of the Usami house Akihiko's grandfather and Usami Akimi's father was arriving. Hence not a single room was left upturn as the older man was very particular about cleanliness and upkeep. Akihiko had returned from school and had changed into a formal yellow shirt and trousers to prepare for his meeting with Hiroki later in advance. Little Akihiko clutched his bag of stories and new notebook to write a happy story for Hiroki. Hiroki had complained that at times Akihiko was too depressing for a ten year old while Akihiko found his best friend too critical for a ten year old. So with aim of writing a happy story Akihiko found the white door at the corner end of the wing. He turned around and looked around to check if anyone was there but found none. With a deep breath and sigh of relief the silver haired boy pushed the door and entered the room to find a sight he was imprinted with for lifetime.

The lavender eyes of another silver hair met Akihiko's. In front of Akihiko laid his mother barely covered in red sheets besides her was a man with black hair. At first Akihiko thought the black haired man was his father but when his vision adjusted his eyes grew wide. With his mother was a man who was way younger than his mother. The man had yellow eyes and uncertain blush and embarrassment. Usami Akimi on the other hand was shocked to find her son in this part of the manor. Akimi sat up pulling the cover to her naked breast and tried to speak but the expression on Akihiko's eyes made her numb. The man besides her was similarly dumbstruck and gazing at Akihiko in a sense of guilt. The young boy tried to grasp everything in his vision and looked at his mother. She was angry at herself, embarrassed at the situation, regretful about the choice of place but Akihiko found no sense of guilt. For all his life time Akihiko had never found his mother guilty of any decision expect her marriage. Right now Akihiko was trying to find one single moment of guilt in her lavender eyes but there was none. Both mother and son kept looking at each other with same deadpan expression for next few pulses.

"Sorry to barge in your personal time mother. Please forgive me and excuse me"

Akihiko bowed and turned around to leave the room. Akimi on spur of the moment sprung out of the bed and grabbed the robe that was resting on the chair nearby. Akhiko started to walk slowly and did not look back. He closed the door and decided to walk away he yet had to process what to make of this situation and scene. He had seen his mother naked many times but alone. In England his mother would walk around in their big house in hardly any clothes. He would often help her pick clothes for work or party. They went swimming together, he clearly remembers on his ninth birthday mother and son had taken a small trip to one of the famous nudist beaches of France. Seeing his mother in another man's arm did not create any feeling but it was vice versa. Looking at a man in a lady's arm felt wrong to him. He knew his mother was not affectionate towards his father but thing he felt was different. He felt both jealous and angry of his mother; the look on the man's face was striking to him. Deep down he wanted to have a normal relationship between his parents but right now he wanted to be the one being cared and loved like his mother. Akihiko felt disgusted with himself. Soon his pace increased and started running wild as he burst out of the house Akimi came running behind him but he was already running towards the other side of the house while his mother kept calling him.

"Akihiko wait, please let me explain"

The same image had been engraved now in his sleep Akihiko was running away from his mother not because he was angry with her but because he did not like what he was feeling. A man and woman did not look appealing to him. Suddenly his mind bought another picture when he was eight year old and whining about something. He was in the park and was sad because his mother was away and he was left alone in the house under maid's care. On that particular day an older boy from his neighbourhood had joined him to play. When he found Akihiko sad and whining he had kissed Akihiko saying that it was a method to stop people from crying and being sad. Though Akihiko had always known only girls kissed boys, he certainly liked being kissed by the older boy that day. When he was nine a girl in his school kissed him on the lips but Akihiko did not like it. Suddenly another image flashed when he had kissed Hiroki when the latter was crying. Though he said he did it to stop Hiroki from crying. Deep down he really wanted to see how it felt to press lips against those beautiful curved lips of Hiroki. He found Hiroki too naive to think anything past the moment so he had kissed him and to Akihiko's surprise he loved it but he felt disgusted at his non-normal thoughts. Words of Mafumi came up that love was love and people could like anyone. He remembered his promise to unborn child of hers and prayed to his gods that the child was a boy not girl. A blurry image of a brown hair and green eyed boy flashed in his mind. The green eyes were soothing and Akihiko' wanted to ruffle the brown hair. The unknown person was smiling at him and was trying to cheer him up. With this image he cuddled deeper into Hiroki's embrace, who was not kicking him out away like other nights.

In the morning both boys woke up feeling unsettled and confused. Hiroki was worried because once in middle of the night Akihiko's grip forced him to wake up. When he woke up he found Akihiko was frowning in his sleep and sweating. Hiroki had ruffled his hair and wiped the sweat but Akihiko was troubled to the deep. But he knew the latter well, so he decided to let him be for a while. While Akihiko wanted to explore his thoughts and ideas. Hiroki had created a place his heart. He was the first friend who did not care about Akihiko's heritage as an Usami. Hiroki was willing to beat the shit of him or anybody who harmed him. In first days of school Hiroki stood by him and saved him from the onslaught of questioning girls and hate from the boys. He was a harsh citric and inspiration, it was fun to watch him emerge successful. Hiroki would yell at him, beat him but would rush to help him. Akihiko did the same when Hiroki needed him. He was like him isolated and thoughtful essentially different in outlook and execution. Hiroki was his partner in crime and the friend he could trust. After breakfast both boys sat opposite each other and discussing the latest book they had ventured into. Suddenly Akihiko was too close to Hiroki's face who was busy ranting something critical.

"Hiroki" Akihiko tapped the shorter

"What?" Hiroki frowned

"We are best friends right?" the lavender eyes were little sad

"Yes" Hiroki nodded in confusion advent on his face

"If I do something that is not normal will you leave me?" Akihiko asked loud

"What kind of question is that you idiot?" Hiroki was thinking from where did the question come up from

"Answer me" the silver haired was serious

"No, because you are far from normal and anything abnormal you do seems normal to me. So no I will never leave you. I may get angry and all but nope I am not leaving you" Hiroki was as clear as he could be

"Thank you" Akihiko's eyes grew large in happiness

Saying this Akihiko cheered up and Hiroki nodded and went to pointing out the things he was telling Akihiko about. Akihiko was seated in same position while Hiroki was now busy in rereading a text he had found could help Akihiko express well. It had become a routine now Hiroki who would read extra non-fiction and grammar to help Akihiko pen his expressions well. Hiroki's complain was Akihiko was all observation and less activity at times. So he had taken moral duty to introduce the taller to various styles and works he could. Akihiko had to admit Hiroki was sincere when it came to his work but the boy had a tendency to nod to things he pretended to hear. Akihiko was going use this to his advantage one day as he mischievously smirked. Hiroki was suddenly pulled by Akihiko and his lips were again pressed with the soft cold lips of Akihiko. The brunette was too pre-occupied in his thoughts to register the actions of the lavender eyes. After few seconds he realised his best friend was hovering over his lips. Hiroki on the spur of the moment banged his book on his best friend's head in anger and confusion.

"Ouch Hiroki that hurts" Akihiko whined

"Good then my aim was perfect you fool. Why on earth did you do that?" Hiroki now had rolled away from Akihiko to ten arms distance

"Because I felt like" Akihiko smiled

"You idiot, you can't do that to people just because you felt like. Why did you feel like doing that?" Hiroki was blushing and stammering

"Hiroki promise me you won't tell it to anybody" now Akihiko was serious

"Promise" Hiroki was more than serious

"I think I don't like girls in like way" Akihiko informed

"Okay and you like boys?" Hiroki asked with deeper blush

"Yes" Akihiko nodded

"The kiss had to do with that?" Hiroki frowned

"I wanted to confirm my thoughts" Akihiko nodded

"You can't just kiss people to confirm or find out you desires, you moron" Hiroki threw few more books which landed happily on Akihiko's head

"Sorry" Akihiko tried to save himself from the avalanche of books

"So you like me more than like-like?" Hiroki though ten was mature enough to be counsellor

"You are my best friend but no not more than like-like" Akihiko was clear

"Then don't go doing stupid stuff people might thing you are mad" Hiroki sighed

"Okay" Akihiko smiled that Hiroki was more worried about his image

"Idiot just don't do it again or I will seriously kill you" Hiroki grumbled and pulled the book to hide his blush

"But you will never break our friendship right?" Akihiko asked

"Never" Hiroki yelled

Next day Akihiko was at hospital with Hiroki's family to visit Hiroki's ailing grandmother. It was a huge hospital and both boys after being patted by the old woman were let off to their own devices. After rolling in the garden for half an hour Hiroki stood up and Akihiko looked up. Hiroki wanted to visit the washroom and he could not let Akihiko wander of alone in this huge hospital. So the brunette pulled him up and dragged him with him inside. Akihiko had been living with Hiroki for two days now. He had come to Hiroki's home on Friday evening and wanted to stay till Monday morning. Sakura Kamijou found it strange that Usami Akimi agreed without a word of question and Lady Kamijou did not press into the matter and let her only son bond with the first friend he made in years. Suddenly Hiroki stopped pulling Akihiko and turned around to face the lavender eyes.

"Look Bakahiko I know you are having trouble in your family. You don't have to tell me okay. But remember I am always with you" Hiroki spoke out of the blue which took Akihiko by surprise

"Thank you Hiroki" Akihiko smiled happily

"Okay now stay here in front of the infantry and do not move until I come back" Hiroki patted his shoulder and left for the loo and Akihiko stood to his place like asked

"Want to join me in?" a gentle voice of a woman asked Akihiko

"Sorry?" Akihiko turned around to find a middle aged red haired woman with blue eyes smiled. She was in doctor's apron

"I mean want to come in and look at the new born? They are adorable. I am Doctor Mashima" The doctor smiled and opened the door and Akihiko followed her

Akihiko entered the room find to various cradles and in them sleeping babies wrapped in pink and blue towels. His eyes grew large at the site of such calmness. He expected infants to be crying and full of tears but all these babies were sleeping. Three nurses were walking around and looking after them. The doctor went around and checked on the sleeping babies and looked at Akihiko with smile. She gestured him to come to her. The silver haired without a haste walked towards her and soon his arms were holding a tiny creature wrapped in pink towel. The infant was deep asleep and a peaceful smile rested on the small pouting lips. The doctor patted the sleeping head and grinned.

"Our youngest born, came to earth twelve hours before I was not present at the time of birth thought" the doctor ginned

"She is beautiful" Akihiko kissed the bald head

"Yeah, will charm hearts of many" the doctor moved to another child and Akihiko was cajoling the infant number thousand

"Look she opened her eyes" Akihiko was taken aback by the pure green and the blank look in the eyes. He again kissed the bald head and the infant started to giggle and move his legs in happiness

"Yeah she has beautiful eyes" the doctor rushed to another child who started his food cry

"What's her name ma'am?" Akihiko asked

"Well her mother is kind of in slumber and the father wants to discuss it, so right now she is nameless" the doctor informed

"I see, even if it's for a while I will call her Misaki" Akihiko smiled

"Nice name" the doctor laughed

"So Misaki are you going to grow tall and turn into beautiful girl?" Akihiko giggled

"Or are you going to be a great cook and write about your passion for cooking?" Misaki was giving him innocent look and toothless smile to Akihiko's question

Akihiko put the child in the cradle and was on his knees and playing with her hands and asking her weird questions. He was accepted by the infant happily as who was trying to hold his big hands. He couldn't stop but ruffle the bald head that few tiny brown hair. Finally Hiroki barged in panting as he thought he had lost him. Seeing Hiroki Akihiko stoop up and kissed the infant and waved by to the doctor and said goodbye to the child. Hiroki did not trouble him with question and let him be as Akihiko was sporting a peaceful smile.

After they left a nurse came running with a blue towel and a tag in her hand. The doctor looked up with surprise and gave an inquisitive look. The nurse was panting and giving an apologia in her look.

"Sorry doctor the infant number 315, you are holding in your arms is a boy" the nurse smiled

"Why is he in pink towel?" the doctor asked

"We were in hurry and the mother wanted a daughter so asked for everything in pink" the nurse was panting

"Okay change him to blue" the doctor laughed

"Oh yes we got his name" the nurse smiled

"What is it?" the doctor asked

"Misaki Takahasi" the nurse grinned

"Fate is at work for you little Misaki" the doctor laughed happily.

Later while leaving the hospital Akihiko met the doctor again and the lady informed him Misaki was indeed a boy. Akihiko became happier by ten folds but he believed that Misaki was the name he gave to the child and the doctor was not bothered to inform him that the boy was indeed named Misaki. A week later Hiroki was showered with not one but over fifty stories of happy tone. They were not written with force but had flowed into Akihiko naturally. Every story gave the sad life of the hero a happy reason to live. Three months before he had experienced the feeling of fulfilment, he had felt words rush to his minds. When he met infant Misaki ideas, words and voices rushed into his mind in more clear way. Akihiko Usami had found his muse years before he even realised it.

Twenty years later

Misaki and Akihiko were visiting countryside for a short trip. Though Misaki was informed, it was to have some lone time, but reality was Akihiko was running away from Aikawa. When the older author suddenly felt a slight fever the young lover left no stones unturned. After asking here and there and running around the country to find a doctor. It was a small town which generally left its medical needs to the nearby city. But Misaki's struggle was paid of the nice old man at the small cafe told about a doctor living at the edge of town. Misaki dragged his older boyfriend and Akihiko agreed just make Misaki happy. Akihiko was standing beside Misaki in front of a cute little cottage. When the cottage door opened an old lady with a beautiful smile stood there. The old lady had blue eyes and red hair.

"Hello lads! How may I help you?" the gentle voice asked

"Are you doctor Mashima?" Misaki smiled

"Yes dear" the lady nodded.

"My boyfriend here has caught a fever, please look into the matter" Misaki bowed with a blush

"Come in, Come in" the lady called them inside

"Thank you" Misaki pushed Akihiko inside

"Oh my are you the famous Akihiko Usami?" Mashima asked

"Yes he is" Misaki sat on the sofa

"You worked in Shin Sekai hospital years back right?" Akihiko spoke with a grin

"Yes how do you know it?" the old lady asked

"Well you had asked me to join in the infantry to look at newborn babies" Akihiko laughed

"Oh yes, yes, I did that a lot of time, I would pull young children with me. You were the silver haired boy who had given temporary name to the child with green eyes then?" The lady pulled out her doctor's kit and directed Akihiko to take a seat

"Yes, my lover was born in that hospital too on that day" Akihiko grinned while Mashima looked at Misaki and sighed

"You must be Misaki Takahashi right? You have your mother's eye" Mashima asked

"Yes do you know me?" Misaki was surprised

"Well there is a funny story do you want to hear?" Mashima laughed

"I am all yours lady" Akihiko smirked

Disclaimer- I dont own Junjou Romantica

We will see lot of Hiroki trust me! I love Hiroki too much.

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If you think this chapter was little weird lets make it clear:- Usami is gay we know he was kissed by boy next door in England from Junjou Minimum. He kissed Hiroki to stop him from crying same thing was done to Misaki too. Misaki had in the beginning predicted that Akihiko had disgust towards man-woman relation when he saw his mother's lover. So I used that thing to plant the first seed of gayness as for little Hiroki being blunt- he has a crush on Usami by now, he is shy but he will tag along and I think they both did not jump to sex in future suddenly there has to be a background. I rest my case.

This whole story will the connection of links that lead to Misaki, he starts writing when talks with unborn Misaki, he started become more happy when he held baby Misaki. I am trying to create a magical connection here, Misaki is his muse hence I will make him dream of a brown haired green eyed boy time and again the story.

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see you till next chapter

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