I'll Always Be by Your Side

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica!

Sorry about the last chapter, I was in a rush and was more concentrated on getting the story down then anything, and made the characters a little OCC (well in my opinion). But don't worry; that'll all be fixed in this chapter, I hope…

Anyways, since I didn't put it in the last chapter, this is set before Akihiko and Misaki ever meet, and Misaki is still in high school (and still a D-student with no tutoring whatsoever). Now that that has been said, let's get on with the story!

Chapter Two

Misaki stared down at the old photo in his hand and once again, felt the tears welling up in his eyes. Sobs racked his body and the photo was discarded onto the floor, forgotten. He couldn't believe it; his brother was gone and wasn't coming back. It all seemed like a horrible nightmare that he hoped to wake-up from. But, he knew it would never happen. Takahiro wasn't coming back and neither were his parents, he was all alone. This brought on another onslaught of tears. Misaki brought his knees up to his chest and let the pain and sadness wash over him.

CRASH

Misaki bolted up, startled at the noise. Hesitantly, he made his way to the door and slowly opened it.

"TAKAHIRO!"

Looking down, Misaki saw his new landlord leaning against the sofa, obviously drunk. On the wall opposite of Akihiko were the remnants of what Misaki guessed used to be a bottle of alcohol. Akihiko wiped his mouth with his sleeve as he swayed back and forth. Worried about the man, Misaki quickly went downstairs to help him.

"Usami-san?" Misaki asked nervously as he neared the author.

"WHY?! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME, TAKAHIRO?!" Akihiko yelled, staggering. Misaki grabbed for the man as Akihiko tripped over the sofa. Unfortunately, being the smaller of the two, he only managed to get pulled down with the older man. Groaning, Misaki opened his eyes to see Akihiko on top of him. "Why…?" Akihiko whispered brokenly the smell of alcohol strong on his breath.

Struggling, Misaki managed to push the man off of him. Misaki sighed as he looked down at the man who seemed to have fallen asleep. Deciding that he couldn't just leave Akihiko there, Misaki wrapped his arm around the man's shoulders and heaved him up, and then staggered their way up the staircase. With his foot, he kicked open the door to Akihiko's room. His jaw dropped as all the various toys in Akihiko's room came into view. There were toy trains on the floor, model airplanes hung from the ceiling, and teddy-bears were scattered everywhere, it was unbelievable. In the middle of all the chaos was a giant king-sized bed.

After getting over his momentary shock, he pulled Akihiko up once again and tried to drag the older man through the cluttered room. Figuring that it'd be impossible to lift the man up onto the bed, he decided to get onto the bed himself and try to pull Akihiko onto it. Finally, after various tries, he managed to get the older man onto the bed. Misaki sighed heavily as he was about to get up, but before he could do so, two arms wrapped around him and pulled him back.

"Ah!" Misaki yelped. "Let go!" He screeched as he tried to pry the man's arms off of him, only to have Akihiko tighten his grip. Turning around in the man's grip, Misaki attempted to push Akihiko away. "DAMMIT!" After having struggled for what seemed like hours, Misaki finally gave up. Realizing that the author wouldn't wake-up or let go anytime soon, he reluctantly let himself fall asleep.

…

Somewhere in the middle of the night, Akihiko realized that what he was holding was definitely not Suzuki-san, unless Suzuki-san somehow miraculously grew and became living, though Akihiko doubted that highly. Instead, what he was holding onto was a person. Why the person was in his bed, he had no clue, but it was better than holding a lifeless Suzuki-san.

Suddenly, the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table went off. Before it could ring a second time, Akihiko grabbed it and threw it against the wall causing it to break into a thousand pieces. 'Damn Aikawa.' The author thought warily. He could swear the woman was out to get him or something. Sighing he let go of the mysterious person and got out of the bed.

The person moaned a little before turning in the bed. "Nii-chan…"

Akihiko's eyes widened as yesterday's events came flooding back into his mind. Takahiro's funeral, offering to let Misaki stay with him, and trying to drink his sorrows away. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He couldn't believe it, Takahiro was gone. Akihiko felt as his heart beat painfully against his chest and tried to suppress the shudder that ran through his body.

He clenched his eyes shut as he tried to push away the memories of that fateful day. He couldn't protect him. For that one moment, he wasn't able to protect the one he loved.

"I'm sorry, we did everything that we could…"

The doctor's words rang in his ears, but still he didn't want to believe it. "Why him?" He asked out loud. As the tears started leaking past his eyelids.

…

After having been yelled at by Misaki for supposedly holding him captive all night, Akihiko stumbled downstairs and sat down at the dinning table. As Misaki started preparing breakfast for the two of them, Aikawa came over as per usual to retrieve Akihiko's manuscript.

"USAMI-SENSEI~~!!" Aikawa sang loudly as she entered the apartment. Akihiko just groaned and sipped his coffee. "Oh, don't be that way you good-for-nothing author. Now, fork over that manuscript." She ordered, placing her hands on her hips and tapping her foot impatiently.

"It's not ready." Akihiko stated.

"WHAT?!" Aikawa screeched as she grabbed the man's neck and choked him. "BUT THAT MANUSCRIPT WAS DUE LAST WEEK! WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU FINISHED?!" Aikawa understood that Akihiko had lost someone important to him and that it was hard for him to continue, but she could get in trouble if he didn't have that manuscript done.

"I can't finish it." Akihiko said simply.

"W-what? Why not?" She asked.

"I don't have anymore inspiration." Akihiko replied.

"Ehhh??? B-b-but you have to get that finished, you can't just quit." Aikawa said.

"I can and I will." Akihiko replied.

Aikawa slowly let go of the man and stepped back. What was she going to do? She needed someone to help Akihiko out of his writer's block, but whom?

Misaki walked out of the kitchen and placed a plate in front of Akihiko. "Oh, hello Aikawa-san, would you like me to get you something?" He asked her.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head. "Misaki-kun!" She exclaimed happily as she grabbed his face.

"W-what is it?" Misaki asked nervously, scared of the strange gleam in her eyes.

"We need your help!" She said.

"With what?" Misaki asked.

"See, Usami-sensei is having trouble writing his story and we need you to help him." Aikawa explained. "Please, Misaki-kun, you'd be a great help if you did." She said, giving him puppy-eyes.

"Ahh, what kind of book is he writing?" Misaki asked curiously.

"A BL." Aikawa and Akihiko stated in unison. All the color in Misaki's face drained and he backed away from Aikawa.

"H-hah?"

"Please, Misaki-kun, you're our last hope." Aikawa begged. "I'll do anything!"

Misaki gulped. 'Oh, boy.'

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Yep, yep, yep! That's it for now peoples! If you like it and would like more, please review! Ciao~!