I'll Always Be by Your Side

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica in any way, shape, or form. I am just a fan.

I'm sorry for the late update, but I have a reason! Everything on my computer was wiped off and the chapter I had written up was gone, so yea… Then again, that was about a month ago… Okay so I'm lazy, so sue me, but my computer really did lose everything and it's been a pain in the ass trying to get it all back. Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter Three

Misaki looked around the nearly empty apartment with watery eyes. His heart clenched painfully as the memories of him and his brother flashed through his head. Now there were only a few things left in the apartment, most of the stuff had gone into storage, while some of it went to Akihiko's apartment. Misaki sighed as he thought of his new landlord. Over the past two weeks he had been living with the man, he found that the author was positively crazy and not to mention a complete pervert. And not only that, but the man also wrote BL novels in which Misaki had had the displeasure of accidentally stumbling across one. He definitely did not want to do that again.

The day he had stumbled upon it was when Aikawa had asked him to be Akihiko's inspiration. He had made up the weak excuse that he had to get ready for the funeral (AN) despite the fact they still had three more hours before they had to go and quickly, he had rushed up the stairs, but unfortunately Aikawa wasn't one to give up so easily. She had chased after him, yelling profanities. Scared for his life, he ran into the nearest room which happened to be Akihiko's office and then slammed the door in her face.

After having locked the door, he turned around and stepped further into the office. But as soon as he did, he stepped on something. Picking it up, he saw that it was a book. Curious he turned to a random page and started reading. His face flamed up as he read the passage. Although, he knew it was wrong, he couldn't stop reading. Finally, he snapped by throwing the book at the wall and then started yelling curses, and damning the author.

How Takahiro had been able to stand Akihiko for that long was beyond Misaki. He himself was having trouble being around the man and it'd only been two weeks, but his brother had been friends with the author for ten years! Ten long years they had been the best of friends, yet his good-natured, naïve brother never seemed to take notice of Akihiko's strange, perverted behavior within that time span. Nope, the way his brother had talked about the Akihiko before was completely different from what he saw in the author. His brother had even created a cute nickname for the man; 'Usagi-san'. Misaki's nose scrunched up at the thought. Akihiko was nothinglike a rabbit and definitely did notfit the cutesy nickname.

'Nii-chan… how did I end up in this mess?' Misaki thought wearily, looking up at the ceiling. With one last look around, Misaki heaved the box he had packed and started for the door. Upon hearing something break underneath his foot, he stopped. Placing the box down beside him, he leaned down and grabbed what he had stepped on. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the now-broken picture frame that held a photo of him and his brother.

"Misaki, are you done yet?" Akihiko asked as he walked into the apartment, annoyed that he had to stay here longer than was necessary. It was too hard to bear to be in Takahiro's apartment, it brought on emotions that confused him that he'd rather have stomped down and forgotten. "Misaki?" He called out, after not hearing a reply.

Walking into the living room, he found Misaki sitting on his knees with tears streaming down his face. The sight just about broke Akihiko's heart. Without thinking, Akihiko walked over to the teen and pulled Misaki into his arms. At feeling someone's arms around him, he tensed and tried to push Akihiko away with tears still coming down his face, but Akihiko only tightened his grip. "Let go! Let go!" Misaki cried as he beat his fists against Akihiko's chest, trying to get him to let go, but to no avail. "Baka Usagi-san!" He sobbed, slurring the words.

Soon Misaki gave up and allowed Akihiko to continue embracing him as he sobbed. Misaki buried his face into Akihiko's chest as the sobs racked his body. "Shhh… it'll be okay." Akihiko whispered soothingly, allowing the boy to cry. A while later, the crying had subsided and Misaki's body had gone limp in Akihiko's arms. Akihiko smiled a little, watching as Misaki slept.

Akihiko slipped his hand under Misaki's legs and picked the teen up, and then proceeded to carry him out of the apartment. After getting downstairs and to his car, Akihiko placed Misaki in the passenger seat, buckling him in and then closing the door before walking over to his own side of the car.

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Misaki yawned, stretching his arms over his head. 'What happened?' He thought drowsily, as he glanced over to the clock on the bedside table, only to see that it wasn't there. Misaki blinked, where was his alarm clock? Looking around he realized he wasn't in his room; instead he was in Akihiko's. 'That would explain why there's no alarm clock.' He thought wearily, shaking his head. 'But wait… if I'm here, where's Usami-san?'

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he got up and walked towards the door, nearly tripping over the toy train which was currently making its route around the room. Glaring at the offending toy, Misaki stomped over to the door and opened it. Looking down, he saw that Akihiko was sleeping soundly on one of the couches in the living room. Frowning, Misaki went downstairs and tried shaking the author awake.

Akihiko groaned, trying to slap away Misaki's hand. "Usami-san, get up, you'll catch a cold." Misaki chided, continuing to shake Akihiko.

One violet eye popped open, giving the teen a death glare. Grouchily, Akihiko sat up emanating an aura of death as he glared at Misaki. "What?" He growled out.

Misaki shuddered at the sound of Akihiko's hoarse voice, but he was determined to stand his ground. "Usami-san, get up. You'll get sick if you sleep on the couch." Misaki chastised.

Misaki watched as Akihiko suddenly pouted. "Aw, you're not going to call me 'Usagi-san' anymore?"

"WHA-! T-THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Misaki yelled embarrassedly, as a blush rose to his cheeks.

"Call me it."

"C-call you what?" Misaki asked, averting his eyes from the author's.

"'Usagi-san'," Akihiko said, pulling the boy into his lap.

"GAH! LET GO OF ME!" Misaki screeched.

"Call me it then." Akihiko ordered. "And I might just let you go."

Misaki turned an even deeper shade of red and glared at the ground. "U-Usa…gi-san." He ground out.

"That's a good boy." Akihiko said, as he climbed over the teen's body and began straddling him.

"H-HEY! YOU SAID YOU'D LET ME GO!" Misaki yelled, trying to push the man away.

"No, no, no, I said I might just let you go." Akihiko corrected.

"STOP IT! USAGI-SAN!!"

That morning Takahashi Misaki learned two things. One: never wake Akihiko lest he wanted to face the consequences. And two: crazy fangirls such as Aikawa who accidentally stumbled in on them would be absolutely no help whatsoever if he was being molested by the great Lord Usami Akihiko; in fact they were the complete opposite of help, they were usually the kind of people who offered to take pictures of it and then keep one as a keepsake so they could 'Kyaa!' over it later.

'Nii-chan, please help me.'

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AN: Funerals in Japan usually last for two days. The first day you perform the wake, pray, and offer incense to the dead, and if they want family members can stay over night with their dead relative. And the next day they cremate the body. Hm, I'm thinking I should've had Misaki stay the night with Takahiro, but at the time I wasn't really thinking of it…

Aw man, I got a little teary eyed writing the first part TT-TT poor Misaki. Anyway, if you enjoyed this chapter please review!