Heres the second chapter :D I obviously haven't received any reviews yet seeing as I only just uploaded the story. Chapter 3 will be straight after this one too so my disclaimer still stands and my chapters are still for Junjou Angel and Sake Kun Xx

I hope you liked chapter one and will forgive my sudden attack of plot Usagis'

Enjoy ^.^

Chapter 2

Misaki wandered the emptying streets until well past midnight; half hoping, half dreading for the next call that he would ignore and leave to go to voicemail, half waiting for that shiny red sports car to screech around the corner and jolt to a stop next to him.

Although he knew that the latter would not happen.

Not if Usagi had meant what he had said.

And he had.

Misaki could see it now. It hadn't been that Usagi kept having weird moods. It was merely that he kept running out of his seemingly endless patience with him before regaining control.

Am I just a novelty? He asked himself. Just a toy to be given away like the bear with three salmons?

As he made his way around cafes and hotels, he was bombarded by memories of Usagi.

Here was where they had first held hands in public close to home, there, where they had made love in a telephone booth; both, much to Misaki's embarrassment and protests … at the time.

Now he regretted that maybe, finally, Usagi had listened to them and it would never happen again.

Now it was 2 o' clock and his cell was ringing every minute, so he turned it off. He couldn't beat the thought of picking up, only to hear Usagi's low voice

'It's over.'

Misaki raked his hands through his hair, fisting his brown locks, and collapsed to his knees. He didn't know where to go. He couldn't go back home … no … not home … not his home … Usagi's home … he couldn't go there. It would cause him trouble again, and Misaki couldn't do that.

He couldn't turn up at his brother's house either at two in the morning without rousing him and his new wife. And if they weren't sleeping … Misaki turned cherry red and averted his thoughts … well then he certainly didn't want to bother them.

He didn't have anywhere else to go. So he thought of Usagi to keep himself warm and curled up on the hard pavement. Salty tears dripping into his hair.

Usagi paced the condo, phone in hand. Hitting the redial button every time it went to voicemail until it became obvious that Misaki was either asleep or had turned his cell off. He threw the damned thing across the room, making it skid on the smooth wood and knock against the door.

Usagi's head shot up, hopeful, before spotting the offending cell; only to turn away and stare out the full length window, one large hand resting on the cool glass, head down.

He closed his indigo eyes and wished.

He wished that Misaki would come home.

Wished that he could be forgiven for those horrible, angry words he had untruthfully said.

Wished for Misaki to be safe in his arms again. Where he belonged.

Usagi detested himself for what he had done to Misaki. He knew what the word 'trouble' meant to him. It meant death, betrayal, loss, hurt and loneliness, all rolled up into one guilty bundle of pain.

He couldn't believe that he had said that to his young, troubled lover. Couldn't believe that he had burdened him with that self loathing and blame that he irrationally felt. But he did feel it. Strongly. This is why Usagi had had no right at all to remind him of it.

It was no use. Staring at the window wouldn't bring Misaki home.

At half past six in the morning. Usagi grabbed his coat.

As Usagi drove, all he could think about was Misaki. The look on his face before he left.

The worst thing was that Usagi could have stopped him; could have followed him out the door. He knew that Misaki was crying because of him and he hesitated too long to do anything about it.

Usagi supposed that Misaki ~ if he had any sense at all ~ would have gone to Takahiro's; which immediately made him think that there would be no point in calling. Besides, it's not like he could explain what had happened or why. Takahiro would never forgive him, and for that, he could never forgive himself.

But for Misaki. He would do it.

He glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was now about 7. Misaki had left at around 9 so he should be awake by now. So, with a destination in mind, he just tried not to think about what awaited him at his former loves house.

So what do you think? Do you like it so far? And I did say 'former loves' and not 'former lovers' because Usagi and Takahiro were never lovers and all that jazz lol. Just in case you thought I spelt it wrong ir thought it looked wierd or whatever :)

Anyway Please review! I really wanna know what you guys think and whether or not I am worthy to write Junjou Romantica fanfiction. Please tell me ^.^

Love you all

Love Tibbins xx