So here you are. The last installment for today. I'm pretty sure that updates will be frequent due to Junjou Angels constant forceage ;) (love you really)

I wish wish wish that I owned Jonjou Romantica 'cause then I would have a Misaki and a Usagi all for my very own *squeee* ^.^ but I don't :(

This one is still for Junjou Angel and Sake Kun Xx

I hope you enjoy :D

Chapter 3

Misaki awoke suddenly and sat up. He was freezing cold and his thin jumper did little in the way of help.

His first thought was that Usagi would be worried. His second thought was that he was hungry and his third thought … well … he hadn't quite thought that much yet, but Usagi would be worried.

Running away had just caused him more trouble. Misaki groaned and brought his hands up to his face.

Maybe Usagi had pulled an all-nighter again and just sat up worrying.

Maybe he had searched but gone home angry and disappointed.

Or maybe … maybe Usagi wasn't worried. Maybe he didn't care at all that Misaki had run away and might not come back.

Maybe he was glad.

Too many maybes. Misaki lowered his hands and looked around. He knew where he was. But it would take him hours to get anywhere.

He was starting to shiver, which attracted weird looks from the early bird passer by.

He pulled out his cell phone and flipped it on. It was ten to 9. 36 missed calls. All of them from Usagi. He sighed, and allowed himself a small smile.

Maybe he did care.

'He WHAT?' Takahiro cried. Usagi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. They were in the kitchen; Usagi was sitting at the table, slender fingers interlinked.

'He ran away' Usagi repeated.

'Did you call him?' Takahiro was full of concern as he strode to the phone on the wall. Usagi glared

'Of course I did' he snapped. The man was an airhead 'Why do you think I'm here? He didn't answer so this is where I thought he would be!' He frowned as Takahiro dialled. He might be an airhead, he thought fondly, watching him, but he really did love his brother. Not many siblings would be willing to take in a young boy right after their wedding. His certainly wouldn't have.

'He'll answer to me.' He said; speaking with the authority of a guardian for ten years. He tapped the speakerphone button and the whole kitchen resonated with the hollow ringing.

'Niichan?' Usagi's head lifted sharply at the sound of Misaki's voice. It was thick and careful; like he had been crying and was trying to hide it. Usagi's heart swelled with guilt and remorse. He had really hurt Misaki.

'Brother' sighed Takahiro, clearly relieved 'where are you?'

'I'm … at Usagi-san's' The voice trembled. Misaki hated lying.

Takahiro didn't notice.

'Thank God' he breathed 'Usagi said you'd run away'

'He called?' squeaked Misaki, voice an octave higher than usual. Usagi sighed. He must really hate me, he thought.

'No' his brother answered 'he's here. He was really worr-' Misaki hung up. Usagi dropped his head, hands linking under his pointed chin. Takahiro sat down heavily on the chair opposite.

'So what is this all about?' he asked 'Why did you argue? Why did he run away? Usually he just gives up and gets on with it.' Concerned and confused; Takahiro cocked his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

Usagi gave him the edited version, cleverly avoiding the questions whilst telling him enough to keep him satisfied. Of course it was all lies, but he was so accomplished that Takahiro was none the wiser.

Well … He would have done. Had he not panicked and shrugged instead.

'At least he's back safe' Takahiro said, oblivious to Usagi's inner turmoil, as he got up, he reached over and patted his shoulder. But his touch did nothing for Usagi now. It wasn't Takahiro that he wanted anymore.

'I think you have to sort this out by yourselves. Excuse me Usagi. I have to get to work.' He bowed politely and Usagi left.

Yes. He thought. The man was a total airhead.

But still … it wouldn't hurt to check his condo … just in case.

Misaki snapped the phone shut and wiped away a stray tear. He couldn't go there now. Not if the mere mention of his name was enough to pull at Misaki's heartstrings and make him want to run into the arms of his landlord.

He needed Usagi; his guidance, his patience, his love.

He didn't know if he could survive without them.

He didn't know if he wanted to.

Maybe if he worked hard, and stayed out of his way and paid for all his own food plus rent; then maybe Usagi would let him stay?

It was worth a try. Besides, it would take him 3 hours to walk back to Usagi's condo. He had plenty of time to back out.

Usagi drove. Just drove. Searching for any sign of Misaki. The condo was of course empty. Of life that is. It was full of the usual material things but he just couldn't take pleasure in them without Misaki getting annoyed at him for his frivolity with money and bears.

He had gone straight back to his car. The condo was too lonely now.

He needed Misaki; his warmth, his humour, his love.

He couldn't live without that anymore.

He stopped every half hour to send a text

'Where are you?'

'I'm sorry'

'Please come home'

'I'm worried'

'I love you'

He received no reply.

Oooooooooooh so there you go. Do you like it?

I'm not sure if I captured the charactes properly :/ any constructive critisism and tips to improve are welcome.

I'm also not sure about the amount of time that passes. :/ It's meant to be quite a bit so that Usagi gets more worried and Misaki gets colder and more miserable and that kinda thing.

So please please please let me know.

I love you all

Love Tibbins xx