HIII! Long time no speaky hey?

well yea sorry for no updates but i was on holiday for teh last two weeks and i has been beuy, but i should get all my updating done soon :D but anywhy i hope you like this chapter. though i warn you, its a tad violent... you have been warned

Usagi : SAY THE DISCLAIMER SO I CAN FIND HIM YOU...

Sha-chan: okay okay calm it down, i dont own junjou romantica... if i did i would make a 3rd series... hint hint...

Misaki Pov

The darkness had once again consumed Misaki as he sat curled up in the same spot, he resided in those many hours ago. His heart churned with pain, yet the teens eyes were unable to spill any more tears, although he could still feel them run down his cheek.

Misaki had no way of knowing how long it had been since the last time the man had turned the light on but he knew it was long enough for the sobs and cries of the other teen to stop dead. The poor teen felt he needed to call out to make sure he was still alive, but not even a whisper could escape his frozen lips. Even his best attempt to move failed him, for the only movement he could make was to let his whole body shake in fear.

Except his head, which apart from the hammer like pounding he felt was numb and his thoughts began to cease. The teen couldn't even hide in the fact that this was all a dream since, if a pinch could wake you from your slumber, surly the pain he felt emanating from his skull should have done it too.

Click

The light switch was flicked and the room illuminated, but it wasn't until then Misaki realised he hadn't even the strength to open his eyes, only shake. The next thing that struck him was the clunk of footsteps as the bee line in his direction, growing ever louder with every step. Though even worse was the sound when he stopped. The silence.

He felt the man bend down and move closer towards his face, staring at it. As he did he felt the paw of a lion caress his cheek and slowly move over to his lip and soft deceitful voice rang in the teens ears.

"Wake up my beloved, I made you breakfast."

Fearing what would happen to him if he dared not to open his eyes, Misaki reluctantly peeled open, making a desperate attempt not to see the room around him. He watched as the wolf in the sheeps skin, placed his "breakfast " before him.

Staring back up at the teen was a fish head complete with eyes, that seemed to scream into his very soul as he looked at it. A strange white liquid was also smeared on the plate along with what looked like a piece of wall plaster.

Probably the only person on earth that cooks worse that Usagi-san

Misaki felt sick the moment his mind had made that connection, though it was something he needed. A joke, to make things less real. Anything that would keep him from going insane him self.

Looking back up the teen saw one of the coldest smiles he had ever seen, spread across his face, before he got up and began to walk in the direction the teen lay the last time Misaki had seen him. He wanted to let his eyes follow him because he needed to know that boy was still alive.

A sudden kick to the boys stomach turned his body over so Misaki found him self looking in to the boys blue eyes. The boys lifeless blue eyes.

Another wave of nausea washed over the teen as he watched the man smile as he bent down place two finger gently on his neck. That smile broadened as his removed his two fingers from the dead teens neck and a whisper leaked out of the mans mouth.

"Took him long enough."

And like a he'd done this a thousand time a smooth motion followed these words as he dove his hand into his trouser pocket, pulling out a long thin pen knife.

No.

The man had already murdered this teen yet it seemed he was planning to cut him up too? Was he a canible? Is that why he was taken, to be eaten? These thoughts washed over the teen like river over a pebble, as the fear from before returned, but this time it refused to let him close his eyes and ignore what was about to happen.

The sliver knife glistened with red as he pushed it into the skin around the deceased teens jaw, and in a sawing motion he slowly began pulling the dead teens skin from his face. The ruby blood flowed over the slick sliver knife and began to drip into the dried puddle on the floor.

As he got near the forehead he slid his knife shut returning it to his pocket and with on sharp tug he pulled the teens face clear from his cold skull.

Misaki just sat unable to breath as he watched this whole scene unravel in front of his eyes, his body couldn't even shake in fear. The man in front of his was smiling happily at the "new" face he had just acquired for his collection and holding it in his right hand he turned his attention back to Misaki who was frozen in shock on the floor.

He walked over, leaning down so he towered above where Misaki had been sitting.

"My love, don't look so scared, he wouldn't love me, so he dissevered it. BUT yooooou love me. don't you. So every thing will be fine okay?

The traumatised boy just stared and the man unable to move or say a word, barley being able to digest what he had just said. Though before he could he felt the man cold lips press against his own and a pain spread through them as the blonde meglimaniac bit down on them, enough to draw blood, licking them as he pulled away .

As he did he began to walk back to the door, Misaki could just see the man raise the dead teens face to his own, through his watering eyes and hear the words that slithered of his tongue.

"and… why waste a pretty face."

Click

Was that creepy enough for you guys? someone told me to make it creepyer, so is that better? tell me in a review :D