Slytherin – Fanatic 911: Howdy Y'all! How's it going for everyone? Did you all enjoy the pilot chapter for Junai Angels? Do you all love the title that I came up with? I came up with it while I was brushing my teeth because I was thinking, 'If Usagi-san was writing it, what would he call it?' and then BAM! Instant title :D
Frizzle: Yes indeedy! I'm so proud of you :3 Now, let's get onto the story! Disclaimer: Slytherin – Fanatic 911 does not own D N Angel or JunJou Romantica but she does own her own character, Sayuri (Satoshi-kun's twin sister). Now… ON WITH THE STORY!
…In Azumano…
Kei Hiwatari sat down at a chair that was around an oval shaped table. He glanced around the table and examined the rest of the people that were seated. They were all important and influential people in Azumano and they were there for one purpose.
"Is everyone here?" asked the Mayor of Azumano. There was a murmur of 'yes' and the Mayor continued. "Good, we can start. Welcome everyone to the third meeting of the Historical Ball committee. As we know this ball is being held to celebrate the History of this fantastic town. We've already decided on the date and the location, but we need to know if the original families will be coming."
A man near the end of the table looked up at the Mayor and said, "I spoke to Niwa Emiko this week and she said that her family would be delighted to come. We still haven't been able to locate anyone from the other original family though."
"What is the other original family?" Kei asked, curiously.
The man leafed through the paper that was in front of him until he came to what seemed like the right sheet. He pulled it out and slid it over to Kei. "Besides the Niwas', there have only been a few families in this town that have been around since when this town was first founded. All of them except one have said that they would love to come. This one family apparently has no surviving descendants left."
Kei examined the sheet of paper and smirked when he saw the name that was printed on it. He passed the paper back to the man and said in a soft voice, "I have not told my son or daughter about this up coming Historical Ball."
"Yes, I think you mentioned that earlier. You said that they most likely wouldn't be able to come," the Mayor replied. "I don't see how that's relevant though."
Kei pushed up his glasses and when he next spoke it was in a whisper. "I didn't say that they would not be able to come. I said that they would not want to come. I'm sure you all know though that Satoshi and Sayuri are not my actual children though. I adopted them."
The Mayor sighed. He still did not see how this was relevant to what they were talking about or where Kei was going. "Just get to the point, Hiwatari-san."
Kei chuckled and said in a confident voice, "Satoshi and Sayuri are the last remaining members of the Hikari family. They changed their last name when I adopted them and I'm sure I'll be able to convince them to come back to Azumano for the ball, if you want me to."
Everyone around the room looked shocked, especially the Mayor. He looked at Kei and said in a surprised tone, "But there was no record of Hikari Rio ever having any children, let alone twins."
"Satoshi and Sayuri weren't born in Azumano; they were born in Tokyo, now, do you want them to come to this ball or not?"
The Mayor snapped out of his shock and nodded enthusiastically. "I would give anything for them to come!"
Kei grinned, an evil glint in his eye and murmured, "How much, exactly, would you give?"
-D N Angel-
…In Tokyo…
Sayuri relaxed against the glass counter of the small art shop that she worked in and gazed around at the paintings that were on the walls. It was about one o'clock and almost time for her to take her lunch break. She was just waiting until the owner got back from her lunch break. The only sounds that could be heard were the street outside and the soft music that was playing inside.
The door tinkled as it was opened and a brunette teenager that looked about the same age as Sayuri stepped inside. He looked at Sayuri when she said, "Irashaimase!" but then ignored her in favour of examining the paintings on the walls. He walked once around the room and then strode over to the counter and asked Sayuri, "Do you know the painting called the Angel's Despair?"
Sayuri examined the teenager, thinking that she might've seen him before and said, "Yes we used to have it here before we sold it to the National Art Gallery. Why do you ask?"
The brunette stroked his chin thoughtfully before saying, "Who painted it?"
Sayuri flushed pink and answered, "The initials on the painting say, 'KH'. So the artist is someone who has the initials of 'KH'."
"But do you know the artists' name?"
Sayuri straightened up and said, "Obviously not."
The brunette raised an eyebrow and asked in a suspicious voice. "Do I know you?"
"Are you going to buy anything?"
The brunette blinked slightly affronted at Sayuri sudden coldness and answered with a small, "No."
Sayuri narrowed her eyes and replied with, "Well, if you're not going to buy anything the please leave."
The brunette, who looked affronted that Sayuri was telling him to leave, turned, and after another glance around the room, opened the door and left.
Sayuri glared after the brunette. She knew why he wanted to know about the Angel's Despair and if truth be told, she didn't care. But lately he wasn't the only one to come in and inquire about it. Over the past week, several reporters and police officers had come in and asked the exact same questions. She would say the same answer each time and each time she would lie. She knew who painted the Angel's Despair and she promised to protect them. Krad had painted the Angel's Despair just after they had moved to Tokyo and it reflected his feelings perfectly but he didn't want anyone to know that he painted it.
The door tinkled open and Sayuri looked up in time to see an elderly woman walking in. The woman greeted Sayuri and she returned the favour. "Good afternoon Haruka-san. How was your lunch break?"
Haruka walked into the backroom and replied to Sayuri, "It was nice. It's very beautiful outside. Did we get any customers while I was out?"
Sayuri gazed down at the counter for a moment, considering what to say before she said in an uncertain voice, "A couple came in and looked around but didn't buy anything and…" Sayuri hesitated before going on, "someone else came in and asked about the Angel's Despair again."
Haruka came out from the backroom, putting an apron on and said in an angry voice, "That's the fifth one this week and it's not even Wednesday! If they want to know so much about the painting then why can't they just go to the Art Gallery and see it there!"
"The police have banned anyone from seeing the painting," Sayuri automatically replied. "They haven't given a reason though."
"Well, I think it's stupid. They're creating a lot of attention by doing that and it's not doing much for our little art shop."
Sayuri sighed, untied her apron and slipped it on a hook that was just inside the door of the backroom. She grabbed her bag and said, "Well, hopefully all this attention will die down soon. I don't think the artist of that painting would want all this attention."
"I should think not," Haruka said, her voice firm.
Sayuri nodded and said as she was walking out the door, "I'm going on my lunch break; I'll be back in an hour."
Haruka nodded as the door tinkled open and close and she watched as Sayuri walked away.
-JunJou Romantica-
…With Krad…
Loud music pounded all around him, erasing all of his thoughts and just leaving him with raw emotion. He looked at the blank canvas in front of him and felt inspiration spark his brain. He picked up a paint brush, dipped it in the light blue paint and painted a streak across its plain surface. He continued this for another five minutes until the whole surface of the canvas was covered. He then dipped the paint brush in a silver colour and proceeded to do the same thing again. He did this again, mixing the light blue, silver, purple and white until he was satisfied. He washed his paint brush, picked up a fine brush and was just about to dip it into another colour when he felt a hand lay itself on his shoulder.
He turned around, armed with the paint brush but sighed in relief once he saw it was Hiroki Kamijou. Krad examined the teacher for a moment before he walked over to his stereo, pressed pause and asked, "What do you want, Hiroki-san?"
Hiroki crossed his arms, a frown on his face. "I've been knocking on your door for the past ten minutes yet you obviously couldn't hear it over your loud music!"
Krad closed his eyes, feeling his inspiration slipping slowly away. When he opened his eyes, Krad said to Hiroki, "Nobody answered the door so you let your self in?"
Another glare came from Hiroki as he looked at what the golden haired man was wearing. His eyebrow twitched at the pale, paint flecked his chest and the paint stained sweat pants but didn't say anything. He just glanced to the canvas that was behind Krad and said, "I came over so I could ask you to turn your music down. I can hear it from my apartment and it's distracting me from my marking."
Krad raised an eyebrow and replied, "I can have my music up as loud as I want. It helps me 'get in the zone'."
"I'm sure you can 'get in the zone' without having to have your music up so loud that it makes everyone around you having impaired," Hiroki said, his voice cold. He hated this. He hated having these people for neighbours. It seemed like a good thing that Nowaki and he had such a good relationship with his neighbours, but it wasn't. These 'Hiwataris'' were actually the worst people to be neighbours with. Krad, nearly everyday, played his music and shut himself in his cramped room. He also walked around half-naked all the time and seemed to find it acceptable to swear at the top of his lungs. Sayuri, despite being the smartest person in his class, was annoying and clingy. She was constantly attached to either that Takahashi brat, her brother or Krad. Satoshi, on the other hand, was too reserved. He never seemed to show any emotion and never seemed to be home either. Granted, his job at the police station seemed very demanding, but that was still no excuse.
Krad walked past Hiroki, down the hall and into the main living room/kitchen. He heard Hiroki's footsteps following him but ignored him in favour of washing his hands at the sink and flicking the kettle on. He grabbed out a mug, a tea bag and then turned around to face the angry brunette.
"I don't see how my music is disturbing your marking," Krad said, his golden eyes roaming over Hiroki. "I'm sure you can focus while I am doing my painting. You must have that talent seeing as you're a University professor."
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you but if anything; your music is making my job harder to do," Hiroki's voice was low and angry.
Krad narrowed his eyes. Hiroki just didn't understand. Krad needed his music to focus, to clear his mind. It made it easier for inspiration to come to him, so he could paint. One of the qualities that people loved best about his paintings was that they could feel the raw emotion coming from it. Without his music, his paintings would just be mediocre. Krad leaned in close and said in a quiet whisper, "I am not going to do anything to my music. In fact, I think I might turn it up, just so I can annoy you."
"You will do no such thing," Hiroki replied.
"I will do as I like, this is my apartment and no one's going to tell me what to do," Krad said in an irate voice.
Hiroki backed away from Krad and yelled, "Like fuck you will! I don't care if you can't fucking paint without music, I need to get this marking done and you will not stop me!"
"Then why don't you do that then? I'm not trying to stop you, so go ahead and mark your stupid papers."
Hiroki sighed angrily and said in a forced calm voice, "But the whole point is that I can't mark the papers because your stupid music is too fucking loud."
Krad scoffed. He heard the kettle click behind him, signifying that the water had boiled so he turned around, put the tea bag in the mug and poured in the hot water. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. This happened often. He and Hiroki would disagree on something and it would turn into a full blown argument. Lately he had been trying to contain his anger, but Hiroki just stirred him up and made him so angry. Krad turned to face Hiroki again and said in what seemed like a calm voice, "I am an artist. Painting is my career and I can't move forward in my career if I can't paint anything. Music helps me focus my emotions and thoughts and allows me to expel them onto the canvas, in the form of a painting. If I do not have music, then I cannot paint."
"Well, I'm sorry if I'm stopping your progress in your 'career' but these papers that I need to mark aren't going to help my career, they are going to help my students improve their thinking so that they can forward their career," Hiroki said. He just couldn't understand why Krad couldn't just turn off his music. How did it help him 'focus his emotions and thoughts' anyway? It seemed stupid. He could focus without music, in fact he focussed better without music, so why couldn't Krad? Being an artist wasn't even a proper career. It wasn't reliable and nine times out of ten, artists weren't even successful. Krad didn't seem to be too successful either.
"Half of those fucking kids are going to end up working in a fast food restaurant anyway," Krad hissed.
Hiroki seemed affronted by this so he spat back, "I hardly think that being an artist is any better. At least if they work in a fast food restaurant they'll get a steady pay, instead of being broke half the time and hoping that people will actually buy the crap that you produce."
Krad snapped, raised his hand and slapped Hiroki. "You dare insult my ability as an artist... Fuck you. If you ever… ever say anything bad about my abilities again, then not even Satoshi-sama will be able to help you. Now get out of my fucking apartment now."
Hiroki held the cheek where Krad slapped him, slightly fearing the fuming man in front of him. He turned around, and walked towards the front door. Krad heard the slamming of the door but ignored it, turned around and tried to calm down. When that failed however, he picked up a glass that was lying on the bench and chucked it across the room. He then slid down to the floor, brought his knees up to his chest and put his head in his hands.
-JunJou Romantica-
…With Misaki…
Misaki stretched as he finished washing up from lunch. He started to put the dishes away in their correct places while humming to himself. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and wondered if Usagi had finished his work yet. Misaki was about to pick up a glass mug and put it away when two arms wrapped themselves around his waist. He yelped, turned around and said to Usagi, "Get off Usagi-san; I'm putting the dishes away!"
Usagi tightened his grip and said, "No I've run out of Misaki. I need a refill."
Misaki hit Usagi repeatedly, trying to get him off of him and exclaimed, "I don't have time to play with you Usagi-san! I'm going round to Satoshi's apartment soon!"
As soon as the words left Misaki's mouth, he knew that it was the wrong thing to say. Usagi had become cold and the brunette could feel his slight anger. He didn't know why, but he felt guilty. He felt as if he should feel sorry for mentioning his best friend. He knew he shouldn't feel guilty though, Satoshi was his best friend. It was only natural to visit your best friend on the weekend. But the way Usagi was reacting to that little bit of information… It made it seem like he was doing something wrong by visiting him, like he should be ashamed.
"Why are going over to his place?" Usagi asked. He let of Misaki and stepped away from him. He looked sternly down at his Uke, trying to understand what he was thinking.
Misaki looked at his feet and answered with, "I was going to go over because I need help on my essay for Kamijou-sensei's class."
Usagi frowned and said, "I can help you with your essay, so you don't need to go over that place."
Misaki walked over to the sink, grabbed a few plates and walked over to the cupboard, intending to put them away. "Every time you try to help me with my assignments for University, we always end up doing that."
"That's because your-"
"No! Stop! I don't want to hear it," Misaki said, placing the plates in the cupboard. "The point is you never actually help me with what I'm supposed to do."
"If you would stop acting so tempting all the time then I maybe I could-"
"No, Usagi-san! I don't want any of your excuses," exclaimed Misaki. "You never help me, so I go to someone who I know will actually help me and not just molest me!"
Usagi's eyes narrowed and he said in a low voice, "And what makes you think that those people won't hurt you?"
"I know that they won't hurt me because I've known them for four years now and they aren't those types of people! Satoshi, Sayuri and Krad are all nice people whom I trust. I can tell them anything." Once Misaki had finished, silence ensured. All that could be heard was his heavy breathing. He looked up into Usagi's eyes and immediately felt guilty. The tears that swam in the violet eyes threatened to spill over and when Misaki reached out to apologize, Usagi turned away.
"Fine," he said quietly, "You can go see your 'friends'. I won't bother waiting up for you."
Misaki watched Usagi as he walked back up the stairs and slammed the door to his room. The brunette felt extremely guilty and wanted to go apologize to the older man, but something stopped him and told him it was best to leave Usagi for a while to let himself calm. So Misaki gave one last look at Usagi's room and finished putting the dishes away.
After he had finished with the dishes, Misaki went to his room, grabbed his books, shoved them into a bag and threw the bag over his shoulder. He walked back down to the kitchen, scribbled a note to Usagi then left the apartment, locking the door behind him.
Slytherin – Fanatic 911: How absolutely joyful! I have finished chapter 2 of Junai Angels! I hope you all enjoyed it and look forward to the next chapter!
Frizzle: Yes! Now please don't forget to review to leave your thoughts about the chapter or to leave some suggestions on what you want to see/to happen in the fantabulous fan fiction!
Slytherin – Fanatic 911: Yes, but for now I shall say good night and farewell!
Ja Bye Bye Ne
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