Disclaimer: *sigh* I do not own Junjou Romantica

Hey guys, sorry it's taken so long to update, I haven't been very inspired lately. With finals coming up in two weeks and a whole mess of papers due and the holidays, updates are gonna be slooooo---ooow

But I'm trying my hardest to write now so I hope you like it. For the record, I wrote the end against what people I asked said, but I just couldn't make it the other way around. I apologize in advance for anyone who has a problem with it.

Oh, also, for Romantica, I am going to sort of mix Misaki's and Akihiko's personalities. For egoist, their characters will remain completely the same, only the situations will be different. Fortunately, it will be such a long time before I do Terrorist that I don't have to figure out how I'm going to make their characteristics. Anyway, let's get on with the story.

Chapter 2

"So what school do you want to go to?" Misaki had finally come downstairs and had sat down on the couch. He watched the younger man carefully as the boy muttered something unintelligible. "Sorry?"

"M University."

"Humph."

"Don't say that, I'm smart."

"I've seen your grades."

"So? I could get good grades if I try!"

"Which is why you're here. I get to make you study. Why do you want to go there anyway?"

"Cuz that's where Nii-san wanted to go."

"Do you do everything for your brother? You got a complex?" As if his brother didn't have the same issue.

"Shut up!" he snapped, fighting a slight temper. "He couldn't go there cuz of me."

Misaki twitched. So it was his fault Haruhiko hadn't been able to go to school with him. He considered teaching the kid badly, and getting to tell Haruhiko how useless his brother was, but the sobbing and moaning that he would hear from Haruhiko would not be so enjoyable as a Haruhiko who was ecstatic that his brother got into M Uni. "Okay, I'll teach you how to study and get into Mistuhashi. With the brilliant Manga artist Misaki-sensei, how can you go wrong?"

Nii-san, I have a bad feeling about this.

…

Two weeks of studying later…I'm kind of skimming a bit, but this part drags…so I'm moving on to the day of the party…

…

Akihiko walked out of the testing center, tugging open the envelope containing his test scores. He pulled them out and stared at the grades. He froze…they were good. Wait, of course they were good. He was smart after all. Now I've gotta go show Misaki-sensei! Wait, why? Akihiko stood there. Why was it suddenly necessary to tell Misaki-sensei about his score? He shouldn't even care about the bastard who was only doing this because he was in love with Nii-san. Did that mean—"No! I refuse to like him!" he yelled, causing the people around him to stare. This was all completely impossible.

He was saved from the thought by the very man in question walking down the street. "Sensei!" he called out, then covered his mouth in horror. What the hell was the matter with him?

"Akihiko-kun," he acknowledged, meeting him. "Shall we go?"

"Eh, go where?"

Misaki raised an eyebrow. "To your brother's; it's his birthday, isn't it?"

"Eh, oh, of course, I knew that." Crap, I forgot…can't tell him that. "Let's go." He began marching towards the subway.

"I have a car, you know." Akihiko stopped, sighed and turned back. He was debating turning the older man down but Misaki noticed the envelope. "What are those?"

Akihiko looked down at the forgotten envelope and stuttered, trying to sound casual, "Th-these are m-my test grades."

"Well, let me see." He grabbed the grades and looked them over. Akihiko looked out at the road, waiting. He suddenly felt pressure all around his waist. He looked back to see Misaki hugging him and grinning broadly. "Excellent job."

Akihiko's heart skipped a beat. He blushed slightly, as his heart went from skipping to overdrive. Then he remembered where he was and who he was being held by. He shoved the smaller man off and backed away. "Ar-aren't we supposed to be going to Nii-san's house."

Misaki smiled. "But, of course."

…

"Nii-chan!" Akihiko cried out as he saw his brother.

"Hi, Aki-chan," Haruhiko smiled as he went to hug his little brother.

He was interrupted by Misaki, who glomped onto Haruhiko before he could move the few feet. "Happy birthday!" He held out a gift. "You know that thing you wanted when we were hanging out last month?"

"Misaki, you shouldn't have."

"It's allowed every now and then."

Akihiko rolled his eyes as something that felt annoyingly like jealousy began pressing into his chest and slipped out of the room. As he headed past the front hall, he noticed a girl just standing there. "Who—?"

"Ah, I see you've found her. This is rather lucky since you two should be the first ones to meet. "Akihiko, Misaki, this is my fiancée."

Akihiko jerked. What? He wanted Misaki to meet the girl first? He looked away from the girl to see Misaki's eyes flicker. "Ah…con-congratulations." The girl stepped forward, to shake Akihiko's hand, which was closer. Akihiko kept his eyes on Akihiko, whose expression had changed now that both Nii-san and his fiancée were not looking at him.

Akihiko stared at him, who looked like he was on the verge of tears. I felt anger rise up in my chest. How could Nii-san do this to the man who had been in love with him for so long? Akihiko slammed his fist against the wall. Everyone looked at him. "Little bro, what is it?"

"We…we need champagne to celebrate. Misaki-Sensei, come with me." He grabbed the artist by the wrist and dragged him from the house. The made it all the way a lamppost two houses before Misaki burst into tears.

He braced himself against the lamppost and sobbed uncontrollably. Pain constricted Akihiko's chest and throat as he watched the older man fall to pieces as his world shattered. "I'm sorry," he murmured softly through his sobs. "When I start crying, I just can't stop."

Akihiko masked the pity swelling inside him and snapped, "Oh grow up, fall in love with someone else."

"I can't," he began to sob harder.

Akihiko wished he hadn't said anything…he was just making everything worse. He stared at the man's back. He just wanted Misaki to stop crying. Impulsively, he spun Misaki around and pressed his lips to Misaki's. Misaki's mouth opened immediately and with lust riding his mind, Akihiko pushed his tongue inside. He pulled back a moment later and looked at the smaller man.

"What—?" Misaki started.

"See, you've stopped."

Misaki's eyes widened. It was true. He wiped his eyes dry. "Thank you," he whispered, surprised.

Akihiko's face turned slightly pink in the moonlight. Misaki smiled. "Can you kiss me again?"

"Don't push it. I only did it to stop you crying."

Misaki touched the younger man's arm. For some reason, paralysis stole over him. He didn't react, even when Misaki spun him and pressed his body against the lamppost. Misaki leaned up and whispered, "This is just a rebound you know."

Before Akihiko could say anything to that, Misaki was kissing him fiercely. Akihiko was lost in the sensation for all of a moment before Misaki pushed him away. "Let's go get that champagne."

"Uh…uh huh," Akihiko replied, dazed. He followed Misaki down the street, his thoughts completely skewed and torn.

Okay, I decided it would be necessary to leave Misaki to be the one crying again. It wouldn't look right the other way. Next chapter will be Romantica again because there is another chapter in the manga right after this, I think. Quick note in case I forget to mention it when I get to the egoist stuff, the start of Hiroki's and Nowaki's relationship will be at the same time that Misaki's and Akihiko's start. It won't work any other way, sorry.

Anyway, please review:)

~CheyanneChika