Junjou Romantica: lessonHello guys, I don't really know where I want this story to go so, I'm just playing around and seeing where it goes, I've got writers block on my other JR story. Thanks for reading and as always pls review.
Misaki stood and continued to read the book he was holding. 'Now then' he thought, 'I wasn't expecting that.' The young man placed the book on the pile that he took it off of and ventured around the apartment. It was a large complex building and Misaki had invited himself into the pent house. He was supposed to start his first lesson with the great author, Usami Akihiko, however, he couldn't find him and settled with snooping around while he waited, which is when he found the BL written under a pen name.
Misaki hadn't expected the author to be that kind of persuasion, but hell, who was he to talk, he liked guys too. After what felt like an eternity, Misaki finally gave up and headed to the master bedroom to find the lazy author. He knocked on the door ... no answer. He opened the door ... no movement. He slammed the door against the wall.
Finally, the tall, ash blond haired man awoke from his slumber. "Finally," Misaki said with a sarcastic tone, "anyone would have thought you'd died or something. Good thing I came to check." The older man arose slowly looking like death itself.
"Who the hell are you?" he said in a low, smooth and nearly rustic voice.
Misaki's grin grew wider. "What, you don't remember me?" The sarcasm in his voice becoming more recognisable to the tired man. "And here I thought we could have been great friends, but you don't even remember me."
Akihiko rolled his eyes and finally looked at the boy. "You're Takahiro's little brother. Why are you here? How did you even get in?"
"Oh my, you really do have a terrible memory. My brother asked you to tutor me and you said 'I can only do Thursday'. Well, today's Thursday. As for how I got in, I know your codes and you forgot to lock your front door. You should really be careful; I mean, anyone could just walk in."
Akihiko looked at the boy some more. He really didn't like his attitude. Cocky and confident, probably the worst combination of personality traits. "Kid, give me a reason why I should tutor a little brat like you."
Misaki's head tilted a little and a mischievous smile played on his lips. "It must be hard being in love with someone who's straight." Akihiko's eyes widened slightly. "What would happen to your friendship; if I told my brother the truth?"
At this Akihiko sat up straighter. "Who the hell do you think you are? You know nothing about the relationship between Takahiro and I, so leave it alone."
"I know you're in love with him. I know you don't want him to know. So, I know the reason to why you should tutor me." Misaki turned to face the door and paused. "Shall we get started, teach?" Before he could take another step, he felt an arm wrap around his neck and pull him back into the bedroom. Akihiko pushed him down onto the large bed and straddled his hips.
"Don't you presume to threaten me, boy. Things will end badly for you."
"What are you going to do exactly?"
"Teach you a lesson."
Before Akihiko could start anything, Misaki wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck and pulled himself forward, getting so close he could feel the authors breath. He looked him directly in the eye. "Go ahead." Then he kissed the older man. Akihiko, shocked by the bold act, couldn't move. Coming to his senses, he pushed the younger boy off and looked at him.
"What are you doing?" Akihiko shouted. "Get the hell out. Now." Misaki didn't say anything, he just smiled his winning smile and walked out. Akihiko sat on his bed not knowing what to do with the boy. He didn't want to but he'll have to tutor the kid. He certainly didn't want Takahiro knowing the truth, it would ruin their friendship; and Misaki knew that. He got dressed and headed downstairs and saw the boy on the luxurious sofa, waiting patiently. "I thought I told you to get out?"
"You did, but you didn't specify where. Out your room or the building? So, I thought I would wait here and see."
"Well, now you know. Get out." Misaki didn't move and looked at the author. "Why aren't you leaving? What do you want?"
Misaki stood and walked towards the older man. "I want you to be my tutor. Do that and I promise I will never say a word to Takahiro about you.". He waited for a response but Akihiko just glared at him. Misaki didn't falter though. He wasn't easily scared. He just smiled and waited.
"Thursday's, 5pm, after your school day. I'll teach you but the next time you threaten me, it will be your last time." Misaki nodded.
"Oh, can I have your number? Just so next time, I can text you to remind you of our lessons." Akihiko rolled his eyes and held out his hand for Misaki's phone. The boy gave it to him and the author put in his number, then threw it back to Misaki. He smiled and made his way out the apartment, texting 'Hey teach' to the new number.
Instead of going to his brother's house, he made his way to the club. This club was made of a small group of people. They didn't use their real names here, they used code names. Misaki's name here was Emerarudo meaning Emerald in English and he was the favourite of all their customers. Misaki (Emerarudo) much preferred being there than at home with his brother.
Takahiro used to be kind, loving and compassionate. He changed. After their parents died, he took Misaki in, even against the wishes of their extended family. He loved Misaki and Misaki loved his big brother. 4 years ago, however, he found out his long-standing girlfriend of 9 years had been cheating on him. It was a messy break up, she found out she was pregnant but the child wasn't his. When he first found out about the baby and her cheating, he was willing to forgive her, but when he found out she had a string of lovers behind his back, he broke.
He started drinking heavily, he was acting fine with his friends, 'just a few friendly drinks', to them maybe. But when he walked through the door to Misaki, he was violent. Eventually, Misaki got the job at the club and spent all his free time there. His grades started to slip, he was rarely at home, and now he was working in an escort club, which angered his brother. So Misaki had no real reason to go back home to the only family he had left. He didn't need family if family was just more hurt. He made a point of doing things and getting through life on his own, he didn't need people holding back the new found freedom of adulthood.
As Misaki walked into the club, he greeted his boss. He was a huge man in his 40's, with bulging muscles, clearly visible through his tight long-sleeved top. His face was, well to put it mildly, hideous. His natural facial expression was one of murderous intent and the large scar that stretched from left of his forehead, through his nose and down to the right edge of his chin didn't help. But he was probably the nicest man Misaki knew.
"Hi Dean," Misaki said as he passed. "How are you today?" That winning smile, shining on his beautiful face.
"I'm fine, Misa, but why are you here? I thought you said you needed Thursday's off from now on? Shouldn't you be with your tutor right now?" Dean asked with a disappointed tone.
"The guy was busy, but he did say from now on he would clear his schedule on Thursday's, so see this as helping out the club. And when I say the club, I really mean you, Dean."
"Cute, Misa, very cute." Misaki gave a little curtsy. "You've come here every night for the past 3 weeks. You're allowed a day off."
"Don't worry about me."
"Too bad, I already do. I know why your grades are dropping, Misa, I'm no moron. This job - which includes drinking and staying up till dawn. Go home and get some sleep."
Misaki looked up at his boss. "Can I sleep at your place?" Dean's apartment was above the club and he rarely let anyone stay, Misaki being the exception.
"Fine. Use the shower and sleep on the couch. I've got an old top you can sleep in. I'll come up and wash your uniform later."
"Thanks, Dean, this means a lot." Misaki gave another smile and headed to the apartment. Before settling down to sleep he texted his new tutor 'Sleep well' with a winking face. He received one back in less than a minute. 'Yah, you too.' Misaki smiled at his phone, then fell asleep.
Dean spent most of his time worrying about that boy. He was sweet, good work ethic and loved people. So, what could have happened to make him choose escorting as a career choice? He had thought about asking, but Misaki was so defensive about his personal life. If they talked about anything, it was either school or work. No friends, no family, nothing else. Or maybe it was because he had nothing else. If that was the case, Dean wanted to help, and if it was something worse, he knew he could scare anyone who tried to hurt Misaki. He thought about asking him in the morning. Maybe he'll tell him something? But he won't hound the boy for answers if he didn't want to give them.
Later, he went to his apartment to check on Misaki. The boy had folded his uniform into a neat pile and placed it on top of the washer. Dean threw the dirty clothes in and put it on a quick spin. He went to the living room and saw Misaki in the way too big top, wrapped up in a ball on the sofa. He smiled at the sleeping boy. Under all the tough attitude, he was still just a kid, a kid that needed looking out for, needed protection, needed loving and caring. Dean was willing to give him all of that, if that's what he needed.
He felt a strong feeling of paternal love for Misaki; he wanted to protect him and he wanted to love him. He had never wanted children but Misaki, like always, was the exception.
Dean shook his head to rid him of his thoughts and headed to the closet to retrieve a huge blanket, covering the boy with it. Misaki moved a little, then mumbled something in his sleep, something so sweet that it could have made Dean cry. "Thanks Dad."
In the morning, Misaki awoke, feeling well rested. He had a shower and got dressed in his now clean uniform. He liked staying at Dean's. He liked the feeling of not having to look after himself. Even before Takahiro started to drink, he had always looked after himself, but with Dean, he felt like a he didn't have to everything on his own.