JUNJOU ROMANTICA
I
THE TOYS ROOM
"Come on Takahiro! You know I'm a loner, I don't think I can take care of…"
"Ow! Please Usagi" pleaded Takahiro, his voice breaking the whispered conversation that had taken them most of their nightly meeting, "you know I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important to me" he tried in a quieter voice, but Misaki, by the end of the hall could clearly hear them and identify the owner of said words. "Nii-chan..." he mumbled pressing his cheeks against the wooden door, his fluffy chocolate ears perked up in attention, swiveling to catch every word spoken and the human saying it. The silence that followed was nerve wracking for the usually calm kitten, his tail twitched with quick swifts. He felt the metal knob under his paw, it's coldness reverberating in a shiver thorough his lithe body. "I just want to hear, I'm not breaking any rule..." he thought, trying to convince himself, his feline curiosity in raged battle with his pet education. "I'm just worried about Nii-chan"
And he certainly was, not only by the natural predisposition of his breed, but because Takahiro Takahashi was the best brother/master Misaki could have ever asked for. Takahiro's parents had adopted him from the pet orphanage when he was barely a few months old kitten, and while they had filled every day with love, patience and dreams when they had died he thought he would immediately go back to the orphanage, he was only 8 years old and no relative wanted to care of a young pet who was not treated as such. But his older brother, only 18 himself decided to take care of Misaki, giving him all the education he could receive by law and some he shouldn't have had even, so he could have a future happier than anyone else. Always loving and caring for him, even when he failed the Pet's Institution's tests or when the state made him pay extra taxes, for having a pure breed as a pet. Takahiro could have left him in a kennel, sale him, throw him, it was his right as the state agent had mention after their parent's death, but Takahiro had only embraced him closer to his heart, reassuringly stating his decision. "No, I want to continue on taking care of him" his master's, no, his brother's words still lingered in Misaki's kittenish heart. But now, things were about to change, and even thought Takahiro tried very hard to hide the truth, he knew. He knew he was about to marry a woman, and he also knew she was allergic to pets. So from that day on, Misaki had no place to go except that man's house…
"Usami Akihiko." thought Misaki crawling nearer to the living room. Who was he? Misaki knew by his brother's comments that the man sitting by his side was a childhood friend, a very important friend, specially for the time his brother had lost his parents. But, who was he? The question pressed hardly in Misaki's mind, making him crawl even closer and sniff the air. He had heard his baritone voice, so deep and strong like a caress, by the intercom. He had sensed him as well, the rich essence of shampoo, cigarettes and something more, a spice he couldn't put his paw on but still he liked it, it gave him shivers, a type he had never felt before and still he knew they were a good kind. So he liked the guy, and he was of course his brother's best-friend, he couldn't be a bad person, right?... riiiiight?
"Takahiro, are you sure there's no other way I..." said yet again Usami pinching his nose in irritation, a reaction Takahiro failed to notice. Misaki right at the corner of the hall, hiding between shadows could see clearly the assailed expression in the perfect violet eyes.
"Please Usagi, there's no one else" pleaded Takahiro, taking Usami's hand between his "I don't want to leave him in a shelter with an unknown future, I know you'll take care of him, I trust you the most, please, only to you I would trust my heart with" Usami sighed defeated. "Okay, but if it doesn't work in 3 months it's all yours again" said Usami taking a pack of cigarettes of his breast-pocket and lightening one.
"Agreed!" cheered Takahiro smiling brightly like always "thank you Usagi!" Usami smiled in response, like it was something he didn't have to think, he's body just did it as a response to Takahiro's smile, so charming and yet so painful, it hurt Misaki's heart.
"Oh! Misaki!" called Takahiro when turning to search for his little brother, "Great you're here, come greet my friend" Misaki flinched involuntary, "Yes Nii-chan" he walked towards them, for a moment he thought about sitting beside his new master, but scared and shy he couldn't help but curl beside Takahiro, half-hiding behind him "Good Evening" greeted Misaki shyly and Takahiro squeaked, hugging his little brother.
"Awww Misaki! You're so cute! What am I going to do without you?" Oppressed by the embrace Misaki gasped and scowled, yet his annoyance did not reach his tail, which remained unmoving between his legs, "Nii-chan I'm not a kitten anymore!" reproached Misaki, his ears twitching slightly and a blush coloring his cheeks.
"Nii-chan?" repeated Usami turning for moment from Misaki's chocolate tail and looking at Takahiro curiously. "Oh that!, you know how my parents wanted another child, right? They couldn't have one so they adopted Misaki into the family. He IS my little brother" explained Takahiro breaking the embrace and petting Misaki in the head "you know I always wanted a cute little brother" Misaki smiled back warmly, his ears perked up and his tail moving up to the soft sound of his purring, the tip twitching sides way. At this, Usami felt like smiling too. "Thought, he doesn't look anything like you" a smirk in his handsome face and Misaki frowned, his lips instantly pouting while his tail dived down to swirl in small angry lines, the tip twitching from time to time. Maybe he wasn't that good of a person/master after all. "You think so?" asked Takahiro chuckling and giving a short tight hug to Misaki "maybe, but his cute no less".
"Yeah" murmured Usami looking one more time to Misaki, smiling. Misaki blushed deep red keeping his scowl, "Baka Usagi-sama" he thought and bent to curl closer to his ex-master but forever older brother, trying to hide the enormous red blush on his cheeks.
- o -
Now, Usami had known, the moment he stepped inside Takahiro's house, that he was not going to step out empty handed. So, why was he so bothered about it? Usami wondered, looking again beside him, curled in the co-pilot sit the Misa-kitty slept peacefully, his tail tapping softly against the door. "It doesn't look like Takahiro at all" he thought again and looked back to the driveway while taking another cigarette from his pocket.
No, the kitten looked nothing alike his owner, but that was no reason for Usami's anger, nor was the kitten himself or whatever problem it could bring. No, the problem was a darker, metallic liquid, pumping through his veins. A knowledge, digging a whole deeper than the ocean, breaking Usami apart from inside out. "I wanted you to know, first than anyone" Takahiro had said without knowing the punch he was giving, his lips widening in the most beautiful smile, "Marriage" the words cutting like flared knifes, Usami inhaled deep feeling the bittersweet nicotine flavor "Marriage..." He recalled the word so many times and the only thing he could think of doing was take another cigarette and keep driving away from the love of his live.
-0-
When they arrived Usami shook Misaki awake, giving him when he stepped out of the car a few bags and boxes. When he could only see the kitten's brown puffy ears he smirked triumphantly and moved on to carry the kitten's other 2 trunks and his pet-bed. Was he bullying the poor creature to calm his soared soul? Looking at the kitten barely managing to walk Usami felt himself sight heavily, "I can't believe a pet has this much luggage!" growled but kept walking in to the apartment building, taking on his way 2 boxes from Misaki's paws. "I'm so sorry Usami-sama" responded Misaki, his ears and tail dropping. He had tried very hard to take with him only his immediate needs but who could fight Takahiro's demands?
Was his master angry at him already? What could he tell to the older man? The time on the elevator passed in dead silence and for once in his young life, Misaki was grateful of his short attention problem. Easily distracted by the buttons, the mirror, the lights, he floor… still, his chest purred stressed. "It's gonna be fine, I just don't have a room for you right now..." explained Usami, hearing the anxious feline purr. "We'll manage, don't worry" he opened the door and entered the apartment. Misaki followed him closely, taken aback by the powerful sensation of Usami's house, forgetting for the moment his luggage predicament.
Because, for Usami the apartment was just his office, an office that conveniently had a kitchen, which he actually never used, and a bed, that incredibly he didn't really much used either. Yet to a kitten like Misaki, it was a museum of "Usami-sama". A combination of luxury and comfort, an extravagant structure dotted with books and manuscripts here and there, all wrapped up in Usami's strong spicy essence. It all hit Misaki's mind with the unnerving desire of exploring every corner of it.
Usami placing the trunks in the middle of the living room sighed "so, choose whatever space you like for the moment and I'll put all your other staff on the cupboard" Usami's baritone voice brought Misaki back, making him finish entering and close the door "No its okay... I only need space for my bed" he replied shyly, overcome by the great spacious apartment he had entered, the more he fathomed the more it seemed to grow. Takahiro's house fitted perfectly 3 times in that apartment.
"Good, there's food on the fridge, I work here so please don't make any noise and feel at home" said Usami in response and not even turning to look at him, he walked upstairs and in to his office room, closing the door behind him.
"Thanks" murmured Misaki sadly, his tail dropping listless and his ears laying down at the sides of his head, what excitement the new apartment brought the worry about his new master vanished it in mere seconds like it had never existed. "He's sad, I know he's sad, am I a bother? Do I make him sad? Did I do something to hurt him? To make him dislike me?" thought Misaki watching the man disappear, hearing the door slam shut he felt even restless. "Nii-chan, why can't I be with you? … I want to be with you" Misaki feeling miserably put his pet-bed in a dark corner of the living room and sat down to rest "Nii-chan..." sobbing he curled in a tight ball to warm himself, the nights were getting colder and in that spacious apartment the cold he thought would chill even his bones, just as the loneliness would do to his heart
- o -
When Misaki woke up it was already 10 in the morning, the sun was up in the sky, illuminating the whole living and dinning room. Misaki stirred slowly stretching cat-like for half an hour and then started grooming himself, his face was all sticky with tears; he had cried himself to sleep. Later, noticing the silence remaining in the apartment Misaki's ears perked, trying to sense any kind of movement or breathing, hearing at last the "tap tap" sounds of his new master's fingers against the laptop, he sighed relaxing, it was a very calming sound.
But having passed the first homesick day Misaki decided it was about time to start with his new life, pet code first, he had to prove himself worthy of his new position. So moving out of his bed he set on to explore his new home. The apartment had a living-dining room, a kitchen, a laundry, a balcony which was supposed to be used to hang up the laundry, but he could tell it had not being used in months, and a few more rooms filled with toys. The first one filled with teddy bears of all types and heights, with different colored bows and the same smiling faces. Had his master any kid? He had said the word loner but maybe he was divorced. The next room was a train filled room, with a long corner to corner railroad, moving sweets and toys from one place to another, in the floor were other boxes with a few spare parts and another wagons. Really, did he need so much toys?
The next room was upstairs and had a scale model of the Great Wall of China. At this, Misaki started getting anxious, wondering what type of master he had being adopted by. The next and final room was his masters bedroom, humid and dark, the windows had not being open for quite some time he could tell, his sensitive nose wrinkling at the foul smell. He looked around, his big eyes narrowing at the unused bed. "Tsk..." Misaki felt his tail twitch again in disaprovel, looking more he noticed that even though the room was not as big as the other it was still equally filled with toys and stuffed bears, all staring at him.
"What the hell? He's a weird guy, defiantly a weird guy" Turning he saw in a corner a box filled with books, having a cat-curiosity strike Misaki decided to read them, opening one in random page he read: "Takahiro staring down smiled softly... between Takahiro's parted lips Akihiko...placed his..." … "Takahiro…"
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!" screamed Misaki furiously his ears pinning flat on his skull and his tail all puffed up, straightened up in anger. Immediately running towards his master's office and opening the door he found him working, not really caring about the storming kitty. So he called him again growling "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? You… YOU PERVERTED HOMO! Isn't this a novel with Nii-chan's name...? I mean, my ex-master's name?"
"You read them?" asked the great Lord Usami turning to glare at a very scared Misa-kitty with a defiantly darker than darkness glare. "I... I didn't mean... I" he stuttered but then remembering his sweet brother he breathed deep "don't falter" "I did! How could you take advantage of Nii-chan... My... my ex-master's kindness to imaging and to WRITE this kind of lowly things! Stop using him!"
"Did he say I was using him?" asked Usami cutting in to Misaki's rage
"Well no but…"
"Did he say I was taking advantage of him?" continue on asking Usami, lifting from his chair his whole body, regal like a statue of a prince. Misaki gaped and tried to step back "No but still... you can't write about him! You can use anyone right? Anyone will do right?" growled Misaki angrily trying to hold on to his exploding anger.
Feeling terribly irritated Usami cut the distance off and grabbed Misaki by his wrist crunching him against the wall. Then pinning his hands above his head Usami took with his free hand Misaki's chin, moving it up to look at him and kissed him deeply on his trembling lips. "Stop..." gasped Misaki when Usami parted and he took the opportunity to snake his tongue inside Misaki's hot cavern, rubbing Misaki's tongue with his own, caressing every corner, sucking and nipping. "No... please… I" gasped and moaned Misaki again, he thought to fight off but his hands only touched Usami's chest, pressing the palm and feeling the warmth beneath the shirt. Usami then moved one of his hands lower, to touch the growing bulge in Misaki's pants
"Didn't you say anyone would do?" asked Usami, a smirk playing in his mouth for the few seconds it took Misaki to breath and open his mouth to retort, and then it went back to suck sweetly at Misaki's lower lip, moving his hand inside Misaki's pants to stroke his length "Not bad"
"That's not... ahhhg..." Misaki tried to speak but trembled and moaned instead feeling Usami's fingers, rubbing, pressing, caressing his manhood faster and faster, his hip bucking against the cold hand to search the release that was coming.
"You're kinda cute..." Usami licked Misaki's ear, making him shiver even stronger and moan loader "so cute..." Misaki bit his lips feeling his senses numbing, his body tightening suddenly in a whole explosion of bliss to immediately limp completely. "No... I... Aahhg"
"That was fast..." chuckled Usami letting Misaki's body rest against his chest, tingling and trembling from it's first orgasm. Still savoring the pleasure yet indignant and hurt in his pried Misaki sulked gravely "You fucking bastard... I'll kill you!"
Author's note: I decided to take away most of the first sexual encounter of this pair because frankly it was a rape scenario. Misaki not only had not consented to it but had every step of the way denied to consent and fought to be free of Usami. I love the work Nakamura sensei did with the relationship overall but I can't find to swallow the rape scenes anymore, so I don't want to keep them in my fanfiction. I hope you can understand my feelings and accept this mildly "dubious consent" scenario.