JUNJOU ROMANTICA

II

AWAKEN

It was morning again when Misaki woke up in his pet-bed, rubbing the sleep away he tried to remember what day was today, but instead he remembered what had happened the day before. His master´s voice, the hot feeling, the bliss and the embarrassment. Looking at his perverted-master's office door he trembled, the door was closed, yet the feeling remained mixed with the tap tap sounds, that were again the only background sound.

"…" Turning in his bed he scowled and cursed, muttering puffs of air, and growls passing his small pointy fangs, "how could he... bastard… Pervert..." Misaki couldn't accept that his master's touch had set his body on fire; he's caresses had tingled so deliciously, his tongue so good and hot over his skin, so obscenely pleasurable he had not desired, no, not being able to stop, neither moaning or cumming in his master hand.

"NO! Don't think! Stop thinking!" screamed Misaki to himself, trying to stop the images from coming back, his ears pinned down and his fur standing up from the tip of his ears, all over his back to the end of his tail, which straightened and rattled from the strength of his stress. If they did, if the images came back, his body would react again and he won't know what to do, he had never felt like that before. And so, determinate to distract himself he stood up from his bed and started his pet duty in his new home.

It took him only a couple of minutes to immerse in the calling of said duties, cleaning, mopping and dusting off every corner of the house, moving progressively from the entrance hall to the kitchen, taking long hours to empty and disinfect the unused refrigerator, microwave, toasters, oven, cabinets, all spaces. Had his master no inclination for cleanness? Or better said anything that's sanitary? Misaki's neat-freak body shivered at the mess the laundry room was made in to and continued on to the balcony and windows, taking the opportunity to wash off and change the curtains. And then on to the living room, where he polished, vacuumed and cleaned the furniture, readjusted and piled the books and set up the grandfather clock to the correct time. Misaki smiled, feeling more like himself.

The next was basically the same, moving with the power cleaning to the pile of dirty laundry waiting to be washed, it was a good thing his master had a dryer too or there would be no end to that task. Had someone ever checked the bedrooms? It seemed like every room and closet had piles and piles of filthy fabric, Misaki's nose wrinkled with indignation. So he moved upstairs, throwing from the hall veranda the humid curtains, bed-sheets and covers bundled with shirts, trousers, all dirty. Thought for every clothe he moved or closet he opened he had to stop and hold his breath, his masters rich herbal smell was everywhere, it numbed his senses and made the back of his neck tingle. "Pervert…" was his only response, apart from opening the tall windows to air up the place. Airing every mattress, arranging and rearranging toys and stuffed animals. Power washing the god worth cleanness the bathtub and bathroom.

Moving up to the closing day of his cleaning act he dusted and polished every furniture inside the rooms, dried washed and changed the outfits of every stuffed bear, put the curtains back, moped and polished the floors, changed the bedspreads and blocked every door open so the air could pass easily throughout the apartment. Looking at his finished work Misaki smiled broadly, "A job well done" he couldn't help complimenting himself, putting his small paws at his hips in a triumphant posture.

But his day was not even half done. He took all the missing laundry and separated it by fabric and color, while finally starting with their meal preparations. Not knowing what his master's likes and dislikes were he thought better to make a traditional Japanese meal, cooked rice with pickled vegetables, miso soup and steamed fish with garlic and onions. It was a poor nutritional meal, in Misaki's opinion but it would do for now, till he was able to get a permission and shop for basic needs. Would his new master allowed him to go out? Would he prefer to do it himself? How far were they from the market? Or supermarket? Was he going to continue on with the pet institute? Misaki wondered restlessly, stirring on the vegetables with his chopsticks, he hadn't thought about that, but taking in consideration how bad were his scores, his master was better off not paying for the expensive Institute.

"…" Misaki sighed heavily, feeling again a stressed purr leaving his lips.

But cooking, just like cleaning always proved him a good mood changer, after 3 long hours he hummed happily, seeing the results of his good, natural ability. Of course he was a very good pet, always described as docile, with a placid temperament, affectionate floppy nature, trained in every possible need... just… except on that one… the one Usami-baka-sama had mentioned, of course. But then, his thoughts returning to Him, Misaki's eyes turned to see his master's door, it was the 3th day in a row that his new master had not come out from the room, if you counted since the day he arrived, the day his master touched, no, molested him and the recent day. "Puuurrr…." he dared not to go in but he feared for his master's life so much. A really awful smell was coming out from the room and he knew there could not be enough food for his master to eat in 3 days. Leaving everything served and ready for lunch he climbed the stairs and perked his ears close to the wooden door.

"Master?" he called knocking at the door, but no one answered. He strained his ears to catch any sound, when had been the last time he heard the taping noise? "Master are you alright?" opening the door Misaki peeked into the dark and humid room. With no sound coming from anywhere, Misaki's breathing was short and troubled, at a corner there was a light coming from the laptop's screen, his purring intensified "Master please answer me?" and then, he noticed the limp body sprawled on the floor "Iaaaaaahhh!"

- o -

One thing that was common occurrence for Usami Akihiko was to forget everything and lock himself up in his writing. Thought he was very irresponsible about his deadlines the moment he sat up seriously to write he would easily bypass he was indeed a mortal, and had really important biological needs. This time like always he denied said needs and continued on working for 3 days in a row, not sleeping, not eating only working. The job was done over at the end of the second day but just as well his body.

When Usami woke up he was nowhere near his computer. He was lying comfortably in his bed with a soft bump in his forehead, he knew he had hit the floor when he passed out, but why was he on his pajamas or on his bed? Usami blinked his eyes, when he heard the door opening slowly he turned and saw large pointy ears peeking, sighting he chuckled. "Master you woke up!" cheered Misaki at hearing his master's voice, entering the room and moving closer to the bed, his tail vibrating softly in greeting.

"What happened?" he asked with half lidded eyes, moving his head slowly to avoid nausea or pain.

"You passed out" scowled Misaki angrily, but the feeling never reached his ears or tail proving his concern over his master's health was overrun by the happiness of seeing him well. "How could you do this, to your own body? You could have died without anyone knowing!" with every angry spat Misaki's tail straightened and fluffed, the tip rattling, Usami just stared in amusement, "…you did finish the manuscript thought, your editor Aikawa-san has already taken it, she wanted to wake you up but I told her that you needed rest..." continued on Misaki, but looking back at his Master's face he found no will to continue on scolding him. "You should take better care of yourself..." Misaki muttered, his tail swatting in broad waves.

"You're a good pet Misaki" stretching his hand out of the covers Usami petted Misaki's head, "Thanks" as response the waves increase on his tail making it move slightly up, a normal soft purr brewing.

"Mmm…" Misaki nodded, blushing, turning his head to one side to avoid Usami's tender eyes. Takahiro's caresses were no way equal to his new master's, the cold hand pressed hard, from the top of his head to the sides of his ears, carresing them in gentle strokes. "Master..." Misaki closed his eyes and tried hard to think, he was about to shake his head when the hand stopped caressing and dropped down, causing Misaki to lift his face. "Master?" again, there was no response and Misaki's tail straightened close to his body vibrating, "Master?!" called Misaki worried, taking him by his shoulders with his small paws, to shake him awake when a soft snoring stopped him "Ahhhh!, he just fell asleep" Misaki sighing loudly Misaki's ears twitched at the tension they had being exposed to. "Thank God"

Bending slightly, Misaki tucked Usami back under his covers, with care he took his pulse and temperature, making sure nothing wrong was happening when a soft murmur came through his master's lips. "Takahiro" the name, called in plea drew Misaki's attention. "Taka...hiro" again the murmur crossed the thin line of Usami's lips, Misaki looked at his master's face, his brows knitting together, "Master is talking in his dreams, he calls Nii-chan in his dreams..." Usami's voice seemed to be breaking with every word, with every letter of the name, "Takahiro..." filled with the aching feeling of long lost hope. To Misaki, thought it was his adored Nii-chan's name it brought a bitter taste, like a broken a pill, leaving traces of dry bile dust he couldn't wash away. "He dreams of Nii-chan"

- o -

Alone, I'm alone. The thought like a whisper traveled in the clouded world, a column of ash transformed in a mansion, empty and cold, the walls caved in with the blowing of the wind, they fell with no sound, no tears, no real meaning. It's stories crying with him, "You're alone, alone, alone" "The poor child, his mother has no interest in him" in whispered waves the voices came, "his father is never home, he's all alone... alone" The floating walls moved till they became a small cellar room, piled words forming the wallpaper, scratching the windows, "pain, alone, suffering, death, abandonment, abuse" one on top of the others until there was nothing else but black wholes in a room of shrinking walls, "There is no happy ending in this suffering, there is no true love, there is no life" And the columns of ash and fog raised to the closed, starless sky drawing trees and a field of tombs. "How much pain a wooden box could create?" A figure standing alone in the darkness trembled, "What am I going to do? How can I make this work? Why did this happen?" Takahiro's voice broke with the strength of his tears, but the coffin grew, heavy and tainted with blood, it grew until it covered the whole graveyard, burying with itself the man and his cries. "He's dead, he's dead, he's dead" the wind howled. The earth claimed his life, his sweetness and his brightness, there was nothing left. "Takahiro! Takahiro!" He finally heard his own voice, "TAKAHIRO!" he tried to dig in, his fingers bleeding against the hard soil. "He's not yours! He's gone!" it cried against his useless attempts to pull the land away. "No! Give him back! TAKAHIRO PLEASE!" the more he called the harder the words came out, his arms felt cold and numb, there was blood everywhere, smeared with terror and suffocating desperation. "TAKAHIROOOOO!" his heart cried but there was no sound, the ground he pulled off pushed him down and covered him, for his final dream. "I can't, I can't, not anymore with this pain..." and he stopped moving, he stopped fighting, he felt his breath skipping, then stopping. One second, two seconds, "Master..." a whisper like a caress blowing dust away, "Master" it seemed to grow stronger, little by little taking the heavy burden over his body. "Master!" He felt no desire to follow the voice, he wanted to sleep, he wanted peace, he wanted to follow his beloved down to the grave, "Master!" the voice wavered like a leaf and he felt his body twitching, his breathing starting again, "Master!" his body ached with every turn and push, the columns of ash were thick with blood and tears, it weighted breaking down his nightmare world, "Master!" but the voice kept calling, strong against the chorus of harpies and crows, against the ash and dark wooden boards of an empty coffin, "USAGI!"

Usami woke up slowly, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, looking at his right to his wristwatch in the nightstand he read "3:00 p.m." it was not so late, but the darkness was congruent. Turning to his left he saw the curtains closed like usually, but breathing in long and deep he found only a soft and sweet lavender scent filling his nostrils, "The kitty cleaned up the room." Smiling Usami turned to his right side again but this time he stopped, gasping. Curled in a tight ball said kitty was sleeping, hugging one of his giant teddy bears. His surprise gone he finally took notice of his bent arm, from his body the only part out of the warm covers, tightly held by a kitten's paw. Usami felt rather confused, he looked at the paw, trying to pull it back to him and the paw came with it, "Mmm… Master..." Misaki mumbled, nuzzling on to the teddy bear's head.

Letting his hand fall Usami smiled, the kitty-kit was cute, cuter than any other pet he had ever seeing. His ears even in his sleep turned and twitched, alert to any of his masters sounds and to his surprise, his tail was curled around his right wrist softly tapping from time to time.

Usami felt tears in his eyes but blinked them away when Misaki moved his lips again, his eyes shuddering lightly. Usami couldn't help moving quickly to hug tight against himself the rapidly awaking kitty. "Master? …What's wrong? ...Master?" called Misaki worriedly, Usami only smiled and hugged him even tighter. "Thank God you're here" "I'm not alone, I'm not alone anymore"

"Please master, be okay" pleaded Misaki feeling teary himself, letting the stuffed bear drop he embraced Usami back "I won't leave your side, never ever so please, be better" his ears laying down tickled Usami, smiling again he just closed his eyes enjoying the sweet embrace, it was like Misaki could read the deepest fears of his heart. "Thank you… thank you"

- o -

After a whole night infested with crawling nightmares Usami slept thorough the night, the morning and until late afternoon, but when he woke up again Misaki was no longer sleeping by his side, instead he found him entering the room, with a food tray on his hands, his tail up and twitching from side to side, and being the quick learner that he was, Usami knew by now it meant happiness for the kitten. "Master you woke up! Thank goodness, I was so worried" the kitten mewled closing the door with his right foot, "I didn't know how to use the phone or the door-key, had no way of bringing help in... I was worried sick!"

"For my sake?" asked Usami naturally smirking, feeling the intense happiness at Misaki's full blush

"yes no, no, I mean, yes well… a little… a bit just... pet work!" the words were forced out in an deranged sentence, the results only making the poor kitten blush even redder.

"Oh yes yes, thank you very much... I think I'm hungry" Usami responded, acting as he hadn't notice the kitten's embarrassment, the smirk still on his place.

Ignoring the smirk Misaki moved the tray closer to Usami, when his master made no move to claim it his tail tensed and vibrated puffing up "Here...!" He spat, taking and placing the tray at Usami's lap when he sat on his bed. "You're not going to spoon-feed-me?" asked Usami, as if it was the most natural thing to do, Misaki felt like blushing again, his scowl aggravating "Of course not! You're big enough to do it yourself"

"Aw, too bad" Usami looked deflated at his food. "you know, I kind of feel so weak, I might not be able to hold the spoon..." he said halfheartedly, closing his eyes in fatigue. Misaki instantly bent, pressing his palm to his masters forehead, "But you were fine, you have no fever, does your stomach hurt? Do you feel any nausea? If I feed you a little would you be able to hold it?" Misaki took the spoon and moved the soup around to cool it, "It should be fine, please eat some" he pleaded, his ears laying down with worry when bright eyes shined and a blinding smile ripped from Usami's lips.

"You liar! You fucking bastard!" cried, his tail still vibrating with outrage. "You, perverted Master…"

"Misaki?" called Usami making Misaki flinch in response, his ears pinning flat guiltily, what had he done? Would Usami punish him? Had he hurt his Master? "Yes, Master?" he terribly hoped his master hadn't heard his words.

"Can you… call my name"

"Eh?... Master?"

"No, my name" Usami responded, his eyes full with hope, Misaki felt confused, did he not liked to be called Master like Nii-chan? but Misaki didn't really remember his name, Nii-chan hadn't present him formally nor Usami himself, he only knew the nickname his Nii-chan used, so being unable to do anything else Misaki blushed, stared down to his fidgeting paws and mumbled nervously "Usagi-san?"

And he waited for the outraged, for the indignation, how could a pet, a useless house pet like him use the nickname such an important person used? Misaki waited, but the scolding never came, instead, Usami's eyes widened.

It was not his name, but it was not Takahiro's nick name either, it was a cuter version, the "-san" made it so much cuter, Usami liked it the most. "That's perfect" he said smiling at Misaki. Still confused, Misaki could not lift his eyes from the floor,

Later, when Usami was able to leave his room he noticed the house was different, clean and freshly aired, everything smelled like lavender flowers, citrus and was that mint?. The windows were open, his laundry hanging on the balcony or folded neatly in the living room waiting to be sorted out in to the closets, already ironed as well. "Not bad at all" he thought stretching his back from the long rest.

Looking for the kitten he easily spotted him in the kitchen, in the midst of preparing lunch, it smelled so good, Usami felt his stomach rumbling, "didn't know you were so good at house chores"

Misaki's ears took in his master's baritone voice perking, but he dare not to lift his face still troubled by the sensations the writer caused. "I used to prepare Nii-chan's and my meals all the time, and I also went to a Pet's Institute, you know..." his hands never stopping skillfully moving over vegetables and meat, seasoning them with cumin and black pepper.

"I see... you have done a great job by the way" Usami looked around again, smiling at Misaki's lowered head, his ears reddening. Misaki felt the blush burning his cheeks, not sure if he was being mocked or really congratulated by his baka-master. "Really?" he asked, trying not to sound eager but he couldn't help his heart hammering and his tail lifting up, vibrating in happiness by his new master's comment.

"Yeah, you did very well" purred Usami moving in to the kitchen, to pet the kitten's chocolate fur.

Misaki lifted his stare to lock on violet eyes, smiling, feeling happy. Usami on the other hand felt so much more, his heart light with no pain or sorrow, like he had being having the most horrid nightmare and now at last was fully awake and in paradise. Moving yet closer to Misaki he chuckled, his lovely pet's moving tail's tip swagged in content, but when Usami's arms closed around him, in a tight embraced it stopped dead and twitched anxiously, starting to move in nervous swifts. Noticing this Usami wondered how many more reactions he could lure out from the kitten. He could feel the loud beating of Misaki's heart, like in honest answer to his own. Resting his chin on Misaki's head he felt his ears perking up, but his hands did not moved, only rested in the cutting board. Usami could hear clearly Misaki's heartbeat getting faster and harder, yet the tail did not puff or rattled in fear or hate.

"Master?" called Misaki nervously his voice high pitched.

"That's not my name" whispered Usami, hot air against Misaki's ear, nibbling the sensitive shell. Usami had no reason for that, just the pure desire of doing it.

"Usami-sama?" tried Misaki his voice quivering softly, he could not remember what was he supposed to call his new master, his mind becoming numb at the deliciously vicious attack his sensitive ear suffered.

"Try again" Usami mused moving his kisses towards Misaki's neck, licking and nibbling the tender skin "Master Usami don't!" moaned Misaki feeling his legs waver and his tail tremble.

"Nope," chuckled Usami enjoying the quivering sound of his pet's voice. He continue on nibbling the open patches of skin, sucking hard he earned a long soft purr and a moan.

"Please Usagi-sama!" cried Misaki his legs turning like melted butter against his master ministrations.

"Almost..." said Usami moving his hands to caress the front, one hand slipping under Misaki's apron and shirt, pinching one nipple while his other hand snacked under his pants to caress the bulge growing down, rubbing, massaging up and down Misaki's length.

"Usagi-san please, Usagi-san" moaned Misaki letting his body thrust against Usami's hand, his mind blank with so much pleasure, his long thin tail surrounding Usami's hip to anchor his body to him.

"You're just so cute Misaki, and since you did so well I'll give you a reward" taking Misaki's erection in one hand and stroking faster Usami made Misaki tremble and cry, moving his hips in time with Usami's hand, moaning loudly, not being able to hide his voice anymore.

"Come for me Misaki, cum kitty kitty" purred Usami biting Misaki's long cat ear making him cry even louder, losing his sight and breath for the seconds his climax took, falling immediately after in to Usami's embrace, out of strength to stand still. Listless, like a ragdoll.

Author's note: I thought for a moment to change this chapter to match better with the anime's and manga's timeline and all but I think Usami already knowing about the marriage and this nightmare scene are quite lovely on their own worth. I hope you liked it as much as I did. By the way, Misaki is a pure breed Ragdoll, their name comes from the docile temperament and the "ability" to remain limp like a rag doll when carried, embraced or hold. They're quite lovely cats.