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Necrophilia	By : Saranwyn Category: +G to L > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) Views: 3440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Necrophilia
- 2-Red
- 3-Despondency
- 4-Voice
- 5-Death
- 6-Cold
- 7-Mine
- 8-Snow
- 9-End
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April 15, 2006 – Writer’s Journal Entry 1,118
Red. Crimson splashed over a smooth, milky canvas. It gushed forth, bubbling at those soft, pink lips, sliding down her long, slender neck, pooling on her still, frozen chest. It oozed up through the soft cotton of her periwinkle shirt, a spreading taint. It drip, drip, dripped down, staining pristine, white snow. A shuddering gasp jolted her entire form, then rattled out of her gaping mouth as a small, puff of white mist, floating upwards to fade into nothingness…
I’ve killed my main character, Kaori fifteen times in theory. Well, sixteen, now. I don’t think Aikawa-san would like it at all if I really wrote her death into a book. I’ll run it by her next time…and hope she doesn’t bite my head off.
Misaki shows no signs of leaving…ever. He even said he might get a part time job so he can pay me rent. He’s a good cook, too. And he never complains about doing all the cleaning. Still, he’s weird and I don’t know hardly anything about him. He smiles a lot though. He smiles at me like I’m the only person in the world. And he claims not to know Takahiro, but I catch him staring at the pictures I have of him a lot.
Now that I think about it, Takahiro had a brother named Misaki, but his whole family died in the car accident. There’s no way that my Misaki is the same as Takahiro’s – if he’d survived, Takahiro would know for sure. Still, if I remember correctly, they kind of look similar. Of course, Takahiro’s Misaki died when he was eight – I went to the funeral. My Misaki is very much alive…it’s kind of refreshing…
Akihiko groaned and opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep working late, again. Because of his insomnia, he often just stayed up writing until he passed out. He checked the clock and saw it was seven AM. He sat up and went to shower and change. Standing in the bathroom, he stood before the mirror, staring down his own reflection. Then, sighing, he reached for the bottle of antidepressants he kept in the cabinet. He dry-swallowed them and headed downstairs. Misaki had breakfast ready, as usual.
“Hey,” he greeted the author with a brilliant smile. “How are you feeling?” A look of worry flashed over his face. “Did you sleep alright? You look exhausted…you always look exhausted.”
“I’m fine. What’s for breakfast?”
“I made omelets…but I remembered, no green peppers in yours.” Akihiko nodded his approval and sat down to eat. “Usagi-san…do you have insomnia?”
“What?”
“I notice you don’t sleep much, at all. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and you’re still up, and you always have bags under your eyes…”
“Yes. I sometimes take pills for it, but the doctor says not to take them too often so I don’t become dependent on them, and so they don’t cause me other problems.” They lapsed into silence as they ate.
“How’s work coming?” Misaki asked at length, as they finished eating.
“Fine…” Akihiko replied, not really sounding like he meant it. “Oh, my friend Takahiro and his fiancé are coming over for lunch today.” Misaki blinked and his face darkened slightly before a huge smile lit his features.
“Oh. Okay. I’ll make a really special lunch then. When will they be over?”
“I think they said one o’clock.”
“I’ll run to the grocery store, then, okay?”
“Sure. Go ahead and buy as much as you need.” Misaki got up, gathering the dishes. He went to the kitchen and Akihiko heard the water running as he washed them. He made no offer to help. The way he saw it, if the kid didn’t want to do the dishes he wouldn’t - or if he felt like he was being overworked, he would just leave. The water turned off, signaling he’d finished with the dishes, and he walked over to Akihiko, who was still at the table, feeling unable to muster the energy to get up. Delicate, slender fingers curled over the author’s own.
“Are you okay?” the boy asked gently. Akihiko nodded. He felt and arm slip around him, coming up to support his elbow and gently urge him to his feet. “At least sit on the couch where you’ll be comfortable.” Akihiko let Misaki steer him to the couch. Something about his touch felt nice…warm. It was something he could never quite get used to. Just like that boy’s smile. Every time he saw it, it took his breath away. That’s the sort of thing I can’t capture in my writing, Akihiko thought ruefully as he sat down on the couch. Something that beautiful…that perfect…no my writing conveys only my misery… Misaki fetched Suzuki-chan, Akihiko’s favorite teddy bear, and set her beside him.
“Misaki…” Akihiko murmured.
“Yes?” For a moment the author just basked in the summer of his gaze, soaking in the much-needed sunlight that the world was currently denying him. Then, he got to thinking about why he’d called Misaki’s name. In truth, he just liked the sound of it, and he wanted those beautiful, sparkling, emerald eyes to look at him, again. He wanted to feel that glimmer of happiness that he only ever felt with Misaki’s eyes on him. But it wouldn’t do to tell him that, now would it? He took a deep breath.
“Misaki,” he said the name again, just because he liked it.
“Yes…?” Misaki showed no signs of impatience or irritation – he never did – so he figured he’d go ahead and say it just one more time.
“Misaki.”
“Yes?” This is ridiculous, Akihiko chastised himself.
“Bring something for dessert, too. And pick up a new ribbon for Suzuki-chan.”
“Alright. Is that all?”
“…Yes that’s all. Be safe, Misaki. Don’t hug any strangers…or get into cars with them…or accept any candy from them. Got it?”
“Yup! I can only do that with you, Usagi-san!” Akihiko shook his head in amusment. This kid had no sense. What is this warm feeling in my chest? Misaki turned to walk away and suddenly Akihiko found himself on his feet, grabbing his wrist.
“Actually…there’s one more thing.” He pulled Misaki back to him and sealed his mouth over the boy’s, his other arm wrapping around his waist. Misaki was frozen in shock, completely unresponsive as his mind scrambled to figure out exactly what was happening. By the time it had, Akihiko was already drawing away. “Hurry back.” Misaki hesitated, his eyes wide, then, he spun and hurried off, visibly paler than before.
As he walked down the street, his head was buzzing. He just kissed me! That…that wasn’t supposed to happen…was it? What do I do? Was it just because his heart was broken over Takahiro? He thinks I don’t know, but it’s obvious from the look on his face, every time he mentions his name. It’s really cruel…that things turned out that way. But more importantly, how do I face him, now? Is this okay? I don’t know! Did I hate it? I can’t tell! Honestly, I didn’t even register it was happening until it was over! When I come back, will he do it again? His footsteps got faster and faster, so he didn’t have time to stop when he turned a corner…and crashed right into someone. He reeled back in shock, falling off balance and landing hard on his backside.
“S-sorry!” he gasped. Then he looked up. T-Takahiro?
“Are you okay?” Takahiro gasped, offering his hand. Ignoring it, Misaki jumped to his feet, his eyes wide.
“Um, yes! I-I…um…a-are you Takahiro-san?”
“Huh? Yes…”
“I’m a friend of Usagi-s---Usami-sensei. Are you headed to his place, now?”
“Well, I’m going to pick up my fiancé first, but yes.”
“R-right. Well, see you!” Misaki brushed past the man and hurried off down the street. Takahiro stared at him, frowning. What’s up with him? he mused. He seemed really flustered…I hope he was okay. What a strange kid…
By the time Misaki returned with the groceries, Takahiro was already there with his fiancé. He had decided to show up early. All eyes shifted to the boy as he came in.
“Oh, there he is,” Akihiko commented. “Misaki, this is my friend Takahiro and his fiancé, Manami.”
“We met,” Misaki replied. “I mean…I met Takahiro-san on the street on my way to the store. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Manami-chan.”
“Your name is Misaki?” Takahiro asked. “Funny, I used to have a brother named Misaki.” Akihiko frowned as he noticed a subtle change in Misaki’s expression. His smile became a little more strained.
“Is that so?”
“He died ten years ago, in a car accident. He would’ve been about your age, now. Funny, he had the same hair and eyes that you have, too.”
“Yeah…” Misaki’s voice was a little raspy. “Excuse me.” He rushed past them into the kitchen. Akihiko stood.
“Misaki? Are you okay?” He followed him into the kitchen to find the boy sitting on the floor, his back to the wall, crying as silently as he could. “Misaki, what happened?” Akihiko knelt before him. Over the few weeks since Misaki had moved in, Akihiko had learned that he cried very easily and tended to get worked up over little things, but each time it happened, it still broke his heart. He took the boy’s face between his hands.
“I-I’m sorry! I…I…I just…!” the rest of his words were completely unintelligible, because he was crying so hard. Akihiko drew him forward against his chest, wrapping him in his arms and running his fingers through his hair.
“Shhh…it’s okay…shhh…why don’t you just try to tell me why you’re crying?” he asked gently. Misaki shook his head.
“I…c-can’t…”
“Shhh…it’s okay…” He rocked him back and forth and held him and dropped feather-light kisses onto his head until at last his crying stopped. “You’re sure you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked. Misaki nodded.
“You shouldn’t leave them alone in there, anyways.”
“How can I leave you when you’re so upset?” The author wiped away his tears with his thumb. What could be the matter? Does talking about Takahiro’s brother bother him that much? Why would it? “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah…Thank you, Usagi-san.” Misaki stood up, sniffling and wiping his eyes with a weak smile. Akihiko also stood, ruffling the boy’s hair.
“Okay then…” He turned and headed back to his guests. Misaki didn’t come out of the kitchen until lunch was ready, and it was time to set the table. He didn’t make eye-contact with anyone, nor was he his usual, excited, bubbly self. Without a word, he served the food as they all sat down, then he took a seat next to Akihiko. Under the table, the author reached over and placed a hand on his knee, squeezing it comfortingly before removing it and starting to eat.
“So…” Misaki asked, forcing a bright smile. “How is it?”
“It’s delicious!” Takahiro praised, grinning. “Akihiko is really lucky to have such a good cook make all his meals!”
“It’s very good,” Manami agreed. “You’ll have to give me a few pointers, now that I’m going to be a wife, soon!”
“Perfect, as always,” Akihiko added his own agreement.
“Thank you,” Misaki murmured, blushing a little.
“How did you learn?” Manami pursued.
“I had a friend teach me. I always wanted to know how to cook, but I never had the chance until I turned eight or so. Then I met this really nice woman who taught me everything I know about cooking and cleaning and sewing, and all that sort of stuff.”
“Wow, so you really like housekeeping?”
“Yeah.”
“You’d make someone a good bride,” Takahiro teased. Misaki blushed hard, remembering Akihiko’s kiss from earlier that day.
“Y-yeah…” He then went back to being silent as Takahiro, Akihiko and Manami chatted, mostly about the upcoming wedding.
“I just wish my Misaki could be there to see it,” Takahiro lamented. Suddenly, Misaki’s attention was drawn back to them and he found himself staring at Takahiro. “Do you want to come?” Takahiro asked.
“Y-yeah…I guess. I mean, I’d be honored to be invited.”
“Consider yourself invited, then.” Akihiko frowned slightly. Why is Misaki acting so weird? I mean, weird in a way that isn’t like he usually acts. “Haha, you look so much like my brother, and from what Akihiko told me, you act like him too, it would almost be like he’s there.” Before the words had fully left Takahiro’s voice, Misaki had stood up and begun collecting dishes.
“I’m going to get the dessert,” he excused himself.
“I told you not to talk about him,” Akihiko whispered. “It’s clearly upsetting him…”
“Sorry, it just popped out. I guess I wasn’t thinking.” Akihiko sighed. Misaki…I wish you’d just tell me what’s wrong…
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