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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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- 4
April 19, 2006 – Writer’s Journal Entry 1,122
Despondency suited him. Draping his lean, lanky limbs over the couch, despair settled on him like a morning dew. It coated a thin sheen over his near-translucent skin, clung in droplets to his eyelashes, and slid down his long hair like pearls on a string. Really, absolute misery made him beautiful. His body, so fragile, like fine china, blue veins lacing just under pale, alabaster. Obsidian eyes glazing with utter anguish, petal-soft lips pulled down at the corners, just slightly, pale throat exposed in full as he leaned his head back over the arm of the couch. Deaf and blind to the world around him, he lay there steeped in his wretchedness and waited for the end of the world…
Akihiko stopped writing. He usually tried to write at least a page or so before stopping, but he just didn’t have it in him. Besides, he thought, glancing at the clock. It read 5:50 PM. I should get ready to go to the wedding. He stood up and shut his journal.
“Usagi-san?” Misaki called through the door a moment before opening it. Akihiko was still in bed, his lamp his only source of light. Misaki gingerly picked his way through the room to the window and opened the curtains. Akihiko groaned, shielding his face. “It’s really sunny out. You could probably use the Vitamin D.” He’s right, Akihiko admitted. But that didn’t mean he wanted the window’s open. The boy now made his way to the bed and sat down on the edge. “You should probably get up and get ready to go.” Akihiko mumbled his agreement, flopping his face back down into the pillow. “Usagi-san…”
“Give me a kiss and I’ll get up.” Silence. They still hadn’t talked about that kiss Akihiko had given Misaki four days ago. Then, he felt a pair of soft lips press against his temple.
“Usagi-san, you really need to get up, now…” Akihiko forced his complaining body out of bed, rubbing his eyes.
“Fine, fine! Happy? I’m up.”
“No…I’m not happy…” Akihiko turned around, startled, to find Misaki right in front of him. The boy hugged him. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why?”
“I…I keep failing to make you happy. I really…I really wanted…to cheer you up…” Akihiko smiled sadly.
“You do, Misaki…you make me happy.” He knew the words sounded completely fake, and they were a bit of a stretch, but Misaki had improved his quality of life in many ways. For instance, he’d stopped cutting when Misaki moved in – first just because he was afraid of being caught and then because he felt the desire slowly…slowly ebbing away. There were days, of course, when he was still tempted, but then Misaki would come in with the biggest smile like he was honestly glad to see him, and he imagined the way that face would fall if he ever find out, and he would decide not to, at least for that day. He felt tears seep through his shirt. “Don’t cry.”
“I-I’m so sorry…” Misaki released him, wiping his eyes. Akihiko ruffled his head.
“Okay, I’m going to go get ready. You should too.”
“Yeah.” Akihiko walked off to the bathroom to shower and change. By the time he was ready to go, Misaki was already waiting at the door, eyes on the clock. He was wearing a pale blue button up shirt with a dark blue tie and black dress pants. Akihiko suppressed the urge to chuckle – or drool – he couldn’t figure out which was more appropriate.
“Don’t you look all grown up?” he muttered, ruffling Misaki’s hair. The teen pouted in a very adorable way.
“I am grown up! I’m eighteen, you know!”
“Yeah. I know.” Akihiko did chuckle, now. “Come on.” They went downstairs to the parking lot and got in the car.
“Hey, they’re getting married in a church, right?”
“That’s what the invitation says…”
“Is the cemetery where Takahiro-san’s family is buried near there?”
“I think so, why?”
“I just…I was just curious. It seems like a sad place to get married.”
“Well, his family died ten years ago, I think he’s probably come to terms with it.” Misaki nodded pensively.
“I wonder if they have.”
“What?”
“Well, I mean…I don’t think people just…disappear when they die…I mean…they probably at least get the choice…to watch over the ones they love. Or maybe the duty is thrust upon them unwillingly. I-I don’t know…I feel like…it would be harder to get over it…if you’re the one that died.”
“Once people die, they’re…well, dead, Misaki.”
“I know that! I just…” Misaki sighed. “Never mind.” They arrived at the wedding and went in to sit at their seats in the front of the chapel and wait for the ceremony to start. Takahiro flashed Akihiko a smile right before the music started. All eyes turned to the back as the doors opened and Manami, walking beside an older man that must have been her father, started down the aisle. She was gorgeous, dressed in a long, flowing white gown, her light brown hair done up in curls, her eyes alight with joy. The bouquet in her hands trembled as her hands shook with nervousness and excitement, but by the time she reached the altar, they had stilled completely. She gazed confidently up at Takahiro, smiling brilliantly.
Hah…these poor, ignorant fools, Akihiko thought. Do they not know that this sort of perfect happiness never lasts? He forced a smile. Well, at least it will be nice for a while…I should just be happy for him. Why do I have to feel so crappy when I should just be glad he’s got a good life? Some lover I am…some best friend…He felt a hand link with his and squeeze gently. Misaki was still staring ahead at the wedding, as if he’d unconsciously taken Akihiko’s hand, but he when he noticed Akihiko staring at him, he glanced sideways and offered the man a small, sad smile, letting him know this wasn’t the case.
At last, the two were pronounced man and wife and shared a kiss before heading back down the aisle together. The guests all got up, following out to the yard where they were having the reception. Akihiko approached Takahiro.
“Congratulations!” He hugged Takahiro briefly then shook Manami’s hand. His friend grinned.
“Thanks, Akihiko. You know, one day, I’d like to go to your wedding. You should really get out a little bit. Meet some people, you know.”
“Yeah, well…” Akihiko laughed dismissively. Then, suddenly, he realized the lack of Misaki’s presence. He looked around and didn’t see him. “Excuse me, it seems I’ve misplaced Misaki…” he excused himself, walking off, frowning.
Misaki wandered among the graves until he at last came to the one he wanted. Takashi Misaki: born August 2, 1988, died May 10, 1996, beloved son and younger brother. He fell to his knees and reached out, his fingertips brushing the gravestone. There were fresh flowers on the grave. Did Takahiro come before the wedding and put them there? How often does he take time to bring flowers? Does it matter? Maybe it’s better…if he doesn’t. He exhaled deeply. Yes, it would be better…to move on.
“Misaki!” a voice called. “There you are. What are you-?” Akihiko stopped talking when he realized what grave they were at. “What are you doing here?”
“I was told I was like him, I just thought…I don’t know. I just wanted to see it.” Misaki blinked back tears.
“If it’s upsetting you, you shouldn’t come here.” Misaki stood and turned around, flinging his arms around Akihiko and burying his head in his shoulder.
“I know,” he whispered. “I know I shouldn’t. I just…wanted to see it…”
“Why?”
“I…just did.”
“Come on…let’s go back to the wedding.” Misaki nodded and they returned. However, it was not long before they left, again, headed home.
“Are you okay, Usagi-san?” Misaki asked as they drove home.
“Yeah.”
“You really loved him, didn’t you?”
“I-I never said that…”
“I know you didn’t, but I can tell.” Akihiko sighed and nodded.
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“Ten years. We met right before the car accident.”
“…Oh.”
“Of course, we didn’t get close until after the accident, really, but still…I think I fell in love with him pretty early on. But he’s married now, so…that’s the end of it.”
“I’m sorry. That’s…well…it’s very cruel…for him not to even notice…”
“It’s life.” Misaki sighed as Akihiko pulled to a stop and they got out.
“Are you going to try to sleep tonight?”
“Probably not.”
“Please try! You look exhausted!” The author shrugged halfheartedly. Misaki hung his head. Why do I keep failing to help him? he wondered, frustrated. What else can I do? He went up to the bathroom and got ready for bed. He lay down, thinking about what to do for a long while. But nothing came to mind. I have to do something! “Usagi-san!” he called from his bedroom door.
“Yes?” the author asked, coming up the stairs. “What is it?”
“Um…I…I…um…” he trailed off.
“What is it?”
“I had a nightmare.”
“Oh, are you okay?”
“Y-yeah…I was just…um…I didn’t…want to be alone.” Akihiko seemed stunned for a moment then he smirked.
“Are you inviting me into your bed, Misaki?” he purred. The innocent boy nodded, wide-eyed. He’s so adorably clueless! Akihiko inwardly marveled. He placed his hands on Misaki’s shoulders and then steered him backwards to the bed.
“Th-thank you, Usagi-san.” Maybe…maybe he’s just lonely at night and it will help him sleep if I’m with him. At least this way, he’ll try.
“You’re saying you want me to sleep with you, right?” Why is he asking all these questions?
“Yes.” Akihiko suppressed a chuckle. (A/N: Poor, oblivious Misaki! He’s so innocent!) He ducked his head and nuzzled Misaki’s neck.
“You know…you’re too cute for your own good. And how you remained this innocent…I have no clue, but it’s really just too adorable,” he whispered breathily.
“U-Usagi-san? W-what are you doing?” Misaki asked, leaning back a bit. When Akihiko crawled up onto the bed, he scooted back.
“Sleeping with you.”
“Um…but…here, you can lie down here.” Misaki scooted over on the bed so there was room for both of them. Akihiko lay down next to him and wrapped his arms around him. Misaki smiled. “Thank you Usagi-san.”
“Mhmmm.” After a moment, Misaki gasped.
“U-Usagi-san! What are you doing?” Akihiko had slipped his hand up under Misaki’s shirt. He kissed the back of the boy’s neck, his hand moving further upward, pushing up the shirt as it went. “Your hands are cold!”
“Warm them up.”
“Usagi-san…what are you doing?” Just how sheltered was this kid? Does he seriously not get where I’m headed with this?
“It’s just touching. Do you mind?”
“…N-no, I guess not. I was just surprised.” Akihiko’s fingers found one of Misaki’s nipples and pinched. “H-hey!” Misaki gasped. “W-what was that for?”
“You’re just so irresistible.”
“Aki…hiko-san…I…I don’t understand what you’re doing but you’re scaring me.” Akihiko pulled his hands away and rolled Misaki around to face him.
“Misaki…you really don’t get it do you?”
“I-I know it must sound stupid, but I really don’t…get it.”
“Misaki. I love you. Somewhere along the way, you made me fall for you…somehow.”
“W-wait you mean…?”
“Yes, Misaki.” He sealed their mouths in a firm kiss. Misaki was frozen in shock and confusion. What do I do? What do I do? This is not…not what I thought would happen? He felt teeth bite down on his lip and gasped, allowing Akihiko’s tongue into his mouth. Is this…is this bad? And yet he found himself being swept away despite his doubts. He opened his mouth a little wider and responded with his own tongue. What am I doing? He wondered, his eyes falling shut. But this…this can’t be wrong…maybe this…is what needed to happen…all along. He moaned softly, his arms moving to wrap around the author’s neck. At last, Akihiko drew away when the need for air became too much.
“Usagi…san? Is this…okay?”
“Yes, Misaki. This is fine.” This time, it was Misaki that initiated the kiss, placing his lips tentatively over Akihiko’s for a quick, chaste caress.
“I don’t know…anything about this. So you’ll have to teach me,” he admitted. Akihiko nodded and kissed him again, hungrily. The boy clung on for dear life, whimpering softly into his mouth until he drew back and started to kiss down his jaw and neck. “U-Usagi-san? Can we stop here tonight?” Akihiko sighed but relented. I don’t really want to scare him, besides I’m feeling kind of…sleepy, so I should probably…take advantage of that. He nodded and lied down next to him, wrapping him in his arms. Misaki kissed his brow. “Goodnight, Usagi-san.”
“Goodnight.”
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