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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 21, 2006 – Writer’s Journal Entry 1,124
I remember my father’s voice, stern and strong, ringing through the empty halls of my childhood home. He betrayed none of his doubts. Clear. Cold. Who does he call? It is a name I no longer recognize. “Akihiko!” Each earth-shattering syllable shakes my body, seeking to touch my heart. “Akihiko!” His voice rattles through my hollow form. “Akihiko!” Who is he calling? What name? I see my father’s face. Who is this man? He is no one. A stranger. A stranger calling out to a person that does not exist. “Akihiko!”
It has been a long time since I’ve seen my father. He and I parted on what wasn’t the best of terms. Of course, he and I never really had that father-son bond. He was always distant. When I awoke from the dream, it was Misaki calling my name, not my father. I don’t remember falling asleep, last night. It must have been close to five AM. I haven’t touched Misaki since that night, after the wedding. As much as I want to, he’s still very nervous about it. He’s so innocent. How does a boy his age not know anything about arousal or sex? He didn’t even recognize what I was doing to him before as something sexual. Maybe…maybe he doesn’t want it. He asked me if it was okay, and I said it was, but is it? If he doesn’t know what it is, if he doesn’t want that kind of relationship with me, is it okay for me to trick him into doing it, anyways? No, it’s not.
“I’m going out to the grocery store, okay?” Misaki’s voice called. Akihiko stood up and hurried out to the hall, swept up in the urgency to just see him before he left. Even though the teen went shopping at least once a week, every time he walked out the door, Akihiko was struck by the fear that he would never come back. This time a littler worse than usual.
“Wait…can I come with you?” Misaki looked like he’d just been given a pony, his whole face alighting with a huge grin.
“It would make me so happy…” he admitted, blushing.
“Hold on a moment, I’m going to get changed.” Akihiko disappeared back into his room. He was halfway to the closet before he realized that he had just wanted to get out of the house. For once, he wasn’t dragging himself out of bed and forcing his apathetic body to move. And for once, he had hope that maybe…just maybe, he could break free of his depression. Slow down, he reminded himself. Firstly, you don’t know that Misaki’s going to stay. Realistically speaking, he’ll probably move out some time. Secondly, just because on occasion the kid can get you feeling a little better doesn’t mean you’re not depressed, anymore. And thirdly, going from depressed to bipolar is really not much of an improvement.
The author went back downstairs to find himself suddenly attacked in a massive embrace that knocked them both to the ground. Misaki, for his part, did not seem to mind at all their new position, with him literally on top of the older man.
“Thank you so much for coming with me, Usagi-san! I always like spending time with you, so it makes me really glad when you do things with me.” Akihiko took a moment to get the air back into his lungs.
“Yeah, well you’re going to kill me before we even get out the door at this rate,” he teased, not that he really minded having the boy on top of him. Misaki got up, offering his hand down to his landlord, who accepted it and stood.
“Sorry. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go.” Before I lose the will to get out of the house, he added mentally, heading for the door. Misaki followed him, smiling blissfully.
They started down the sidewalk in silence, the younger trailing a step behind the older. There, away from Akihiko’s gaze, he led a small, sad smile replace his grin from before. He pressed a hand over his heart and stifled a deep sigh. Even now, Usagi-san…that bright flicker of warmth I saw in you, before, is gone. So quickly it died, he thought sadly. Every time I manage to lift your mood, a little, I keep thinking I’ve actually gotten somewhere…but I’m probably just getting my hopes up for nothing.
“Don’t fall behind,” Akihiko called, glancing over his shoulder. He thought, for a moment, that Misaki looked sad, but the next moment, the boy was grinning and catching up to him as they went into the store. They strolled through the aisles in companionable silence, both wrapped up in their own thoughts. It wasn’t until after they’d checked out with their bags in hand that the author spoke. “Why are you still here?”
“W-what? Where else do I have to go?”
“I don’t know. But what kind of person just asks to stay at someone’s place when they’ve just met them? That’s dangerous, you know.”
“And what kind of person allows just anyone to come over to their place and stay there? That’s dangerous, too. I could’ve been a thief or a psychopathic murderer.”
“You could’ve been, but I honestly didn’t care.”
“But…I could’ve killed you!”
“I know.”
“And you…didn’t care?”
“No. It’s hard to say I’m really living as it is, Misaki. If I die, it won’t matter too much. The world will continue to spin on.”
“…Don’t say things like that. It would matter a lot if you died. I would miss you – and I’m sure your family would, too.”
“I’m not so sure about that. My family has never been close – in fact, they probably don’t even know if I’m dead or alive, right now. It wouldn’t have a huge impact on their lifestyle if I were killed.”
“What about your editor? She would miss you!”
“She would miss the money I make for her and her company.” Misaki took his hand, squeezing it gently. “Calm down, kiddo. You didn’t try to kill me and I didn’t try to kill you, so no harm done, I guess.”
“You know…I’m not going anywhere, Usagi-san.” It’s like he can see straight into my heart and see all my doubts and fears…Akihiko mused. “I will stay with you forever.” Akihiko blinked and turned to stare at Misaki. Then he looked away.
“Don’t make promises like that. Forever is a long time, kiddo.” They got back to the apartment building to find a woman standing there. The second Misaki saw her, his eyes widened and he stopped walking. The woman had long black hair and sharp, obsidian eyes. Akihiko frowned slightly as she covered the distance between them and grabbed Misaki’s hand.
“You’re coming with me.” Misaki pulled back in a half-hearted attempt to get away. “Misaki.”
“Wh-why?” he asked, not even bothering to hide his distress. She glanced up at Akihiko then back down at Misaki’s face.
“What’s going on?” the author asked. “How do you know Misaki?”
“You could call me his guardian,” the woman replied.
“He’s eighteen, he doesn’t have to-”
“I have to,” it was Misaki that said this. Akihiko was shocked into silence. He’s leaving…just after what he said. “I’m sorry.” And before the older man could say anything, the woman was leading Misaki off, leaving Akihiko alone with the groceries.
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