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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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July 6^th, 2006 – Writer’s Journal Entry 1,200
Glittering icy flakes, swirling, dancing, prancing, sparkling in the soft, yellow glow of the lamplights like a snow globe. Feather light, butterfly kisses tickling for only an instant before they melt on my skin. Something there struck a chord, and I, the pathetic, hopeless muse that I am, could only gawk in wonder. The sheer beauty of it froze my words in my throat, stole the breath from my lungs, and glued the soles of my shoes to the pavement. For a moment I was wholly and completely enraptured, captivated. “Oh…”but no words could come. Just, “oh.” BONG! The spell was broken as the clock chimed seven and I hurried off, hunching my shoulders against the cold, so I wouldn’t be late for work.
I remember this time…back when I was in university, when the beauty and majesty of the snow hit me over the head and left me gasping for breath at the wonder of it. In the middle of summer, here, I love thinking about the snow. Safe from it’s cold, stinging bite, I enjoy it’s shimmering glory. It has been so long since I last marveled at it. It’s like for years I have been caught in a never ending maze, stumbling around in the dark with no guide and no way out. And suddenly, it’s like it’s all dropped away, and I’m free, again.
Despite this, however, my writing has stalled out…again. I’m trying to start on my next book – no rest for the wicked, they say – and Aikawa-san is breathing down my back about getting started early on it. I told her the problem, but she just keeps arguing that it’s an excuse. Really, she’s the one that asked me to write a normal date scene into my next BL novel, but I don’t know anything about a normal date. I could ask Misaki to go on a date with me, but he’s probably still traumatized from when he discovered the BL novel, two days ago.
He stumbled across one in my room – of course, I knew he’d find out eventually – and opened it. At first, he was just shocked and confused then…well, I don’t really know. He just dropped it, his jaw hanging open, and then ran away and shut himself in his room. Yesterday, he acted like nothing was different – like he’d never heard of the BL novels, and I haven’t brought them up, yet, so I don’t know how he’s really feeling. Is he disgusted? Angry? Frightened? I think the reaction I fear most is disgust. If that’s how he feels, then no doubt that’s how he feels about the rest of our relationship, and if that’s how it is…I don’t want to go down that path.
That Sumi guy keeps hanging around. It’s bothersome. We see him almost every time we go out – and apparently Misaki sees him when he’s out on his own, too. It makes me nervous. Misaki is so trusting, but it’s obvious the man has bad intentions for him. Well, if he’s going to try to steal Misaki from me, he should think again. I will never let that happen.
“Usami-sensei! Scribbling away in that journal is not going to help you write this novel!” Aikawa-sensei snapped, combing her fingers through her bright red hair. Her scarlet lips pulled into a scowl.
“I told you, I have no experience with this scene, how am I supposed to write it?!” Akihiko snapped back, shutting his journal. Suddenly, the editor’s face lit up. “Don’t do that – it’s scary!”
“Don’t do what?”
“Look happy and eager like that.”
“Misaki-kun!” the woman sung out, and the boy came running. He smiled at her, licking batter from his fingers.
“Yes?”
“I was hoping you could do me a favor.”
“Sure! What is it?”
“I need you to go out on a date with Usami-sensei.” Misaki flushed bright red and stared, his lips parting in shock.
“W-what? Why?”
“He needs to know what it’s like to go on a real date – for this novel he’s writing.”
“Y-you mean one of those novels?” She blinked, confused.
“Yes,” Akihiko intervened, watching closely for his lover’s reaction. The boy’s face was withdrawn, brows furrowed as he contemplated deeply.
“…Alright, then. But I’ve never been on a date, before.” Aikawa launched at Misaki, hugging him tightly.
“Oh, thank you!” she cried. “And don’t worry! It’s as natural than breathing!”
“R-right…”
“You’re an angel, darling!” Akihiko couldn’t suppress a snicker at the irony of the statement. “So, I have the whole night planned out!”
“A-already?” both the author and the boarder asked. Aikawa shot them a devious grin. As if I haven’t noticed the way they look at each other, she thought. All these two need is a good push to get them into a relationship. And they’re perfect for each other!
“Yes, the aquarium, then there’s this great little restaurant, then I thought you’d go to a movie and finish by visiting the faire in town.”
“That seems like…quite a day…” Akihiko commented. “Are you sure we should do so much?” Aikawa grinned.
“Of course! Trust me, it’s perfect!”
“If you say so…”
“So, go get dressed up nicely and go on your date. It’s still morning, so you’ve got plenty of time. By the time you get done, I’ll have your whole itinerary written out.” And with that, she shoved them both upstairs to get changed. Because she was already turned around and writing down their itinerary, however, she didn’t notice that they both went into the same room. After this, there’s no way they won’t fall for each other! She gloated. Just call me the Matchmaker!
“Hey, Usagi-san…you don’t think she’s trying to get us together, is she?” Misaki asked softly as he picked out an outfit for his date. Akihiko stared for a moment. Oh…he realized. Well, she’s always been very intrusive on my life, I guess it’s only natural that she’d try to get me together with the one that lifted me out of my depression, like this…His face split into a grin, and then he burst out laughing, throwing his head back as his shoulders shook with helpless peals of laugher.
“Well,” he managed at last, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “She’s only about three months or so too late.” He leaned over and kissed Misaki’s bare shoulder as the boy changed. “You know…she’d probably faint if she knew the kinds of things that take place in this room.”
“U-Usagi-san!” the angel protested.
“Still, it was nice of her to arrange this date for us. It will be our first real date, right?” The author smirked down at his blushing angel. Then, he became serious. “Misaki…about those books…do they…upset you?”
“W-well…they’re embarrassing, but…but I…I’m not angry or anything.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no…I don’t mind…” Akihiko let out a soft sigh of relief. “I just was surprised…and the kinds of scenes you write…” Misaki’s face gave new meaning to the word red. “They’re so embarrassing and dirty. I-is that the kind of thing…you want me to do?” Akihiko sighed, chuckling.
“My love, I don’t want you to do or be anything other than what you already are. You are perfect just like this.”
“Good. I was worried you…you know…weren’t satisfied…with me.” The author laughed and shook his head, starting to choose and outfit for himself.
“You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life, Misaki.” The angel, having no response to this, just ducked his head and finished changing. By the time they got done, Aikawa was gone, leaving their itinerary on the coffee table. The older man picked it up and examined it. “Well, she’s got a busy day planned for us, so why don’t we go ahead and get started?”
“Sure. Where to, first?”
“The aquarium.” They got into the car and drove off. “Have you ever been to the aquarium?” Akihiko asked, trying to imagine what it would be like if this were a blind date with a stranger he knew nothing about.
“No. I always wanted to, but our family never had time and then…” he trailed off.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s fine, I just…it’s just weird to talk about it.” Silence loomed between them, suddenly awkward because of the new situation. Misaki’s gaze shifted over to the violet-eyed author, who was staring intently at the road. He could see it, glimmering inside him, building and forcing its way to the surface – taking over the melancholy and apathy that before had consumed him. It was bright, hot, white, searing. Desire…Lust…Hunger…is that all? A twinge of fear touched Misaki’s heart. Ever since he’d read that book – that highly over-sexualized novel – he had this nagging fear that all his lover felt was lust. Of course, he would never bring it up, and even if that’s all Akihiko felt, he would stay with the author forever. Even if it hurt, even if it broke him, he would stay with Akihiko until he breathed his last. But still…he wanted the man to love him. He wanted to know that he was needed for more than his body. Of course, the author told him all the time that he loved him – so much it was embarrassing, but words didn’t make it so, right?
“Misaki?” The angel jumped as Akihiko opened the door for him. He hadn’t noticed that they’d stopped and the older man had already gotten out. Blushing, he unbuckled and got out. “Are you okay?”
“Huh? Yeah. Just thinking.” He glanced over at Akihiko again, focusing on that brilliant heat. I can’t tell…what it is. The two of them headed into the aquarium, Misaki staring around at the tanks full of glimmering, colorful, shimmering fish and Akihiko staring at Misaki. “This is amazing!” the boy cried delightedly, pressing his hand to the glass. “They’re so beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Have you ever been here, before?”
“Yes, a few times.” He smiled and grabbed Misaki’s hand. “But this time is definitely the best.” He smirked at his lover’s furious blush.
“D-don’t say those kinds of things in public!” Before he could argue, the angel was hurrying off to see the jellyfish tank. Chuckling, Akihiko followed him. Neither noticed a certain brown-haired man lurking a bit away by the shark tank. Scowling as he watched the boy grin up at the author, Keiichi advanced a few steps. Mine.
After the aquarium, Misaki and Akihiko were scheduled to go to a nice, little café for lunch. They chose a nice, secluded little table in the patio behind the restaurant and tried to make small talk as if they were on a real date. However, neither one could really manage to eat too much. This felt so weird and unnatural. Sure it was fun, doing nice things together that they normally never did, but it felt so forced. Really, what they both wanted, though only one of them (and it’s no secret which) would admit it, for them to be in bed or on the couch or sprawled across the floor or just about anywhere else, enjoying a good romp.
“You know, Misaki,” the author began slowly. “We could ditch this…” he waved the itinerary in the boy’s face. “We could go home and enjoy ourselves…” Misaki stared for a long time, his heart sinking. So all he wants is sex? He thought despairingly. But you want it, too, a small voice inside his head reminded him. He kicked it hard in the gut and shoved it somewhere into the depths of his mind.
“No, this is to help you write that scene, remember?”
“But it isn’t working…”
“Give it a shot, Usagi-san. Aikawa-sensei worked hard on this, so we owe it to her to go through with it.”
“But we’re going to waste the whole day, like this.”
“No we won’t. Come on, what’s next?”
“A movie.” Misaki stood up.
“Let’s go, then.” Sighing, the older man obeyed. I don’t feel close to you, like this Misaki. And something’s bothering you, and I can’t tell what. I want to hold you and kiss you and make you forget all your worries, he thought sadly. But if this is what you really want…Neither of them noticed a certain journalist’s son following them, lips twisted into a frown.
The movie they ended up seeing was some awful chick-flick that neither of them wanted to see. The dialogue was bad enough to make the author roll his eyes about every other word and stifle the urge to point out just how bad it was. The plot was sappy and almost nonexistent. (A/N: a little like this story, haha) And the acting was worse than the writing. All in all, it totally sucked. This is an utter failure…both of them realized at about the same time. When they got out, Akihiko checked their schedule.
“Just the faire and then dinner,” he sighed his relief. Misaki nodded slowly. And then he takes me home and to bed. I wonder how he’ll want it today…I’m guessing slow and gentle. He glanced over at the bright light consuming Akihiko and swallowed. Again, neither of them noticed, as they headed towards faire, that they were being tailed. As they reached the fairgrounds, Keiichi cracked a malicious smile.
Misaki found this to be the best part of the day, so far. The aquarium had been kind of nice, but fish were only so interesting, so after an hour and a half of them, the novelty had worn off. But the faire was great. His hand carefully nestled in Akihiko’s, no rush to do anything, just fine walking around and seeing everything…it was wonderful. Just before they were supposed to leave, he glanced at the Ferris Wheel. Actually, he’d been looking at it for the full two hours they’d been there. Akihiko, of course, had noticed, and he chose now to say something. After all, they could have dinner late.
“Want to go on the Ferris Wheel?” he asked. “In one of my novels, there’s this little scene in one that drives Aikawa crazy.”
“U-Usagi-san!”
“Calm down. Let’s go. You’ve been staring at it this whole time. Clearly you want to go on, it so let’s.”
“O-okay, but…”
“But? Are you afraid of heights?” Now the eighteen-year-old turned to stare at him like he’s an idiot.
“Why would I be afraid of heights?” he demanded, adding in a low whisper, “I can fly.” Akihiko smiled and took him to the Ferris Wheel without replying. Honestly, in his head, it was a very romantic thing to do – even if none of the steaminess that happened in his BL novels took place. Being alone with the one you love, staring out over the city, watching the sunset…He sighed blissfully as they got into one of the capsules and sat down. Misaki stared out as they ascended, his lips parted in wonder. “Somehow…looking from heaven was never like this.”
“What was it like?” Akihiko asked.
“…Depressing.”
“What?”
“Seeing you and Nii-san struggling…writhing in your anguish and being unable to do anything. I couldn’t stand it. I wanted…so badly…to be down here…with you.” Akihiko snatched his and up and kissed it.
“When you say things like that…it makes me wonder what I did to deserve you…there’s no way…” Akihiko confessed. Misaki smiled warmly.
“I’m glad you want me.” They both returned their gazes to the city beyond the glass. At length, the ride came to an end and they got off. As they headed back to the car, hand in hand, they became aware of someone approaching them out of the darkness.
“Sumi-san? What are you doing here?” Misaki asked, his hand slipping out of Akihiko’s. The other man smirked.
“Fancy meeting you here…” His smile disappeared. “You know, it always irked me that Usami-sensei never went out without you, Misaki.”
“What are you talking about?”
“So I figured…it’s best to just get you out of the way entirely, Misaki.” Akihiko frowned. What is he saying? Is he saying it’s me he was after, all this time? “So I’ll give you an option, kiddo. Give up Usami-sensei to me or I’ll take him by force.”
“What are you saying?” the author demanded, reaching for his lover. “You can’t just take people.” Keiichi, however, grabbed Misaki and yanked him away from Akihiko.
“Sexuality first – feelings will come later. Isn’t that how you did it with Misaki?” Misaki gasped, shocked.
“That’s not true! It wasn’t like that!” He tried to pull away only for Keiichi to shove him back and whip out a gun, pointing it at him. Akihiko’s eyes widened and he lost his ability to think rationally. In an instant he was moving, pushing his way past the man holding the gun to get to his young lover. There was an ear-splitting bang and then stillness. Then…the author slumped forward, a large patch of red bleeding through the back of his shirt, just below his left shoulder. “Usagi-san!” Misaki gasped, clutching him as he slowly lowered him to the ground. The patter of feet told him the culprit had fled, but he couldn’t care less about that right now. “Usagi-san!”
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