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The Reason	By : gaiaoftheforest Category: +G to L > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) Views: 3768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Reason
Chapter 1
   Ugh, stupid Usagi-san. Misaki rubbed his eyes wearily, pushing the vacuum back and forth over the expensive hardwood robotically. Kept me up all night. How is it humanly possible to do... that six times in one night?! And my ass is so sore, he’s just fucking lucky that it’s a weekend! That stupid rab-
   THUMP
   Misaki snapped out of his internal ranting, ears cocked curiously towards the front door. When another thump didn’t come, he shrugged, and continued pushing the vacuum, wincing as the pain in his backside flared up. Fucking Usagi-
   THUMP.
   There it is again, he thought, turning off the vacuum and winding the cord around the knobs. Probably Aikawa losing the will to live again. I should start withholding sex until he meets the deadlines, he still doesn’t know where the washer and dryer are, I can hide out there-
   He continued to muse to himself as he made his way downstairs, expecting to find a world-weary editor on the other side of the front door. He hummed the theme song from The Kan anime as he opened the door.
   Never in a million years of dreaming could he have imagined what he would find that day waiting for him on his doorstep.
   At first, he didn’t see anyone. As he furrowed his brows in confusion, he happened to look down, and had to fight to keep the bile from rising in his throat at the sight. There, huddled on the doorstep, was a half-naked woman, covered in cuts, bruises, and welts.
   Warily she looked up at him with her one good silvery-violet eye, the left one purple and swollen completely shut. Every visible inch of skin, which was a lot since she was only clad in a pair of black bikini panties and a black lace bra, was discolored from bruising. She favored her right arm, holding it close to her body, and the way it was swollen made him think it might be sprained or even broken. Her long silver violet hair pooled around her, easily hanging to her knees if she were standing.
   “Pl... please,” she croaked, licking her cracked lips with a dry tongue. “Hel... help me.”
   “Where the hell are you, you fucking bitch?!”
   Quickly Misaki yanked her up and pulled her inside, slamming the door, hearing a large body running down the hall to the apartment. He locked the door and grabbed Usagi-san’s large winter coat, draping it carefully over her. He jumped when he heard the pounding of an angry man, shouting obscenities and threats through the door.
   “Oh you stupid bitch, you’ll fucking regret this! I’ll kill you this time, you good-for-nothing slut!” The woman narrowed her eye, clutching the jacket around her tightly.
   “Usagi-san, get down here!” Misaki called, his voice hitching in fear when he heard the beginnings of the hinges giving way. “Fucking get down here, now!”
   Suddenly the door gave way under the assault, and in the doorway stood a large, portly, balding man in a custom Armani suit, clutching a gun, his face red and glistening.
   “You thought you could escape, princess?” he sneered, focusing on the woman curled on the ground. “Thought someone would give two shits to help you? I fucking own you!” he advanced on her, but paused when Misaki threw himself between him and the girl, protecting her with his own body.
   “Think you’re a big man, boy?” the man chuckled darkly. Suddenly he backhanded Misaki, throwing him to the side, the floor squealing as he skidded across. The boy clutched his cheek, pain exploding behind his eyes. He shook it off as he heard the man hitting the woman, the sickening sound of a fist hitting vulnerable flesh echoing in the large apartment.
   Usagi-san, where are you?
   Misaki pulled himself up to his feet unsteadily, teeth clenched tightly. I can’t let him keep hurting her. He threw himself at the man, shoving him away from her.
   “You little fucking fag!” he growled, his red face quickly changing to purple. He held up the gun, pointing it right at Misaki’s heart, who had placed himself between the girl and her attacker yet again. “Say goodbye, freak.”
   Usagi-san...
   CRACK
   Two things happened at the same time. The girl shoved Misaki aside at the same moment her attacker pulled the trigger. Misaki watched in horror as in slow-motion her body jerked from the impact of the bullet and fell, gracelessly, in a heap on the floor, a pool of crimson slowly spreading from the hole in her chest.
   One second later, the gunman fell as well, his eyes open and unseeing, blood pouring from a hole in the back of his head.
   Misaki scrambled from where he fell, turning the woman onto her back. A lot of her pale hair was already stained red from blood, and a thin trickle slipped from between her lips. Misaki frantically pulled off his shirt, pressing it against the bleeding wound. He barely heard Usagi drop his own gun and rush to his lover, falling heavily on his knees.
   “Are you alright, Misaki?”
   “I’m fine,” Misaki breathed heavily, trying to swallow down the nausea. His hands shook as he shoved his cell phone at Usagi. “Call an ambulance, now!” He pressed down with both hands, focusing so hard on stopping the blood so he wouldn’t have to think about how close it had been for their positions to be reversed. He brushed the hair away from her face as a distraction, and squinted hard. He knew those features...
   “Yes, we need an ambulance now! I’ve got a woman bleeding... on the...” Usagi finally noticed the face of the woman, his violet eyes wide and his grip on the phone slipping. There’s no way...
   “Sir, sir, we need your location!”
   Hastily Usagi put the phone back to his ear, barking out the address and other information for the operator. He snapped the phone shut and watched dumbly as Misaki breathed a sigh of relief, the bleeding finally slowing down. He felt her cold wrist and visibly slumped in relief when he still felt her heartbeat.
   “She’s still alive, how long for the ambulance?” When no answer came, Misaki glanced at Usagi curiously, and almost did a double-take.
   The normally stoic author who lived to tease and torment him to no end... was crying. Two rivers of tears dripped off his cheeks, the violet of his eyes rimmed in red. He reached out a shaky hand to caress the woman’s face, his eyes unblinking and unseeing.
   He knows her.
   “Usagi-san,” Misaki touched his shoulder gently. “Who is she? You know her, don’t you?”
   Usagi grasped the woman’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “She’s my sister.”

    Haruhiko watched listlessly as the board members debated the merger with another corporation, a technology firm in Osaka who was losing money in stocks. This merger could save their company and provide the Usami Corporation with the opportunity to market their new products, a smart phone that would easily outsell the iPhone.
   He frowned when he felt a buzzing in his pocket. No one ever really needed to get ahold of him outside of his advisors at the architecture school and his father, and very few dared to text him during a board meeting. He discreetly pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the text message.
   It’s Akihiko. I found her. She’s at Tokyo General.
   Haruhiko froze, his eyes locked on the screen. I found her.
   He found her.
   He found her.
   Quickly he stood, startling his father and the board members. “Mr. President, members of the board, I must excuse myself, there is a... situation that has arisen that I must attend to.” He strode out the door, ignoring the protests of his father and the board members.
   Finally. FINALLY.
   “Yes, bring the car around, we’re going to Tokyo General.”
   I will never let that bastard make you leave again.

    Misaki winced as Nowaki placed an ice pack on his swollen and bruised cheek. “I’m sorry Takahashi-kun.”
   “No, it’s ok Kusama-sensei. He got me harder than I thought, I guess.”
   “You did take quite a hit,” Nowaki sighed, his dark eyes clouded and worried. “Just keep that ice on it and the swelling should go down. He didn’t break the cheekbone which is good, so I’ll give you some painkillers and the bruising should be gone in a few days.” He handed the boy a bottle of prescription strength painkillers, two which he popped and swallowed quickly with a grimace. “Is Hiro-san with Usami-san?”
   “Yeah, I guess Kamijou-sensei knew her, too.” Misaki’s eyes clouded, remembering the tears that didn’t stop until the ambulance arrived at the hospital. “Usagi-ani should be here soon, too.”
   Nowaki sighed, knowing, with good reason, that his lover would be spending many hours at the ICU today instead of resting at home after spending days and sleepless nights grading his midterms. “Well, you’re good to go. If you could tell Hiro-san that I’ll be done in an hour and meet him when I get changed, I’d appreciate it.”
   Misaki nodded and hopped off the examination table, which if hanging off that didn’t make him feel short enough, then standing next to the exceptionally tall Nowaaki certainly did. The pleasant pediatrician, who had led him to a room as soon as he had arrived in the ambulance to take care of his cheek, waved as he left, watching with sad eyes. He couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to find your sister in such a condition, and for the first time, he felt, to his everlasting guilt, glad that neither he nor Hiro-san had any siblings to worry over.
   Misaki clutched the ice pack in his hand, walking quickly to the intensive care unit pointed out to him by a nurse. Normally, they wouldn’t allow anyone who wasn’t family to be in the waiting room, but after a hard glare and a barked order from Usagi-san, they scrambled to accommodate the Usami family.
   Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the tall, harried figure until he almost collided with them. Strong hands stopped him before the crash, and he looked up into the worried eyes of Usami Haruhiko.
   “Where is she?” he asked, breathless. It was obvious he’d run from the entrance trying to find out where they had placed his sister.
   “In the ICU, I’m heading there now, it’s just past this nurses’ station.” They walked side by side in silence, until Haruhiko stopped Misaki with a hand on his shoulder.
   “Misaki, before we go inside... how did my brother find Miyako?” His eyes looked weary and tortured, and despite the rocky way their relationship had begun, Misaki had never felt so much pain for the man.
   He explained as quickly as possible, beginning with finding her and ending with her taking the gunshot meant for him. Haruhiko’s eyes widened, completely speechless.
   “The police said they won’t be arresting Usagi-san as long as the fingerprints match our story,” he added softly. “They took that man’s body-”
   “Her husband,” Haruhiko spat hatefully. “They were married ten years ago, when she wasn’t even in high school.”
   Misaki tried to process that. A young teenage girl, just barely entering womanhood, married off. No doubt it was Fuyuhiko’s idea. “How old is she?”
   “She’ll be twenty-four in two weeks,” Haruhiko sighed quietly. “Akihiko and I, we were looking for three years before I... I gave up. Father would never tell us who she married, just that she was well and he spoke to her often.” She’s not much older than me. It’s amazing she survived ten years of that kind of abuse.
   “Well, knowing your father, I don’t doubt he was lying.” Misaki didn’t even have the energy to feel appalled at having insulted his lover’s father, and Haruhiko was too frazzled to really notice. They entered the clear sliding doors, side-by-side.
   Hiroki stood with his arms crossed next to Usagi, glancing up at the entrance of the two men with relief. He nodded when Misaki relayed Nowaki’s message and took one of the many seats lined up along the wall.
   “What have the doctors said?” It was the first exchange the two brothers had had since Misaki had rejected Haruhiko at Marukawa two years prior. Akihiko quietly updated his brother on the status of their sister.
   The gunshot wound had miraculously missed her heart, but there had still been significant blood loss, and with her compromised immune system from the years of abuse, she was stable but in no way out of danger. Anyone could see her if they wanted, but the next forty-eight hours would be crucial.
   Haruhiko nodded and immediately headed into the room where his sister lay in critical condition, and Misaki sat heavily next to Usagi, pressing the melting ice pack against his cheek. Usagi took his hand tightly, and Misaki didn’t have the heart to protest.
   Poor Usagi-san and Usagi-ani. It’s obvious how much they love their sister. If she’s anything like them, I’d like to meet her, for real. The way Haruhiko-san and Usagi-san talk about her, she must be amazing. He winced, remembering the reason why she was in the hospital in the first place. And I need to thank her, for saving my life. If Usagi-chichi was here, I don’t know what I’d do. I feel like I’d love to hit him.
   “Well, where is she?” Hiroki was the first to look up and rolled his eyes, giving an obvious snort of disgust. Speak of the devil and he will appear, with a posse.
   In the doorway stood Usami Fuyuhiko, flanked by two of his bodyguards, wearing sunglasses and still as imposing as ever. However, he was significantly less imposing and more infuriating with the information that he was responsible for the state of the woman in the other room. Misaki narrowed his eyes, having long ago left his feelings of intimidation by this man.
   “Why does it matter? You won’t get to see her.” Usagi growled, standing from his chair, his violet eyes promising murder.
   “I am her father, Akihiko. I have a right to see her.”
   “You gave up the right to her life when you sold her!” Akihiko leapt at his father, hands clenched, and it took quick thinking by both Hiroki and Misaki to grab the large man and pull him back from beating the ever living shit out of his father.
   “You’re a bastard, you know that? You’ve ruined all of your children’s lives! You sold your daughter, alienated Haruhiko, and manipulated me for too long! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave!”
   “Usagi-san, please, you have to calm down or the hospital will kick you out!” Misaki pleaded with his lover, tugging him back to his seat.
   “That’s right, Akihiko, listen to your common little gold-digger. Consequently, Takahashi-kun, I hear that you’re the reason my daughter is in the hospital. Truly your life has become quite the irritation to me.”
   Misaki couldn’t keep the anger bottled up anymore at these words, but before he could reply to Usagi-chichi’s hurtful accusations, someone else had grabbed the front of the president of Usami Corporation’s collar.
   And decked him with all his might.
   Haruhiko rained punches down on his father, feeling satisfaction at the feeling of his jaw giving way. His two lackeys pulled him off, and he smirked dangerously as his father spit blood on the hospital floor.
   “What has gotten into you?” Fuyuhiko gasped, accepting an arm from his bodyguard to help him up.
   “You haven’t seen her, father,” Haruhiko snarled. “I talked to her doctor. She’s been abused in every way ever since you shipped her off like a prize cow ten years ago! Bones have broken and never reset properly, some of the bruising is permanent, and there is so much damage to her vaginally,” he spat, taking satisfaction at the shock on his father’s face, “that they’re almost sure that children will never be a possibility. She’s possibly dying right now because of you, not Misaki. You sold her off to the highest bidder and you gave her to a man who beat her and passed her around to his business friends,” everyone gasped at this. “The only disgusting monster here is the one bleeding pathetically in front of me!”
   “Enough!” the dark voice of Dr. Kusama rang over Haruhiko’s tirade, silencing the heaving man. “Usami-sama,” he glared at Fuyuhiko, “You’re banned from the ICU until further notice. It’s obvious that your presence is only upsetting the family of the patient.”
   “You can’t make that call!” Fuyuhiko snarled, his sunglasses sliding down his nose.
   “Actually, as Usami-san’s new physician, yes I can. I’ve taken over her case and I refuse to allow anything or anyone near her that will hinder her recovery. You are a hindrance, please leave.” Nowaki watched stonily as the man stood up to his full height.
   “You’ll be very sorry, Kusama-kun, when I talk to your superior.”
   “Since he’s the one who put me on as the physician for this case, I’d love to hear what he’ll have to say about it.” Even though he knew it wasn’t the time or the place, Hiroki was sure he had never been so turned on by his lover before.
   Fuyuhiko turned and left without a word, taking most of the tension with him. Nowaki took a look at Haruhiko’s knuckles, calling over a nurse.
   “Unfortunately, Usami-san, because you did attack someone on hospital grounds, I’ll have to ask you to leave, but only for tonight. You can come back tomorrow morning as early as you want, though, and there are no visitor’s hours in the ICU, so you can all stay as long as you want.” Haruhiko nodded stonily, not happy that he would have to leave his sister so soon after seeing her again after ten years, but glad that his exile was only for one night. “Go to the nurses’ station, they’ll fix up your hand.”
   “I’ll call you if anything changes,” Usagi said softly. He stood and faced his older brother, and after a moment, reached out his hand. The two shook, emotionless, and Haruhiko turned and left the ICU.
   Misaki sighed, feeling boneless after so much drama. He sank into the seat, readying himself for a long night with no sleep. He felt Usagi pull him to rest his head on his shoulder, and unwillingly closed his eyes, succumbing to the exhaustion that sapped all of his energy.

   “How could you bring your bastard here?!” Miyako flinched, covering her ears, tears streaming down her face. She bit her lip as the piercing voices of her arguing parents still pierced through her hands into her ears.
   “Be quiet you lush! The children will hear you!” Fuyuhiko’s voice hissed. Miyako sniffled, squeezing her eyes shut even tighter, hoping to somehow drown out the hurtful words from her hiding place behind the bookcase.
   “What do I give a fuck for those little monsters? The only reason I had those two was because you made me!”
   “Yes, well it was my luck that one of the two times a year we have sex we happened to have a child!”
   Miyako drew her knees to her chest, trying to find some peace in the angry, pain-filled world she lived in. She opened her eyes, sniffling loudly, and noticed a figure huddled on the other side of the library, pale and shaking.
   She’d only met her older brother earlier that day,, when her Oto-san presented him to the family. Her mother had fumed and stomped, demanding that he send the child somewhere else, but was only met with stony silence. She screamed, knocking Miyako and Akihiko aside and ordered the limo to take her to her favorite watering hole.
   Now her Onii-san, what she called him in her head, was hiding in a corner, just like her, knees drawn to his chest and shaking. Miyako slowly uncurled herself from the fetal position, a too familiar position she often took in this room when trying to escape her parents. She crawled across the expensive Oriental rug, stopping right in front of the bespectacled boy with his dark hair and dark hair, looking so different and yet so similar to her.
   Slowly she cupped her hands over his ears, causing him to jerk and look up, red-rimmed eyes staring a her, filled with fear and sadness. The little girl smiled sadly, and pressed her hands harder.
   “I’m so sorry, Onii-san,” she whispered, not caring if he heard. “I hate it here, too. But I love you, and maybe someday you, me, and Nii-chan can be a family all by ourselves.”

   I remember that. That was the first time we ever had to comfort each other when my parents were screaming at each other. Not long after, Nii-chan joined us, and we started hiding in the library with the books, reading them and hiding away in fantasy. We had to escape, escape that life of hypocrisy and hurt.
   I feel like I should wake up, but I... I can’t. I can’t wake up yet, not until I see it all again. I have to find myself again, find Miyako, not the wife, the whore, or the daughter, but just me.
   I hope I find it soon. I don’t think there’s much time left.
A/N: And there’s chapter 1! This is a new series I’m doing called “Reason”, and it’s my first Junjou Romantica series. I’m pretty stoked about this, because this is going to a much darker place than any of my other fics, and it’s a challenge for me because I hate describing darker themes like rape and torture. But I’ll be delving deep into Miyako’s past and we’ll see how her brothers helped her get through. Read and review if you like it!
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