It's You or them - 5

This is a JR/ Junjou Romantica Fan fiction! i do not own junjou or any of the characters
this Is BL dont like dont read
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Its simple
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He didn't know how long he stood there, watching the street, but it seemed like hours. Rain started to beat down on his head as he mulled over what had just happened. Misaki had run away. He thought of going after his lover but he stopped himself. What was the point? He thought. Even if he dragged him back there, he would just leave again. Misaki left of his own accord and he wasn't going to come back. After that, his face mimicked the sky and his own raindrops began to fall.

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The young man ran and ran without looking back. His feet ached and started to bleed. Misaki had run out of the condo so fast he hadn't put his shoes on and now he was wishing he had. But worse than his feet, his heart burned. He thought Usagi of all people would be the one to listen to him and understand him. Maybe he thought wrong. He just couldn't bear the thought that Usagi was going to force him to get rid of his only chance at the family he had dreamed of. To him, leaving was the only choice.

Suddenly the teen collided with the floor, skidding along, scraping down his hands and legs. For a brief moment he just stayed there on the floor, without the strength to even get up. His heart throbbed so much more than his legs and hands right now, and he couldn't really think of a worse pain. Eventually he got up and once again without thinking, his legs moved and he began to run again.

After what seemed like years of running, the teen's feet could take no more. Misaki collapsed into a heap on the floor in the corner of a street and wrapped his arms around his knees. His head sank as far as it could to hide itself from reality. Tears continued to swim down his red cheeks and his thoughts took over his mind.

"Hello, are you ok?"

Misaki looked up too see a giant of a man leaning over him. His hair was jet black and his eyes shined like glimmering tropical pools. Those eyes looked at him with pity and worry. Misaki didn't want to burden anyone, let alone a complete stranger, so the teen nodded unenthusiastically, but the man wasn't convinced.

"If you were ok, you wouldn't be sitting here, and you wouldn't be crying"

The tall man handed him a tissue to wipe the tears away from his rosy red cheeks and bent down to his height. For a moment he just watched the boy, but soon a huge smile spread across his face.

"Cheer up, now. Would you like to come with me and get a hot drink? You must be freezing."

The teen stared at the dark-haired man for a while. He looked kind, but because of many incidents he had had in the past, he was very cautious of him. He even wondered if it was best just to ignore the man, but there was just something about him that mad him so friendly.

"It's okay. As a doctor, I can't just leave you here to freeze."

The man stood up and stretched out his hand, and the teen decide to take the chance of following the strange man, rather than risk him and his future children by staying out in the cold all night, and he took his hand. As he got up he remembered how he had left the house in such a rush, he hadn't even put his shoes on and his socks were now shredded. Not only that, but his feet felt like they were also sliced to shreds and it felt as though he was walking on spikes.  The tall man seemed to notice this however, and sighed.

"Come here, I'll carry you."

The teen looked to the floor and at his feet and then decided that it would be best if he was, although he didn't really want to burden this man. The man's strong arms wrapped around the boy and carefully lifted him into the most comfortable position: princess style. The boy blushed tomato-red as he was lifted, but then suddenly he realised how the arms felt exactly like Usagi's arm and suddenly his personal black and white silent movie began playing before his eyes.

"I though he left already?"

Usagi lifted the teen up, holding him carefully and most lovingly in a princess hold. Maybe it was because he was concussed, but he didn't get embarrassed, nor did he hate it. The grey-haired man turned to his hated older brother and glared him down.

"I don't believe I ever spoke up before, no mater what you stole away from me. But I will not let you take him. Don't make me get seriously angry."

At that moment not only could one feel the tension in the air; it was so thick you could see it. But his older half-brother seemed to be unaffected by it all. Instead he seemed to just calmly speak, with a slightly hateful tone,

"What are you saying?"

"This is what I'm saying!"

At that precise moment Usagi pressed his enraged lips to Misaki's, sealing the words he had just spoken.  Everyone just stared, as the purpled-eyed man tenderly kissed the teen. Misaki's heart raced so fast he felt like it was going to explode, before he realised everyone was still watch and staring.

"Bastard, what the hell...!"

And without a further word said, Usagi turned on his heel and walked away, carrying the teen away with him.

At that time, Usagi came for him when he needed him most. At that time he refused to let anyone take him away from him.  But this time he had let go, with so much ease. Tears began to well up in his eyes again and he couldn't stop them from flowing over. The warmth of the man's arms and his scent continued to remind him of his lover's own arms. The teen relaxed and felt safe within these arms as he drifted slowly off to sleep.

****

Thwack.

The pen re-bounded of the wall like a rocket and proceed to smack Hiroki in the face. With a sour look he glared at the papers he was marking. How can they be so stupid? he asked them to write a simple report and this was the rubbish he had to mark. For a second, the demon closed he eyes and took a deep breath before glancing casually at the clock

"Nowaki, should have finished his shift by now..."

As he said that just like clockwork, the teacher heard the key turn in the lock and the scuffle of feet on the floor. Quickly Hiroki picked up the pen he had been using and took his eyes back to his work. That was one of the things he would hate for his lover to find out - that he always watched the clock for him. How embarrassing.

"I'm home."

"Welcome back..."

Hiroki turned his head round and saw his lover beckoning to something behind him. The teacher knew that Nowaki would often bring sick puppies home because he couldn't bear to see them out there cold and alone. But this was different. Nowaki had brought home a kid this time and although he looked the same as the puppies, sad and dishevelled, it was different because he knew him.

"Takahashi? Weren't you supposed to go to the hospital?"

"You know him?"

Misaki stood very still and looked at the floor. Who would have guessed that he would be going to his teacher's house, let alone that he was gay and was living with a lover too. The teen felt very unconformable and had a feeling something was to be thrown at him soon.

"Yes, he's one of my students. Don't tell me you've run away from home? What has that idiot done now?! Nowaki, hand me the phone."

Suddenly, Misaki looked up and ran in front of Nowak and the phone.

"Please, don't call him. Please."

Misaki pleaded that he wouldn't ring Usagi. At the very least, Usagi was the last person he wanted to see right then, and he couldn't bear to look at him at the moment. The sight of him would only bring the teen to tears.

"FINE! But I'm ringing him tomorrow. Takahashi, go clean yourself up. Men don't cry."

Hiroki pointed his hand towards the bathroom. Misaki quickly nodded, realising tears had begun to run down his face again and began to walk slowly into the bathroom.

Misaki grabbed a dry towel and started to rub his face vigorously before just dropping it and peering at himself in the mirror. Even though he'd rubbed his face hard enough that it could well as destroyed the baby-soft skin on his face; it was still obvious that the red rings around his bloodshot eyes screamed his despair. His hands and knees were still shredded and streaming with blood. He raised his hands and covered his eyes, scraping them down his dishevelled face.  

How could it end like this?