It's you or them - 2

This is BL and has Mpreg in it
Its JR/Junjou fanfic!
Enjoy, dont like dont read
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Misaki opened the door and came face-to-face with the anxiety-ridden Usagi, who seemed to be waiting patiently for Misaki to tell him if he was ok. Misaki hated this face Usagi made; it made him feel really awful for making his dear lover worry about him for no reason. Looking at Usagi only for a second, the young boy swept past his lover and headed down the stairs and proceeded towards the table to where his food had sat for this whole time. Even though Misaki had just been violently ill, he mysteriously craved some more of it.

Within mere seconds Usagi had followed Misaki down the stairs and had already sat down at the table. He sat for a moment just looking at his beloved, before tucking into the very meal that Misaki had made. The conversation stayed quiet and short, for Usagi didn't want to say something if Misaki wouldn't and Misaki had nothing to say about the whole situation.  So in silence Misaki left for collage with only the warm hand of his lover as comfort that morning.

Xxx

"Whoa... Misaki-kun, you look awful."

Sumi-sempai, who was already sitting down in the auditorium stared Misaki up and down before moving over, symbolising that the boy should take a seat next to him.

"Wow, thanks sempai. You definitely know how to make someone feel good."

The boy sat next to his sempai. Misaki was so glad that things were no longer awkward between them and it had seemed that the whole situation with Usagi had blown over between them. He didn't know why, but Misaki beloved that Sumi-sempai hadn't just become his friend to get close to Usagi - at least that was what he hoped. Misaki had no other friends at the school, so was very much dependent on this one.

Xxx (? I can't tell if this was a scene switch or not…)

Misaki rested his head in one hand and a pen in the other, ready for the demon to appear. As the clock struck 9:00AM exactly, demon Kamijou entered the room and began his usual rant at the class for their "poor" marks in the last pop-quiz. Demon Kamijou was the kind of teacher you never wanted to ignore. The one you would always turn in you work for and your phone would always be off and on silent. All this for the simple reason that if you disobeyed ANY of his rules, you would be facing the front end of a hurtled book or stapler.

Misaki had always listened to his bad-tempered teacher ever since he had been introduced to the pain of having a book thrown at him. But at that moment in time he was still thinking about why he had felt so sick that morning. Could it have been something he ate? It could have been, but then again, Usagi should have been feeling the same since he ate exactly the same as him, if not more of it. Did that mean he could really be coming down with something bad? What if it was really serious? All these questions flooded through his normally calm mind. Worst of all: if he was ill, he would burden Usagi even more then he already was.

"Takahashi, what was the main idea behind this?"

Quickly, Misaki jolted upward in shock and nervously stared at the demon before him.

"Urm... I don't know..."

Upon Misaki saying this strangest of things happened. Demon Kamijou smiled. This terrified Misaki even more than normal. Then suddenly the demon put his hand on a nearby book and flung it at high speeds towards the young boy's face. Unable to move or dodge, it smacked Misaki dead in the face leaving a huge red mark.

"I KNEW YOU WEREN'T LISTNING TO ME! NOW GUESS WHICH IDIOT IS GOING TO SIT BEHIND AND WRITE ME A THOUSAND WORD ESSAY ON 'Why you should listen in MY class'!"

Face sore and pissed off, Misaki sat back down in complete silence as the lesson returned to normal. The rest of the lesson was particularly quiet after that incident and everyone was on best behaviour since it appeared the demon was in a really bad mood that day. As the lesson ended, Sumi-sempai patted Misaki on the shoulder in sympathy and quietly left. Finally, when everyone had left, the demon approached Misaki and slammed down three sheets of plain white paper and returned to his seat, beginning to mark some other papers that were on his desk at the front of the room.

It took Misaki two hours to finish the essay, and it mostly consisted of him explaining that Japanese literature was important, and how it was necessary that he of all people should be attentive in those lessons. In further silence, Misaki got up, collected all of his sheets, and started to walk down the stairs toward the teacher's desk. With a totally blank expression, he handed the papers to the demon and turned around to return to his bag.

Unfortunately, the sickness returned to the young boy and not only as bad as it was earlier that morning, but much worse. Misaki stopped dead in his tracks where he was, half way up the stairs. His mind went blank. His eyes clouded over.

Thud.