Why am I writing about a crazy Misaki you ask? Well because I read a fanfic with a murderer Misaki in it and discovered I have a bit of a fetish for Killer Misaki.

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica, all rights belong to Shungiku Nakamura.

Story title: Misaki's Secret

Author: Annabel Newman

"Talking"

'Thinking'

If there are any Higurashi fans out there, you might like to know this crazy personality I gave Misaki is inspired by Shion Sonozaki.

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Let's begin, shall we?

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Misaki backed up against the wall as Fuyuhiko's fist connected with his chin. He coughed and doubled over as he felt something hot and thick begin to ooze out of the corner of his mouth.

"You. . . all you do is cause trouble. No one needs you! You have no meaning here. You are a burden is the world; and accident of nature!" Fuyuhiko spat, roughly grasping Misaki's face in between his calloused hands. Now tears were streaming gently down Miaski's face as he apologized.

"I-I'm. . . sorry. . ." Misaki struggled to whisper out, as Fuyuhiko's hands were now wrapped around his neck, squeezing the life out the young boy. 'Fuyuhiko is right', Misaki thought, 'no one needs me. Some one like me should just die!'

Suddenly, he remembered images of Akihiko flooded his mind. Misaki remembered the author's words he had once told him, "If you don't want to be a burden to me, stay by my side." Akihiko wanted Misaki.

The teen gritted his teeth and groped around the kitchen counter until his hand found the handle of something. He removed his hands from Fuyuhiko's , which were still choking him, and lifted the object behind the older man so he could see what it was. When he saw the glare of a blade, he knew he had found what he was looking for.

Fuyuhiko was not aware of Misaki's weapon behind him, and thought he had simply lost the strength to fight back and was near death. A small smile played across his lips and he began to speak.

"You see, Misaki-kun, your problem is that you are too conceited. You only care about yourself, and you don't realize the effects your actions have on others. You are too absorbed in yourself to notice you are causing suffering and misery."

Misaki closed his eyes and and took a gasped as Fuyuhiko's deathly grip tightened. He trembled in anticipation. Misaki tried to sound out, "I suppose so. . . but should take your own advice, Fuyuhiko-san. . ." Misaki raised the knife above Fuyuhiko's head. Adreniline was pumping wildly through his veins.

He inhaled deeply as Fuyuhiko let go, for Fuyuhiko's body petrified with fear as he raised his head to see the tip of a blade. Misaki saw the fear in his eyes, and dropped his doubts of killing the man when he remembered the hatred that had formerly been in his eyes.

"You also. . . are conceited. You are also causing misery and suffering. The world doesn't need people like you either!!" Misaki exhaled and brought down the blade on Fuyuhiko's head. Blood spattered Misaki's face and shirt. He slid the knife out of Fuyuhiko's skull with a satisfying shlick and repeated his action. He grunted as he let out all his hatred for Akihiko's father, and it felt exhilirating to have complete power over them. He kept stabbing Fuyuhiko until the older man fell limp and collapsed into the red floor. More blood pooled beneath him and Misaki began to shake rather violently as he dropped the knife to the kitchen floor.

He stared at his dripping hands in apallment of what he had just done.

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Soooooo, how was it? You will find out what lead to this bloody performance later on. How is Misaki going to dispose of the body? What will he tell Akihiko? Has Misaki caused his own downfall? If you want answers, review! If I can get 5 reviews I will update.