New story YAY. Has nothing to do with my other story. New slate, new plot, new people, and best of all less complex. For those who read my other story I know I was getting too complicated and I feel like I was losing the true characters and story. So I hope you enjoy this.
Oh and I'm giving you all fair warning now. For those of you who are big Terrorist fans, YOU WILL PROBABLY HATE THIS. There's no bashing or anything like that just…well yeah don't want to give it away. If you want to give the story a try by all means go for it. Just don't say I didn't warn you.
Disclaimer: New story same author. Still belongs to Shungiku Nakamura
It wasn't supposed to end like this…
The red sports car skidded to a halt in front of the air terminal. The author jumped out of the car into the cold cloudy weather and slammed the door shut. The guard by the door yelled to him.
"Wait sir you're not supposed to park here!"
It wasn't supposed to end at all…
"Get out of my way." Usagi yelled running passed the security guard into the busy air terminal. He stopped short and looked at the board for the right flight gate.
There were never meant to fight. Not like this…
He found the flight to America, the one going to Hawaii. Gate 92, that was all the way down on the other side of the airport. Akihiko loosened his tie and began the long sprint to the gate.
If Misaki didn't move out and then take that study abroad program…
As he ran he could hear the load speaker.
"Last call for flight 297 to Hawaii. Departure will be in a few minutes." Usagi's eyes widen at the call and tried to run faster.
He shouldn't have done what he had done…
86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91…he came to a sudden stop as he saw Takahiro and his now pregnant wife Manami walking towards him. Takahiro looked up at his panting friend sadly.
"Akihiko?" His friend said cocking his eye brow.
Then they could have…
"Is he…is he…"
"Is he gone? Hai the plane just pulled out." Usagi ran to the large glass window and saw the huge plan taxi down the runway and begin to lift of the ground.
"I'm sorry Akihiko. We tried to change his mind but he really wanted to go." Misaki's older brother said placing his hand on his friends shoulder. Usagi put his hands on the cold window pane. The cold air that clung to the window did nothing to stop the sweat that trickled down the man's brow. There was nothing he could do now but wait. Wait until the younger boy could forgive him. Wait until he came back; wait until he took him back. But that would be a very long wait.
They could have still been together…
OK so how do you like my new Junjou Romantica story? I know this is short but I promise the rest will be much, much longer. I just wanted to get it out before I forgot. Finally making a new story all together and I hope you all still like.
Review kindly Onegai.