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Thank you all so much to everyone who read, it means a lot to me. Again: in this chapter, Misaki will be a reflection of myself, so he may seem very OOC, but this is my fic so that's okay! The point of view will also be from Misaki the whole time. This may be a bit more heart breaking than I intended, but hey, the worse they are in the beginning the more overly romantic they are in the end (I can't wait to right that part!) So, here we are.

Warning: Yaoi, male x male, sexual situations, self-harm

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money off of them; they strictly belong to the Junjou Romantica series.

Chapter Two: Fearful Escape

Misaki

As quietly as I could, I crept up the stairs to Usagi-san's office door. I paused taking a deep breath to steady myself before placing my hand on the door handle; I had to face him.

After thinking through what could happen, I decided this could wait. I settled to knock on the door lightly three times, quietly enough to be considered nervous yet loud enough so I knew he could hear it.

After this I sprinted myself down the hall to 'my room'. I hardly ever used it anymore for sleeping. I slept in Usagi-san's room nearly every night. Locking the door behind me, I backed against it and let my knees buckle under me, my back sliding down the smooth surface. As much as I wanted to confront him on what was going on I knew I wouldn't have the courage too. I was never the brave one, after all; Usagi-san always took care of things so I wouldn't have too.

I felt a bit guilty about not going down to eat with him, but it seemed to me that he didn't want me there. I suppose the very least I could to was respect what he wished, it was his house. I know eventually I need to figure out why he's acting like this. I need to figure it out so I can change it, so Usagi-san can smile when he looks at me, so he's happy. There wasn't much I could do but sit there with my head on my knees an think about what I had done to make my… lover… not want me anymore, but for the life of me I couldn't see a reason.

I heard Usagi-san's door open and his large feet pad down the stairs to retrieve the food I had left on the table for him, he must have seen it from the landing. I couldn't face him. I couldn't let him see me like this. I felt so guilty; I couldn't hold back the tears that, to my own protest, gently started to roll down my face.

Akihiko

Three light taps to my door brought me out of my daze. Could Misaki really want to talk to me? Did he have good news? Did he miss me? Did he want things to go back to how they were?

These thought consumed me and I nearly flew across the room to ling open the door. I stopped, however, my hand resting on the handle. This was then I heard a timed whimper and light footsteps pounding down the stairs followed by a slamming door. I pushed on the handle in my palm and stepped from the room onto the landing. The air smelled divine, Misaki's cooking wafting through the condo. Peering down over the rail I saw a table set for one. The food appeared to have steam still rising from it, making it clear it was only set moments ago. Misaki didn't want to eat with me?

I slumped down the stairs to the meal waiting for me. If this was part of the whole 'giving Misaki time' thing I was getting about sick of it. Now I can't even share a meal with him?

I paused halfway down the stairs. No. This was too far. I wanted Misaki.

Practically sprinting back up the stairs, I brought myself to Misaki's room. He must be in here, though he seldom used it. After making an attempt to open the door I found that it was locked. Misaki had locked his door? This hardly ever happened. I settled for a few light knocks.

Rustling was definite and appeared to be coming just from inside the door, as if someone was sitting right in front of it. Slowly it opened and the tear stained face of my lover greeted me.

"Misaki…"

He just looked at me with tears in his eyes. He looked devastated, broken. It broke my heart. His eyes were practically begging me to hold him, but I knew with the fight we had mere days ago that would not best in this situation.

What Misaki did next shocked me.

"U-Usagi-san…" he whispered. He had hung his head once again so his eyes were no longer visible through his bangs. "Usagi-san," he said again, this time taking a step forward and leaning into me. Misaki had never done anything like this.

The boy had ventured out to hug me once or twice. One time I was even awarded a small kiss on the cheek. But I had never seem him do this. The green eyes I adored were no longer visible, opting for a mop of soft chocolate hair. Misaki had his arms tucked against him, holding onto my shirt softly. He had nestled himself into my chest, seemingly wanting to melt into me. He whispered my name again and tried to wedge himself even further into my chest. He looked so vulnerable, making no move to wrap his arms around me; standing there I got the notion that he wanted me to hold him.

So I did.

We stayed like for a long time, him and I. Eventually I felt his tears start to fall and I simply held him tighter. I loved him so much; there was nothing in the world that could ever replace him. I swore right then an there to protect those green eyes with my life, to make sure they never reflected any pain or sorrow. He was precious to me. I love him.

"Why?" he whispered, his voice shaky from the recently shed tears, "What did I do?"

"What are you talking about, Misaki?" I responded, trying to make my voice as soothing for the boy as possible.

"Do… do you still want me? What did I do to make you stop loving me so suddenly?" his voice was weak, and I shuttered to think of what may have brought him to such a conclusion as to think that I don't love him anymore. The mere notion was absurd. He looked up at him, his eyes pleading for an answer.

"Misaki," I started, "It's because of that you said a few days ago." He looked confused as to what I was talking about, but his eyes then flicked into understanding.

"That's what did it? I'm sorry I yelled, Usagi-san, I really am. I just got so frustrated," Misaki was speaking fairly fast now, not allowing me to get a single word in, "I can't believe I actually did that, I should have known better. I understand now. But Usagi-san, is it true? You really don't love me anymore?" His voice was frantic, begging me for an answer.

"No, Misa—" My sentence was cut short be him pushing me out of the way.

I heard a whisper of, "I'm sorry," before it hit me what Misaki had misinterpreted my answer. I meant, "No, that's not true," but Misaki took it as, "No, I don't love you."

I was calling out his name when I heard the door to the condo slam. Misaki was gone, and it was my fault.

And there we are with the second chapter. I know it's not long, but I actually cut the chapter in half due to the feeling I needed to hurry and get at least something up. Enjoy for what it's worth and I promise I'll update as soon as possible, though I don't know when that may be due to term starting in a few days. R&R! Thank you.

~The Lady Jane

J. E. Fariss.