I'm so sorry for deleting this story previously. I've been having a really rough time and the negative feedback kind of just pushed me over the edge, but I'm okay now and this story will be continued. For those of you who were here for the ninth chapter, I'm sorry for the poorly executed plot twist and it will be revised and edited. Also, thank all of you guys who have read this before for all of your support and I hope that you guys can stick with this story with me.

Warnings: Implied rape (possible graphic in the future), mentions of self-harm, possible future self-harm, mutilation, depression, possible suicidal thoughts, more to be added if they come up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica.

-JR—JR—JR-

Misaki's POV

'Why me?' I thought as I was lead out of the jail. I stared at the ground with dead eyes and refused to look up for fear of seeing Akihiko again. I knew he was back. Takahiro told me about it a couple months before, and about his boyfriend.

I gave no reaction to that, of course, but my mind was reeling. I'd accepted it at this point, though. Akihiko moved on and found someone else. Someone who wasn't a murderer.

I was forced to look up when I reached my brother. I didn't meet his eyes, but looked over his shoulder at the person leaning against a bright red sports car. Said person had soft, silver hair and glowing amethyst eyes that could look right through you.

Akihiko was smoking a cigarette, but instead of looking at me, he was gazing down at the young man he was holding hands with, giving him the exact same look he used to give me.

"Misaki?" Takahiro asked worriedly, furrowing his brow. "Are you alright?"

The question brought me out of my thoughts. I turned my gaze to my brother, and said, "I'm fine, Takahiro. Just tired is all." My voice was flat and empty, devoid of any emotion.

Akihiko's head snapped up at the sound, and his eyes locked onto mine. I flinched when Takahiro hugged me, but he gave it no mind, only holding me tightly in a brotherly embrace.

"I'm so glad you're finally out of there," he told me.

I tried to give him a smile, but only got as far as the corners of my lips twitching slightly. "Me, too," I said.

I pulled out of the awkward embrace and walked towards Akihiko's car, glancing at him for a moment. "It's good to see you again, Misaki," he said to me, his velvety voice slightly uncertain.

I looked at him indifferently. "I wish I could say the same," I muttered underneath my breath so that only Akihiko could hear me.

The man half-grimaced and half-smiled, then brought a hand up as if to pat me on the head, but I ducked underneath it and opened the car door, climbing inside. Akihiko and Takahiro climbed in the front seats, Akihiko driving, Akihiko's boyfriend sat in the back next to me, and then we were on our way to Takahiro's house.

Takahiro and Akihiko's boyfriend tried starting conversations with me, but they went ignored and eventually gave up. The rest of the ride was silent, and I welcomed it. I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep, but before I knew it I was being shaken awake by Akihiko, who was looking at me with a worried expression.

"We're here," he told me. I nodded and moved to get out, but was stopped by the sound of a voice behind the author.

"Move, Usagi! I need to introduce myself," the voice whined. Akihiko moved aside and I looked at the man who had just spoken.

He looked a bit like me, except his hair was lighter than mine, his eyes were more of a forest green than emerald, and I was a couple inches taller than him.

He smiled at me and said, "Hi, I'm Usagi's boyfriend, Ritsu Onodera. It's nice to meet you." Ritsu held a hand out to shake, but I looked at it, then back up at him without touching it.

He looked uncomfortable after a few seconds of my staring. I took pity on him and looked away, saying in an indifferent tone, "Can you please move? I'd rather not sit in this car forever."

Akihiko moved protectively in front of Ritsu and glared at me. "Don't be so rude to Ritsu."

"I said please," I replied. Akihiko's glare hardened.

"He's the man I love, not you. I won't allow you to be so rude to him," the man hissed with an irritated tone. Despite the pang in my heart at that statement, I kept up my indifferent, almost cold, expression.

I rolled my eyes. "Will you let me get out of the car now?" Akihiko and Ritsu moved out of the way of the car door, allowing me to get out of the car and walk towards Takahiro's house.

I walked in and was immediately greeted by Minami, who pulled me into a warm hug. I hugged her back, but only barely, not wanting to touch her and taint her with my dirtied hands.

"It's so good to see you again, Misaki-kun," she beamed, though it was obvious to me that it was forced.

"You, too, Minami," I answered, trying for a small smile, but not succeeding.

"Do you want something to drink? Some tea? Or a small snack?" she asked me.

I shook my head, pulling away from her fully. "I'm fine. I think I'll just go to sleep early." Minami smiled at me, forced again, and lead me to my newly renovated bedroom.

"Sleep well," she told me, then shut the door behind her. I looked around the room. There was a single bed against the wall across from me, and a nightstand next to the bed with a lamp placed on top. At the foot of the bed was a bookshelf that was relatively empty other than some things that Takahiro or Minami probably put there for me.

On the wall to my right was a dresser. After inspecting the drawers, I found that there were all new clothes inside of it. On the wall to my left was a door that lead to a small, simple bathroom. I let out a soft sigh and leaned against the door.

Talking on the other side got my attention.

The first voice I heard was Takahiro's. "He's changed so much, Usagi. He seems like a completely different person! I mean, I understand he went through some hard times, but he won't smile, and he even flinched when I hugged him. He's so detached and it seems like I'm talking to a stranger. I don't know what to do."

Then Akihiko spoke. "I think he just needs time. Being in jail doesn't exactly make you feel warm and fuzzy. I wouldn't think so, anyway. Let him get used to being outside, and I'm sure it'll get better."

I could imagine the smile Takahiro would be giving Akihiko. "Thanks, Usagi. If you say so, then I'll take your word for it."

I inwardly scoffed, imagining how that puffed up Akihiko's ego. The two walked away, and I pulled away from the door, trudging towards the dresser. I pulled a navy blue long sleeved t-shirt and black cotton pants out of the drawers, pulling the tags off and changing into the clothes.

I didn't sleep, though. It was strange. It was as though it was impossible for me to sleep. No matter how much I shifted or moved around to get comfortable, I couldn't. I couldn't even close my eyes without feeling as though I was being watched. I had to wonder if it would be like this for the rest of my stay.

I had to wonder if I would always be this uncomfortable in the place I almost considered home.

-JR—JR—JR-

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Until next time . . .

~O'Malley out!