Author: SuzukiChiyeko PM
Suzuki-san has been by Akihiko's side for years. But how did he even end up there? Junjou Romantica from Suzuki-san's POV. Basically, this is a collection of one-shots. Warning: chapter 7 is M-rated!Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Romance - A. Usami & Misaki T. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 17,667 - Reviews: 88 - Favs: 44 - Follows: 47 - Updated: 03-21-13 - Published: 12-20-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8813367
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Let's start off by saying that I do not own Junjou Romantica.
Here's another story, my third fanfic to be exact. This one's about Suzuki-san. Hope you like it!
My new master
How much longer do I have to stay here, I wonder. It's been… five years? I can't even remember when they first placed me onto this shelf, along with my family, but it's been way too long. Every day, people walk by, parents with small kids who stare up at me with those large longing eyes. Still, none of them ever buy me… and I don't think that it'll ever happen.
"Stop being so whiny!" my brother says to me, "At least we're here together!" Stuffed animals like us can communicate with each other by reading thoughts. Despite his attempts to cheer me up, it doesn't make me feel any better. Why the hell are we even made if no one wants us? Aren't we all just trash?
The sunlight blinds me, as I sit right next to the entrance along with countless other stuffed animals. There are pandas, rabbits, turtles and dogs, but they never talk to me or my family. It appears that we're just not interesting enough. I sigh again, or at least think of sighing because my mouth is sewed shut.
"It's pretty crowded today, isn't it?" another fellow teddy bear says, but I pay no mind to it. Another family passes our shelf and a small girl looks at me with bright brown eyes. I've always wondered why we can't have colored eyes. The girl tugs her mother's sleeve and points at me.
"Mommy, can I have that one please?" she begs, her eyes sparkling in excitement.
Her mother studies me for a moment, but then shakes her head. "That one's way too big, Emily," she says, "There's no way it will fit in your room. Why don't you pick a smaller one instead?" she suggests. Her daughter pouts and I smile mentally at the cuteness. Children are simply adorable; they're always so energetic and they love hugging teddy bears. Hugs makes us happy; it gives us the feeling that we're loved and treasured.
Brown eyes browse our shelf for a while and then the girl finally points at my little brother sitting on my left and her mother reaches out to grab the lucky bastard.
"Have fun with your new family," the rest of us say and we watch him leave. It's good to know that at least someone still likes us.
Humans are pretty weird. They can stare at something for hours, completely captivated, and then just walk off without sparing it one last glance. Sometimes I simply don't understand them, but then again I can't read their thoughts and they can't read mine.
A tall man enters the shop and instantly walks over to us. He has shiny silver hair and amethyst eyes, a very rare and special color. He studies me thoroughly as I study him. There are no children with him, which confuses me. Why would an adult be interested in stuffed animals?
Suddenly, two large cold hands grab me and I'm lifted off the shelf. The man carries me with him, holding me in his left hand as he makes his way to the cash desk. I'm confused; is this guy going to buy me? A full-grown man wants me? He puts me down and greets the cashier.
"Good day," he says, his voice deep, "I would like to buy this."
I can see how the other man raises his eyebrow, but then scans my price tag. "That'll be £22.99," he says, still having that same dude-are-you-serious look on his face.
The silver haired man doesn't seem to notice, or he simply ignores it, and gives the cashier the money, earning a receipt in return. He smiles politely and takes me under one arm before walking out of the shop. This man, my new master, has strong arms. He really doesn't look like the type of guy to like teddy bears.
A sound of ringing causes my master to stop in his tracks. He takes a small device out of his pocket – it's a cell phone; I've seen many humans with one.
"Aikawa? Yes, the autograph session is already over. I'm heading for the airport now." I can faintly hear a feminine voice. It's probably his girlfriend, or someone he works with. "That's okay, bye." Master puts the phone back into his pocket and starts walking again. "Let's go home," he says, looking at me. This guy really confuses me; he acts like I'm a living creature that can understand him. Well, basically I am, but he's not supposed to know that.
The man speeds up and I can see a large building come into sight. He hurries his way inside and walks through a corridor. A man with brown hair greets him. He's wearing a uniform of some sort.
"Good day mister Usami, have you enjoyed your stay here in England?" So my master's name is Usami... It doesn't sound like an English name.
We are led into an oddly shaped… thing. I have no idea what it is, but it has the shape of a bird. My owner puts me down and then sits down next to me. There's no one else in this area, just the two of us.
"Oh, we should fasten our seatbelts," he says as and he pulls a red belt around his waist. Surprisingly, he does the same for me, and it makes me really happy. My new master treats me with respect and cares about my well-being, even though he doesn't even know that I can see and hear everything he does and says to me. I really like this man.
After a while of waiting, a male voice announces that 'the plane is about to take off' – apparently this 'thing' we're seated in is called a plane – and I can feel that we're moving forward. Then, all of a sudden, a force pushes me back into my seat and I start to feel dizzy. I don't like how it feels, but fortunately the weird feeling goes away after a while.
"It's going to be a long flight," my master says, sighing loudly. Although it's impossible for me to close my eyes, I can sleep and dream like any other living being. I decide to relax and let the dreams take over me.
When I finally awake from my slumber, I notice that we're no longer at the plane, but in a very large house. My master is sitting on the couch next to me, playing with my blue ribbon.
"I should give you a name," he says in a different language with a smile on his face. His smile is special; real and pure. "Let's see… what's the most common surname in Japan? Ah, I think it's Suzuki, so I'll call you Suzuki-san." Well, I guess that means that I'm in Japan now. I'm very far away from home now, but that doesn't matter. This is my new home and starting today I will be known as 'Suzuki-san'.
Who would've thought that an adult would become my new owner? I guess miracles do happen after all.
I know the first chapter is a little short, so I hope that I can write longer ones.
Oh yeah, teddy bears are very smart: they can understand every language :D
Please review. I really want to know what people think of this story.