Au-chan: People! This is an alternate ending to the first chapter! There is nothing new but a few lines at the end have been added. That is all! You either read this one, or the first chapter. Whichever you prefer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica, for if I did, I'd be rich. (You should at least include one Disclaimer in your story. Preferably at the end, beginning, or the middle.)
I took the two envelopes from the mailbox, and went into the penthouse I had been living in. Recently, it seems like we got no mail. If we did get mail, it was either bills, or some ad of some sort. Usagi-san never came out of his room like he used to. I never wanted to bug him, because then if he was mad or something, his downfall would be on me. We haven't even done it in two weeks. We would get mail like crazy before. Fan letter after fan letter and so on and so forth. But, it just seems that Usagi-san hasn't put out anything new. Not a BL novel, or a regular one.
"Wasn't one due just last week?" I asked myself. I looked up to Usagi-san's door and gulped. I didn't want to go in there, but… But, it was time I got a big serving of courage! I walked up the steps after putting my bag down and stopped at his door. I knocked on it, and it slightly creaked open.
"Uh… Usagi-san? Are you okay?" I asked, peering into the darkness.
"Go away." I heard a grumble.
"It's me Misaki. Uh, wasn't a book due just last week? Aikawa hasn't called or anything so…"
"I have no inspiration to write anything. Now go away." I heard some shifts and some more grumbles.
"Are you hurt or something? You haven't really come out for two weeks…"
"Go away already!" A Suzaki-san was thrown at me, and I quickly closed the door and ran downstairs.
Usagi-san really wasn't himself. Not only was he telling me to leave him alone, he wasn't even trying to touch me. He never has done that… Well, except for that time before I confessed to him… But besides that, this is the first time. Why? Did he lose interest in writing? Wait… If he's lost interest in writing, doesn't that mean he's lost interest in me?
"Usagi-san!" I rushed up to his room, and slammed the door open. I stomped through the toys and stood on the side of his bed. He looked up at me, and glared.
I gulped. "Uh… Usagi-san-"
"I'm trying to sleep. Please leave." He said, seriously. His tone was cold.
"No! Why haven't you touched me in so long? Why haven't you eaten dinner or breakfast with me? Heck, you haven't even come out of your room! What's wrong?" I yelled, tears forming at the tips of my eyes.
"Don't Misaki me! If I'm your lover, and you love me, then you should tell me these things!"
"It's nothing. I just-"
"It is something!" I yelled. 'Please don't make me say it…' I thought.
"Have you lost interest in me?" I said, tears slipping down my face. Usagi-san's face got a little softer.
"I think you should just leave." I nodded, and left his room. I walked downstairs, wiping my eyes, and sitting on the couch.
So, he didn't love me anymore. Not a problem. I could just play it off. I never really wanted this relationship in the first place anyways. Nope, it's not a problem…
'You're a burden.' I shook my head, and covered my ears. I wasn't a burden to him. He wouldn't ever let me become a burden to him.
'He doesn't like you anymore, so he could let you become a burden whether you liked it or not.' More tears slipped down my face. Every thought that came to mind, made me loathe myself all the more. If I was a burden to him from the start, why did he play this game with me? For the money? The fame? All those countless times he said he loved me, they were all a lie?
'Yes.' I curled up in a ball, and started to cry even more. I was a burden to a person I never wanted to be a burden to, and he didn't care. I was tricked by him. I was tossed around and thrown into a pile of dirt by him. The one person, I ever loved, with all my heart.
That night, as I lay in my bed, I wanted Usagi-san to hug me. Even if it was just for a moment, I wanted him to hold me. Tell me it was all a lie. I wanted him to say he loves me over and over again. I wanted him to make love to me, till I couldn't walk for days. Then he would hold me again, till however long. I wanted him to.
'Wants not important. You don't need him.' I had cried all day long. I didn't bother to bug Usagi-san, for if I did, I might just break down. Not like he would care though. No, he wouldn't even care. He's probably just throw another Suzaki-san at me. Soon, I drifted off into sleep, dreaming that Usagi-san still loved me, and that we lived together happily.
The next morning, I started to pack my stuff. Usagi-san didn't come out of his room of course. I was planning to leave after I went to my classes today. It would work just fine. Usagi-san would never have to have me as a burden anymore. He could go on his merry way, write his BL novels, and his regular novels. I was the cause of his drop of inspiration. I knew this of course, but I had a small glimmer of hope.
When I was done packing, I took a shower, and got ready to go to school.
"Misaki. What are you doing?" I looked to the door, where the tall, silver haired writer stood. I faked a smile.
"I'm going to school." I said, slinging my bag around my torso. He shook his head.
"I mean, why is all your stuff in suitcases? Are you leaving?" He asked, walking towards me. I nodded my head.
"You think of me as a burden. I knew it from the start, but it was a good fantasy while it lasted. You know what I mean?" Tears were forming at the brim of my eyes. I bit my lip, making the pain hold it back.
"I don't at all. What are you talking about? You aren't leaving! I won't let you!"
"I know you wouldn't." I smiled for real, and quickly walked past him. He followed me.
"I'm not letting you go, you know that?"
"It's okay. I'll be back later to get my stuff. I'm moving back to Nii-chan's, so you should be fine by yourself. I mean, you were fine when I wasn't here."
"Bye, Usagi-san." And with that, I left, leaving Usagi-san dumbfounded. I saw the slightest hint of his previous sadness from when I first met him, draw onto his face when I smiled at him. Tears were falling down my cheeks now, and nothing was keeping me from dropping onto the floor and crying. I had the slightest hope, that he would tell me that. I had the slightest hope, that he would hide all my suitcases, and hold me back from leaving him. I truly did. But that hope was falling into the pit of my stomach, ready to be puked out.
At school, Sumi-senpai wasn't there. I was glad, because he would just make things worse. He was like a mind reader, and could read any face like a book. He was often good at reading. I barely paid attention in class, and I had to dismiss myself from the second one. I just couldn't pay attention. Kamijo asked if I was alright, but I just shook my head and left. I sat outside the apartment complex, trying to get some courage to face Usagi-san. I walked in, and took the stairs up, making my trip go that much longer. I didn't want to leave. I really didn't.
"Usagi-san I'm back-
"Get the hell out of here! This is my house, and I don't want you in it!"
"Uh, sorry for-
"Haha. It was worth a try. Good bye Usami-san." I saw Sumi-senpai come out of the living room, into the hall way, and smirk at me.
"Good luck with that." And with that, he left. I walked slowly into the apartment, and Usagi-san was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette.
"Why was he here?" I asked, pain dripping in my voice.
"Don't ask me! He suddenly came in, kissed me, and said that he was going to take me away. I told you to stay away from him." I felt more tears dripping down my face.
"Usagi-san. I want you to know. I really love you. And I hope you're better off without me."
"I'm not letting you go. I already unpacked all your stuff. I don't know what's wrong, but you have to tell me. I don't want you leaving me." In three quick strides, he took me into his arms and embraced me tightly.
"Yesterday… You… Acted like you hate me, and today, you're saying you don't want me leaving. But you're the one that has something wrong with him, and won't tell me!" I yelled, trying to push him away. He shook his head.
"Misaki, I'm sorry about that. I was just frustrated that I couldn't really write something. Aikawa gave me some time off, because of this writer's block. I'm sorry, for not being with you. I love you, Misaki." The words rang deep in my ears. His tone wasn't cold like yesterday. His words were sincere. I hugged him back, and we sat there to what seemed like forever.
I wasn't a burden.
"Misaki, what are you doing?" Akihiko asked the younger boy, as he came into his room.
"Oh, uh, nothing."
"You're crying… What are you reading?" Misaki shook his head, and wiped his tears. They still streamed down his face. Akihiko sat down on the bed, and took Misaki's hands, which held a BL novel that Akihiko had let him borrow.
"You're actually reading that?" Akihiko smirked. Misaki snatched his hands away, and gave the book to Akihiko.
"I only read that one, because it had fallen off my desk. I had read some of it, and I just kept reading. It wasn't a perverted one like it always is. This was really sad, and made me think why you wrote this one, without any actual BL in it."
"I had thought what would happen if you ever left me forever. Then the idea had kind of got to me, and I just started writing. I'm glad you actually read it." Akihiko has a sincere smile, and he hugged Misaki.
"I love you Misaki…"
'I love you too Usagi-san. And I promise, I won't ever leave you. I won't be a burden.'