Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica

Chey: Wow…I can't believe I forgot about this story.

Misaki: What story?

Chey: This one. I wrote down the idea for this a long time ago…back when I first came up with the idea for Wish. That means since June…2009...damn.

Misaki: Wow, that's a long time ago.

Chey: Yeah…anyway, I know I should start writing another story so when I found this while I was scrounging around in my documents I figured I should post it.

Misaki: And why were you doing that?

Chey: Because I had 314 random files in my documents and I had no idea what some of them were.

Misaki: Oh.

Chey: Yes, I'm a control freak, everything has to be in nice, neat files.

Hiroki: Well, you've got the freak part right.

Chey: Sh-shut up.

Chapter One—What the heck is going on?

"Usagi-san, what do you want for breakfast?" Misaki asked as he sat up in bed. Akihiko completely ignored him, sleeping. Misaki rolled his eyes and started to get up. Then he noticed something. Usagi-san was not sleeping like the dead as he usually did. He was sweating and looked restless. "Usagi-san?" He glanced at the clock and yelped. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. "Shit, I missed my morning classes! Usagi-san, what the hell?"

"Misaki," Akihiko moaned, softly. He rolled over and moaned.

"Usagi-san, I'm right here."

"Misaki," he moaned again. He sounded very sad. Sweat dribbled down his cheek and he swiped it away like it was a tear.

"Usagi-san, wake up." Misaki was starting to get nervous.

"Misaki, please…"

"Usagi-san…USAGI-SAN!" Misaki yelled. Usagi ignored him and instead began to shake.

"Baka-Usagi, what the hell? Wake up!" He reached out to hit the older man, but froze when his hand went right through his lover's shoulder. "What?" He waved his hand experimentally through Usagi-san's body. Misaki pulled his hand back and looked at it. It looked fine to him, but why couldn't he touch Usagi-san?

Just then the bell rang. Misaki sighed and got up. He headed downstairs and went to pull open the door. And his hand went right through handle. "Of course," he muttered, annoyed. "I can't touch anything, can I?"

The doorbell rang again. "I'm sorry, but I can't answer the door and I can't wake up Usagi-san, so you're just gonna have to deal."

"BAKAHIKO, LET ME IN!" Misaki yelped as a familiar voice started yelling through the door.

"AKIHIKO! WAKE UP AND OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!" Misaki looked at the door as he realized that it was Kamijou the Demon Professor who was the one standing behind it. Misaki's instinct to run from the guy who threw things at him and the other students kicked in and he fled to the kitchen. He heard the telltale footsteps of his lover coming downstairs. Misaki stuck his head out and called, "Usagi-san?" Usagi didn't hear him. Instead, he walked past Misaki and to the door to let the Demon Professor in. Misaki sighed and pulled back into kitchen.

"It took you long enough," Hiroki griped as he stalked past Akihiko. He kicked off his shoes and headed off to the living room. He dropped the two six packs he'd been carrying on the table. He knew that drinking at this hour of the day was not particularly desirable, but with Akihiko in the situation he was currently in, he had decided it was necessary. Akihiko followed him, silently, and dropped onto the opposite couch. He reached out and grabbed a beer. He downed it in about thirty seconds and reached for another.

"Are you going to the hospital today?"


"Are you gonna be sober enough to make it to the hospital?"


Hiroki raised an eyebrow. "Are you a pink elephant?"


"That's what I thought." Hiroki popped open his own beer and took a sip.

Chey: Well, what do you guys think? I know it's a bit different, but I hope you like it so far.

Hiroki: Why must you start another story?

Chey: Like I said, I wrote this already, I might as well start posting it. Sorry it's so short:(

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Thanks for reading.