A/N: Starting a new fic, this time with the mystery of Misaki's resemblance and parentage revealed. I don't think he looks like Takahiro, the resemblance to Hiroki is astounding, despite the art style being repetitive in their designs.

I'm horrible for making Misaki get into a car accident but the first chapters are always hard to write.

-Lucicelo


Chapter 1: Accidental worries...

"Sumi-sempai, I can't go with you to the arcade today. I need to make sure Usagi-san isn't killed by Aikawa-san. Well if she is there when I go back home but if I am late he will worry about me nonetheless." Misaki explained to Sumi as they walked down the street, the older student glared at Misaki from the corner of his eyes.

Misaki was always oblivious to the hateful glares his 'friend' showed him. No matter how many times Sumi expressed these feelings, Misaki was either looking away or he dismissed them as a trick of the light.

He smiled down at Misaki when he told him. "It's perfectly fine, you have other responsibilities at home that keep you away from friends."

"If only it was that simple."

"He has to make sure to keep his writing credibility up, maybe that's why he's making your life a little harder so he can have inspiration."

"It's like that every single day senpai, nothing is going to change anytime soon." Misaki shivered at the word inspiration, he knew the overall meaning behind it and it was meant him.

"Maybe asking Usami-san to make your life a little better is what needs to be done to make you happier."

Misaki sighed. "You don't know how hard it is to make sure Usagi-san meets his deadlines. It's as if he doesn't care about his job and becomes such a lazy ass." He heard the chime from his cellphone and took it out of his pocket, he peeked at the screen: Akihiko Usami. "Again? I told him I would be there as soon as I could and I would stray too far. It's as if he doesn't trust me.." He put it back in his pocket. "I got to go, later senpai."

He walked ahead of Sumi who caught up to him pretty quickly. "How about I walk you home? We might be going in the same direction anyway and it's no trouble at all. I have all of the time in the world."

This alerted Misaki's suspicion, Sumi always went the opposite direction when he left home. "It's okay..besides I have to pass by my nii-chan's place. He wants to give me something for my birthday tomorrow and my nephew always wants my attention when I'm there so you are going to be bored if you go with me." Misaki made up a quick excuse, it was logical since his brother naturally doted on him and Sumi knew that.

A very long time ago, Misaki realized that Sumi was in love with Akihiko. The incident when he stayed over at Sumi's house and he heard Sumi trying to seduce Akihiko opened his eyes. The conversations they had together pretty much ended on a comment or statement on the famous author. The obsession was crystal clear and Misaki was tired of putting up with this charade of not knowing anything.

Misaki wasn't too dense after what happened at Sumi's house. He berated himself inside of his mind for being so stupid. He knew the details yet he remained friends with the guy, it was only to keep a close eye on him. Feigning to be friends was his way of figuring out information without asking questions, Sumi spilled everything out in every conversation.

Although Misaki had no choice but to stick with Sumi, his lack of friends was a result of when he first arrived at the university. Akihiko's presence intimidated many of the people who tried to befriend him. His new friends were either transfer students, exchange students or even rare ones who liked his favorite comic "The Kan". His best friend had to like the comic so they could have the discussions he always dreamed of having with someone.

Akihiko thought he had no true friends in school. This was true to some extent but Misaki wasn't revealing any of his own secrets to them. They didn't know him well enough to know any of the private details in his life.

He was still including Sumi in his life despite knowing the guy might betray him at any moment. Misaki knew he was becoming jaded when people asked about Akihiko right off the bat. He sometimes thought he was a stepping stone on meeting the author but in different occasions he rationalized it as paranoia.

"I wouldn't mind if Usami-san happened to go and visit your brother as well."

The statement proved it for the moment, Sumi wanted Akihiko and was obvious in his attempted matter of speaking.

Misaki shifted his backpack over his shoulder. "Usagi-san is busy with his manuscript so that is unlikely. It's unlikely that he is going to accompany me to see nii-chan, Aikawa-san is never going to let him leave with finishing his manuscript."

Sumi frowned as he sighed. "If you are so insistent to go on your own, then it's alright." He lead Misaki to a different crossroads. "At least let me walk you down the street before I go to meet some other people."

Misaki nodded his head. "Okay."

He missed the dark smile forming on Sumi's face when a car turned the corner up ahead and was coming a little too fast. Drunk or insensitive drivers were uncommon at that time of day but not unheard of. One push was all he needed, Misaki would be out of his way for good.

When Misaki smiled, Sumi hated it with a passion. In his mind, it was as if Misaki was laughing at his failure on winning over Akihiko. Misaki was the one person in his way on his road to happiness, he envied how Misaki brought out the fire from the author.

He hurried Misaki through the street and tried to hide the glee in his voice. "You better hurry up, your brother is waiting for you right?"

"Y-Yes but it doesn't mean I have to run all the way there. I can take all the time I need to get there."

"No, no, it is bad of me to make you late if you don't hurry up. I wasted enough of your time already."

Misaki turned to him with an incredulous expression on his face. "What's with the rush senpai?

A car screeched beside them as Misaki tried moving out of the way. His foot tripped over a solid object and the last image he saw was the face of the driver before the impact.

He had dark sunglasses, a baseball cap, a small smirk on the man's face with a relaxed demeanor.

The driver stomped on the breaks harshly as Misaki slid off of the car onto the road. He was face down and he was going in and out of consciousness. The male scrambled out of the car and ran away from the scene, Sumi wasn't in a hurry to call for help as he stood near Misaki.

A good number of students heard the commotion, they wandered over to check and most of them stood frozen when they saw the amount of blood forming underneath Misaki.

Sumi walked backwards when he muttered. "You never should have gotten in my way."


Hiroki was near the scene when he saw the crowd forming in the middle of the road. He got closer as he noticed one of his students from an earlier class there when he demanded. "What the hell is going on here?

The girl exclaimed in fear, her eyes wouldn't look directly in his eyes. "P-Professor! A-A boy got slammed into a car and no one has done anything to help yet! Please don't kill me!"

Kill her? This girl is so ridiculous, she hasn't done anything to make me pissed...yet. He walked away from her and broke through the crowd of students. The ones in his way removed themselves quickly when they identified him as Demon Kamijou.

He bumped into Sumi as the student hurried away from the scene. Hiroki's eyebrow twitched but chose to access the situation before reprimanding a student for being rude. Someone might be hurt and it was his duty as a teacher to check what was going on.

Having a doctor as his boyfriend made him more aware of people when they got into accidents. Especially those in the university who were more likely in the sports department.

In many occasions, Nowaki was saddened over a dead person that was in his care. He was the type of doctor that talked to his patients and got to know them. Which was why when they got worse, Nowaki took it to heart. Hiroki wouldn't complain when Nowaki cuddled against him in such occasions.

Hiroki wasn't heartless toward the man the loved, even if he sometimes came across as rigid and mean. He'd rather deal with the energetic fool than a depressed one that questioned life. Hiroki knew he couldn't comfort anyone properly without making it worse which was what he said later on.

There had been times where he was successful. He let his natural instincts take over when he comforted someone. If he tried too hard then he came out as fake and he knew it.

He moved another student out of the was when he saw the blood trickling toward his direction in a small stream. Hiroki made sure there were no cars in sight when he ran over to check if the person was alive by placing two fingers on his jugular vein on the side of the neck.

His fingers caught a pulse and relief washed over him. This person wasn't out of danger yet but he needed to relocate him to the side of the road.

Hiroki snapped his head toward the group of onlookers when he yelled. "Call an ambulance now!" They stood there and wouldn't move a muscle. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

They hastily took out their cellphones and dialed the number. Hiroki checked the student over for any broken bones. He noticed large amounts of blood running down the student's brown hair, there was also a bone sticking out of place, those were the outer injuries Hiroki caught on. The injuries he knew might kill the kid were internal, was he bleeding from the inside?

First, the student needed to be identified. Hiroki hooked one hand under the torso while another hand supported the neck. He flipped him over and recognized him instantly.

"Takahashi?"

Misaki groaned lightly as his eyes opened and he was lethargic.

Hiroki knew he wasn't coherent enough to understand the situation but he started yelling at Misaki. "You need to stay awake you brat! A large gash on your head might cause a severe concussion!"

Green eyes started faltering as Hiroki insisted. "Stay awake until the paramedics really take a look at you! Fall asleep and there will be consequences for doing so!"

Misaki's world went into darkness as Hiroki's face disappeared from his view and his head slumped onto Hiroki's hand. The professor winced when he saw the bone sticking out of Misaki's left leg. He was glad he never considered entering the medical field, his stomach churned when anybody was injured.

Hiroki gritted his teeth when he heard the ambulance ten minutes later. It's about time! They need to hurry up or this kid might die!


Misaki opened his eyes and saw a pure white curtain surrounding half of his bed. The heart monitor beeped beside him, there were IV's inside of his left arm which pumped blood so it would be replenished and another one for the painkillers he needed. His memory was fuzzy and numb. He winced when his head started pounding, his left leg was in a cast, elevated a few inches over the bed. He breathed slowly when he noticed the bandages on his chest which kept his stitches intact. There were a couple of scratches on his right shoulder from when he skidded on the road.

He was in a world of pain and in misery.

He groaned when a ringing sound entered his ears. Misaki wanted to block it out but his arms felt like they were made of lead. He turned his head and saw someone asleep in one of the sofas in the room. The one person he never expected to see outside of classes: Professor Kamijou.

Misaki wanted to yell in surprise but when he remembered his state he restrained himself. Another impulse of pain coursed through his body and he closed his eyes. Misaki settled onto his fluffy pillows and opened his eyes when his pain settled down. He noticed a large bandage in Hiroki's left arm, squinting his eyes so his vision would be clearer. He had to make sure it was real and his pain wasn't producing illusions.

Misaki flinched when he saw Hiroki move slightly form his spot. He mentally pleaded to anything in the world so the man would go back to sleep.

His day couldn't get any worse but then Hiroki's eyes opened.

Hiroki rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand, he stretched his arms carefully when he started yawning. His eyes wandered over to Misaki's bed, connecting to Misaki's terrified green eyes. The lines under Hiroki's eyes intensified his glare to another level. For a moment, Hiroki's pair showed a hint of worry but the emotion went away as quickly as it came.

Hiroki asked him. "Remember anything?" He was always the first to strike up a conversation, almost never second.

Misaki shook his head then stopped when pain hit him. "My mind is blank after the impact..." The throbbing stopped as he asked. "Who was the one who kept telling me to stay awake?

Hiroki's face turned a light pink when he muttered. "I did, I pulled you onto the sidewalk before anymore cars went around the other car. I have some first aid training so I know I didn't injure you when I moved you."

Misaki's eyes widened in surprise. So the demon has a heart after all.

He remembered Sumi when he asked. "Did you see Sumi anywhere? He was right beside me when the car was swerving...there isn't another person who got hurt right?"

Sumi...who the hell is...wait..the kid who sits next to this one. The one who bumped into me, he might have something to do with this accident but I have no proof. Hiroki noticed Misaki's eyes starting to water and he cringed. Why is this kid making my heart hurt so bad? The lack of blood must be getting to me.

"Look Takahashi, there is no other person who got hurt. You were the only one there and Sumi has to be fine since he walked away from the scene." Misaki paid full attention to him as Hiroki arched a brow. So this is what Takahashi paying attention looks like.

Misaki muttered. "He left? He didn't help me?"

"No...he left."

Misaki sighed. "I guess he wasn't a true friend after all, I shouldn't have given him another chance if he wasn't going to help me out in my time of need. I must mean so little to him if he made no effort to see me here at the hospital if he was worried..."

Hiroki rolled his eyes. "Take it with a grain of salt kid, you can move on and find a better friend than this guy. From my experience, the ones with few friends are happier than others who have countless amounts of them. The trust isn't fully there and they don't want to reveal anything scared. I never had a lot of friends and I turned out fine. "

Misaki uttered. "P-Professor?"

Hiroki's cheeks turned a darker red when he tried redirecting their conversation. "My b-friend called your guardian to come over to see you. You were passed out the whole night and the man briefly came by and left quickly."

Misaki was confused when he asked. "Then how come you were in here sleeping?"

"N-Kusama-sensei suggested I stay since I had my blood drawn out of my body. He didn't want me fainting in the street if I left to go home."

"Why did you...?"

Hiroki interrupted him, he raised his hand to quiet Misaki down. "It turns out my blood is compatible to yours and the doctors couldn't find your blood type. They asked me to donate some and I said they could." He rubbed his shoulder with his right hand. "This hospital is big enough to have blood packs of every type but it turns out they didn't I guess."

"Oh...thank you for giving me your blood Professor Kamijou."

"It's the least you can say to me, the nurse who took out my blood was asking me a lot of questions. I told them the answers and to check my folder for extra information if they doubted my answers."

"Strange...who is my guardian in my medical records? I sort of forgot..."

"Why ask me?"

"You...said my guardian came last night so..."

Hiroki answered him. "It was your brother and his family. His wife had to take away their son since he was crying when he saw all of the machines around you. Around that time I was talking with the doctor about your condition, you'll be fine."

"Are they coming back anytime soon?"

"I don't know...the doctor might tell you when she comes in here to check up on you." Hiroki answered as his phone rang, he pressed the ignore button without even checking it and placed it on the sofa.

Misaki asked. "...Aren't you going to answer?"

Hiroki glared at him. "Is it any of your business if I don't answer my phone Takahashi?"

"No!"

"Then don't assume you can, before I forget Akihiko passed by yesterday to see you."

"He did! B-But his manuscript!"

"He has his laptop with him so he could work on it here, he didn't do shit when he saw how badly hurt you were. He had to be forced out of here by your brother when visiting hours were over. I got to stay since I was asleep when they left, I could call him back."

"No! That's unnecessary; he might cause a riot and ask me so many questions when I'm supposed to rest."

"If you say so kid."

Someone knocked on the door as a woman walked inside. "I see you're awake Takahashi-kun, I'm your doctor Katakura-sensei."

"Nice to meet you doctor."

Hiroki got up from the sofa as Katakura informed him. "Kusama asked me to tell you to go see him when you woke up."

"Thanks." Hiroki muttered as he left them, Misaki and the doctor were alone in the room.

She smiled as she sat on one of the chairs. "So how are you feeling?"

"Sore...confused about how this happened, I don't remember anything."

"That's normal; you might have a slight case of amnesia when your head got cracked open on impact. You have painkillers inside your I.V so you don't feel anything."

Misaki said. "Oh...then I'm glad I have been asleep for this long then."

Katakura-sensei chuckled. "Everyone says that, now the police are investigating the man who hit you with the license plate. Your brother doesn't feel the need to press charges but another man who was accompanying him disagreed. He wanted to get every bit of information to put this person in jail for injuring you, what do you think?"

"That," Misaki groaned. "This is the worst birthday of my life."

"That is a given, but the current matter at hand?"

"Well...I don't want to cause any trouble when I don't remember anything about the accident. It might not even be the driver's fault and I'm making accusations." Misaki answered, he closed his eyes when the light started affecting his eyes. "Can you close the curtains please?"

"Of course." She told him as she reached for the curtain surrounding the bed and pulled it around Misaki's bed. "All that matters is that you recover and have a relaxing vacation from university."

"Wha- But I can't! My professors-"

"Will understand when they find out you are injured and cannot put any strain on yourself in this condition." She explained to him and she heard her beeper chime, she checked the screen and she got up from the chair. "If you will excuse me, I have to attend to another patient but have a good sleep hmm?"

Misaki smiled and nodded his head as the doctor walked out. He rested his head on his fluffy pillow and tried to relax.

I wonder if Usagi-san is coming, even if Professor Kamijou told me he wouldn't call him. Knowing Usagi-san he would've demanded the doctors to call him when I regained consciousness. Misaki winced when he moved his leg. Yes, this is the worst birthday ever.

TBC