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The next morning, Lovino found Arthur wrapped up in a bedsheet in his guest bathroom, fused to the toilet, emptying his stomach. Spain sat on the counter watching Arthur since this was usually his toilet he liked to drink from even though he was a cat and had a regularly filled water bowl in the kitchen. Lovino went downstairs to make coffee before coming back with two mugs to see if Arthur was done being sick. The Brit was now lying on the floor curled up in a bedsheet ball. Lovino huffed then poked the bundle. “You better not be getting puke on my sheets,” Lovino growled. Arthur unwrapped himself and looked up at Lovino with blo

Three months had passed since the two lovers had left the hospital and returned to there nest. Strangely enough it was like nothing had happened over those four days. Misaki still cooked and cleaned and Usagi was still all over the teen (well as much as he could with the babies on the way). The only real differences were the seeming large lump Misaki had been bequeifed with and Usagi's ultimate restriction of his lovers movements. Ever since  he had talked to Misaki and they had mad up, Usagi had refused to let the teen return to collage. Instead he asked his friend Hiroki to tutor him. After many protests from both protests, Misaki ended up

Bip Bip Bip When Misaki next awoke he was lying in a disinfectant filled hospital, with no one around. He went to search he brain to how he ended up, lying in this very hospital bed. He remembered visiting Usagi and he remembered being forced away but Nowaki. Ahh yes that was it. The teen suddenly remember the terrifying screech of breaks that caused him to be in here. When he remember his hands shot to his stomach as a doctor walked into the room. Strangely enough he expected it to be Nowaki-sempai, yet it was a doctor he didn't recognise. Without thinking he called out in distress to the man walking towards him. "Excuse me! Are they ok

The teen fled the apartment like a cheater and only o though filled his desperate mind. Usagi. In Misaki's head this was all his fault, If he had never left, his beloved would never had been admitted to the hospital. If only he changed his mind and come to find him, that all Misaki wanted. If only this whole thing had never happened. If only they had never met Misaki shock his head violently as he waited for the traffic lights to change. "No…" Tears started rolling down from big emerald orbs. He mustn't think like that. He had to think positively, But the overwhelming thought took over his attempts. What if he's already dead when he

I do not own junjou romantica... I apologize for the lateness and crapness of this chapter ------ It had been nearly three days since Misaki turned away from Usagi's condo and he was starting to feel the difference. Even though he have been living with Nowaki-san and kamijou-sempai been feeling more than lonely, It was almost like  there weren't there at all.  He spent most his time since he had left only thinking about the author and he soon to be children. He couldn't understand why he couldn't have both and why his lover wouldn't understand. Instead of thinking he tried to keep him self busy around there house, doing the usual things s

This is a JR/ Junjou Romantica Fan fiction! i do not own junjou or any of the characters this Is BL dont like dont read This contains Mpeg DONT LIKE DONT READ Its simple ----------- For three days now the silver-haired, purple-eyed man had sat alone in his condo, replaying his lover's last word in his head. The only thoughts that came to him were; He hates me. He left. He hates me. He left. Those thought just repeated them selves, not even a moment spared for anything else. Usagi hadn't eaten, hadn't wash or changed and hadn't slept a wink since that tearful boy left only days before. No longer did he have his love to touch, to feel, to

This is a JR/ Junjou Romantica Fan fiction! i do not own junjou or any of the characters this Is BL dont like dont read This contains Mpeg DONT LIKE DONT READ Its simple -------------------------- He didn't know how long he stood there, watching the street, but it seemed like hours. Rain started to beat down on his head as he mulled over what had just happened. Misaki had run away. He thought of going after his lover but he stopped himself. What was the point? He thought. Even if he dragged him back there, he would just leave again. Misaki left of his own accord and he wasn't going to come back. After that, his face mimicked the sky and