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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
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4,213
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11
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I do not own Junjo Romantica, or any of their characters, though i wish i did own Usagi-san ): I am not making any profits out of this, just happiness and satisfaction.
Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Stirring gently, Nowaki opened his eyes slightly, only to wince and shut them tightly again upon the onslaught of the bright sunlight that was shining through the blinds. Sleep clung to his heavy eyelids, as his disorientated mind tried to make sense of his environment
What time was it? It had to be past mid-day, the sun was shining so brightly. How long had he been sleeping for? It seemed like forever since he had such a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Why was that... HIRO-SAN!
Eyes snapped open immediately upon remembering the sequence of events that had led to his current state, only to find the space beside him on the hospital bed empty and cool to the touch.
Jumping out of bed frantically, Nowaki checked on the toilet before dashing out into the hospital hallway searching for his Hiro-san, all to no success.
“NO NO NO. I just found Hiro-san, I can’t lose him. I can’t.’ Nowaki’s thoughts spun haphazardly in his mind, sending him into a greater frenzy.
The fear of losing him overwhelmed his normally rational and composed behaviour, causing him to grab the nearest nurse and shake her desperately (and unconsciously) as he questioned her.
“KAMIJO HIROKI! THE PATIENT THAT WAS IN ROOM 408! WHERE IS HE?!” Nowaki yelled loudly at the frightened nurse in his grasp.
“H-h-h-he wa-wa-was d-discharged this morning”, the frightened nurse stuttered at the doctor who was scaring the daylights out of her. She did not know what had come over this normally sweet-looking man.
Eyes widening with shock, Nowaki felt as though he had been shot through the heart with a shotgun, blowing everything out. Twice Hiro-san had walked out on him, twice.
It had been pure luck that he had met Hiro-san again, having had to represent his hospital at a paediatric s seminar at this hospital. He had not dreamt that such a chance coincidence could have occurred.
But before he even had the chance to hold his Hiro-san tightly in his embrace again, never to let him go, Hiro-san had slipped out of his grasp once more. Nowaki did not know what to do anymore... he wanted to keep on fighting for their relationship, especially now the he knew how sick his Hiro-san was.
All he wanted to do was to love his Hiro-san, to hold him, to kiss him, to love him, to take away all the pain that had been wrought upon his precious body.
But Hiro-san had made the choice to leave him, again and again, and he wondered miserably, through the cloud of desolation that had descended on him, whether it was true that Hiro-san did not love him anymore, was that the real reason behind Hiro-san walking away not once but twice...
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The next few days passed in a blur of misery and despair for Nowaki. He went through the motions of attending the seminars, but never really paying attention, never staying longer than required.
Patient information was confidential, and the hospital had refused to release Hiroki’s contact details to Nowaki. This left Nowaki helpless and so he had taken to roaming the streets of Kyoto in his desperate state.
He had no idea where to start searching, no clue as to where his Hiro-san might be. He simply wandered the street of Kyoto in the darkness, a broken soul.
At the end of the five days that Nowaki had been in Kyoto, the paediatrics seminar came to a conclusion. It was time for the visiting doctors to return to their respective hospitals, and Nowaki to Tokyo.
He stood in a daze at the conclusion ceremony of the seminar, constantly thinking of his Hiro-san. He did not wish to leave Kyoto without at least seeing Hiro-san again. He preferably would like to take Hiro-san back home with him, back to their home.
But he had no idea at all where to find Hiro-san, and even if he were to find Hiro-san, would he still be ‘his’ Hiro-san or was Hiro-san lost to him forever? He did not want to leave, yet at the same time, he had to report back to work at the hospital the next day, and there was nothing concrete here to hold him in Kyoto.
Nowaki was at a complete loss at what to do. Lost in those thoughts, he just sat quietly in a corner while the ceremony drew to a close, and the refreshments were brought out for a little socialising.
Suddenly, he was shaken out of his reverie by the head nurse.
“Kusama-san, there is an urgent phonecall for you at the main desk. It is a Kamijo-san looking for...”
Before the kind nurse could even finish her message, Nowaki had shot out of his seat and was sprinting towards the main desk. All he could think of was his Hiro-san.
Skidding to a halt at the main desk, he snatched the telephone that was held out to him by the receptionist (rather rudely I might add).
“Hiro-san?!” Nowaki called anxiously into the receiver. He definitely did not expect the gentle kind voice that floated across.
“Sorry Nowaki-kun. I am not Hiroki. I’m Hiroki’s mother. I am sorry to be bothering you like this, but as I grew aware of the relationship you share with my son, and the love you two share, I simply could not stop myself from contacting you.”
“Oh. Oba-chan... is Hiro-san ok?!”
“I’m afraid I can’t say he is in very good shape. He has locked himself up in his room for the past three days, and has barely eaten more than 5 spoonfuls of rice. I know he has been miserable since he left the hospital, but he refuses to admit it, and is just blaming it on the treatment.”
“Oh Hiro-san”, Nowaki heart-brokenly whispered into the receiver.
“Please come see him. I have no idea what else I can do. Please. I know he was the one who left you and hurt you, but please, just come see him once. That is all I dare ask.” Hiroki’s mother spoke sadly across the phone, shed and unshed tears evident in her tone.
“Of course oba-chan. Just give me the address and I will be there immediately”, Nowaki promised Hiroki’s mother.
He would give Hiro-san and their relationship one last shot. He’d give everything to have all that back... but if Hiro-san shut him out again, Nowaki did not know if he could stand to be abandoned by his most treasured person again.
Hiro-san had the ability to break him completely and irrevocably.
Stirring gently, Nowaki opened his eyes slightly, only to wince and shut them tightly again upon the onslaught of the bright sunlight that was shining through the blinds. Sleep clung to his heavy eyelids, as his disorientated mind tried to make sense of his environment
What time was it? It had to be past mid-day, the sun was shining so brightly. How long had he been sleeping for? It seemed like forever since he had such a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Why was that... HIRO-SAN!
Eyes snapped open immediately upon remembering the sequence of events that had led to his current state, only to find the space beside him on the hospital bed empty and cool to the touch.
Jumping out of bed frantically, Nowaki checked on the toilet before dashing out into the hospital hallway searching for his Hiro-san, all to no success.
“NO NO NO. I just found Hiro-san, I can’t lose him. I can’t.’ Nowaki’s thoughts spun haphazardly in his mind, sending him into a greater frenzy.
The fear of losing him overwhelmed his normally rational and composed behaviour, causing him to grab the nearest nurse and shake her desperately (and unconsciously) as he questioned her.
“KAMIJO HIROKI! THE PATIENT THAT WAS IN ROOM 408! WHERE IS HE?!” Nowaki yelled loudly at the frightened nurse in his grasp.
“H-h-h-he wa-wa-was d-discharged this morning”, the frightened nurse stuttered at the doctor who was scaring the daylights out of her. She did not know what had come over this normally sweet-looking man.
Eyes widening with shock, Nowaki felt as though he had been shot through the heart with a shotgun, blowing everything out. Twice Hiro-san had walked out on him, twice.
It had been pure luck that he had met Hiro-san again, having had to represent his hospital at a paediatric s seminar at this hospital. He had not dreamt that such a chance coincidence could have occurred.
But before he even had the chance to hold his Hiro-san tightly in his embrace again, never to let him go, Hiro-san had slipped out of his grasp once more. Nowaki did not know what to do anymore... he wanted to keep on fighting for their relationship, especially now the he knew how sick his Hiro-san was.
All he wanted to do was to love his Hiro-san, to hold him, to kiss him, to love him, to take away all the pain that had been wrought upon his precious body.
But Hiro-san had made the choice to leave him, again and again, and he wondered miserably, through the cloud of desolation that had descended on him, whether it was true that Hiro-san did not love him anymore, was that the real reason behind Hiro-san walking away not once but twice...
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The next few days passed in a blur of misery and despair for Nowaki. He went through the motions of attending the seminars, but never really paying attention, never staying longer than required.
Patient information was confidential, and the hospital had refused to release Hiroki’s contact details to Nowaki. This left Nowaki helpless and so he had taken to roaming the streets of Kyoto in his desperate state.
He had no idea where to start searching, no clue as to where his Hiro-san might be. He simply wandered the street of Kyoto in the darkness, a broken soul.
At the end of the five days that Nowaki had been in Kyoto, the paediatrics seminar came to a conclusion. It was time for the visiting doctors to return to their respective hospitals, and Nowaki to Tokyo.
He stood in a daze at the conclusion ceremony of the seminar, constantly thinking of his Hiro-san. He did not wish to leave Kyoto without at least seeing Hiro-san again. He preferably would like to take Hiro-san back home with him, back to their home.
But he had no idea at all where to find Hiro-san, and even if he were to find Hiro-san, would he still be ‘his’ Hiro-san or was Hiro-san lost to him forever? He did not want to leave, yet at the same time, he had to report back to work at the hospital the next day, and there was nothing concrete here to hold him in Kyoto.
Nowaki was at a complete loss at what to do. Lost in those thoughts, he just sat quietly in a corner while the ceremony drew to a close, and the refreshments were brought out for a little socialising.
Suddenly, he was shaken out of his reverie by the head nurse.
“Kusama-san, there is an urgent phonecall for you at the main desk. It is a Kamijo-san looking for...”
Before the kind nurse could even finish her message, Nowaki had shot out of his seat and was sprinting towards the main desk. All he could think of was his Hiro-san.
Skidding to a halt at the main desk, he snatched the telephone that was held out to him by the receptionist (rather rudely I might add).
“Hiro-san?!” Nowaki called anxiously into the receiver. He definitely did not expect the gentle kind voice that floated across.
“Sorry Nowaki-kun. I am not Hiroki. I’m Hiroki’s mother. I am sorry to be bothering you like this, but as I grew aware of the relationship you share with my son, and the love you two share, I simply could not stop myself from contacting you.”
“Oh. Oba-chan... is Hiro-san ok?!”
“I’m afraid I can’t say he is in very good shape. He has locked himself up in his room for the past three days, and has barely eaten more than 5 spoonfuls of rice. I know he has been miserable since he left the hospital, but he refuses to admit it, and is just blaming it on the treatment.”
“Oh Hiro-san”, Nowaki heart-brokenly whispered into the receiver.
“Please come see him. I have no idea what else I can do. Please. I know he was the one who left you and hurt you, but please, just come see him once. That is all I dare ask.” Hiroki’s mother spoke sadly across the phone, shed and unshed tears evident in her tone.
“Of course oba-chan. Just give me the address and I will be there immediately”, Nowaki promised Hiroki’s mother.
He would give Hiro-san and their relationship one last shot. He’d give everything to have all that back... but if Hiro-san shut him out again, Nowaki did not know if he could stand to be abandoned by his most treasured person again.
Hiro-san had the ability to break him completely and irrevocably.