Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica

I decided to try my hand at one of these, let me know if you think it sucks. This was inspired by 'The Irony of Dying on Your Birthday' by Senses Fail

Oh and please don't stop reading in the middle because you don't like death fics. Everyone who has ever read my stuff should know that I am incapable of killing any of my characters.

"Let me know if you need anything." I heard those words, and I knew they came from a well meaning Akihiko, but they meant nothing to me…not now…not anymore. Nothing meant anything.

Not with him gone. Without him, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. I dropped to the floor as Akihiko left mine and—well it was just my apartment now. I stared vacantly at nothing, my tear ducts spent. I had no tears left. I slumped onto my side and looked up at the table where Nowaki's present still sat, awaiting Nowaki's return from our date to celebrate his twenty-fifth birthday.

But Nowaki wasn't coming back home…

Flashback

"Thank you for dinner, Hiro-san, it was absolutely delicious." Nowaki almost sang as we stepped out of the restaurant.

"Yeah yeah, let's just get home already." I hunched in my jacket, fighting the unusually cold weather.

"Are you excited about what we'll be doing once we get home?" Nowaki was suddenly whispering in my ear. The next shiver was not from the cold.

Still, I played it off. "I'm just cold."

Nowaki hid his hurt by saying lightly, "Why didn't you just say so?" He immediately slipped off his coat and started to drape it around my shoulders.

"Idiot, now you'll be the cold one." I tried to shove it off just as a stiff wind caught it and snatched it from Nowaki's hands. It slipped out into the street, coming to rest ten feet away.

"Oh dear." Hastily checking to make sure there were no cars in either direction, he hurried after it. He almost had it when the wind caught it again, sweeping it farther. I shivered again and called, "Baka, get back here."

Neither of us realized that the coat had landed in front of an alley. Neither of us noticed the car that came flying out of the alley. Only the screech of tires as the car tried to stop before it hit Nowaki gave warning of what would happen.

The world stopped as I screamed out, my heart clenching. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

End Flashback

I closed his eyes and thought no more.

…

Nowaki came to me as I dreams. "Hiro-san," he said with a teasing smile, "What are you doing on the floor? Come on, let's go to bed and do it."

"But you're dead," I said, stupidly.

"Nonsense, now come along. Bed." He pressed his lips to mine and I was lost.

"I love you," I managed to gasp as he attacked me.

Nowaki grinned. "I love you too."

I melted into his arms and relished his every touch, wishing this was real.

…

I woke the next morning, expecting to be on the floor. To my surprise, I had somehow made it to the bed. "Nowaki?" I asked, looking around…but of course there was no answer. I mentally slapped myself and fought the newly returned tears. I flopped back on the pillows and just stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore how cold the bed felt without my lover.

Flashback

I stared at the wall opposite wall while Akihiko talked to a doctor. Nowaki had been pronounced dead at the scene, but the paramedics had dragged me to the hospital when I hadn't responded to them. Then they called Akihiko since my emergency contact was lying in the morgue.

"I'm taking you home, Hiroki, now come on." Akihiko lifted me from the chair and dragged me from the room. I didn't even try to stop his manhandling. It didn't matter…I just didn't care now.

Somehow I ended up at home. Akihiko stayed until I made him leave.

End Flashback.

I heaved myself out of bed. There was no sense in not getting up. It might make things worse if I stayed there.

I started for the kitchen. Reaching it, I found the table set and two full glasses of orange juice.

"Ah, good morning, Hiro-san."

I jerked violently when I saw Nowaki poke his head up over the counter. "I made breakfast this morning."

"No-Nowaki?"

"What's wrong?" Nowaki looked at him, confused.

"Wh-what's—you're dead!" I yelled. I continued in a mutter, "Oh great…dreams aren't enough…now I've gotta hallucinate too."

"Hiro-san, what are you talking about? I'm not dead." He hurried to my side and grasped my shoulders. "See?"

"Th-then it's a dream, I've gotta be dreaming you, cuz you can't be here."

Nowaki pinched me sharply. "Ouch, what the hell'd you do that for?"

"I'm sorry, Hiro-san, but now you know you're not dreaming."

"I—" I stopped. I looked into his sapphire eyes, filled with love and whispered, "Nowaki…you're here?'

"Yes, now what is all this about being de—" He stopped talking when I caught his lips with my own. His lips were sweet and warm, just like always.

Nowaki took away control of the kiss by embracing me and pushing my head back with the force of his lips and tongue. I let him do it while I began to wonder…did this mean that the car accident had been a dream? Must have been.

Nowaki had just slid a hand under the rumpled shirt from last night when the buzzer rang. I broke the kiss and went to answer the door. "Hello?" I stared at Akihiko and a young man who looked fairly familiar…maybe one of my students? "What is it?"

"Good morning to you too. I didn't expect you to be out of bed so quickly to get the door."

"I was already up."

"Well, I told Misaki what happened, and he thought we should come over to make sure you eat, so he's gonna make breakfast."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Well, if Misaki had died, I don't think I would move for about a week," Akihiko said, bluntly.

The boy flushed, furiously. "B-baka, shut up."

I didn't have time to consider the meaning of that because this blew my the-car-accident-was-just-a-dream theory out of the water. "Anyway, let us in."

"Hiro-san, who's at the door?" Nowaki appeared behind me.

Akihiko's eyes grew round and the boy whispered, "I thought you said Sensei's lover was dead."

"I did."

"Then what—"

"Ah, Usami-san, what brings you here so early in the morning?" I felt the soft animosity radiating from Nowaki as he came up and draped his hand over my shoulders.

"I came because you died last night and I thought Hiroki would need someone to make sure he got up."

"You don't care that much," I snapped. I knew Akihiko too well, he didn't think like this.

"Okay, so it was Misaki's idea, but it doesn't really matter now since you're apparently alive."

"Yes, I am alive. Hiro-san, why did you tell him I was dead?" Nowaki sounded thoroughly confused now. Hell, I was thoroughly confused too.

"He didn't. A doctor at the hospital who wanted to treat him for shock told me."

"Well, I'm not dead, as you can see."

"Yeah…but how does that work?"

But none of us had any answers.

TBC

Me: Dammit dammit dammit!

Nowaki: What is it?

Me: I went and started another story

Nowaki: So?

Me: So now I have way too many that I'm in the middle of!

Hiroki: Oh poor thing…but Nowaki's dead, so you're gonna have to fix that now

Me: I know, I know…well, I'll start working on that, meanwhile, if everyone could please review, I would be very grateful.

Thanks for reading XDDDD