A/N: Hello and welcome to my first Junjou Romantica fanfic! I'm beyond excited to be writing this! This JR fanfic is based on one of my favorite video games, Heavy Rain. It's an amazing game, and I highly recommend checking it out if you've never played it before. If you have though, don't worry, because this fic will NOT follow the game completely, and you don't need to know the game at all to read this. It's actually more fun if you don't! And this is NOT a crossover. I have most of it planned out, so this fic will NEVER be abandoned. I hate when authors do that, and I won't torture you guys like other people do ^^ So...enough of me blabbing! Enjoy the first chapter! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica or Heavy Rain, I just like manipulating them for my own (and your) entertainment :D


"Misaki?"

A low rumble of a voice caused my dreams to fade to black and my eyes to open. I blearily blinked until my vision cleared, rubbing the sleep from my still heavy eyelids with a fist. I sleepily turned my head to the left and was confronted with a pair of vivid violets, solely focused on, of course, my face.

"Baka Usagi-san," I blushed and looked away, "have you been watching me sleep?"

He smirked curiously and roped his strong arms around me, constricting me as tight as a python. His chilled chest touched my back and I instantly shivered, feeling a tinge of pleasure race through my body. Not that I would ever admit that to Lord Pervert himself.

"Maybe," he purred into my ear, "but it's not my fault. When you're asleep it's the only time I can truly admire your lovely face."

I struggled in his grip and tried to squirm my way out, "Usagi-san! That's totally creepy! Can't I even sleep without you being a weirdo?" He chuckled deeply, I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as the vibrations from his throat rumbled through the back of my neck.

"I have school today," I squirmed again, desperate to escape before he did something I would regret, "let me out, Usagi-san! I have to be there early or the teacher will kill me!" He sighed, burying his face between my shoulder blades, "but it's so early, Misaki. I'll drive you, all right?"

I stole a quick glance at the clock. The bright, flashing blue numbers seemed to be screaming at me.

"8:30?" I exclaimed, "I'm already late! Usagi-san, we have to go now!" He did that laugh again, the one that seems to come from the back of his throat, and I blushed furiously, panic boiling in my stomach that could rival a witch's cauldron.

"Misaki," he said gently, sitting up and ruffling my hair, "it's Saturday."

He stifled a laugh as I tried to comprehend the situation. Saturday. That meant no University. Which meant that I didn't have to get up. Which led to the obvious conclusion that Usagi-san could jump me at any moment and I couldn't use school as an excuse. I raced out of the bed faster than Usagi-san's libido and made it safely to the hallway.

"I'll make breakfast come downstairs when you're ready okay bye good morning see you in a bit!" I yelled into the dark bedroom with one breathe, turning to use the stairs.

"The only thing that I want to eat is Misaki's-"

"Usagi-san!"

"-with a side of-"

"Eggs and bacon it is then!"

I ran down the stairs, trying to suppress the grin that was attempting to make its way onto my face. It had been a little more than a year since I had moved in with Usagi-san, and things still hadn't changed. We still had the same routine; argue, banter, eat together, kiss, hug, grope, and...that other thing we do.

By now, I was sure I could keep an entire city warm with just my face. I tried to keep my thoughts under control as I turned on the oven. I went over to the fridge and gathered the necessary items for breakfast, a traditional Western theme with pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

After I mixed all the ingredients together for the pancake batter and began to pour circles carefully onto a pan, Usagi-san emerged from his teddy-bear cave. Like always, he was way overdressed for breakfast, wearing a pair of black dress slacks, blue shirt, and a black tie. A giant Suzuki-san was nestled under his arm as he plopped onto the living room couch. He flipped on the local news channel and lit a cigarette, much to my dismay.

"Usagi-san, how many times have I told you to stop smoking?" He peered into the kitchen and smirked as I continued, "you're gonna get lung disease when you're not even 30 years old!"

"Is dear Misaki worried about his lover~?"

I glared at the novelist, "n-no...I mean...h-have you heard what secondhand smoke can do to the others around you? People have died from it! I plan on living a long life, thank you very much!"

He chuckled and snuffed out the cigarette on a nearby panda-shaped ashtray. "If it means more time with you, Misaki, than so be it."

Shockingly, I blushed again and quickly looked away, tending to the thickening batter on the stove, trying to distract myself with the little bubbles occasionally popping in the now semi-liquid.

"This is Channel 6 news, at 9:00 am..."

The various voices from the newscast filled the seemingly empty space between us. In that moment, things just felt so right, I couldn't help but feel like this was an ideal morning. I hadn't felt like that in a while. Nii-chan had always done his best to make mornings special...but things just weren't the same without Mom and Dad. When Usagi-san had come into my life (er... "hopped," rather), things began to feel a little better. Constantly feeling like I was on an emotional roller coaster kept me distracted from the guilt that was eating me away like a ravenous parasite...

"Look," he interrupted my internal rant, pointing to the screen at a breaking news report, "seems important."

I looked at the television, grimacing as I saw a newscaster point to something that was covered with a white sheet and cut off with caution tape. Clearly, there was something disturbing under the sheet that they thought the public shouldn't see.

Wherever they were, it was more than drizzling, and the sky was an ominous gray. The reporter looked very disorganized, as if she had just received the order to get her things together five minutes prior to the broadcast. She had a cheap plastic rain poncho thrown over her otherwise professional looking clothes. Usagi-san turned up the volume as I sat next to him on the couch.

"-and was found again in an alleyway not far from the subway station. There has been little information released to the public, only that of the location and condition of the body." More video of the crime scene was shown, a damp alley sprawling with cops and FBI agents; police sirens lit up the brick walls with their blood-red and icy-blue patrol lights. The newscaster pressed a finger to her earpiece, and her eyes widened for a fraction of a second.

"I have just received additional information from my sources, "she spoke, voice a little weary, but mostly disguised by her level of experience, "it has been confirmed that the body is the seventh victim of the so-called Origami Killer, who has wreaked havoc in Japan for the past 2 years."

Usagi-san sighed and rubbed his temples, "seven people. All killed by this ruthless killer."

"I know," I said, "they must be really messed up. It doesn't even make any sense." Usagi-san glanced up at me.

"It's stupid, leaving a piece of origami in the dead body's hand. He might as well wear a sign around his neck that read's 'I'm insane!"' The novelist waved his hands wildly in the air for emphasis, leaning back onto the cushions.

"They told us about this guy a while ago. My homeroom teacher said that he was extremely dangerous, and targeted any types of people - age, gender, and race didn't even matter." I remembered that day in my mind perfectly. Everyone was so scared - it was the third victim, and things were starting to look bleak. All of Japan was sitting on the edge of their seats, looking behind their shoulder every second, suspecting anyone and everyone.

"Listen, Misaki," Usagi-san suddenly got up and kneeled in front of me, clasping my small hands within his big bear paws. "I will never let this freak near you, okay? I would do anything to protect you, I promise."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't try to pull away. "You promise, Usagi-san? You don't have to do that, it's not really scaring me..." I trailed off. The thought of dying at the hands of such a monster did freak me out a little, but I wasn't about to admit that to Usagi-san. I lowered my gaze sullenly. I'm guessing he sensed my apprehension, which caused him to grip my hands harder, but nowhere near enough to be painful.

"No, I promise. I'll protect you no matter what."

He smiled at me and pulled me into a tight hug. It sounds mushy, I know, but I felt so safe and loved at that moment; like a butterfly still resting within it's cocoon.

I only hesitated slightly before wrapping my arms around him loosely, enjoying the moment for a few seconds before the smell of something burning hit my nose like a truck.

"Bwaaah! Usagi-san, the pancakes are gonna die!"

I jumped off of the couch as he reluctantly released me and turned off the stove completely. I barely managed to save the pancakes before they turned to a crispy black.

"Yay, they're okay! Time for breakfast Usagi-san!" I called into the living room, feeling a little happier than I had been earlier. There was still a killer on the loose. That was the cold, hard truth. But with Usagi-san, I felt like I could conquer the world. A murderer couldn't catch me with a huge, overprotective bunny by my side.


The weekend passed way too fast. The rest of Saturday had been uneventful, save for the extreme molestation of yours truly. Other than that, Usagi-san and I stuck to our normal routines; him being nearly assaulted by Aikawa for missing another date, and me being completely assaulted by him.

Everything was fine, near perfection.

I woke up early that Monday, feeling the light rays of the sun caress my face as gently as Usagi-san would when he wasn't trying to take advantage of me. The big bunny himself was peacefully still asleep next to me as I sat up. I snuck out of the covers as quietly as I could, not wanting to wake the sleeping novelist.

Somehow, I managed to slip out of bed softly enough not to wake him. I folded back the covers around him, and placed one of his many Suzuki-sans where I would normally be. He stirred a bit suddenly, mumbling something and peaking open his eyes barely a crack.

"...saki?"

I leaned down to his head, and feeling a bit daring (or perhaps just stupid, not sure which one), ever so slightly kissed his lips. I bent down to whisper in his ear.

"Sweet dreams, Usagi-san."


Not wanting to further bother Usagi-san, I decided to walk to school, since it was such a nice day out. A few minutes into my short trek, I looked up at the sky and frowned with disappointment.

"Woah, I guess it's not so nice out..." The sky had lost some of it's luster, and was now significantly covered with huge, swollen gray clouds. They looked like they were ready to burst with rainwater, so I sped up my pace to try and avoid the obvious impending storm.

I thought it would be best to get to school fast, seeing as Usagi-san would relentlessly pester me when he picked me up later in the day, "why didn't you wake me up! You could have gotten a cold!" Or more likely, "Misaki, let me help you out of those wet clothes..."

I shuddered at the thought, and decided to take a shortcut to the university. I curved into a narrow alleyway as I felt small drops start to fall all over my body. It was beginning to get darker, and I was having trouble seeing everything around me in the dim alley.

For some reason, I felt that something in the back of my mind didn't want me to take another step. But against my gut, I continued to walk through the alley, however, I did increase my footsteps.

It suddenly began to pour.

Pulling my hood over my head as I speed-walked, I could soon see the end of the alley. I smiled to myself, even though I knew I was overreacting. As I tried to slow my racing heart, I saw something out of the corner of my eye swiftly move behind me.

My breath hitched in my throat as I complete came to a halt. I wanted to run, but my body was complete frozen. I willed it to move, but I was too scared. I took a deep breath, summoning up the last of my courage from the bottom of my gut, and slowly turned my body around.

Just in time to see a black figure rush up and grab me, pulling me back into the dark alley.


I was rudely awaken by the sound of rain pattering against the window. Relentlessly.

I pushed myself up with my arms, and looked to my right, expecting to see my Misaki, but coming face to snout with one of the many Suzuki-sans that inhabited the condo. He must not have wanted to wake me up and left early.

I sighed and sat the bear on Misaki's pillow. I knew Aikawa was coming today to go over the manuscript for my next novel, but I felt too lethargic to even get out of bed, let alone finish the manuscript that sat almost done on my computer.

I got up anyway, groaning softly as I pushed back the covers. My bare feet touched the carpet as I buried my toes in the plush material, enjoying the comfortable feeling from the soft fabric. There was a set of clothes hung up near the door, which must have been chosen by Misaki earlier in the morning. I smiled as I put on the outfit. He had picked out one of his favorite ties of mine. He would never admit it, but he had once stuttered out how nicely it matched my eyes.

I chuckled a little and smiled to myself; he hated when I said it, but he really was cute. The way his chocolate brown locks stuck out was adorable, and I swear I could lose myself in his deep emerald pools.

The thought of Misaki reminded me of something. I quickly left our bedroom and looked out of the large living room window. It was pouring buckets, and didn't look like it was about to stop anytime soon. I anxiously wondered if Misaki had made it to school in time, feeling guilty for not driving him in such awful weather. I looked around for my cell phone and quickly found it resting on the coffee table. I decided to text Misaki, just to see if he had made it to school before the rain had started. I pressed the tiny buttons as fast as I could, missing a few in the process, but getting my message across.

Did u make it 2 school all rite? Call or text. Love, Usagi

I snapped the phone shut and placed it in my pocket, giving him a few minutes to respond. If he didn't, I would just call him. I would deal with his teacher personally if he got in trouble for texting during class. I knew I could be a bit overprotective, but it was for his own good. He rarely spoke up for himself, and almost never asked me for anything that seemed "troublesome" to him. I loved Misaki with all of my heart, but sometimes wished he would just tell me the things he wanted, or bothered him.

I checked my cell phone again: no new messages. My fingers breezed instinctively across the 2 on the number dial (I would set him as number 1, but that was stuck as voicemail). I could speed dial Misaki, but maybe I could try giving him space for once. I could see him now, "Usagi-san, I'm fine, you don't need to call me every five minutes, you'll give me in trouble with the teacher!"

My finger hesitated for a quarter of a second before pressing on the 2 and calling Misaki. I pushed the phone against my ear and waited for him to pick up on the other line.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings.

"Hey, this is Misaki!"

"Misaki! Are you-"

"I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I promise I'll call you back! Usagi-san get off, I'm recording my voicemail! Hey! Baka Usa-"

The pre-recording came to an abrupt halt, and I sighed dejectedly. I even remembered the day he had recorded that, but I was too eager to tell the difference between his voice from the old recording. A few sharp and urgent knocks woke me from my daze.

"Usami-sensei! I forgot my key, and the publishing company needs the book by tomorrow! Open the door or I'll castrate you in your sleep!"

I blanched, and walked to the door. Opening it slowly, a bright red head pushed its way in as soon as there was enough room.

"Usami-sensei! Did you complete it?"

I looked at my poor, tortured editor. Her eyes were blood-shot, and there were purple bags weighing down her eyelids. "No," she gasped horrifically, "but I know what to write, so don't panic. Anyway, why do you look so tired?"

She pushed in the door the rest of the way and sleepily trudged to the couch. She plopped down with a groan and rested her messy head on her arms. "I was up all night helping out a new author. He just came out of nowhere and everyone fell in love with him!"

I sat down on the sofa opposite her and continued to stall for time, "what's so great about him?"

The redhead sighed and readjusted her position so that her head was now facing me, "he's adorable! He's cute, sweet, smart, generous, and not to mention has a smoking hot body!"

She squealed like a teenage fangirl as I rolled my eyes and smirked, "that would be the first thing you would notice about a man." Suddenly, her eyes became downcast and her face turned quite serious. She looked back at me with a strange look on her face.

"There's another reason why everyone's so interested in him." She paused and sat up completely, placing her hands in her lap and staring at them intently.

"He's trying to get a book published about the Origami Killer," she shook her head as if to clear something terrible from her head, and continued, "he used to be a journalist, but he became a psychological profiler for the FBI a few years ago. He's the youngest member they've ever had, and probably the best."

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "I was assigned to help him work out the kinks in the book. He's such a nice guy, but I'm wiped out!"

"What's his name?" I briefly wondered if I knew him; I met a lot of strange people at book signings and parties.

"Ka-something...Kasami? Sorry, I'm not sure. I worked with him all night, but I was so tired I don't even remember him telling me! It was an odd name, that I remember."

Now I was curious. It took me years to get lined up with Marukawa and it had taken this guy a day? He must have something groundbreaking.

"Aikawa," I questioned, "what exactly does the book cover?"

"Well," she sounded a little hesitant, "technically I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but...since it's you, I guess I could make an exception. But you better not tell anyone, and finish the damn manuscript or I'll have your head on a freakin' dinner plate!"

For a second, normal, raging Aikawa had emerged. I smiled and nodded.

"Okay," she leaned forward and looked around, as if checking to see if anyone was listening, "he's writing an exact and extremely detailed history and profile of the killer. He thinks that if he gets it published, people will know who to look for and the police will catch him real fast. It's a great idea, when you think about it."

I nodded once again. The guy seemed to be fine. After all, he was part of the FBI. "The faster that monster is off the streets, the better."

Aikawa looked out at the pouring rain, "I agree. But now, we need to focus on the manuscript! So, where is it?"

I grinned, "well, half of it's up there," I pointed to the computer upstairs, "and the other half is up here," I tapped my head.

She glared at me with a fiery rage burning in her eyes.

"USAMI-SENSEI!"

I chuckled and went upstairs to work on the manuscript. I felt odd though, like I was forgetting something too important to forget, but I was too focused on this new author and the manuscript to even want to remember. The troubling feeling lingered in the back of my mind for the rest of the morning.


A/N: -breathes sigh of relief- Was it awful? D: Or...did you like it? :D This was just a sneak peek, but I'm definitely sticking with this fic for a while. Also, although many of the Junjou characters will be appearing in this fic, the main couples for now are Egoist and Romantica. It's actually very balanced (well, that's the plan XD), so everyone (as well as the Terrorist couple) should get something :) Please review, feedback speeds up the writing process a lot and makes me obnoxiously happy! XD Thank you so much for reading the first chapter, the next one will be out next week :D Or maybe even earlier...;) Oh, and about the title...all will be revealed later :D

~Romie