There are many strange things a person can go through in a lifetime. Finding out your first kiss was with your cousin. Having your seventh grade English teacher slip you her number. Getting confessed to by your little sister. There's also the moment when your pet cat would chase off every girl you brought over if she stayed past six in the morning.
Waking up next to some random person without going to a bar the night before, in Ikuto's personal experience that was a first.
The person looked like an angel as they slept, until Ikuto saw the flat chest and curve-less form of the person he hadn't realized that they were a guy themself. He cursed as he realized he was staring.
"Hng..." The male's eyelids fluttered and he rubbed them opening honey orbs. Long dark eyelashes over pale porcelain skin. Choppy pink hair and long slim fingers. Ikuto didn't have time to dodge the punch that sent a sting of pain from his chin.
"Who the hell are you?!" No longer angelic. No longer delicate. The male glared at Ikuto. "How did you get in my room? Did my father put you up to this? Is this another one of his tries to 'normalize' me?!"
"What no! And I think I should be asking who you are."
"I asked you first." He rolled away off the blankets that had been tossed onto the floor as a makeshift bed. "Wait..." The male looked around the room before running out of it. "Damn it I should've known!"
"Okay what now?" Ikuto followed the slim male's lead.
"He shoved me here?! What could he not face me anymore! That old bastard can rot in hell!"
"First off, I still have no idea who you are!" Ikuto grabbed the collar of the guy who was nearly a foot shorter than him.
"Let me go asshole!" Another punch, this time to the gut. "You really want to call me something, you can call me Akira! Now tell me your name so I can write it down when I sue you for harassment!"
"Ikuto. How would I be the one to be sued? You're the one who keeps punching me."
"It's not my fault your stupidity is so unbearable, and your wretched complexion hardly helps your case!"
"Funny how you're the only one who's ever said that."
"I doubt I'm the only one who's said that." Akira shoved Ikuto away dusting himself off. "I'm going to look around for a car or a phone."
Rubbing his eyes Ikuto groaned.
Slowly he wandered around the house he was in. All the windows had blinds blocking them out and it took a good ten minutes to find the stairs. Every now and then Akira who appear in a hurry face contorted in anxiety.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
Akira walked stiffly towards Ikuto a broken disk in his hands. He dumped the pieces on the ground then stomped on them over and over. Afterwards he looked to Ikuto rage clear in his eyes. A crazy psycho forced grin rose to his cheeks.
"So apparently we're stuck here for six months. No vehicles, no phones, two hundred miles from the closest town. Only enough food for those six months." Akira clenched his fists. "Here's the deal. I'll take my half, you take your half, there are seven bathrooms in this house. Don't talk to me, I won't talk to you. We don't cross paths."
"Wait, I have a date tonight. And every night for the next three months."
"I'm guessing by 'date' you mean sex."
"I'm guessing you've never had sex."
For the first time Akira made an expression other then anger. He smirked. A smirk that was both seductive and mischievous. "What makes you think that? Any way, I'm heading to a direction that's away from you. As I've said before, stay away from me."
Ikuto turned to the left surprised to see something he hadn't before. One window was open, the view was of a vast ocean spreading as far as the eye could see. It was then Ikuto realized, they were stuck on an island.
Akira's P.O.V.
The bathroom door was shut as Akira entered. With a sigh a shirt was pulled off.
"This binding his so annoying sometimes." With much strain, bandages were removed. "Six months. Hinamori Akira for six months. I can't let him find out the truth. This could go down hill if it does. He can't find out my real name, or my real gender."
She, yes she, crossed her arms as she paced. "I can't believe he'd go that far just because the neighbors complained one too many times. So what if I'm hard to handle at times? So what if I got kicked out of college? First off father you never even look at me unless I do something that causes bad attention to the family. Second my history teacher tried to get me to sleep with him if I wanted to pass his class. You wonder why I cross dress well there you go! Hinamori Amu hates the world because the world hates her! How about that?!"
Her jaw clenched shaking as tears formed in her vision. "Damn you old man. Why, why do you only care when I'm an inconvenience?"
Amu walked to the shower stripping the last of her clothes she turned on the water letting it run.
"Six months then I'll be gone. I only need to survive six months."
She stood there until the water turned cold.