Pink tresses flowed over the older teens pale, bare shoulders. Seventeen year old Fujimori Sunao was looking out of the window of the school nurses office with his cloudy pink eyes.He didnt really think that Matsuri would have put him in any danger or at least thought Sora would have made an attempt to save him. "Sora..." he whispered under his breath and as if he had been summoned familiar arms snaked themselves around Sunao's soft skin and held him around his waist, "yes?" he asked just as quietly and the pink haired one jumped ever so slightly.

"Sora! how long have you been here?" he asked trying to hide a newly risen blush on his feminine cheeks. Sora's spikey blue hair shined in the light that came through the window just as much as his eyes of the same hue. "Dont worry, I just walked in" he reassured Sunao who let out a sigh of relief and turned in his arms to face him "You shouldnt sneak up on me like that" the boy chimed lovingly and the sound cause Sora to look down in worry "Ran?" he asked quietly, fearing that the personalirt he thought was disposed of had returned.

Deep passionate pink eyes looked back at him, almost tearful with their look of desperation "Yoru? where have you sent him?" a fist beat weakly on the other mans chest and tearful eyes wet his white t-shirt. Sora's fears were confired, they had both created their own split peronalities subconciously to escape from the pain and fear of their childhood, and to love each other. When he had remembered all of their cursed past he had been accepted and loved by his darling Sunao and he had hoped that his love would be enough to wrench him from needing Ran.

"Dont be so silent, where is my Yoru? why cant I see him again?" normally Ran was a little more composed than this vut he hadnt seen his love for so long and the silence from Sora was enough to push him over the edge. Finally Sora vroke the silence "Yoru is gone, im sorry, Ran." he spoke his words gently and sifted his hand through those long pink locks, hushing the sobbing boy "Why? why dsid you take him away?" he asked as he buried his face into the others chest. His voice was eminating his love sick confusion. "Because...Sunao doesnt need you to be here anymore for me to love him" Ran pilled away from him, looking into his eyes with a pained expression, he didnt need to say it for it to be obvious that he was hurt. He twisted out of Sora's arms and made his way hastilly to the door. Sora panicked and reached to grab his arm but just missed

"Wait! no...you cant move around too much, your still hurt!" at first he didnt know what the blue haired one was talking about but he got one hand on the door before his ankle gave in on him and he fell to the floor, sobbing miserably. "Im sorry, I thought you would know what happened...that damn Matsuri...he had us on stage for another publicity stunt but when Sunao crossed the stage one of the speakers exploded and a shard of plastic bore in to his ankle, We should have known anything with Matusri that its not embarrassing is dangerous.

I dont know why he was standing but he really needs to rest that foot." as Sora spoke Ran looked down at said ankle and grimaced at the now bleeding wound, his eye color shifted back to its narmal, meek pink and Sunao whiped the tears from his eyes in an irritated manner; turning from his friend. "Sunao...why is Ran back?" Hashiba asked quietly and took a step forward but Sunao showed no sign of answering his question 'do I not love him enough?' Sora asked himself inwardly and took another step forward. "Look, Hashiba..." Sunao turned around just in time to see Sora's face near him and even though he did not need to he closed the small gap between them and with a great relief their lips met.

Sora still remembered the feeling of those lips, because even when it was just Yoru kissing Ran he felt and secretly enjoyed the kisses. Now he could kiss his love and feel no rue over it, so he made it clear that he wanted the others lips parted and they happily obliged, letting Sora deepen the kiss with a pleased hum. His hands wandered, one behind Sunao's neck and one snaking down his bare chest slowly to thumb at the top od his pants.

There was no objection and as he pulled from the kiss for a moment to breath his hand invaded the others pants, a loud moan of approval reached his ear which put him at ease. But then shaking them both from their ecstasy a knock was heard from the door behind the now shaking Sunao "Fujimori! Hashiba! are you in there? Is Fujimori okay now?" It was Matsuri who was summoning them now and Sunao covered his mouth with both his hands to try to muffle the sound of his own fight for air.

Sora was frozen stiff and scared with his hand still holding his partner gingerly under the troublesome cloth. They had both sat there hoping that Matsuri would not open the door. Luckily the blonde boy about thier own age turned from the door with a sigh whispering to himself "first Nanami and now these two are missing as well?" but the two lovers did not hear him they simply slumped with a releaved sigh at the sound of his leaving. Sora was suddenly very embarrassed and he pulled his hand from Sunao, turning away from him "Im sorry..." he whispered and then realized that the comment had dominated most of his conversation today.

Sunao stood and stretched "Oh hush, stop apologizing." It was obvious that he had noticed this as well "We should go and try to find Matsuri before he starts to worry." he added and turned towards the door. When he started to open it he felt the pressure of another hand closing it again "No...I'll go find him. You should rest that foot." attention had been returned to the wound and he sighed in irritation, limping back over to the bed, refusing Sora's offered assistance. "Go find Matsuri and tell him I was sleeping when you last saw me." with that his brilliant pink eyes closed to the world and he tried to make the lie a truth, but the erotic thoughts of his friend threatened to keep him up a while.