(*~Author's Note~* This story with contain A LOT of sex, pretty much all of it YAOI. I refuse to spoil my pairings -w- THERE WILL BE A THREESOME, maybe rape (haven't decided yet), a lot of meltdowns and angst. . . But yeah. RATE AND REVIEW PLEASE!)

Mituna Captor was the new kid in school. Which, in any situation, was never easy, but in this case it would be much harder. It had been four years since his accident, and three years since he'd been to a normal school (since his recovery period was long). Now, being a 17 year old Junior in high school, he was transferring in to the new special education program at the high school for "normal kids." This school, for the thirty years it had been open, had somehow convinced the government that having a special needs program was non beneficial for the learning environment of their students. But, with the new governor, that changed quickly once he was in office. So, the school was pulling in kids who were "least difficult" to deal with. Mituna just happened to fall under that category.

He clung to Latula's arm tightly, flipping his black bangs out of his eyes just so he could look at the school in front of him. So many people. . . Why were there so many people. . . he looked incredibly nervous, avoiding meeting the eyes of others around him and messing with the bottom of his yellow and black striped sweatshirt nervously. Fuck why did he have to move schools. . . He was doing just fine at his other one. . . He didn't have to deal with non accepting people there. . . Latula escorted him to his assigned room and forced a smile, handing him his bumblebee lunchbox and sighing softly.

"Okay MT, promise me you'll be super rad today and behave for your teachers, 'kay? I don't wanna get any messages. I'll meet you in the front after school and we'll go home, got it?" She poked his nose.

Mituna nodded and gave a cheeky smirk. "I can be good..." He huffed, crossing his arms. "... Can I have a kiss..?" He looked kind of hopeful. His lisp was more prominent when he said words with the letter S in them. . .

Latula looked around and sighed again, quickly kissing his cheek before turning around to go to her first class. To be honest, she had been getting rather tired of being Mituna's caretaker, and his girlfriend, and didn't want to ruin her cool girl image, but she also didn't want to hurt him or make things harder for him than they needed to be. Mituna, on the other hand, idolized Latula and was completely in love with her. He held his cheek as she walked away and smiled, turning and looking at his new class. Oh THANK GOD Kurloz was here. . . And Meulin too. Mituna always thought it was ridiculous for them to be considered special ed (he thought this before his accident, now his brain is too clouded to think like that), since there was nothing wrong with either of their mental thought process. . . Maybe they were just put there because they were harder to teach than kids who spoke or could hear. . . Too much work for lazy teachers. . . Mituna smiled widely at the sight of his best friend and threw his stuff on the ground, running over and glomping Kurloz.

"Kurloz you're a total piece of shit and you're the bestest friend in the world so you have to sit next to me in class." Mituna was way over excited that he was here, probably because he was actually nice to him. He looked at Meulin and blinked childishly, waving at her before looking back up at Kurloz, who at first looked surprised, then smiled. Classic Mituna. . . The mute boy nodded, pointing to the seat where his backpack was. Kurloz wasn't mute by birth, it was a choice, and he had the ability to talk, but he chose not to, thus leading to his teachers being fed with his uncooperative attitude and placing him in the special program. He only ever spoke to Mituna, but only when they were alone.

Mituna knew this too. He got on his tiptoes and whispered in his ear: "When is it lunch time. . ?" He was the most impatient person alive. . . There were literally 3 hours until lunch. . . Kurloz smirked a little and shook his head, taking Mituna to his seat and pointing at the chair for him to sit down. The best he could do was distract him. . . He and Meulin were like his fucking parents. . . Mituna looked slightly disappointed but sat down, pouting for a minute and looking over at his backpack. He left it all the way over there. . . He recovered his multi-toned eyes (blue and hazel) with his bangs, liking it better when from his nose up was covered. Ugly eyes. . . ugly veins. . . "I left my backpack over there..." he wanted his damn crayons. . .

Kurloz, knowing Mituna for a long time, knew what he wanted. It was usually either honey or crayons. . . Or both. . . And since it looked like no teacher was going to show up, eating in the classroom was fine. He reached into his own backpack and pulled out honey sticks for his friend, as well as a 24 pack of Crayola crayons and an empty notebook. Great way to pass the time. Mituna looked excited and smiled widely, opening the crayon box and notebook and scribbling with the yellow crayon. Kurloz made a face like he was going to laugh, but of course didn't make a sound. He then proceeded to feed Mituna honey, watching him draw, playing on his phone, and signing with Meulin for the next three hours.

(*~Author's Note~* Wow yes hello so I KNOW this chapter was short. It was just an opener to give you guys an idea of what's kind of going on, and also a chance for you guys to give me feedback on my writing style. And also, if you want, give me some of your headcanons and such to incorporate in to the story. I LOVE YOU ALL.)