I'm so embarrassed! U/U Well, the ~~...~~ are passages from the song ^_^ And that's pretty much all the notes I have to make xP

Thanks to my beta, Scarlotte O'Hara, for all your work and for all your patience!

*Kurosaki-senpai's yelled*

"You brats are still so green that you don't deserve to have a rest! You think you're something special because you won that meaningless award? I don't understand Principal Saotome… Don't think you're getting away with this…!"

Ren sighed resigned, remembering the reprimand. He had to do "holiday homework"! What was this? Elementary school? Why did he have to put up with this?!

Annoyed, he reached for the glass of juice that was sitting on a tray, floating calmly in the water beside him. Right now he was relaxing in the olympic swimming pool in the mansion's garden. The refreshing beverage slipped through his lips and relieved his heat. He was dozing on a long inflatable cushion, sunbathing his already perfectly tanned skin with his left arm resting behind his head, stretching his well-formed pectorals along with it. The long hair, the appetizing features, the carved muscles… He might as well have been confused with a modern Apollo…

The orange haired teen was waiting for Hijirikawa Masato to arrive. How long had it been since he last set foot in Ren's house? Ten years, almost?

He smiled with tenderness at the memories. He remembered very well… the laughing, the exploring, the adventures, the… games?

~~No matter when, I can't keep these feelings away, from the moment they began… ~~

He opened his eyes to this last thought and the grin disappeared from his face right when one of his butlers, a middle-aged man of chestnut coloured hair and silver sideburns, approached him.

-"Ren-sama, Hijirikawa-san has arrived"-. The boy just glowered at him and swam outside the pool.

~~Even on the freezing weather days, it seems so extremely sweltering. On hot days, too…~~

A younger blue-haired male was standing in the hall of entrance. He felt quite uncomfortable being in the house of his rival, and the hot weather wasn't helping. His polo shirt was stuck to his sweaty skin. "Tsk! I don't even like his singing… and now we have to come up with a song together?"

He took the collar of the shirt and moved it up and down to let in a little bit of air, even if it was warm.

~~ Whenever this true loveliness appears before me, no one else can possibly match it! ~~

-"Welcome, Hijirikawa"- Ren greeted. He was only wearing a closed-fitting black and orange swimsuit and a towel around his neck. A few drops of water were still running down his skin, tracing his muscles.

-"You could have covered yourself to receive me, Jinguji. That's disgusting"- Masato looked away, frowning.

The accused male laughed, carefree. –"What is it? Envy?"– Ren taunted, walking towards his guest.

-"HUM! Please… Just tell me where to put my stuff."-

-"Look, Hijirikawa, you better check that attitude… because we still have the whole weekend ahead …"-smirked the older teen, bending towards the other and bringing their faces together. He wasn't sure why, but he felt this strange urge to be close to Hijirikawa, and teasing him was his excuse.

-"Not if I can help it, let's get this over with!"- Hijirikawa barked walking away from the playboy.

-"Show him his room, please. I'll meet you in an hour…"- Ren announced to the butler, turning his back, leaving the place.

After the time had passed, and after a nice change of clothes the saxophonist decided it was time to get on with it. He walked unhurriedly to the blunette's bedroom and opened the door brazenly, not even knocking. He found Masato looking out the window, framed by old and heavy red curtains, sitting on an antique chair. And Masato's aura certainly matched the romantic scene.

Ren stared at his assignment companion, as the mentioned boy was running his eyes over the distant landscape. He used to get lost in his own thoughts, just like this. How many times had he seen Hijirikawa like that? Daydreaming about unknown fantasies...

Those infinite deep blue eyes gazing outwards, his soft cheek resting on his slender fingers, lips forming a barely perceptible smile... Would those lips still be soft... silky... as ... as...

~~I want to hold you so much that it makes me tremble!~~

Ren shook those thoughts out of his mind.

What would the other think if he knew what was going on inside of his head? He would freak out for sure... Yeah, it wasn't the same now... That kind of thing had a completely different meaning... Those actions would have been deprived of the innocence they had yesterday...

"It would be fun to see him freak out, though", Ren convinced himself.

-"Come with me..."- He said to Masato, looking at him intensely.

A bunch of questions and conjectures mixed inside the younger teen's head as they walked through the house… They weren't going to the studio or the living room, he remembered those rooms being in the ground floor. Whatever the playboy was planning wasn't going to end up well for him.

Ren drove the blue-haired boy through multiple and up some stairs. Masato was really disoriented at first, but little by little, corner after corner his memory became clearer. He could guess now where were they heading. The memories made a sudden spasm go down his spine, yet he remained silent. If Ren was performing some kind of prank he wouldn't please him by falling for it... Hijirikawa certainly didn't find it amusing.

Right at the end of the hall of the top floor of the house, just where Masato had expected, Ren stopped. The older boy looked at him over his shoulder teasingly and went inside the room.
The blunette stood at the door, looking down trying to hide his blush and, especially, his pain... "Why does he have to do this?"

-"Don't stand there like an idiot"- Ren spat out, annoyed.

The younger male obeyed quietly. As he stepped into the maid's ever empty bedroom, he found out everything was exactly like back then. The little window providing a subtle light into the atmosphere, the chair was resting in a nook, covered by a white sheet, just like the bed on his right; and the enormous placard, too big for that disturbingly small room... He glanced at the wardrobe for a moment.

Ren smirked, satisfied at Masato's expression. He hurried to close the door. At the sudden approach, the younger one fled to the window, on the opposite side of the room. The older teen held back his laughter, which was full of unnoticed tenderness...

After an awkward silence that the blunette could swear lasted a thousand years, Jinguji sighed, full of himself. –"So many memories... Do you remember, Hijirikawa?"-

The mentioned boy swallowed hard. –"I-I don't know what you mean"- he answered looking outside the window. He tried to sound as confident as possible, however his vocal cords betrayed him and the words were uttered in a thin voice.

-"Come on"- insisted the orange haired, getting closer and closer to the other. –"Remember… how we used to sneak up here? And... hide… in that closet?"- His words came out lazily, he was savouring every one of them.

Masato shrank against the frame of the window, his arms tightly crossed over his chest, pointing his frowning face elsewhere. No response.

The orange-haired was deeply enjoying the other boy's discomfort. A few words were enough to anguish him that much?

The taller guy trapped the other, placing his hands at both sides of the blunette's body, causing him to shrink even more.

-"Remember what we used to do there?"- smirked, unconsciously, in a seductive way...

-"Stop..."-

~~I need you! … I love you!~~

If things go as planned, I'll make 3 chaps :D

Like a sandwich story, I like the middle the most x3

I'll update ASAP! Bye~~