A/N: Thanks for checking this story out. I like Amagami and fell in love with the supporting characters and this is my way to get them involved with Junichi. I'm starting off with Maya Takahashi.

Disclaimer – I do not own Amagami SS

*Chapter 01 – Golden Arrow*

Sky has ripened, turned golden then black and depressed without the sun, its owner, and the sea has gone cold, deep and mysterious, abandoned by the brightness of its lover. It was this same scenery that bore witness to Junichi Tachibana's broken heart, and the curses he spouted as it was two years ago.

"I hate Christmas! Love is useless."

It didn't satisfy him until the hatred and discontent has emptied the ever-growing burden in his heart. At the very least he was able to let it out, steamed-out the frustration, and he was back to himself, for now. He lightly slapped his face with both his hands, reminded that he's done blaming the world of the curse inflicted upon him.

A shiver on his spine, Junichi looked around; there was no one as he thought. He made sure no one was around when he screamed to his lungs. He gazed up, watchtower behind him, even if there was anyone up there he doubted they would hear or see him with the wind from sea covering his spite.

"I told you the brat will do it again. My ears will fall because of him." A whisper from above the sea, but it shouldn't be. Impossible as it may be, Junichi saw shadow there as he look closely and rubbed his tired eyes, two figures afloat.

I'm dreaming right?

"Ho~ho, but you really shouldn't do this Cupid." The stout old man in a red silly suit pleaded, only his kid partner in his birthday suit strapped with bow and arrow was quite resilient and rebuffed the old guy.

The glare in the kid was cold, abysmal and threatening, saved by his chibi-form that drowned the fear Junichi felt on his skin. Behind him was a bigger figure, demanded attention from their sole audience but no shred of dread seeped from his red-coated fur, and long grey hair.

"Uhm, anno, excuse me?" Junichi interrupted their discussion. "Are you two… aliens?"

"What did you say?" Cupid erupted. "Santa! Don't tell me you are still going to forgive him after that?"

His fuse was switched. He took a golden arrow from his red quiver and aimed at Junichi whose hands stretched over his head. "No! Please forgive me. I didn't mean to insult your child Mr. Alien."

Santa sighed. "You shouldn't have said that, ho~ho."

"Child eh! You brought this upon yourself, brat!" his eyes crossed-over, pulled the string of his bow and released.

"I am so going to make you pay for two years' worth of complains and curses you made about love. And by the time I am through with you… har har har"

"Ho~ho, you sounded like Aides." Santa interrupted. Cupid zipped his lip, reminded of the image of the underworld and its presiding king.

"Excuse me. Can I leave now? I am actually done here so," Junichi raised a hand. He did saw Cupid slung an arrow his way but nothing out of ordinary happened to him, so he was delighted it was just a prank after all.

I see. I knew it was odd to begin with. He rested his hands to his hips, sighed at the silliness of the joke, but nodded that it was done in good faith. That someone probably saw him do this thing in a weekly basis and decided to play a prank on him in hope to ease his burden.

"I don't really know why you're doing this but I guess you just want me to cheer up but…" he stayed the hand scratching the back of his head and stared at the projected image of Santa and Cupid in the sky, laughed at the ridiculous idea.

"I don't need love. I don't want anything to with it." He stared off to Santa and declared. "And I don't like Christmas."

"Hoho~ho, I feel like putting him in a box, wrap him up tight and send him as gift to the yeti," said the guy rubbing his belly-length beard.

"There's no need for that Santa." Cupid calmed his friend, pointed an accusing finger at Junichi and cursed him, "…remember what you said boy. That arrow on your chest, the moment you said 'I love you' to someone, that arrow will materialize and kill you. Now that's a promise. Har har har"

"~Hohoho! Let's go Rudolph this place is melting me." Cupid took a hike after whispering in Junichi's ear, disappeared in a smoke that followed the sleigh of Santa, materializing in thin air, leaving behind the purpose of their visit.

Junichi was frozen still. He didn't notice it until Cupid pointed it out but there was certainly something akin to a stick stuck on his chest. He stared at it narrowly. "What is this thing?"

He tried grabbing it off but his hand passed through it. He shook it off, pushed it against a wall but nothing happened. It remained pierced to his heart, but oddly, there was no pain either, and Cupid's stupid face flashed in his mind. "…the moment you said 'I love you' to someone, that arrow will materialize and kill you."

"Does that mean I will die if I said I love you?" His shoulder lumped at the idea.

"Don't kid with me you da*n poser."

"Tachibana-kun, what are you doing here? Hic!" Junichi almost bit his tongue. A glance over his shoulder and he found his homeroom teacher, Maya Takahashi, her feet in criss-cross. She was drunk.

Her cheek was ablaze and her clothes a mess. He was only thankful that less people were around, busy with their partner while some with friends.

"Wah! Sensei, be careful." He jumped to her landing space. She was numb beyond comprehension that only Junichi noticed his right hand over her valued peaches. He let go and apologized, almost stumbling again, but Maya was incognizant. She simply leaned closer to his ears.

"Tachibana-kun, can you, hic! Get me a cab." Her subtle lips were almost brushing his cheek when she made the request, drove Junichi to madness, and his face red apple. The image of a strict teacher was washed away, replaced by a seductive woman, prepared to capture his long kept virgin lips. He ran a tongue on his lips, gulped down his desire and endured. He sadly endured.

Why do I feel sad over the fact that I can still think straight on this situation. Wait! That's right I shouldn't get myself involve in a romantic situation, especially not with a teacher. No! What am I thinking? Have I gone nuts…

He took in air, filled his lungs of courage, and ironed his heart and soul. There's a teacher who needs my help, that's what I should be thinking only… yes, that's right.

"You really shouldn't be drinking if you can't hold it in Sensei." He held her up. Took her left arm over his shoulder and supported her weight with his right arm from her back to hip.

"Sen-sensei? Ack!" Her breath was of alcohol, stinks the air Junichi breathed in as she got closer, leaning on his shoulder. It was hard to walk but he managed. A few more step into the street and finally a cab stopped for them.

"Hey! Oh, what's wrong with her? You didn't drug her right?" Cab driver casted him a splendid glare.

"And why would I have to drug my girlfriend." Junichi was delighted to have taken off his gakuran and left his shirt on top of his build and the fact that he has known Maya Takahashi's place. "Now take us to…"

He shoved her in carefully and sat beside her, closely, to support her limped body. Junichi felt her warmth, her neck-length hair damped with sweat on his shoulder, and her soft skin underneath her usual teacher suit.

"Sorry kid, I know that place. It's now a love hotel so I believe you." Junichi was happy he decided to take her home instead of a nearby hotel. It was only because he doesn't have any money though.

"There's no way I can leave her like this, can I?" he played the boyfriend part well.

Junichi directed the cab to her place. "Here we are sensei, hmn… she's down huh!"

"Good luck kid. And take care of your girlfriend."

"Yeah, thanks… I guess."

Her single life was a mess, comparable to her apartment Junichi opened with her key from the small shoulder bag she carried. He got her to bed. Took off her shoes and went over her drawer in search for a towel, instead he found her undies, black and seductive ones in red and other colors that made men drool over. His sanity took over and closed the drawer.

"Dam*it, is this the effect of this arrow?" He took note of the stick on his chest again. Not a single one noticed it, not even the cab driver but what Cupid said still disturbed him.

"Ahhng…" A moan from Maya had him glancing over. She was hot, not because of her helpless state, but due to the sweat pouring over her already damped face. He hesitated for a moment, his hand shivered at the very roughness of the fabric, of the blazer she has on.

"Sorry sensei, but I'm just going to help you out of your clothes ok… don't worry, I'll be gentle." He turned back. "No! That's not what I meant… anyway you need to change your clothes so. Please don't think that I have another purpose. Ok."