Chapter 1 - Sewing the Seeds

Dear Diary,

Remember how I said I thought Tooru liked Yuujirou? Yes, he does, because they just got together, officially! I'm very happy for the two of them, though Mikoto seems rather depressed about it.

If I had to guess, I'd say it was because he doesn't have any other friends and now he feels awkward around the both of them. Though I could be mistaken. I do wish he'd trust me just a little more, seeing as he has no one else to talk to. Perhaps his girlfriend...Megumi, was it? Maybe she takes care of that. At least, I hope she does. He makes me worry far more than I should. He always seems to be frowning or sighing. I wonder if he knows frowning can cause wrinkles? Harumi would never dare let me forget. Its one of the reasons I'm sure to smile as much as I do.

I do have quite enough on my plate as it is just dealing with student council, though. Izumi and Matsuoka seem to be adjusting to the princess system just fine. They had a rocky start but I think they've settled into a nice rhythm.

To be honest I find myself being worn down. I am the student body president and must act as such. I have a lot to live up to.

Sakamoto Akira

"I'm happy to say that Izumi and Matsuoka will no longer be needing tutoring." I said with an extra plasticy smile plastered on my face. How many cups of coffee had I had to simply be able to open my eyes? I'd lost count after four.

"Finally!" Mikoto screamed as he shot up from his seat on the couch opposite of myself. "I'm finally free-agh!" he choked on his words as Yuujirou forcefully pulled him back down by his shirt collar.

"Shut up." he said tiredly. Seems I wasn't the only one who didn't get any sleep. I waved my hand dismissively.

"No, do celebrate. You all are officially done with all princess related business." I spoke carefully, noticing my smile hadn't moved a millimeter. I was starting to think my face had frozen that way.

"It is nice that we can finally relax." Tooru said with a warm, real, smile. Yuujirou nodded, nonchalantly taking Tooru's hand in his own. Seeing this, Mikoto instantly stilled himself and the excitement seemed to completely drain from his face, leaving an unrecognizable husk of his former self. Everyone's eyes in the room shifted to the pink haired boy as a heavy rain cloud began to storm over his gloomy head. The room jumped as a lightning bolt cracked and sent chills down our spines.

"E-ehh...Mikoto?" Yuujirou asked cautiously. Mikoto lifted his head slowly and met the golden haired male's eyes, showing the tiny beginnings of tears pooling in his eyes. In but a moment, he was up and out the door. "M-Mikoto!" Yuujirou called frantically, jumping up from the couch. Tooru stood and ran out the door to follow Mikoto, but quickly returned, shaking his head.

"He's gone." he said softly. I walked over to the couple after releasing the rest of the student council, this was a personal matter not meant for the whole council.

"You should go look for him." I said, though my smile was anything but comforting.

"Won't you help us look?" Tooru asked over his shoulder as he and Yuujirou started for the door. I blinked, my smile finally swept away by the winds of shock.

"Me...?" I repeated, almost thinking I had heard him wrong. Yuujirou nodded.

"You're his friend too, aren't you?" he asked. "So come on, we've got to find him!" with that Tooru and Yuujirou began running around the school on a wild Mikoto chase. I looked around curiously.

"I...suppose I am." I said softly to myself. I exited the student council room slowly, scanning the hallways carefully. I put my hand on my chin thoughtfully and closed my eyes. "If I were to be so upset that I ran out of a meeting, just where would I go...?" I asked myself aloud. My tired eyes flashed open and my legs began walking before I could utter the word 'auditorium'. This wasn't actually where I would go personally, but then again I was trying to think like an overdramatic teenage boy with an irrational fear of ruffles named Mikoto, not an all too logical male with a beauty complex named Akira.

I pushed the heavy auditorium doors open with a loud scraping sound as they dragged over the floor. The light from outside poured in through the open doors and highlighted Mikoto's hidden frame just enough to make him visible to me. I squinted my eyes and found the door stopper to hold the door open, giving me the light I needed to navigate through the large auditorium.

I froze, feeling my blood run cold. I could hear the deep sobs of Mikoto that turned my legs to stone as he tried to choke back his tears from me. I should turn around I told myself. Tooru and Yuujirou should deal with this I pleaded with myself. And yet, my heart compelled me forewards.

"Mikoto?" I spoke softly, forcing my legs to move through my sea of confusion and to Mikoto's side. The boy simply jerked his head away from me, wiping at his eyes furiously. I stared at him through the darkness for a moment, he was just like a child. I felt a smile crawl onto my lips, a genuine smile, as I knelt down next to Mikoto and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Mikoto." I said again. He slowly turned his head back to me, showing off his rosy tear streaked cheeks. I sighed softly and squeezed his shoulder. He met my eyes cautiously, searching them for something though I hadn't the foggiest clue what.

Without the slightest bit of warning, Mikoto sprung himself onto me, his arms hugging me around my shoulders as tightly as they could. I gasped, just barely able to catch myself before falling on the cold, hard auditorium floor.

"Mikoto!" I gasped, but quickly quieted myself as I heard Mikoto's soft sobs. He gripped my shirt helplessly as the tears wetted my uniform. I relaxed slightly and just let the boy cry, he'd tell me the problem eventually.

"She broke up with me!" he finally spat the root of his tears. My eyes widened.

"Megumi broke up with you...?" I repeated breathlessly. Mikoto rubbed his eyes on my uniform jacket and hiccupped, not quite finished crying.

"Yeah...she did..." he said softly, hesitantly releasing me from his grip and rubbing more at his already dark red eyes. I grabbed his hands by wrists, pulling them away from his eyes.

"Don't do that." I smiled warmly, setting his hands down in his lap gently and pulling out a small packet of tissues. "Use these." Mikoto took the tissues reluctantly, avoiding eye contact with me at all costs.

"Is this why you got so upset over Tooru and Yuujioru?" I asked gently, my soft voice echoing through the vast auditorium. Mikoto's wide eyes finally met mine without hesitation. His expression calmed as the words sunk in and he nodded.

"Pretty much..." he answered solemnly.

"Is there more to it then?" I asked, watching curiously as Mikoto cringed at the question.

"Well...if you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly the most popular kid around..." he said with his famous pout.

"I wouldn't say that..." I said, feeling awkward about discussing popularity.

"Its true and you know it." he sighed. "Well, ever since Tooru and Yuujirou started dating...I might as well be alone." he admitted, his head falling down so his bangs covered his eyes. Mikoto gasped softly, another tear running down his cheek. He lifted his arm in an attempt to wipe it away, but I caught it and set it back on his lap. I pulled out a tissue and gently dabbed at his eyes.

"I told you not to do that." I said, feeling rather motherly. How much of this was the caffeine talking? I sighed inwardly.

"S-Sakamoto..." Mikoto stared at me confusedly as realization set in on both our parts. My eyes widened and I quickly pulled my hand away from Mikoto, laughing awkwardly.

"Eheh, we should hurry up and find Tooru and Yuujirou! They were very worried about you. You should definitely tell them what's wrong!" I spoke quickly and pushed myself back up onto my feet nervously. I turned to Mikoto and held my hand out to him, subconsciously slapping myself in the face. Mikoto stared at the hand offered to him for only a moment before taking it firmly. I helped the boy up, flashing him another smile as I headed to the doors.

"You'll tell them these things, yes?" I asked, feeling much more composed than just a few moments priar. Mikoto tensed, but nodded nontheless.

"I...will..." he said softly, his eyes downcast. "Sakamoto...could you, I mean would you..." he rambled on incoharently. I giggled softly.

"Yes, Mikoto?" his eyes went wide with surprise, perhaps realizing that I was calling him by his first name without any honorifics, while he was still referring to me by my surname. His surprise melted away, revealing his insecurity as his eyes once again fell to the auditorium floor.

"Would you...like to hang out sometime?" he mumbled in a low voice, but clear enough I could understand him. My eyes lit up at the suggestion and I nodded my head.

"Certainly!" I answered.

That was the day we became friends, a day I would secretly charish.

Author's Notes

This fanfiction I've been writing in the shadows for a very long time, and I finally finished it which means I get to upload it! :D~

This is just a prelude, nothing really happening. I think the name of this fanfic is actually the name for some weird shoujo love manga I saw once but whatever. It fits (or it will, you'll see). So I hope you guys like it and please review! I'll upload faster if I get more reviews. Haha. So get to it!

-AppleLove