So here it is... the M-rated story. This... wasn't what I planned for, but I'm hoping it ends up okay.

So far in my stories, we've seen angry Yahiro, embarrassed Yahiro, happy Yahiro, sad Yahiro...

...and now we've moved on to perverted Yahiro hehehehe. I hope it's not too weird, but I'll take any criticism anyone has! Let me know what you think!

Yamamoto Megumi had to shake her head a few times to ensure she had just heard what she had just heard.

"You heard me," Yahiro repeated in an annoyed voice. "Undress."

Megumi gaped at him, too flustered to even respond.

How on earth did this strange incidence happen…?

Yesterday…

Yahiro impatiently tapped his foot as he waited for someone to open the door he was currently in front of. Finally, it creaked open ever so slightly, a large brown eye peeking through the door hole. Yahiro took a step back.

"What are you doing?"

"O- Oh… Yahiro…" Megumi opened the door all the way, a strained smile on her face. "Hello."

Yahiro gave her a strange look.

"Where have you been?" he demanded. "And why aren't you using your board?"

Megumi's eyes widened.

"I-"

"I just said to use the board!" he barked. Megumi bit her lip, before looking at her feet.

"…Megumi…?"

Megumi cleared her throat before revealing her old sketchbook. Yahiro raised an eyebrow, but shook his head.

\What is Yahiro doing here?/

"I'm bored so I wanted to know if you wanted to watch a movie with me," he shrugged. "Want to go?"

Megumi's eyes lit up in excitement… then suddenly dimmed.

\Oh… I forgot, I had a lot of homework. I have to finish it. Sorry./

Yahiro remained silent, until…

"What is wrong with you these days?"

\?/

"You haven't returned my texts in a week. You keep turning down my suggestions to hang out. You don't even want to eat one lousy meal with me. Is this really how you're supposed to treat the man you love so much?" he demanded.

Megumi turned red, and lowered her head. He let out an exasperated breath… and then his eyes widened ever so slightly.

"What's that?" he asked sharply.

\?/

Yahiro stared at the sleeve Megumi had hurriedly pulled down over the bruise on her arm.

"Yamamoto Megumi…"

\I have to go… I'm sorry./

He pulled his face into a bland smile.

"Oh… not at all," he nonchalantly shrugged. "That's fine. See you later."

He wheeled around and walked away, his mind whirring.

The next day…

"Yahiro-senpai!"

Yahiro ignored the call of one of his female classmates, inwardly groaning.

Great… another one…

"Y- Yahiro-senpai… I love you!"

The top class at Kokusen Academy just carried on with their usual lives; another girl from a lower-level class had come to confess to Saiga Yahiro. Again.

"…" Yahiro didn't even spare her a glance before turning to Sakura.

"Do you have a spare pencil?" he asked her, pointedly ignoring the blushing, near-tears girl standing next to him. Sakura glared at him, before relaxing her expression.

"Yeah, sure!" she said in a falsely cheery voice. "Here!"

She 'accidentally' threw it too hard, the pencil landing behind him, forcing him to actually turn and look the confessor in the eye.

"Y- Ya…hiro…senpai…" the girl's voice quavered. "I love you!"

She immediately bowed. Yahiro inwardly sighed in exasperation before pulling his expression into one of feigned interest.

"Oh? Then maybe we should go out?"

The girl gasped, tears of happiness clotting her eyes as she looked up at him.

"R- Really…? Senpai…!"

"By the way… I only like girls who wear BDSM uniforms, enjoy pain to a sexual extent, are willing to do it out in the open, call me 'Master' every time they see me, and don't mind seeing me crossdress time to time."

He said all this with a straight face, boredom clearly on his features. The girl looked as if her worst nightmare had come true.

"So… I take it you're that type, Yamaguchi?" he said rather chirpily. The girl turned a fascinating shade of puce.

"M- My name is Yamashita! Yamashita Keiko!"

"…well, if we're going to go out, I'm going to have to call you something else… do you think 'Slave' is better, or do you prefer 'Bitc-'?"

The girl didn't allow him to finish humiliating her in front of his class before she dashed away, sobbing. Sakura shook her head.

"Why do you do these things, Yahiro?" she said in exasperation as the two left the classroom. "Why can't you ever take these confessions seriously?"

"You already know why," he said nonchalantly.

"That's not what I meant," Sakura said sternly. "I mean, why don't you ever reject those girls kindly? Just a simple 'No thanks' would suffice. Why do you keep humiliating them like this?"

"Because, Ushikubo-sama," Yahiro gritted through his teeth, losing his patience. "I've tried that. They just keep coming back. These annoying brats who don't know anything about me claim that they love me? It's disgusting."

"Well… I guess fan clubs do have their limits."

"I'm sick of that stupid club sending me some idiotic girl to confess to me every month," Yahiro said sourly. "At first it was amusing, but it's starting to get really tiring…"

Sakura couldn't help a snicker. "I have to admit, I agree with that… at first it was amusing, but now, there are some really nasty stories going on in the locker rooms."

"…oh no," Yahiro groaned. "Like what?!"

The pink-haired Ushikubo gave him a look of disbelief. "It's a girls' locker room, Yahiro. The stories about you are completely unbelievable."

"…?"

"Some girls say that you're actually the heir to royalty, and any girl you consider should look forward to a crown in the future. Some say you were just in a relationship with a woman twice your age, but broke it off because you got bored of her. Some say you once single-handedly beat down a Mafia boss but wasn't interested enough in the crime life to take over."

Yahiro smirked. "Trust women to come up with ways to spread gossip."

"Those are the G-rated ones," Sakura said grimly. "Some girls claim you slept with them."

"I might have," he easily countered. "So what?"

"…someone swore that you could give four orgasms in half an hour."

"…like I said, trust women to come up with the most ridiculous ways to help my reputation," Yahiro shrugged. "I don't really care by now. It's just an annoying hassle."

Sakura simply shook her head. "You really hate women that much, huh?"

"I don't hate you."

"That's because you don't see me as a woman," she pointed out.

"Now, now," Yahiro said kindly. "Bearwoman still has the word 'woman' in it."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "I have to go meet Jun-kun. Wanna come?"

He was about to decline, but then frowned.

"Actually… yeah. I'll go."

"Juuuuuuuuuuuuun-kuuuuuuuuuuun!"

Jun let out a tiny squeak of terror before Sakura bodily launched herself into her boyfriend's arms. He staggered under her weight, but couldn't help a smile.

"H- Hi… Sakura-chan."

"Hi, Yahiro-kun!" Hikari called. He nodded to her in greeting, his eyes scanning the table.

"There's only six of you today, I see," he said casually. An uncomfortable silence fell over the table.

"Well… who are you looking for?" Ryuu asked, voice growing defensive. Yahiro held up his hands.

"Why, Tsuji-kun… I'm just pointing out an obvious fact."

"Well, you can take your detective skills somewhere else," Ryuu stood, glaring at Yahiro. The Saiga heir glared right back, the air thick, until a certain airheaded Karino broke it.

"Megumi's not here!" Tadashi sang in a perfectly cheerful voice.

Akira promptly grabbed Tadashi and threw him across the greenhouse.

"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GO AND SAY IT OUT LOUD, MORON!"

Yahiro simply raised an eyebrow at the antics of the couple, before turning to Jun.

"Oi… where's your sister?"

"… she's at home," he answered shortly, refusing to look Yahiro in the eye.

"Why?"

"…" No one seemed to want to answer him. Finally, Kei responded.

"Megumi has apparently not been feeling well lately, and hasn't come to school. We tried going to visit her, but she's threatened to lock herself in if we come to see her."

"…oh," Yahiro shrugged. "I see."

He made to leave, and then paused.

"By the way… did you guys finish all that homework you were supposed to do?"

Hikari tilted her head. "We don't get homework in Special A."

"Hmm… interesting. Well, bye now."

With that, he casually loped out of the greenhouse, seven pairs of eyes staring at him.

"What's up with him?" Sakura whispered to her boyfriend. Jun shook his head.

"I can't tell."

Yahiro ordered his limousine to stop around Megumi's house, suspicion growing.

He immediately ducked his head when he saw three girls approaching, one of them carrying a shopping bag. One girl came forward and pressed the buzzer to the high-rise apartment, and the front doors slowly slid open.

Yahiro's eyes narrowed.

Isn't that…?

Megumi trembled as she slowly opened the door.

"You took too long, you stupid bitch."

She swallowed and backed away.

"P- Please…" her voice trembled. "Isn't this enough…?"

"Not until you promise," one of the girls snarled. "Promise!"

"I… I can't," Megumi lowered her head, her eyes filling with tears. She let out a small whimper as she was slammed against the wall of her own house, shaking.

"You bitch!" another girl spat at her. "You think you're so great just because Saiga-kun went on one stupid pity date with you?"

"Promise us," the last girl hissed. "Promise you'll stay away from him."

"…I…"

Megumi fell silent.

"I…"

The girl holding the paper bag let out a frustrated cry as she raised it above her head, ready to swing down…

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The four girls froze as an icy voice rang through the room.

"Y- Yahiro-senpai!"

"Well, hello there, Yamaguchi," he smiled sardonically at her. "What a pleasant encounter. I'm so glad to see that today's rejection hasn't dampened your spirits."

She flushed. "Yama… Yamashita…"

"Yahiro-senpai!" the first girl cried out. "We're just trying to put this girl in her place!"

"And exactly why…" Yahiro's smile was frozen on his face. "…are you trying to put my girlfriend in her place?"

The three girls' jaws dropped, but no one was more shocked than Megumi.

Y- Yahiro?!

"Get the hell out of here before I murder you all."

He said this with such a straight face, the girls didn't dare disbelieve him, before hightailing it out. Megumi trembled, as she collapsed against the wall, burying her face in her hands. Yahiro strode to her furiously.

"What were you thinking?!" he raged. "Why didn't you sing to those stupid bitches and knock them out?!"

"…they…" Megumi began to cry, and furiously scrubbed at her face, unable to answer. Yahiro released an exasperated breath.

"Stop crying… you look uglier. I said stop… geez…"

She finally simply pointed at the shopping bag the girl had dropped and Yahiro walked over to it. He picked it up, looked inside… and stared. He creakily turned around, disbelief in his eyes.

"This… This is why you just let them push you around?!" he roared. "What the hell, Yamamoto Megumi?!"

He tore Megumi's battered, clearly abused and scratched eraser board out of the bag, waving it around furiously.

"But...!" Megumi struggled to stand, a defiant spark in her teary eyes. "Yahiro bought me that board! They… They said they were going to snap it in half!"

"Better the board than you!" he shouted back. "Dammit, Megumi! How could you seriously… aaaaargh! You drive me insane, you stupid woman!"

She bowed her head, shaking silently. He took a deep breath, counted to ten, then turned to her.

"Hey…"

She looked up, still looking at him tearfully.

"Take off your clothes."

"…"

"You heard me," Yahiro said, voice annoyed. "Undress."

Which is how we've gotten to this situation…

"Not like that," he said defensively. "I just need to see underneath."

Megumi's eyes could not have gotten rounder, and Yahiro wanted to seriously break something.

He forced himself to calm down and said in his sweetest possible voice, "Yamamoto Megumi-sama, your beloved man is trying to help the annoying little girl with her bruises, so if you could stop being stubborn and just take off your outer clothing, it would be a big help."

Megumi blinked, and then turned pink when it suddenly hit her.

Oh… of course… Yahiro would never see me like that.

"Where's your first-aid kit?" he snapped, heading to the cabinets. She pointed and he soon reemerged with a small white box.

Yahiro paused when he saw her in her white tank top and immediately began to curse his fan club mentally. There was light bruising near her shoulder blades, but other than that, there was one large bruise, on Megumi's arm, clearly indicating a spot that those girls had repeatedly grabbed over and over.

All for a stupid eraser board!

"Y- Yahiro…?"

"Don't speak," he said shortly. "I'll be done soon."

He began to gently apply a soothing salve on her bruises, feeling the rage bubbling inside of him.

"I can't believe Tsuji or your brother didn't suspect anything," he muttered. Megumi shamefully dropped her head.

"They did," she mumbled. His head snapped up.

"What?!"

"Special A… all of Special A suspected, but… but I didn't want to drag them into this," she whispered. "I told them if they tried to come home before 2:00, I would lock myself in my room."

Yahiro wanted to shake the stupid girl.

"Megumi," he said in a tight voice. "I don't ever want to see this again, okay? If those girls come again, sing. And not in that good way. I mean literally blow them away, okay?"

Megumi slowly nodded, and soon, a tiny smile made its way across her face.

"Oi," he said in annoyance as he clicked the first-aid kid shut. "What the hell are you so happy about?"

"…that's the second time," Megumi murmured shyly.

"Second time for what?"

"Yahiro called me his girlfriend."

Yahiro turned pink and coughed loudly as he picked up the first-aid kit and began to walk to the cabinet, hiding his flushed cheeks.

"It was… It was just to put those stupid fan club girls in their places."

The first-aid kit promptly dropped as Yahiro froze, and repeated that sentence in his mind.

It put those stupid fan club girls in their places…

"Yahiro…?"

"Don't speak," he said automatically, mind suddenly coming up with various scenarios and sliding them into place. He felt stupidly brilliant, as if he had a Rubik's Cube and there was only one last turn to make, yet he hadn't been able to figure out how to solve it.

But now… the last turn had clicked into place.

"Hey…"

Megumi blinked in surprise as he turned to her, a wide grin on his face.

"…our game still isn't over, right?"

\?/

"Those idiotic girls are going to keep coming after you… and me," he added as an afterthought. "I think they need some… distraction."

\?/

"Yamamoto Megumi…"

To Megumi's shock, Yahiro began to lean in towards her. She slowly inched away… until she was trapped against the wall again.

"…would you…?"

Megumi squeezed her eyes shut as his voice grew softer and lower, leaning in closer…

"…be my fake girlfriend?"

…

…

…

"Auuueehhhhh….?"

"That's not a yes," Yahiro said in an annoyed voice. "What kind of a response is that?"

\?!/

Yahiro sighed in exasperation and moved away from her.

"You needed me once to be your fake boyfriend, right? I need the same from you."

\Why?/

"Those girls that attacked you are part of my stupid fan club at school," Yahiro rolled his eyes. "So… they attacked you because they think you're one of my admirers but not one of them."

Technically, that's true, Megumi wanted to point out, but figured it was best to not interrupt.

"So, go out with me. Those girls leave me alone, and since you're my girlfriend, they know better than to mess with you. Everyone wins."

Megumi could only stare.

No, everyone does not win! She wanted to screech at him. How could he be so thick?! There were so many problems with that!

"But… if you don't want to do it," Yahiro shrugged, a shrewd smirk on his face as he turned away and began to walk to the front door. "I could always ask someone else."

Megumi immediately stiffened. Somehow, that idea didn't sit well with her either.

"Maybe Akira-chan would-"

\No!/

Megumi ran in front of him and held out her sketchbook, eyes wide. She had been trying so hard to make sure he didn't do anything to disrupt the Akira/Tadashi couple! Of course, if she had just taken a second and actually thought about it, she would have realized that Yahiro would never have done anything to the couple, no matter how desperate he was.

She immediately scrawled out her answer.

\I'll do it./

He smirked. "Okay. We're a fake couple again."

Something suddenly occurred to Megumi, which she began to scribble down.

\What am I supposed to tell Special A?/

"Hmm?"

\They don't know anything about this… what am I supposed to say…?/

Yahiro gave her an incredulous look, until a sly smile appeared on his face.

"Why, Megumi-chan…" he purred. "You simply tell them that after school, before 2:00… you couldn't let them into the house because your beloved man came over to your apartment to do terribly inappropriate things to his girlfriend and the sheer noise would have scared them all off."

He could almost imagine Tsuji's expression.

Who's stating obvious facts now? He couldn't help but to think in satisfaction. He was so busy imagining it, he didn't notice until too late that Megumi had fainted clear away.

"… well isn't this the start of a beautiful relationship," he muttered sarcastically before he sighed, and picking her up, he gently draped her on her couch before he headed for the front door. He turned around to give her one last gaze, before a ghost of a smile flitted on his face.

The game isn't over, Yamamoto Megumi… let's have fun, shall we?