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"Ritsuka-kun, what are you getting Soubi-san for his birthday? I'm getting him some Prismacolor color pencils that I saw at Ruko's the other day, so he can draw me something pretty. Like what he does with his butterflies except with pencils!" Yuiko exclaimed.

The courtyard of their grade school was lovely during this time of year, with trees blooming all shades and sizes of luscious flowers, painting the space with bursts of colors like an easel of pastels. The building itself was huge but has hidden its years of usage quite well. And under an old cherry blossom tree, impressive in its size and vitality, sat Aoyagi Ritsuka and Hawatari Yuiko discussing their plans for a certain 21 year olds' birthday which was drawing nearer by the day.

"I don't even know what day its on."

"Whaaat," gasped Yuiko, "shouldn't you know since your dating him? You're not a very good boyfriend."

"I don't think anyone knows…" Ritsuka muttered to himself as a light breeze drifted past them. The day was slowly getting late, the sun already coming down from its high perch in the late afternoon sky. Children walked past them, laughing and discussing the school days activities. Even though school let out an hour ago, it was not unusual for students to stay back. Most commonly it was to help their teachers organize for the next day, chat with fellow classmates or, for a select few, to postpone going home to something…unpleasant.

The breeze tickled Ritsuka's ears as it faded, distracting him from the last comment. As he caught it, his head whipped around to defend himself from the implication of a less then appropriate relationship with an older man.

"I-I'm not dating Soubi!" Ritsuka studdered.

"Well then what is he to you?" Yuiko enquired, perplexed.

Little did she know that that was the question of the year. It has been eating away at Ritsuka for some time now and as Soubi's birthday approaches ever so swiftly, it becomes more complicated to answer.

"We're…." Ritsuka started but then stopped as he caught movement in the peripheral vision of his right eye.

Dressed in faded blue jeans and an old painted-on t-shirt was a tall, pale man with piercing blue eyes. His long golden hair floated and swished with each step as he drew closer. Some children stopped to stare then continued on their way, wondering what the bandages around his neck concealed.

"Soubi!"

With just those words, a smile appeared, making such an already lovely face even more appealing. Words from a 12 year old boy to have such a reaction from such a cold man would seem odd to strangers.

"Hello Ritsuka, Yuiko." Soubi said, amused at what a tone he is greeted with.

He is used to it but smiles at them both, particularly at Yuiko who fasinates him with her obvious crush on Ritsuka.

"Soubi-san! We were just talking about you." Yuiko explained, easily charmed with Soubi and the rhythm of his words.

"Were you?" His eyes slide to Ritsuka's face, seeing if there is a reaction. He was not disappointed.

"NO." Ritsuka almost shouted, a fresh blush spreading across his girlish pale face. Soubi shook his head. Even with his birthday during this month….

"Shall we go?"

Yuiko picked up her bag from the ground, bubbled something about getting home and not wrapping any presents because no one's birthday is in this month, and walked away, waving to her friends who stared bewildered back.

"She's excited." Ritsuka commented as they started their walk towards his house, the breeze picking up again, ruffling their hair and making it dance.

"She shouldn't be, its not that big a deal." Soubi responded, taking out his cigarettes.

"You shouldn't smoke."

They had been down this road before.

"Is she planning something for me?" Soubi inquired.

"She hasn't mentioned it." Ritsuka stuffed his hands into his purple trench coat that covered up to his knees.

As they walked, Soubi draped his arm loosely around Ritsuka's tiny shoulders.

He looked down at him then, at the large mass of black hair.

"Are you planning something?" Soubi said, ever so softly. His cigarette was halfway through and as they walked, the ashes fell to the ground.

"I…" Ritsuka began but stopped as he spotted a familiar face.

HAHAHAHA, to be continued in the next chapter!

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