Welcome to Junsuina Sumatto!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Junjou Romantica! Nor do I own the following characters:

Izumiya Kenta

Izumiya Yuudai

Christian Wolfe

I DO, however, own the following characters:

The Tsukuyomi Family

Sato Toshiro

Watanabe Tatsuya

Kajiwara Aoi

WARNINGS: This is rated MATURE for a reason, those reasons include adult themes, such as graphic sexual content and violence. May also include naughty language not suitable for children!

Chapter One: Introducing the Minds

It was just another evening in Tokyo as the setting sun cast an orange glow across the city that began to light up with action that Friday night. Mitsuhashi University seemed to stand tall, the sun glinting off it as students piled out and teachers packing up to leave for the day while some others stayed behind for work.

"This is unfair. I studied hard enough, why would Kamijou-sensei flunk me?" Tsukuyomi Riku complained as he stared down at his marked test, numerous red pen marks slicing through answers and a big fat thirty-four percent glaring up at the college freshmen. His lavender eyes were mere orbs of anger as he blew loose strands of black hair from his face.

"Did you study the right material? Maybe you went over the wrong chapter." Izumiya Kenta pointed out as he ran a hand through his indigo dyed hair, tying it back as he glanced at his friend with purple eyes.

"Chapter twelve, right? Something about that European man… What does he have to do with Classical Japanese Literature?" Riku complained as he shoved the test into his snow-designed messenger bag. Kenta sighed, shaking his head.

"A lot, Riku… And we were supposed to study chapter eleven, not twelve."

"Augh! This is why I don't study in the first place because I can never remember the chapters!" Riku whined, then puffed out a cheek comically in a pout as he folded his arms over his chest as he walked with his friend down the street. Kenta merely smiled crookedly with a raised eyebrow before he smiled fully and gave Riku a small pat on the head, ruffling his hair. Riku felt his cheeks grow warm as he glanced up at Kenta.

"I'm glad you studied something. Normally you'd be caught up with Akira's outrageous parties. Did he call one off last night or…?" His voice trailed as he raised an eyebrow curiously. Riku blushed a little more, his eye twitching.

"No, but I begged Kazuya's boyfriend to take me with him and Kazuya to work so I could study and he let me use his office… It was kind of awkward, but… I did get to concentrate a little." He admitted with a shrug, averting his eyes and pouting a little, making Kenta nod and look up as they approached the pastel blue apartment complex just a block away. They walked across the parking lot and Riku counted the cars that belonged to the residence, recognizing one as Akira's and another as Tatuya's, then blinked as his eyes landed on a motorcycle nearby.

"Eh? That's a new one- Woww! It's really shiny too!" Riku exclaimed, putting a finger to his lip and leaning in to inspect it. Kenta blinked, then stared at the motorcycle for a while and he felt like someone had just punched him in the chest, making him grimace.

"Uh, yea… Well, look. How about we meet at my house for studying tonight, all right? I think I'll just go home and cook." He managed and Riku turned around to give him another stubborn pout, a fist on his hip.

"Whaaat? But you said we could have dinner at my house for once. I made sure it was clean before I left this morning… And I usually don't clean either. That's usually Kazuya's job…" Riku added under his breath, looking the other way for a moment before looking back at Kenta, who was tensing up.

"What's wrong, Kenta?" He asked, confused. Kenta shifted a little and lifted his eyes to look up at the apartment complex with a thoughtful stare, his fists clenching at his sides.

No, what am I thinking? There's got to be plenty of motorcycles out there like his… Not every single one I see is that exact motorcycle… I'm getting paranoid, I'm almost as bad as Riku during physical education. He thought, more in annoyance at himself before he turned to Riku and laughed a little.

"Sorry, I was thinking something else. Come on, it's your penthouse, lead the way."

"Er? Okay then… You know, you act really strange sometimes." Riku pointed out with a shrug as he turned and led the way into the main lobby, where people were coming up and down elevators. Riku hit a few buttons on the elevator keypad before the doors opened and he walked inside with Kenta at his side. The doors closed and Riku stretched a little before rubbing his eye sleepily.

"Guh, I'm so changing when I get back… You can just wait in the living room if you want, watch a little TV. If Tatsuya's here, that means Kazuya's here too and we can have dinner here." He added, yawning a bit as the doors slid open to reveal a long hallway with windows on the opposite wall, giving a full, wonderful view of the city lit up in the evening, making Kenta blink in awe. Riku stopped as Kenta paused to stare out the windows, then he laughed a little and grabbed Kenta's sleeve.

"Come on. The window in our living room is a lot bigger and you get a way better view."

"There's a better view than this?"

"Oh yea. Let's go!" Riku exclaimed and beamed, dragging Kenta down the hallway after him. Kenta kept up a good pace behind Riku, his eyes still averted out the window for a while before moving back to Riku.

This is the first time I've ever been to Riku's penthouse… I hope it's not as scary as he always described it. Kenta thought with a sweat drop before Riku threw open a door at the end of the hallway. Kenta twitched and Riku stopped right in front of him, causing them to collide a little. Riku groaned and smacked his forehead. Whatever for? Well…

The once clean living room was trashed, all within the time frame of eight hours. The leather sofa that led to a second sofa was covered in dirty laundry and McDonald bags with drinks spilt across the hardwood floor that seemed to also be caked in food, that didn't even appear to be from McDonalds. The flat screen television across the sofas as well as the glass coffee table seemed to be home to several towels and DVDs were scattered across the floor, a lamp smashed on the floor. Walking into the living room, Riku muttered curses that made even Kenta blush a little as he closed the door behind them. Riku went to the first door on the right, leaving Kenta to stare at the mess in disgusted surprise.

"Akira! Akira, you bastard, I… Oh, oops." Riku stiffened in the doorway, dropping his arm from the thrust out door with his other hand in a fist. Sitting at the island counter in the center of the kitchen was not only Akira, but a trio of other men as well. One man looked particularly dangerous, his dark close-cropped spiked hair frosted blonde and his eyes hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses while a black winter coat hung on his shoulders, a black tank top and ripped jeans matching underneath. Next to him was a guy leaning forward with a cigarette, the smoke curling into the air. His hair was a reddish brown and hanging loosely to his shoulders in the back, cut shorter up front with his bangs hanging over his eyes, an almost wild smirk on his face. He wore a gray leather jacket, a concert t-shirt, and beige corduroy jeans.

The last guy had jet black hair, cut loose and straight, just under his chin and dazzling blue eyes. He wore a pair of snug skinny jeans and a dark jacket over a black graphic t-shirt with the picture of a snake coiled on it. Riku blushed in embarrassment as all the guys turned to look at him, almost annoyed.

"Oii, Riku," Akira complained, flipping his loose black ponytail over his shoulder and turning to pout at him, "Don't burst in here like that. We were talking about something important!" Riku blinked, then suddenly remembered why he burst in there in the first place and scowled, thrusting a finger in Akira's face, making his brother glare at him.

"You! I cleaned up the place so Kenta could come over for dinner without tripping on the messes that you make! Jeez, Akira, you're such a jerk sometimes and what're you doing with people in the kitchen? Did Kazuya say you could have people over-"

"Calm down," The dangerous man retorted, reaching out and plucking the cigarette away from the middle guy, who yelped and pouted, before the man stuck the cigarette in his mouth before blowing the smoke in Riku's direction, making him stiffen, "Jeez, Akira, you never said anything about your kid brother being a spazz… Who did you say your friend was, by the way?" He looked even more dangerous now the way he peeked over his sunglasses, a smirk sweeping across his face. Riku felt his face grow hot as he took a nervous step back and ended up hitting the door, which had closed behind him. He yelped and shifted uncomfortably.

Where did all that adrenaline go? This guy is such a creep! What's Akira doing with someone like him? He thought and averted his eyes, but he caught someone staring at him from across the room and his eyes landed on the last guy, who seemed to be watching him as he leaned on his hand. Riku dropped his eyes as soon as he met those serious blue eyes, then yelped as Akira had gotten up and put an arm around his shoulders, gesturing his other arm toward the guys.

"Ne, Riku, meet my partners in crime! Izumiya Yuudai, Kajiwara Aoi, and Christian Wolfe! Yuudai's just a really close… Friend of mine," Akira paused to look over at Yuudai, who merely shrugged and waved his hand to tell him to continue before Akira beamed and went on, "Aoi works at a modeling agency, so he's super popular and can totally snag some guests and Christian plays in this really great rock band, I'm positive you'll love it! Well, we kinda need help to get a younger crowd too and since you go to a nice college, we figured maybe you can help reel in some friends?"

"F-Friends? Akira, I don't know about this… You can get in a lot of trouble if they find out there are underage drinkers-"

"Oh, quit worrying," Akira waved his hand with a little smile, hearts practically glowing around him as he closed his eyes, "It'll be easy to get by the manager! I'm great at convincing!" Riku twitched, glaring at him as he blushed.

"Kazuya's going to kill you when he finds out-"

"If he finds out-"

"Speaking of Kazuya, where is he?"

"You're not gonna tell him, are you?" Akira asked worriedly. Riku glared and opened his mouth to yell that of course he was going to tell, but then he stopped when he caught Yuudai moving out the corner of his eye, toying with a kitchen knife innocently. Riku gulped and looked back up at Akira, who was smiling down at him.

"Uhm… No… I just wanted to know if he was going to make dinner for Kenta and I." He mumbled under his breath. Akira beamed and threw his arms around Riku's neck, jerking him up in a hug.

"Oh, you're the greatest, Riku! No wonder no one can hate you! Kazuya's in his bedroom with Tatsuya, do not disturb! Oh, jeez, I can't wait for this party to get started! You have to come, bring Kenta too! You guys can come as a pair if you want, I always wanted to see if you two would match." He mused, leaning back and tapping his chin.

"You're dating a guy?" Aoi asked, his eyebrows going up in surprise. Christian frowned behind his hand, cocking a brow at Riku, who turned red in embarrassment.

"N-No, of course not! He's only my friend!" Riku cried and Akira just laughed, giving Riku's cheek a little pinch. Riku waved him away and stepped back, glaring at him as he rubbed his cheek, but he couldn't stop his eyes from glancing out the corner of his eye once again toward Christian, who was rolling his eyes and leaning away from the counter with a bored look on his face while Aoi laughed and made a crude comment, Yuudai smirking in response.

Christian… That name's foreign… But I like the sound of it… Ugh, what am I thinking, this guy is hanging out with Akira, no doubt he's one of Akira's flings… Riku thought with a sigh, then turned and walked out the door to see Kenta leaning on the back of the leather sofa, his eyes averting out the window. Riku blinked as Kenta looked at him before Riku allowed his blush to fade away now. He sighed.

"I'm so sorry about this, Kenta. Akira's… Got some friends over," He paused, then blinked and looked over at Kenta, "Speaking of his friends, one of them is called Izumiya Yuudai. Is he related to you?" Kenta stiffened, his eyes widening as he leaned off the back of the sofa.

So it was his motorcycle…! Of all the rotten luck… But what's Yuudai doing here of all places? I thought he was out of Tokyo for a while… He thought with averted eyes before sighing and reaching up to put a hand through his hair.

"He's… My older brother…" He murmured. Riku blinked and looked at him in surprise, tilting his head a little.

"Older brother? I didn't know you had a sibling."

"Yea… I don't mention him very much."

"No offense, but I can see why," Riku mumbled, making Kenta glance at him curiously, "He… He's kind of scary. Akira's in there planning a huge party in the apartment dance hall downstairs and he's having your brother and two other guys help him…" His voice drifted as he thought of Christian again and he didn't realize he was blushing until he saw the weird look on Kenta's face.

"What?"

"… Nothing. So what do we do now?"

"Erm, I'll talk to Kazuya about dinner when he's done doing whatever he's doing… If you want, we can just go to my room and study for a little bit."

"All right." Kenta nodded in agreement and followed Riku around the sofas and down a hallway, two doors on the left, four on the right. However, one particular door caught his eye, making him blink with curiosity. It was completely shut, with what appeared to be a towel underneath it and it had a very dangerous DO NOT DISTURB SIGN on the front door. Riku glanced at Kenta, at the door, then away with a huff.

"Don't bother. That's Hioshi's room… He's a shut-in." He replied. Kenta looked at Riku as they walked to the last door on the right.

"What do you mean?"

"He's afraid of leaving his room. I haven't actually seen him in a while."

"Is he all right?"

"Yea, sure. He's probably online. I can check when we get in the room." Riku opened his bedroom door and Kenta sweat dropped, guessing that Riku only decided that the living room needed cleaning, not his room. The bed was a mess with books and papers, some crumpled up and others flying loose while the blankets were all over the place, some pillows strewn about. It's basically how the entire room looked, save for a far corner that was near a bathroom door.

The corner where Riku's computer sat on a shelved computer desk that seemed all tidied up with Kleenex, a mini-fridge, and a nice leather chair. Riku tossed his school bag at the foot of his bed, so Kenta decided to merely copy him before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning the piles of notebooks about the room.

"Why is your room so… Disorganized?" He asked as he watched Riku plop down in the leather chair, swiveling to face the computer screen as he took the mouse in his hand and double-clicked. Riku merely shrugged as he leaned back in his chair.

"Dunno, hardly in here much anymore. I've mostly been hanging out at your place or the university." He admitted. Kenta frowned, but said nothing as the screen came up as well as few instant message bubbles before Riku clicked on one and typed, signing in:

OreoFrappe has just signed in…

Shutupanddie has just signed in…

OreoFrappe: Hioshi!

Shutupanddie: What do you want? I was teaching a class.

OreoFrappe: Oh, sorry… I just wanted to see if you were okay… Kenta told me to.

"Don't tell him that," Kenta cried in embarrassment as he leaned on the back of Riku's chair, making Riku grin and look up at him, "It was just a suggestion!" Riku looked back at the screen and typed:

OreoFrappe: He's shy.

Shutupanddie: … I see… Well, tell him thanks for the thought, but I don't need it.

Kenta grimaced a little, his grip tensing on the edge of the chair. Riku sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back in the chair.

"Don't mind him, he's always like that. He can get nastier too- Hey!" He yelped as Kenta gave the seat a little push and leaned across Riku to begin typing.

OreoFrappe: Seeing as you're locked up in your room, I was just a little concerned! Why would you lock yourself up in there anyway? How old are you?

Shutupanddie: Twenty, why do you care? Are you going to lecture me?

OreoFrappe: Of course not! I don't know you well enough…

Shutupanddie: Then buzz off.

"I'm sorry," Riku complained as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Kenta seemed to struggle with a response, "Hioshi's just not the social type. He's really closed off, literally… I think it's best to just leave him alone." Kenta leaned away from the keyboard to look at Riku.

"But, he's your brother, don't you want to get him out like everyone else?"

"Sure, I do. We all do, but Hioshi's really stubborn and he doesn't listen to anyone. He acts like the boss of the penthouse a lot of times. He even bosses Kazuya around, but there's no point in trying to change him. He won't let you."

"I see." Kenta stared at the computer screen as Riku typed his scolding and goodbye before exiting the conversation, setting his status to away as he turned in his chair, looking up at Kenta as he clasped his hands in his lap.

"Should we study then, I guess? Unless you wanted to wash up, my bathroom's over there, or…"

"It's fine, we'll study." Kenta smiled. Riku smiled back, a bit shyly before he got up and followed Kenta to the bed. He pushed the books and papers away, sitting on the edge of the bed and picking a textbook out of his bag and a fresh notebook. Kenta did the same and began to read off vocabulary words from the textbook as Riku hurriedly wrote them down. After an hour of this, there was a knock at the door and Riku looked up with a sigh of relief.

"Come in!" He yelled and the door opened so that Tsukuyomi Kazuya could step in, a very sweet smile on his face. Kenta blinked, wondering if this was seriously one of Riku's siblings. The guy was tall and he had black hair with an almost purplish shine to it and his eyes were a bluish-lavender color. He wore what looked like a doctor's uniform, complete with the jacket and a scrub shirt, though, he wore a pair of blue jeans.

"Sorry it took so long, guys," Kazuya laughed a bit as Kenta and Riku stood up, "Tatsuya and I were talking about something important when we got called in, so I hurried to make some dinner. I hope you don't mind something foreign today since Akira and his friends are also staying over.""Whaaat? You're kidding!" Riku cried in exasperation. Kenta sweat dropped as Kazuya cocked a brow and put a hand on his hip.

"Riku, don't start. Akira can have friends over too, and I know he messed up the living room again, but I'll clean it when I get back from work," He told him, then turned to Kenta with a gorgeous smile, holding a hand out, "It's a pleasure to meet you, by the way, my name's Kazuya." Kenta blinked, them smiled in return and shook Kazuya's hand.

"Well, it's great to finally meet you! Riku talks about you often! Sorry I have to rush out like this, hopefully you can come again and we can actually sit around a table." Kazuya laughed lightheartedly. Kenta nodded and watched as Kazuya waved to them and walked out the door. Riku sighed, averting his eyes.

"Then, I guess we can eat in here if you want… You probably don't want to be around your brother and quite frankly, I don't wanna be around mine right now either." He pouted again, folding his arms over his chest. Kenta smiled faintly.

He's such a little kid sometimes.

"Whatever you'd like. You're the host."

"Okay, well, come on. You're gonna love Kazuya's cooking, it's really good!" Riku exclaimed and beamed before leading the way out of the room. As they neared the kitchen, Kenta got a churning sensation.

Yuudai's here. I just hope there's no trouble. He thought hopefully, glancing up at the ceiling as if to silently pray to whoever was up there. Riku pushed open the kitchen door to see Akira tossing out plates to his guests. Sure enough, Kenta recognized Yuudai sitting at the other end of the counter. The older Izumiya brother glanced up at first carelessly, then his eyes snapped back up and he gave more of an amused look than anything.

"Sorry about the mess," Riku muttered and flashed a glare at Akira, who blushed and merely grinned, "He got the kitchen too." Kenta merely nodded and kept beside Riku as they approached the stove. Riku opened the cupboard and reached for some food, grumbling.

"Stupid genes… Why am I so short?"

"Yea, dad was pretty tall," Akira smirked as he came up beside Riku, making him twitch as he reached out and grabbed a couple bowls and plates, "Mom was average… Maybe you're just the odd one out."

"And they were both smart, you must be a black sheep too." Riku muttered. Akira twitched and huffed and bopped Riku on the head with the plates, making him yelp before he handed the plates to Kenta, who sweat dropped.

"Come on, Riku, let's eat." Kenta told Riku, who had opened his mouth to throw another comment at Akira, but he looked at Kenta and decided to give up. He let Kenta go on ahead of him back to the room as he got more of the food out, Aoi apparently having left due to unknown circumstances. This left Yuudai and Christian, who seemed to be gladly ignoring one another.

"So, you're friends with Kenta?" Riku jumped at the sound of Yuudai's voice and glanced at him a bit uneasily as he put the top back on the pot of food.

"Uh, yea… And you're his brother, right?" He asked. Yuudai crinkled up his nose for a moment, then smirked and set his chopsticks down on his plate, letting his hand touch the counter, his fingers drumming.

"I rather not be. How old are you?"

"He's too young for that." Christian muttered and averted his eyes, slurping up noodles when Yuudai flashed him a sharp look that just oozed a demonic presence. Riku felt his body stiffen, his face growing warm.

"Too young for what?" He asked obliviously. Yuudai smirked.

"Stick around and maybe I'll show you, hm?"

"No wonder your brother doesn't like you." Christian said under his breath. Yuudai chose to ignore him this time and Riku could just tell by the look in those deep blue eyes that Yuudai wasn't being friendly, at all. In fact, that adjective couldn't even be used in the same sentence with this guy's name, unless it followed wasn't or isn't.

"Uhm, I'm busy!" Riku blurted and ran out of the kitchen, almost slamming into Akira, who yelped in protest and glared after Riku as he vanished down the hallway to his bedroom. Akira put a fist on his hip and pouted stubbornly before huffing and whirling around, going back into the kitchen as he adjusted his snug red hoodie, the sleeves a bit past the heel of his palm.

"Jeez, what the heck was his problem?" He asked as he walked in. Christian frowned and was tempted to comment on Yuudai's outstanding ability to make friends in a tone that just overflowed with sarcasm, but he decided against it because Yuudai had just stabbed the piece of meat on his plate with his chopsticks and almost cracked the plate.

"He seemed pretty giddy. Is he on anything?" Yuudai drawled casually, glancing up as he took his sunglasses off his head and placed them on the counter. Akira blinked, then frowned a little as he sat down, picking up his chopsticks.

"No, Riku's been like that ever since we left Osaka," He muttered with a dirty look at the counter, "There was this totally stupid guy back there, Toshiro, he and Riku sort of had something going on and I only found out after they broke up that the guy was beating Riku up! He was such a jerk, I always knew he was an asshole. Anyway, I think that made Riku kind of jittery, so sorry if he acts like a freaking Chihuahua." Yuudai cocked a brow after taking a huge gulp of beer.

"That so?" He asked. Christian frowned, leaning on his elbows after pushing his empty plate away, eyeing Yuudai before looking at Akira.

"He's pretty young for that, isn't he?" He asked. Akira shrugged as he poured himself a glass of beer, offering some to him, but Christian declined.

"He's eighteen, not that young. It happened about a year ago? He was really bad when we first got here, but he warmed up, thanks to Kenta. I still think Riku needs a boyfriend because he tends to get way outta control… And lonely since everyone's always busy. I got my life, Hioshi has his, all locked up in that room of his, Kazuya and Tatsuya work in the same building basically." He explained. Christian looked away, reaching up to scratch the side of his head rather thoughtfully.

"Hm." Was all he responded with as an image of the youngest Tsukuyomi brother came into his head.

That's too bad… And eighteen? Jeez, he looks like he's still in the middle of high school or something… He thought and reached out, taking a sip of his water calmly as he closed his eyes, pushing the thought of his head as Akira began to talk about the party in the dance room downstairs again. This meant big money and popularity and nowadays, that was important!

After a while, after having finished his dinner, Riku groaned and threw his books on the floor, glaring at them as Kenta winced and waved a hand for him to calm down.

"It's all right, Riku… If it's not in there, check the dictionary?"

"The dictionary's in Hioshi's room…"

"Then let's go get it."

"I may not seem like the happiest person in the world, but I'm not suicidal!"

"Riku!"

"It's true, Hioshi's gonna be pissy probably because it's getting late. He acts weird if he doesn't get enough sleep."

"I'm sure it'll be fine, come on." Kenta rose to his feet, brushing crumbs off himself and picking up the plates, piling them on the nearby nightstand. Riku watched him uneasily before getting up when Kenta cocked a brow at him. He sighed and walked out the door with Kenta behind him, approaching the door that seemed to just radiate a hateful aura, especially with a not-so-friendly DO NOT DISTURB sign duct taped to the door. Riku rapped his knuckles on the door and waited before there seemed to be a faint shuffling sound on the other side. Following this was the sound of many locks and chains, making Kenta sweat drop and Riku blush a bit in embarrassment.

The door opened, but only a crack and only a faint blue glow and a single eye seemed to peek through it for a moment before the door opened fully and almost immediately, the tension of the air around the door seemed to fade, at least, for Kenta it did. He blinked in surprise at the sight of Riku's shut-in brother, as he'd never seen the boy, but he knew he had to have.

The boy looked almost exactly like Riku!

The same facial structure of beautiful pouty lips with a young shaped jaw and adorably tilted eyes, however, the only difference had to be the height and that Hioshi's hair was a bit longer and more disheveled, as if he had just gotten out of bed, and his eyes were not as innocent as Riku's. No, those icy cold eyes seemed to be judging everything in front of them and right now, Kenta was the target of those half-lidded cold eyes.

He wore a low-cut loose gray thermal shirt with a pair of black pajama pants that were hanging a bit low on his waist, showing off a bit too much skin since an arm was tucked behind his head and his other fist was on his waist.

"Mm? What'd you two want?" He asked, but his eyes didn't look down at his brother and instead, stay locked up on Kenta, who was staring at him as if surprised. Hioshi looked back at him, studying him as if he was some kind of experiment. Riku sighed, completely clueless to the staring contest as he thrust a hand out.

"Ne, Hioshi, we need the dictionary." He stated. Hioshi stared at Kenta a little while longer before looking at Riku with a cocked brow and slightly puckered lip expression before he sighed and stepped side, gesturing.

"You can come in for a bit and look for it. I might've misplaced it." He said. Riku blinked in surprise and seemed to eager to care about why Hioshi would invite anyone in, scurrying past Hioshi and into the room. Kenta flinched a little and went after him, pausing to look around the room.

It was by far the cleanest room Kenta had ever stepped in. The navy bedspread was perfectly made and tucked under the mattress and a line of plush toys was placed against the wall, ranging from bunnies to puppies to kittens, which made Kenta's heart thump. The floor was spotless and clean, the carpet vacuumed and all the things put away on the shelves with hardly a poster on the wall, only newspaper clippings and a couple family photos.

"Wow, this room is neat." Kenta murmured in awe, looking around and taking note that there wasn't even dust on the shelves. Hioshi had plopped down in his computer chair with one knee drawn up to his chest, his other leg dangling off the edge as he rested his arms on his chair while Riku looked about the room, glancing under the bed and behind shelves.

"I'm no slob," Hioshi muttered, making Kenta look up after taking a seat on the bed on Riku's request, "Unlike my idiotic brothers, I take pride in cleanliness… That's why I stay here." Kenta stared at him for a while, then blinked after letting Hioshi's words go through his head. He winced and frowned a little.

"There's always a little mess somewhere, it doesn't have to be perfectly clean." He pointed out. Hioshi gave him a look of unconvinced disgust, but Riku cut off his next comment with a snort.

"Don't bother with him, Kenta. Hioshi's just a stubborn jackass."

"Hypocrite." Hioshi replied calmly, but there was a slight ice to his voice that made Kenta grimace. How awkward was it when he was around people that argued? He averted his eyes to see Riku's reaction, but Riku had turned and ignored him, bending over to look through a box by a bookshelf.

"When's the last time you were outside?" Kenta decided to ask, looking at Hioshi, who looked at him and Kenta regretted trying to make eye contact with him again. Those icy blue eyes were like icicles, it seemed almost unfitting for them to look so cold on such a cute face.

"Don't remember, maybe five years ago or something? More or less." He answered at last, looking down at his fingernails and studying them. Kenta's eyes widened.

"What? So long?"

"It didn't feel long… Jeez, get that look off your face," Hioshi huffed, closing his eyes while turning his face away and holding up a hand toward Kenta, "You don't know me enough to care. Worry about yourself… Jeez, you and Riku are the same sometimes."

"I heard that!" Riku shouted from the bathroom in an annoyed tone. Hioshi merely rolled his eyes before watching Riku move about in the bathroom. Kenta stared at him, finding the words in his head, but for some reason, his mouth wasn't working. He watched as Hioshi leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back in the seat. He easily caught sight of Hioshi's smooth abdomen as his shirt lifted in the stretch.

Ugh, I'm becoming a pervert. That's terrible of me. I'm not that kind of person… But it's really so hard to look away. Hioshi's actually… Very attractive. I can't believe he never leaves his room… He thought in wonder, then almost jumped out of his skin when Hioshi glanced at him out the corner of his eye, his arms folded behind his head as he leaned back in his chair.

"What?" He asked with a suspicious look. Kenta blinked and looked at him.

"Uh… Nothing…" He murmured. Hioshi raised an eyebrow for a moment, then his expression seemed to grow a bit amused as he leaned on the arm of his chair, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. Those icy eyes seemed to glint, even in the dimly lit bedroom. The only sound other than the whirring of the fan in the computer was Riku's muttering in the bathroom before Hioshi seemed to smile very faintly, very faintly.

"You are very attractive, Kenta… Would you like to date me?" He asked. Kenta choked on his own breathing and gasped, his hand flying to his chest to clutch his shirt. Hioshi kept smiling, only it became more and more noticeable and Riku rushed out of the bathroom.

"Kenta! Kenta, are you all right? What's wrong?" Riku asked, confused as he watched Kenta's cheeks grow red hot. All the while, Hioshi watched with a now flat expression, though, the gears in his mind seemed to be whirling. Kenta struggled to stand up.

"Uh, sorry, I just remembered, I think I might've left the stove in my apartment, I'm really sorry, Riku, but I should probably go home. We studied a lot anyway, I'm sure you can make the chapter outline yourself, right?" He asked, his voice shaking. Riku pouted.

"Well, yea, I guess so…"

"Right, again, I'm so sorry, Riku. I'll see you tomorrow!" Kenta was out the door and Riku went after him, but Kenta was already grabbing his stuff. Hioshi came up as far as the door and peered around the corner, keeping at least half of himself in his room as he watched. Meanwhile, the kitchen door was just opening to reveal Akira, Yuudai, and Christian just about to come out when Kenta easily flew by and went out the door, shutting it behind him. Akira blinked, scratching the side of his head.

"Where's Kenta going?" He asked, confused. Riku shrugged, looking confused as he stared at the door. Christian frowned and Yuudai raised an eyebrow, glancing out the corner of his eye before he caught a movement from the hallway. Without a doubt, someone had vanished into a room, slamming the door shut rather forcefully. Yuudai took a guess that it was Akira's other brother, Hioshi. It made him smirk as he looked back to the door in amusement.

"That was weird," Riku murmured, twiddling his fingers, then twitched as if he suddenly remembered the situation in his head, his fists clenching, "Goddamn it, it's Hioshi's fault! It has to be! He said something to hurt Kenta! I hate it when he does this! I can never have any friends because of him!" Akira winced and patted Riku on the shoulder, forcing a smile.

"It's okay, Riku! Calm down, I know you're mad… Maybe you should just go watch some TV or something? Even better, a bubble bath! Go take a bubble bath! That always makes me feel good! Well, other than certain other things…" His voice trailed and nobody missed the way he glanced almost without thinking at Yuudai, who was innocently opening and closing his sunglasses with a bored look on his face. Riku sighed, looking the other way with a bit of a frown.

"Fine… Fine, whatever. I guess I will… I don't have any bubble soap, though, can I use your bathtub?"

"Whatever you want!" Akira beamed. Riku nodded and left them, looking a bit disappointed and pausing to give Hioshi's bedroom door a kick. Akira sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and shoving his other hand into his hoodie pocket.

"Ah, jeez. Something happened," He shook his head, glancing at Yuudai and Christian, "Well, we might as well go. Lemme just grab some cash from Kazuya's room. I'll meet you guys in the lobby." He waved before heading around the kitchen to a separate hallway. Christian frowned and turned away, heading for the door, but stopped when he saw Yuudai moving in the opposite direction.

"Where are you going?" He demanded suspiciously. Yuudai glanced over his shoulder with a smirk.

"I left my wallet in Akira's room. What? What did you think I was doing?" He asked tauntingly, but Christian merely huffed in annoyance and turned, throwing the door open and heading out, abusing the door in the same manner Hioshi abused his. Yuudai smirked and turned, heading toward the hallway.

Interesting. I wonder who Hioshi really is…

A/N: Well, my goal was 20 pages, but I only made it to 15 because I wanted to save the juicy bits for the next chapter and I like using cliffhangers, haha! Well, at least I hope it was somewhat of a cliffhanger :P Anyway, yea, same characters! A lot of things may seem the same, but do not be fooled. It will be different! Also, I dropped using the honorifics because I had a hassle writing it… I might pick up doing it again later, depends. Well, thanks so very much for reading, hope the characters are in check, and your reviews are greatly appreciated!