A/N : I had this vision for too long and I couldn't put it into words! Dx. Oh well, this is the best I could do. Hope you all like it, plz don't comment if you don't like yaoi =_=.

WARNING: Male pregnancy and bedtime =X

Summary : A group of transfer boys come to the school one day; and Mikoto along with his friends Tohru and Yujiro dance a debut to welcome them. However, one of the boys, the leader; is a famous Mafia Lord's son! He harasses Mikoto into taking expensive gifts, as the boy tries his best to stay a distant.

Bride of the Mafia Lord

# 1. / The Mafia Lord's Son

Life at the All Boyrs Bording school was becoming more and more familiar. In the morning, a normal school boy, by noon a lolita princess, and in the evening a tired/exhausted teenager ready to sleep the night away. Of course he wouldn't admit he loved the crossdressing, would he now? Tohru and Yujiro made it into the room right after the debut for the newly transferred students, as Mikoto sighs with exhaustion. "I'm soo exhausted." He mutters, "Hehe, you'll get used to it Miiikooottooo." Yujiro teases, "Stop it you fag!" Mikoto teased. The three boys laugh together solemnly, "I'm kind of upset that the school's headmaster is resigning though, the school wouldn't be right without him." Tohru says sadly, "Well lets hope the new headmaster is just as nice as he is." Yujiro smiles. But it wasn't, the transfer ceremony had come to an end as all the boys left the stadium, whispering among themselves. "Hey, did you hear?" one asks, "Heard what?" Another asked. "All the boys that transferred are from the Yanagi family." The entire hallway gasped as the three princesses made their appearance. "What's going on?" The golden haired princess asks, "The Yanagi family? You mean? Mafia?" Almost immediately the princesses throats were quenched. "Its true. I heard that the transfer students are mafia." A whisper came out while the boys continued their gossip. "What? Mafia?" Mikoto was completely shocked, but not as shocked as the new headmaster.

Meanwhile. . .

A hand slams onto the wooden desk, as a young, handsome, blond haired prince glares at his fellow principal. "Who's the pink-haired princess?". The principal's eyes squint as he replied: "We don't have girls here at the school, Mr. Yanagi." The boy grits his teeth: "Tche, bastard." He says as he waves his hand in the air. And almost too quickly, his subordinates draw out their bats and knives, pointing it at the principal's throat. "Oh you mean that princess." Yanagi sits down, prompt on the chair, placing his feet onto the desk while smirking. "That's right, that princess. Where is she?" He demanded. The principal pulls off his glasses, "That's not a girl! Don't you know boy? This is an all-boys school!" The young mafia lord hesitates: "Then who was on that stage?" The old man laughs, "That was one of our princesses: Mikoto Yutaka." Persistent as he looked Yanagi set off, prepared for any test to win the heart of the *fair maiden, Mikoto-Chan. First period was finally over all the boys rushed out of the classes, ready for some relaxation of snacks and drinks when they all noticed trouble approaching. "Princess Mikoto! There's someone who wants to see you!" A boy called out. The boy looked up from his lunch tray, and looks back at his friends. Tohru and Yujiro stare. "An admirer maybe?" Yujiro teased while Mikoto rolled his eyes and stood up, leaving the classroom. "Let's follow." Yujiro smirks. The blue haired princess sighs, "You're always giving Mikoto trouble aren't you?" Tohru says, trying his best to keep smiles up. "C'mon, I want to see who it is!" The long haired boy pulls at his friend's arm, as they came to the lower level's window, where they could see Mikoto meeting with his admirer from the top. "Whoa. Isn't that the mafia lord or something?" He asked. Tohru's eyes widened, "HA?" He stares down and there in front of Mikoto was Nikaidou Yanagi, young, handsome, blondie. "I'm sorry I can't accept your feelings." The mafia lord stares confused while his men(in the background) gasp in unison.

"One: Because I don't like guys, and Two: I have a girlfriend." Mikoto says. "So thank you, but I can't." The boy turns around and walks away. Nikaidou stared after the pink haired princesses in awe, eyes wide, and body motionless. "Whoa, dude why'd you call him off?" Yujiro asks. "Huh? Cuz I have a girlfriend!" Mikoto shouts. "I'm not going to cheat on her! And besides I'm not gay!" The boy squeals. The conversation ended when the bell rang allowing all students to return to their dorms to study then sleep. Mikoto lie in his bed and reminded himself the feeling he had when his fellow schoolmate confessed. Words saying: "Will you hang out with me?" echoed in his head forcing the teenager to shake away the thought. Then in his confusion his cellphone rang, surprising the boy until he fell off the bed. "He-hello?" He answered. "Miko-Chan?" Immediately Mikoto recognizes the voice and brings a smile to the boy's face. "Megumi-Chan! How are you doing?" He asks happily, lying back down onto the bed. "We need to talk." The teenage boy realizes the tense in his girlfriend's voice and straightens his attitude, "What's wrong?" He asks sitting back up. A pause ocurred and the boy's face changes abruptly from serious to sad. The silence ends and Mikoto is snapped back to reality. "But why? We can always meet on weekends right?" He asked frantically. "No Mikoto. . . it won't work out. I already thought it over, I'm sorry." Sad as he could ever feel, Mikoto licks his dry lips as he keeps his voice calm from letting his girlfriend hearing how hoarse it would sound now if he cried. "I'm sorry for hiding it from you for so long, but I really think its best you find someone else. . . Miko? You there?" The boy stares at a photo frame with he and his girlfriend, reminiscing the memories they had together. "Oh. . .um, yeah, I'm. . . uh. . . . . have fun in Hawaii. Bye." He hangs up his cellphone falling back onto the bed. Staring into space while salty tears trail down his eyes, forcing himself to man-up. "Um. . . I'm breaking up with you. . . I don't think it'll work out. You're in bording school and I'm all alone." Memories started to pour back in torturing the boy's poor soul, as he hides himself under his covers, crying himself to sleep in an endless nightmare.

To be Continued. . .