Dlbn: Hey there everyone! And welcome to another Loveless fic!

Nbld: On facebook, our Nisei Akame profile says his birthday is May 16th (I don't remember why I picked that date ^^"), so we decided to write him a little fic!

Dlbn: Now I know we already posted our Mother's Day special, but since it's so close (off by three days, whatever XD), we figured we'd put the two themes together for this little fic. And we know it's a day late, but he's a fictional character. It's not like he can get offended at us.

Nbld: And to keep it a day late, technically, we're going to break it into a two-shot. The first part will be on time, since there's only five minutes left of May 17th for us.

Disclaimer: I do not own Nisei Akame, Seimei Aoyagi, Chouma, Soubi Agatsuma, Bloodless, Mimuro-sempai, or any other familiar characters from Loveless. They all belong to Yun Kouga. I DO however, own Nisei's mentioned family, Mimuro's mother, and Nya. They are mine. Nisei's family you will remember from the holiday special, if you read it ^^"

Inspiration: The inspiration for this fanfic comes from Carrie Underwood's new hit song "Good Girl". I don't own her song either. Carrie Underwood does.

000

Nisei grunted at what his sensei was writing on the white-board at the front of the class. 'Mother's Day Celebration'. As much as he loved his mother, Nisei wouldn't tell her. He lived alone, and she was too far away. His reputation at the school was that of a secluded little loner. It would only prove his father right about him, and he didn't want his mom agreeing with the bastard. Since Seimei pretty much ruined his sister's perception and his father's perceptions of him, Nisei wasn't ready for his classmates to ruin his sweet mother's.

"Akame!" His sensei called his name.

Nisei slowly stood. "Hai, sensei?" He asked softly.

"Are you even paying attention to me? Stop zoning out!"

"Hai, Sensei. Gomennasai." Nisei bowed as his classmates snickered. He took a seat, inwardly grinning.

"As I was saying, everyone should bring their mothers, grandmothers, or female guardians to the brunch on Saturday morning." Sensei went on. "The brunch is free and will be accompanied with lovely music and a speech from the School Board President." He took a moment to breathe. "The brunch begins at noon. I expect everyone's attendance." He looked directly at Nisei, knowing he didn't come to school functions beyond 'Game Club'.

Nisei looked at him innocently, but he was fuming inside. How dare the man practically call him out on his almost guaranteed absence? Nisei would go, but be alone, merely from spite. No doubt Mimuro-sempai was hearing the same announcement and would nag him into going, anyway. Besides, this would be the perfect opportunity to meet momma Mimuro. After all, it was weird having never met the mother of the guy he'd taken the ears of, and was currently dating.

"Also, anyone interested in assisting with decorating and setup can sign up in the main office, like Akame has surprisingly done."

"What?" Nisei stood with a snap. "I did no such thing!"

"Well, someone did, so you're in this until the end."

Nisei sat back down slowly, muttering in irritation. This had to be Mimuro's doing. An attempt to make him be more social and have extracurricular activities for colleges he wasn't applying to. Mimuro had said it would be a waste of his intelligence to not go further then high school. He already had a job serving Seimei day in and day out, and catering to his every whim. He wouldn't have time for university on top of that.

"Alright, now that that's over, open your books to page 437. Miyane-chan, begin translating the first passage."

000

Nisei ignored Mimuro-sempai calling to him as he walked through the halls after his seventh period class. He was considering skipping out on his last two classes and Game Club so he could avoid his boyfriend. He'd never hear the end of it, though, and he didn't want to go home anyway.

"I've been calling you, kopai." Mimuro said, grasping Nisei's sleeve. It appeared he had had to run to catch up. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"You should know, sempai." Nisei flirtatiously let the word curl off his lips.

They may have agreed to keep their relationship a secret from classmates and school staff, but that didn't mean Nisei couldn't have a little fun.

"I should?"

"I know you're the one that signed me up for the decoration committee."

Mimuro blushed. "And you're mad about that, kopai? I'm on the committee too. Come on, it'll be fun."

Nisei glared. "Yeah, as much fun as being run over by a steam roller."

Seimei wasn't the only one with a morbidly inappropriate sense of humor.

"Please, Akame-kopai, just stop complaining and help out." He leaned closer to his ear and whispered. "If you be a good boy and agree, I'll give you a reward." His tongue slowly traced the outer shell of the fighter's ear.

Nisei hid the shoulder coursing through his body. "Ugh." He feigned annoyance. "Fine. When is it?" His eyes shifted to Mimuro's. "My reward better be worth it." He whispered.

"Friday evening at six." Mimuro nodded once. "It will be."

"I'll be there, then. Good."

The late bell rang, jarring the boys apart. Noting the absence of people in the halls, Nisei stretched and let loose his signature 'up to no good' smile. It was the one he typically bore, when he wasn't hiding his true self. At the school, only Mimuro had seen it, since keeping the façade up around him was pointless. Mimuro was a sacrifice, and part of the secret world Nisei lived in. Nisei didn't have to pretend with him.

"So why are you making me do this? Is this more of your 'convince Nisei to go to a university plan'? Cause it won't work."

"This is actually part of my 'convince Nisei to socialize beyond Seimei and me plan'. Your social skills leave a lot to be desired."

"Well, they do call me a sociopath." Nisei tapped a finger against his chin. "So that shouldn't be a surprise to you."

"You're not a sociopath." Mimuro shook his head. "You just weren't properly socialized."

Nisei cocked an eyebrow. "The definition of a sociopath."

"Actually…"

Nisei put a finger on Mimuro's lips to silence him. "Sh." He ordered. "My place tonight? Six?"

"And you'll get your reward." Mimuro kissed his fingertip. "But for now, we should get to class."

Nisei traced his hand over Mimuro's cheek and down his jaw. "Party pooper." He pouted.

Mimuro wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. Nisei melted into him as Mimuro kissed his temple.

"I know. But if you're late, you'll have detention again."

"Hey, my tardiness is your fault."

"How is it my fault?"

"The janitor's closet, the out of order bathroom, the shower room, the stairwell. All your ideas."

"That you enjoyed." The older teen flushed.

"All the same."

Mimuro shook his head. "Whatever. I'll see you in Game Club."

"10-4."

Mimuro moved to kiss Nisei's cheek, but the fighter turned his head and caught Mimuro's lips in his own. He nibbled on the elder's lower lip before lightly pushing him away.

"See you." He teasingly traced his hand under Mimuro's chin as he walked off to class.

"Akame, you're late." His eighth period sensei scolded as he entered the room.

"I'm aware of this fact." Nisei thought. But instead, he replied; "Gomennasai, Sensei. I took a bathroom break." And bowed.

"Probably was getting his ass kicked."A classmate commented.

Nisei bit back a snarl.

"I don't care the reason. After school detention for tomorrow."

Wednesday club meetings took priority at the school, so detention never occurred on Wednesdays. Nisei was glad. He didn't want to miss out on flirting with Mimuro and knowing he couldn't flirt back because of their agreement. The denial made their alone time at night that much better. Seimei never bothered Nisei on Wednesdays, not wanting to deal with a cock-blocked fighter.

"Hai, sensei." Nisei went to his seat, ignoring his classmates' jeers.

000

When Game Club came around, Nisei had had his full of his classmates and sensei. He sat on a couch in the lounge, playing a video game on his DS. Mimuro was late as usual, and the only other member that he tolerated-a girl named Nya Shi-was half asleep because of her cold. That left him alone with people he'd rather ignore. They were already half an hour into the meeting. Too much longer without Game Cub President Mimuro…whatever his last name was…and they'd all give up and leave. Nisei heard Mimuro's voice, followed soon after by a giggling female voice, and frowned. Girls were always all over his man, touching his boyfriend, and it made him sick. Only he had Mimuro's heart. They had no right to steal it.

"Oh, Mimuro-san!" The girl giggled. "That's so bold of you."

Nisei perked up at that, but he didn't show it. What in the world were they discussing out there?

"Yeah, I try." Mimuro said sheepishly. "So that's a plan?"

"It's a date."

Nisei's brow furrowed. He paused his game and went to the door. Nisei leaned out, using the doorframe for support. A pretty, feminine, dark haired teen in too small jeans and a cleavage bearing, neon green shirt was attached to Mimuro's arm. She blinked pretty sapphire eyes up at his flirtatiously.

Nisei growled. "Excuse me, Mr. Club President." He addressed Mimuro.

Both he and the girl looked up at him.

"Yes?" Mimuro asked.

"You're half an hour late. Drop the floozy and come to the meeting, or we're all leaving, 'kay?" He pushed off the door and reentered the room. "Every Wednesday, he's with some whore, instead of here." He muttered. "If he doesn't want to be here, he should step down, let the V.P. take over, and we'll elect a new V.P."

"Jealous much, Nisei?" Nya giggled, seemingly awake.

"He made a commitment, he should stick to it, that's all." Nisei fought a blush. "We're all here on time, after all." He flopped down on the couch.

"Maybe we should start coming late, then."

The other members glared at them, not very pleased that she was humoring him. Mimuro walked in the doorway, his face bright red.

"You're very rude, Akame." He told Nisei, glaring down at him.

Nisei shrugged. "You made a commitment, you should stick to it."

Mimuro rolled his eyes. "Sorry. Alright, let's begin the meeting."

Nisei's phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the number. Seimei. He opened the text.

Nisei, come.

He groaned. "I have to go."

"What?" Mimuro asked. "We haven't even started yet!"

"And whose fault is that?" Nisei slipped his DS into his backpack. "I'll see everyone later."

Nya grabbed his arm as he tried to leave. "Is it really that important?" She asked.

His phone buzzed again.

"It's an order." He said simply, pulling away. "I'll see you in class tomorrow."

"But!"

"Let him go." Mimuro said. "It's an order, after all." He winked at Nisei. "Later."

Nisei smiled and nodded, then left. He shouldn't keep Seimei waiting.

000

Nisei glared at his sacrifice over the top of his cup of coffee. He was dragged out of his club meeting for coffee with Seimei, Bloodless, and Chouma?"

"What?" Seimei snarled.

"I had to leave my club, the one thing in this world that I enjoy that's legal, for a stupid coffee date?" Nisei grunted. "I don't even like coffee."

"You could've gotten tea." Yuri, the Bloodless fighter, informed.

"Yuri, zip it." Her fighter, Hideo, ordered.

"All the same." Nisei glared. "Did I need to come?"

Seimei nodded. "I need you to hack into Seven Voices Academy's computers." He told Nisei. "I need Intel on what they plan on doing with my brother."

"Is there any part of your plot not associated with your brother?" Yuri wondered, earning a glare from Seimei.

"You understand what I want, Nisei?" Seimei asked.

"Hai." Nisei nodded.

"By Friday, no exceptions."

"Hai."

"Well, now that that's done, let's go shopping!" Chouma clapped.

"Can you handle the walk?" Seimei asked.

Chouma had problems with the muscles in her legs that made them give out without warning. Seimei's concern for her was strangely sincere. She was the only person Nisei could see his sacrifice in a relationship with. Though Seimei only saw people other then himself and his brother as pets or pawns for his plots. If Nisei was his dog, then Agatsuma was his rook, poor Ritsuka was his Queen, Yuri and Hideo were his pawns, and Chouma was his little bird.

"I'll be fine." She insisted. "Besides, I have you guys for support if I need it. Right, Nisei?" She leaned against his arm and looked up at him flirtatiously.

He shrugged her off. "Sure, Chouma." He sighed.

She giggled. "So let's go!"