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The prompt Riot was courtesy of IForgotMyPassword

This was supposed to be a drabble but it ended up being a two chapter story, hope you like:)

Chapter One

"We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news from Mitsuhashi University." Akihiko sat up from the couch he'd been snoozing on and stared as the camera cut to another just outside the gates of M University. A young woman with a microphone said, "What started as a peaceful protest has blown into a riot. Students and teachers who were not involved in the protest remain trapped inside."

Akihiko didn't wait for the rest of the report and dashed out the door.

…

Nowaki casually glanced at the TV in one of the playrooms when it stopped playing Pokémon and jumped to a news reel. Mitsuhashi was under siege. Nowaki's heart nearly stopped for a moment, then it kicked into overdrive. "Excuse me kids." He hastily exited.

"Senpai, can you please cover for me?" he begged, bursting into the locker room where Tsumori was about to leave.

"What's wrong?"

"Hiro-san is in the middle of a riot!"

Tsumori's eyes widened. "Go ahead." He pulled his lab coat back on.

"Thank you," he said, taking off.

"You owe me!" Tsumori yelled after him.

"Of course!" Nowaki called over his shoulder.

…

Whispers flew from one student to the next in Teito University. When news of a riot reached Shinobu's ears, he stuffed his books and papers into a bag and abandoned his friends. They watched him go in surprise.

One asked, "Do you suppose his girlfriend goes there?"

"I thought his girlfriend was way older," said another.

"Maybe she teaches there."

"No wait, isn't that the school his dad is the headmaster of?"

"His dad is the headmaster of Mitsuhashi? Jeez, no wonder he never worries about money."

"Yeah," was the general murmur.

"You think he's worried about his dad then?"

"Must be."

…

Miyagi was bored out of his mind. Unable to leave the school, he and Kamijou had locked themselves in their office. Hiroki was busily grading papers, something he'd suggested the other teacher should do to pass the time.

Miyagi, of course, had no interest in doing that. Instead, he found an mp3 player that Kamijou had confiscated and was listening to it. Unfortunately, the music was making his ears bleed so he'd switched over to playing some sort of westernized version of Mahjong on the computer.

"I'm bored," he murmured, losing yet another game. "How much longer until the riot gets under control?"

"Can you still hear them screaming?" Hiroki asked.

"Yes."

"Then awhile," he said shortly, returning his focus.

All of two minutes later, both of their cell phones vibrated and rang.

"Hello," they both asked.

Both were assaulted by a cacophony of noise as their lovers tried to determine their status.

Hiroki got Nowaki to shut up first. Ensured of his safety, he did as Hiroki ordered and returned to the hospital with the promise that Hiroki would come to the hospital once the riot had quieted. No sooner had he shut his phone than it buzzed again.

"Hiroki!" Akihiko's voice was more hyped than Hiroki had ever heard it.

"Akihiko, what is it?"

"I'm outside the school and Misaki is inside. He's not answering his phone!"

"Mellow out," Hiroki replied. "Was he involved in the protest?"

"No."

"Then he's probably in one of the classrooms, waiting for the mob to be controlled."

"So why doesn't he answer his phone?"

"Perhaps he forgot it."

"Hiroki…"

The brunet sighed. Akihiko was clearly not going to let up. "I'll check a few classrooms and call you back when I find him, okay?"

"Yes." Akihiko hung up abruptly.

"Rude bastard," Hiroki muttered darkly, getting to his feet.

"You going somewhere?" Miyagi asked, covering the phone's mouthpiece while a loud youth continued toshout on the other end.

"A friend of mine is worried about his freeloader student. He'll keep bugging me unless the brat is found."

"Have fun, don't get killed by a mob."

Hiroki rolled his eyes and unlocked the door. He stalked out a moment later. Three classrooms later, the brat was nowhere to be found. Hiroki sighed. He'd already had to turn off his phone because Akihiko kept calling him for updates.

He tried a fourth classroom, the one closest to the main doors where the riot still raged on. He knocked and a teacher with a bruise on her cheek peered suspiciously at him before opening the door. Hiroki looked around. Like the teacher, most of the kids were ones who'd been outside when the riot started and had fled indoors after being unable to reach the gates. A few of them had minor injuries and others had more serious ones. A few had been bandaged and were lying in other kids' laps. Others sported large bruises with ice packs from the small onsite doctor's office. The doctor was in here, treating wounds as best he could but there was no way to get paramedics in here.

"Kamijou Sensei," a different female teacher said, getting to her feet. "What is it?"

"I'm looking for Takahashi Misaki."

Said boy got to his feet. "Sensei?" he asked uncertainly. Even from several feet away, Hiroki could see he had been caught by the mob. Bruises spackled his arms and a very large and very purple one had swollen his eye shut.

Hiroki rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone and turned it back on. The moment he did it started ringing. He flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Did you find him?"

"Just now."

He could hear him sighing in relief. "Can I talk to him?"

"I suppose." Hiroki held out his phone. "Tell him your fine."

Misaki's eyebrows lifted but he came over and took the phone. "Hello?" A second later, "Usagi-san?" His uninjured eye went round. "I'm fine…I forgot it." He grimaced, automatically patting an empty pocket where his phone should have been. "Really I'm—you're what? Why the hell are you outside the school? It's dangerous." He turned scarlet and murmured his lover's name. Hiroki raised an eyebrow. Akihiko had the kid embarrassed just by talking to him.

Misaki finally hung up and handed the phone back. He looked wistfully out the window. The rumble of activity outside was starting to calm. The riot was starting to break up, it seemed. "Finally," Hiroki muttered. He could leave now. He left the classroom without a word and headed back upstairs.

Just so he could go to the hospital. He sighed. Nowaki and Akihiko both were so annoying when it came to worrying. He pointedly shoved away the fact that he tended to worry about Nowaki when the damn brat was doing something foolish or hiding things from him. He reached the office and popped open the door.

There was Miyagi…and his brat…locked in a passionate embrace. "Oh for—" Hiroki cut himself off, instead asking, "How the hell did he get in here?"

"I fought." Hiroki noticed the boy's lip was a bit too puffy to have come from just a kiss.

"Idiot brat," Hiroki muttered. "I'm leaving."

"Good," Shinobu replied.

"See you tomorrow," Miyagi murmured slyly, earning a livid look from his lover.

"Whatever," Hiroki called. He headed back downstairs and looked out at the courtyard. Cops were cuffing those still resisting and medics were treating those lying on the ground. He noticed a red sports car that was abandoned by the gates and knew that Akihiko was somewhere around here but probably unhurt.

He walked outside and blinked in the bright sunlight. A cop looked at him suspiciously as if he thought Hiroki might try to attack him but he merely stalked past and headed out of the courtyard and down the street. He didn't stop until he reached the hospital.

To be continued…

Hiroki: Seriously?

Chey: Yes. Deal with it. Please review and thanks for reading!

~CheyanneChika