(A/N: Hi everyone! I am new to this fandom, but I really wanted to write some IgarashixNanashima, so I did. Now, for all of you who are die hard cannon Nazis, I love the cannon of this, but I also love the idea of Iga and Nana being together, so don't hate on me for it, please. This isn't my first fanfic, I have written a lot of other stuff for Harry Potter and a couple other fandoms, but this is my first fanfic in quite a while. I am hoping to stick to this story, because I am actually in love with it myself. So, I hope you all enjoy.)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of these character belong to me, sadly. I am just using them and parts of the plot of Kiss Him, Not Me to relay a story that I love. All characters and parts of the plot belong to Junko, Michiko Yokote and Kodansha.

How The Princes Fell in Love

Written by: SadieAnnabethMellark

Chapter One

A prince should always be with a princess. There is no doubt about it. Princes didn't go with other princes. At least, that's what I had been trying to tell myself.

My name is Yuusuke Igarashi and I didn't know it yet, but I was slowly starting to find myself caught in a very interesting school semester. It was late October and almost the end of the week; finally, I was ready to have a couple days off from studying and attending school. There were only a few classes standing between me and the weekend.

I stretched as I walked along the hallway towards the big gym where Gym was being held today with Nanashima walking next to me, rambling about soccer tryouts for the year.

"Iga, are you trying out?" We walked into the boys' locker room.

"I planned on it. I've missed being out on the field. I know it's a spring sport, but I can't wait to just practice." I told him as we scooted around other students in our class to get to an empty locker, "You're trying out again this year, right?"

Nanashima bowed his head and didn't meet my eyes, "Nah. I can't with my knee and everything. It's still healing a bit from last year."

"Oh."

Nana lifted his head and smiled then, "Yeah. But, I am gonna go watch try outs. I wanna see what you're up against. I need to gage the competition for next year too."

I laughed, that sounded more like my best friend.

As we dressed out for the next hour of gym, I couldn't help but smile to myself. I'm glad Nana wasn't still bitter about what had happened last year at try outs. You see, Nanashima Nozomu and I have been friends with each other since the first year of middle school, when I moved into the area after my father had been transferred to another part of Tokyo for work. On my first day of school, the only seat left in Class 1-D, had been right next to a boy in the back who had stunning golden blonde hair and big amber eyes. As soon as I had sat down in my seat, the boy had looked over at me and smiled widely, "Hi. I'm Nanashima, but you can call me Nana. Everyone does!"

Who would have thought that we would have stuck together through thick and thin, especially after what happened on that fateful day last year. Nana and I continued onto high school together at Fukuoka High School. It was the first year that we were both eligible to compete on a school soccer team and this had made both of us extremely excited. Nana and I had bonded over soccer; we taught each other cool tricks and always had a good time out on the field.

When tryouts came, they were for the most part easy, until the accident happened. We had been playing a scourge match; Nana and I had been split up onto separate teams for the game, which we were kind of excited about. We knew each other well enough that it would finally be a little challenging. Nana had the ball and he was moving quick down the field; nobody had been able to keep up with him, that is, nobody but me. In one quick swipe, I had been able to steal the ball from Nana mid kick, but what had happened next, neither of us had predicted. Nana's foot followed through with no ball for it to connect with. He had been planning a winning goal, because the force of the follow through was hard enough to cause him to teeter backwards. Trying to save himself the embarrassment of falling over backwards he leaned forward, only twist his ankle and then his knee.

It had all happened quick. Nana went down hard into the grass, his knee pulled tightly to his chest as he gasped in pain. The doctors at the hospital had said that Nanashima had torn his ACL.

"Bro, what're you smiling about?" Nana asked as he pulled on a white t-shirt and then leaned against the locker.

I grinned, "Just excited for some gym. I need to get some energy out. I heard were playing volleyball from this kid in class 1-C." Nana's mouth opened to tease me, but a whistle blew, signaling us that our dressing out time was up.

All the boys in the locker room started staggering off towards the gym room door, ready for the hour of exuberance or hell to come.

"Igarashi! Your turn to serve!" The ball was tossed towards me and I caught it with ease. So far, my team had been winning and I was determined to finish this game for the win. We only needed three more points to win the match. This was going to be a piece of cake for sure. I tossed the ball up in the air and spiked it over the next towards the other team, who bounced it back to our side. Nana quickly hit the ball back over the net, almost scoring a point. The ball was saved by a scrawny kid on the other team who passed the ball back over to our side. With ease, I ran forward and leaped into the air, quickly smacking the ball towards the floor on the other side of the net, scoring us a point.

"Nice one Igarashi!" Ashina, one of my team members, clapped me on the back.

"Thanks man." I grinned at him and turned to give Nana a high five, "Nana, nice set!"

"What? You surprised?" He asked sarcastically as I batted at his head lightly.

"Wow, conceited much?" We both laughed and I hung my arm across his shoulders. In the background, I could hear the girls' teams giggling to one another about something, but I was focusing on getting ready for the next serve.

The other teams' server tossed the ball into the air and landed a nice smack to the volleyball. It bounded over the next and flew towards the sidelines, Nana bolting after it. The girls' teams scattered as Nana caught up to the ball, aiming to hit it back over the net. That's when I saw the oncoming collision. Nana was running, the ball was flying and standing oblivious to the entire scene was a very large, purple haired girl.

"Serinuma! Watch – ", It was too late. Nana was in front of the ball, sliding in front of it to serve it back, he smacked the ball away from Serinuma, but the force that continued to head towards her didn't stop, Nana, ran right into her, not being able to stop, causing them both to fall smack against the floor hard and slide towards the gym wall. Girls screamed, guys gasped.

My eyes widened in shock as I started over towards the commotion. Nana seemed to be alright as he knelt next to the dazed girl on the floor.

"Wake up! You're fine right?! Snap out of it!" He was yelling at the poor girl who had been knocked to the floor, "Don't you die! Don't you dare die, Serinuma!" People were starting to crowd around them, asking him if she was alright. I managed to push through the crowd enough to see my best friend, looking down awkwardly at the heavier girl.

"Nana!" I knelt next to him, "She alright?"

"Uh- "

A whistle blew, trying to get students to move so the coach could get through, "Out of the way! Out of the way! Nanashima? Is Serinuma okay?"

"She's passed out." Nana relayed to the coach. He nodded and started over to us.

"Ashina! Me! Go fetch one of the school nurses and have them help us bring Serinuma to the infirmary. She might have a concussion." Coach started trying to lift her into a sitting position as he tried to get through to her, "Serinuma, you alright?"

Her head lolled across his shoulder and he nodded to himself in confirmation.

I looked towards Nana whom was tensing and un-tensing his back. I knew he did this when he was embarrassed or nervous. While he had always been the class clown, the spirit of laughter for our class, he was in a way, unbearable intolerable of embarrassment.

I patted him on the shoulder as the nurse came bustling in with a student volunteer behind him, "You must of hit her hard, man. You okay?"

"I'm fine. She's got so much cushioning on her it was like landing on a two-hundred-pound pillow." Nana quipped.

I sighed, "That's a bit insensitive don't ya think? After all you accidentally ran into her."

"If she had just paid attention, she wouldn't have gotten hit in the first place!" Nana growled. This was another thing Nana did. When he was panicking, he often lashed out.

I couldn't help but chuckle slightly, "It wouldn't kill you to give her an apology when she comes to."

Nana rolled his eyes, "Come on. Let's finish the game."

Thankfully for our team, gym continued as normal for the rest of the fifteen minutes we had left before we were to report back to Class 2-A. Also, thankfully, no more injuries occurred either, but that didn't stop the chatter between everyone about the incident that had happened. The girls in the class mumbled nervously to each other, wondering how Serinuma was doing. The guys played the last of the set half-heartedly, trying to be more careful. In the locker room, guys all asked Nana if he was okay after also falling during the serve. Nana being the ass he sometimes is was very content to say something along the lines of, "It's all good. At least she was padded" or "It was like landing onto a pillow. Probably did more damage to the floor than to me." Some of the guys would laugh along with him, the other half rolled their eyes, but I just felt like I helped save all the trees with the amount of carbon dioxide I let out from all my sighing.

As we made our way back to our classroom, I tried to work on Nana's attitude about it.

"You know, that's not very nice to say."

"It's true though. Have you seen how huge she is?", I glazed at him with an irritated look.

"Once again, you have no tact."

"Come on Iga. Be honest, would you wanna shack up with Serinuma of all people?" Nana asked as he raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

"That's not what this is about and you know it." Nana waved me off.

"I'm more upset about the fact that we almost didn't win the second match. We were so close."

"I know." I nodded, "They must've been holding back or something the first match. We were serving circles around them and then all the sudden we were neck and neck most of the time. Nice spike by the way on that last play."

Nana grinned as we walked into Class 2A, "Thanks man." We walked side by side with our bags to our seats in the back, the best place to listen while also muttering to each other.

"Did you finish your Japanese literature homework, by the way?" I asked, hoping for once he would say yes. Nana rarely did his actual literature homework, saying that it was "a waste of time" and that "it was pointless". I always rolled my eyes at his rant on it. While he found literature to be pointless, I found it at least somewhat important. I didn't take interest in many classics they made us read, but I figured that if it came up in conversation, I would at least be able to talk about "great" literature.

"Of course not." He said as he turned in his desk to face me, looking down at my answers for the worksheet, "Can I copy yours?"

I pushed it forwards softly with a sigh and a nod, "Don't you always, anyway." Nana grinned and began quickly scrawling out my answers onto his worksheet.

Our teacher was finally done for the hour and it was lunch. Thank god! I was starving. I had been in a hurry this morning (I overslept again), so breakfast consisted of an energy drink and a fruit stick that I had taken from my baby brother on the way out the door. I pulled my lunch out from my bag and started digging through my food trying to decide what to eat first. I decided on my bowl of spicy ramen noodles.

As I started to dig into my food, I looked around the room. Serinuma was still not back.

"Do you think she's alright?" I asked Nana.

He pulled a face, "Who?"

"Serinuma, stupid."

"Oh. She's not back yet?" He asked with light concern. When Nana was worried, he would have a soft line in between his eyebrows.

Trying to release the tension I theorized, "Maybe you actually did kill her and they are trying to figure out how to tell her parents."

Nana's eyes flitted to panic for a second and then shined with mirth, "You sicko. She's fine. She's probably on her way back now."

As if Nana could predict the future, moments later the door to the class slid open and in walked the large, purple haired girl that Nana had tackled this morning.

I glanced towards the door as words tumbled from my mouth, "She's awake." I made my way over to her and her friend, A-chan, "You okay?"

She smiled softly and moved her hands in a waving off gesture, "All good."

"That's a relief, you really went flying back there. The whole class was worried." I smiled softly back at her and then turned to get my stubborn friend's attention, "Nana!"

"What do you want?" He asked slightly irritated.

"Do ya think you could come over an apologize?" I asked sarcastically to him. Jeez, this guy sure was a pain in the ass sometimes.

Nana groaned as he came to stand next to me in front of the chubby girl. He knew that I wouldn't leave him alone until he tried to at least say sorry.

He bit his lip, "Uh…sorry about that…"

Serinuma waved him off, "It's just a little concussion. You didn't get hurt or anything, did you?" I couldn't help but try to send my thoughts to Nana: Please use tact. Please use tact! Please use tact, Nana!

Apparently, he didn't get the message, "You're like a human cushion," I felt my eyes widen as I choked lightly on my milk, "so I walked off without a scratch."

I turned to stare at my pain in the ass best friend, "Human cushion!" Our other class members started to laugh mirthily at the Nana's words, but I found myself appalled at my best friend, "Dude! Not cool!"

Serinuma let it slide though with a smile, "Well, in that case, I'm glad that I could be useful."

Once again, my best friend was wracked with his ability of not using tact; Nana began to join the others and laugh at Serinuma's words. I was beyond irritated with this fool now. I grabbed him by the ear, a weak spot that I had learned from Mrs. Nanashima over the years, "Nana! Stop being a jerk."

"Let go!" he whined in-between gritted teeth.

I turned back to Serinuma and A-Chan, "Uhm, we're sorry about everything." And then I started dragging my friend back towards our seats.

As we started walking, I let go off Nana's ear, "You could be a little more sensitive you know."

Nana laughed, "She was cool with it bro. Chill out."

I sighed and rolled my eyes at my best friend. I really hoped Serinuma wasn't offended by Nana. Nanashima is an amazing guy and he's funny, but he is also an ass at times.

(A/N: How did you all like this chapter? I know there isn't any true yoai yet, but I promise it is coming…like the black plague…like a positive black plague….no death will ensue from this plague. I promise. That was a bad metaphor. Okay, anyways, this story is going to follow the anime more than that manga, but it will have a twist on it, which I am looking forward to. So for all the other Otakus' out there like me, please be sure to R&R and possibly, if you want, follow it. I'm going to try to do a chapter a week, but its not a promise. Love you all. Peace out fam. S.A.M :) )