so this is my first AU story! well i don't know how to write AU and what story considered as AU...but here i present you with student!Saruhiko (who's really nice) and drifter!Misaki (who's quite a badass).

for Blood Tiara who wants MiSaru, just follow my story and you'll soon see some :3

well then, enjoy!

A LITTLE, NEW ENCOUNTER

From several months ago, due to some kind of activity in the evening at various places, schools and universities closed their gates at six. This occurred in a little city inside Japan. In the morning all of people inside the city would emit so much happiness and care, but when it was time to close all doors, they would be very cautious and would not let other people enter their house, even if it was their relatives. Those who could not make it in time would have to wait until morning, hiding in somewhere safe. Nobody dared to peek out because in their mind, they only knew that whoever outside on those times were dangerous. All teachers in Ashinaka Senior High were aware of this too so they tried to squeeze the student council's timeline therefore they would not have to stay at school until late. Sometimes if they had to, teachers would give them permission to do sleepover at school. But this was rare to find. Except for the night when Fushimi Saruhiko, a student council vice-president, was overslept and found himself alone in the school.

'This is bad,' he thought. 'I guess I'll have to stay here.'

He checked the main clock from the school building. The clock was the biggest in the city, it was magnificent and beautiful red maroon in color. When he peeked, it showed that it was already six in the evening. Sighed, he took a walk around the corridor, just to make sure no one else was trapped here and got into trouble like him. But he's part of student council and a teacher's favorite one, so he shouldn't be too much punished for something like this plus, if he explained, they would understand, right? When he realized that he was the only person in the building currently, he sneaked to the roof and opened the door. It was foolish, he knew, to let himself outside in this time of evening but he just needed some air. He would soon be inside again so it should be okay.

But when he turned back to return inside, a screeching sounds appeared. Saruhiko stood still and looked back. He was on the fourth floor so he could barely see anything, but he knew those were sounds of cars. 'This city has no big road to be made as a racing circuit… Who are they? How foolish, they will get themselves killed.' Saruhiko hummed. Curious, he looked down to the streets and finally witnessed why people in this city were so afraid from going out late. Being a transfer student for three years, he still didn't have chance to see the crime himself. So he guessed he would just give this one a shot.

And what was happening in front of him, for him was not a crime at all. It was more of a show…a car show. Many cars with bold reputation at racing were there, and pimped up really nicely. Some of the car's body were full of stickers. Many colors were gathered. For Saruhiko, things that gave this little city a color was not its people, but ironically, these race cars at night. He quickly went back outside and rushed to the ground floor. He peeked from the school main entrance which made from glass. 'In here I should be fine…maybe…,' he gulped. From the school, he could see many men outside, some of them brought gun along. He got to see some stunts too. The way those cars moved in the narrow and curvy road…it was definitely called "drifting". When he wanted to step outside to see more of it, a scream and ferocious growling heard from nursery room. Someone entered the school? He gasped and ran quietly to the source of the noise.

Yeah, there was someone in this nursery room. Window glasses were scattered everywhere. He could see trickles of blood and frowned. Who was he? Or was it a 'she'? Saruhiko heard a groan and then the sound of bed being slept over. It seemed that whoever entered the nursery was hurt and decided to take a rest. Any people would've run and try to find somewhere else safe, but not with Saruhiko. Driven by his curiousness, he stepped closer. Thanks to the moonlight, he could see a silhouette behind the curtain. It was definitely a boy, and that boy gripped on one of his arm. He could see a baseball bat thrown beside the bed with a loud 'bang'. It was clear that this boy was pissed off from a reason. Saruhiko was just decided to back away before in a second that silhouette froze. Then it moved a bit. Saruhiko felt unsecure. He knew that the silhouette—the boy was now looking at him behind that curtain. Unsure about what to do, Saruhiko quietly stepped back again.

But…

"Stop you fuck."

A harsh voice came behind the curtain. And it was rude too. Saruhiko didn't move though, he didn't want to cause any trouble. But he was pissed. "Could you say that nicer?"

The silhouette made a growl and drifted to stand. "You sneaked up on me, bastard," the silhouette said. Then it moved from the curtain, revealing his true self.

Saruhiko was stunned. It's really a boy and looked younger than him…maybe because the boy was shorter. And that chestnut red hair, that cream colored skin. Those hazel eyes… Although his body was small but it was toned and looked strong enough to fight, plus that small dark scar on his upper left chest which could be seen because the boy was wearing a black tank-top. Saruhiko blinked for couple of times and then discovered a fairly big wound on the boy's left arm. He walked closer to help, but the boy in front of him hissed.

"Don't come near me," he warned.

Saruhiko was pissed enough to ignore what the boy just said. Earning one more scowl from the chestnut haired boy, he then grabbed his wounded arm and yanked it. The boy grunted in pain and glared. "What are you doing?!"

"Stop. You're wounded and I just want to help. Let me at least bandage you."

The boy's eyes widened, like he didn't believe of what Saruhiko just said. Then with a final growl, he averted his gaze. "Make it quick," he ordered.

Saruhiko huffed in relief and took the bandage. He then leaned closer so he could tie it. Nervous, he peeked up to see what this boy was doing. But once more, Saruhiko was trapped in those hazel eyes. Even when he was helping the boy, he couldn't help to think how smooth his skin was. A drip of sweat fell from the boy's forehead. It seemed that he was fighting with someone and quite tiring, not to mention that he also got hurt from the fight. 'A boy like this shouldn't go outside and hang out with those…' he thought. But he wasn't aware that those hazel eyes were now looking at him, frowning.

"…what?"

"E-eh?" Saruhiko stuttered, "n-nothing!"

"Don't lie you shit, you just glared at me."

…okay, maybe this boy fitted perfectly in those riots of car racers and drifters, but still! "I'm not glaring. And could you please stop using rude words?"

The boy, to his amusement, chuckled. Then he looked at Saruhiko again. "You're quite a guy," he said. "And you have dark blue hair. Are you some kind of punk in your school?"

"What?" Saruhiko was confused at first before realizing he was talking about his hair. "…this is my real hair color. I'm not fully Japanese. So no, I'm not a punk." He looked away and fell in an awkward silence. "My parents were divorced. My dad took me. My mom's hair has this weird color and I have it from her," he explained carefully.

Saruhiko could feel the other boy moved a bit and just hummed. "The bandage. Is it done?" he asked.

Saruhiko smirked. To think that this guy would actually care…he felt so foolish. "Yeah. Just few more…and that's that. Done." Saruhiko patted on the bandage to make sure it was applied correctly and stood up. "Now will you excuse me, I will search another room to rest."

At first there was no reply whatsoever, until a calm voice came. "Wait."

Saruhiko stayed on his place and turned his face to the boy.

"What's your name?"

"…Fushimi Saruhiko." Saruhiko swore, when he told the boy his name, he saw a flash of hurt inside that hazel eyes. But…

"Saru?" He smirked. Saruhiko took a deep breath and tried not to snap out. "Well it's cool. Mine's Yata."

"Oh…" Saruhiko waited. "Yata…what? That's not you full name…isn't it?"

"Fuck with the full name," he snapped for some reason. "Well forget that. I just think I should give you a reward for taking care of me."

Saruhiko was irritated. It was more than enough bad words for today. "No, thank you…"

"No, I insist! I'll drive you home," Yata made a gesture with his hand, towards the cars which were parked outside. Saruhiko was surprised.

"You…have all those?"

"No, stupid. My car is that one. That black Nissan Silvia S15. C'mon," he took the other's hand and they jumped out from the window. Yata used his wounded arm to support him, which cause him to grit his teeth in pain. Saruhiko wanted to bring Yata back inside the nursery but was quickly rejected. He could do nothing as Yata dragged him to his car.

It was simple yet so amazingly high class. Yata's car was darker than any black he had ever seen on a car before, and no sticker on it. When Saruhiko asked, Yata just answered because it would make the car looked hilariously stupid. Meanwhile, Saruhiko's eyes caught someone's lying on the school ground.

"Ah… That's the one who fought with me earlier… He's strong, but not enough," Yata smirked and turned on the machine. A group of people came, and Saruhiko tensed up. "Relax. They're my comrades."

"Hey, Yata-san! You had quite a fight just now!"

"Whoa, what's with that wound? He hurt you pretty bad, huh?!"

Yata just responded those sentences with a smile and quick nod. Then someone peeked inside the car and saw a cobalt haired male sitting beside him. "Who's that?" asked a fat guy with white jacket.

"Oh, Kamamoto. He's the one who bandaged me," Yata answered. "I'll take him home now. See you tomorrow evening."

Then they departed from the school building. Inside the car it was awkward for Saruhiko. He fidgeted uncomfortably, and it seemed that Yata noticed this too.

"…so, why are you at school? Punishment?" Yata tried to start a conversation. Saruhiko shook his head.

"No. I was making a report at student council's room. But I kind of overslept."

"Overslept? Heh, how unlucky are you."

"Well at least thanks to that your wound won't be infected badly."

"Ha! You're right. Sorry."

Saruhiko felt bad. 'I shoudn't have snapped. Stupid!' he closed his eyes and grunted. Yata lifted one of his eyebrows.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh? Oh, yeah! Don't mind me," Saruhiko quickly answered. A sound of drifting cars were heard from behind. Saruhiko looked and amazed at how fast the car moved around and circling one spot without flaw.

"Want to feel that too?" A sudden question surprised Saruhiko.

"You can do that?"

"Don't underestimate me," he chuckled and suddenly changed the course. The car turned in a perfect ninety degree and swooshed along the road to nearby mountain. The road was curvy there and Saruhiko knew it wasn't safe to drive this fast. And in that mountain there was a small forest which kind of creepy if you visited it this late at night. Not that he was scared of course, but…

"D-do you have to drive like this?" Saruhiko gripped the dashboard so he wouldn't banged himself anywhere. Yata rolled his eyes and smiled.

"You know what drifting is, don't you?"

Saruhiko gulped. "What if I know?"

"Then you should've known it'll turn out like this," Yata increased his driving speed. "Hold on tight, we're almost there," he chuckled.

Although he was scared about hitting the corner of the road, Saruhiko felt oddly safe just by looking at Yata's expression. Yata didn't show any hesitation and kept on driving with occasional drifting. The gleam on Yata's eyes were like stars and his eyes glowed really bright.

Saruhiko didn't take off his sight from the boy until the car suddenly stopped.

"Okay, we're here. C'mon, I'll show you something," Yata went outside. Saruhiko felt unsure because this was near the forest and anything could happen around the forest. But somehow he knew if they got into trouble, Yata was strong enough to fight back.

He stepped out and followed Yata to the edge of a cliff. Yata pointed at the night sky and it sent Saruhiko speechless. It was really beautiful. Dark blue, and full with stars. He made a big 'O' and just stood there. Yata smiled at the boy and sighed. "This is my favorite place when I went through troubles."

"Am I a trouble for you…?" Saruhiko asked hesitantly. Yata shook his head.

"No, not really. You are not exactly the issue."

"Then what is it?"

"Um…" Yata looked away. Saruhiko realized that he went too far for the guy he just barely knew. He apologized right away, although he really curious about what had happened to Yata. Saruhiko observed the chestnut haired boy when the boy closed his eyes slowly. He looked mature for his size. Saruhiko blushed at what appeared on his mind next. No. He's a part of student council. He shouldn't let his sudden urge to kiss the boy won. Saruhiko turned to the car, leaving Yata behind.

Yata looked at Saruhiko's back. 'This guy sure is acting strange,' he thought. "Saru," he called. Saruhiko stopped, but didn't look at him. Perplexed, he walked closer and turned Saruhiko's face towards him. Yata was surprised to see Saruhiko's red face. He smirked. "What, you fall for me?"

Saruhiko didn't say anything. He couldn't. How was he supposed to reply? The only feeling he had now was the feeling of his burning cheeks. He was blushing hard, so hard that he might melt. He tried to cover his face. "No. Can we just go back, I want to go ho—"

A firm kiss placed on Saruhiko's lips. Saruhiko's eyes almost popped out. When he looked at Yata, Yata didn't shove him away but pulled him close instead. "Go home with a face like that…?" he mocked. Saruhiko could not control himself anymore. He grabbed Yata and threw him inside the car. He heard Yata gasped in pain because his wounded arm was hit, but soon enough he smirked at the cobalt in front of him. "Go on," he simply said.

That night was the first time Saruhiko felt how to make love. He remembered everything, carved everything in his mind. The way Yata groaned, the way those delicious other sounds coming out from his soft lips. The strength that Yata got when he scratched his back deeply. They did it several times, whenever they felt like it, they would start again. The car creaked because of their wild movements. Saruhiko never heard his name being called though, for that long night. When he finally got tired, he drifted off to sleep and let the boy beside him drove him home.

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When he opened his eyes, Saruhiko found himself on his own bed. He was quite surprised and wondering how come he could be in his house. When he woke and walked to the living room, he heard from his father that a boy drove him home and helped his father carried him to the bed last night. Saruhiko blushed. The boy must be Yata. And remembering what they had done yesterday, he really wanted to see that boy once again.

And for that, he had to stay up all night again, just like he did before.

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end of act.1

act.2 coming up real soon!

so umm, i don't know much about drifting you see / but i just have to write this because this idea came right up to my mind for several nights and i just have to! and since this story isn't about drifting but about saruhiko and misaki, i'll just leave it like that i guess...

in case you're wondering why i didn't make misaki's car red, well... just because i feel like it. pfft.

so forgive me if it's not enough :33

and one anon asked me if i need a beta. i think everybody needs one? and i think i need it too? but i don't really want to choose, i prefer the beta offers him/herself so i know he/she doesn't feel forced to :p but bleh, me myself don't know how beta works. lol i even know about beta after i googled it. how stupid i am.

ohh, and for this story i'll update pretty quickly, cause i already have the next chapter waiting to be posted. maybe tomorrow or two days later~or maybe TONIGHT?!

reviews anyone?