Characters: (Names and Translations)
Kazuki (Shining One)
Takahiro (Widespread Nobility)

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His eyes were shaking with excitement as he looked up to the large building, his crowning achievement and his life's work realized. Fresh out of the university he was head first, jumping into the career of his dreams. He would be teaching at the university level, and head of his department, something that someone of his age could never hope to attain. Sure, he knew it was not the best of dreams, but if you knew Takahiro's not so moderate history, you would understand the incredible plight he endured simply just to be an average everyday teacher.

Takahiro, third son of Yoshi and Ami Misamui, upon birth believed to be the greatest in the line of successful noblemen. His brothers before him, Shin'ichi and Eiji Misamui, were both very popular crowd pleasers. Shin had created a devastating device in the Japanese orient that would make land based travel and water base travel and intertwining task, with little down time. The details on his invention were lucrative, though it was obvious that whatever he created paid well enough to set him for life. While Eiji, was on the more moderate path as a successful and Japanese known writer. He was famous for romance love novels and worked under a secret name to create love stories underground for the naughty audience he had acquired over the years. Still both brothers made the Misamui name net worth over billions of dollars, and their youngest brother Takahiro was a moderate schoolteacher at a moderate university. Takahiro did not care though, he loved his job and he was still one of the best at it. He graduated from a prestigious university, against his will, at the top of his class in the subject of English manner and students abroad, so he would directly be leading a department at a school that had never even heard of such a program, and hired a four man, three women staff to assist him.

To think that Takahiro would be so successful, this successful, at such a young age was astonishing. He already had the burden of skipping not one, not two, but three grade levels throughout primary schooling. He finished with honorable merits and moved up through the ranks regularly though his age would now catch up with him, being near the same age of his students. This was going to call for trouble. As soon as he entered the room, a man in a navy blue jumpsuit, with raven colored spiky hair, which stretched from his head to his bottom neck, swept the floor. He was early Takahiro thought to himself as he looked at his watch and placed his books down on the desk, getting out chalk to outline the lesson plan. He could feel a presence on his neck, watching him, perhaps staring. Did students already arrive; he did not hear the door open. Turning to see whom his visual assailant was he was surprised to see that the janitor standing with his head resting on the end of the broomstick watching him. His face was gentle and soft, though his hands seemed rough from a distance, possibly callused from the hard work he did day in and day out, at least which is what Takahiro gathered in the mere seconds of looking upon him.

"Forgive me," the raven-haired man said as he continued to brush unassuming dust out of the door in front of him. Takahiro shrugged the awkward feeling in the room away, and continued to outline a lesson plan while the students soon trickled in. His next three classes ran smoothly enough to build his confidence for the next day. He retired to the newly built wing in an academic center that his parents donated on his behalf, because the office space was not 'adequate', or so they presumed. Takahiro's parents were not always this supportive, but they called his bluff on this teaching gag and prayed it was a phase. Now that he was beginning a lifelong career, the phone calls became shorter and the letters stopped. E-mail communication slowly halted, and even his brothers stopped passing by his quaint loft, so it was no wonder that he was in no rush to go home, an empty vessel awaiting him. While he walked, he thought on buying a cat, a nice companion that only needed small amounts of attention and did not take up a lot of time. His hand turned on the lock and there he stood, the strange and awkward man, sweeping. The man's face looked up to him again as he slowly bowed, not saying a word, and evaded Takahiro, exiting the room quickly. The young male just chalked it up to being a custodial staff custom, to submitting their will to the actual teachers and becoming ninja's, out of sight, when someone entered a room. Takahiro was too busy with his work to notice though. The boy already was working on new lessons for his students to work through for the rest of the week and flipping through various books to rate and analyze them on their results. It was around Nine o'clock when he finally found himself falling asleep on the couch. He walked to the staff lounge to grab his bag out of the locker and get some coffee, when for the third time their eyes met. They ignored each other, the air still enough to be troubled by a passing feather. The lockers closed shut almost simultaneously and they both walked, moving to the same harmonious sounds of their shoes heels against the tile floor.

Takahiro walked home alone with an uneasy feeling the entire time. Why did he see that janitor so much, was he the only one who worked in the entire building? It was impossible to have one man clean an entire building especially that size, right? His head was throbbing with questions. Takahiro stopped at a pet shop that night and bought a small white kitten named, 'Nina', and some kitty food with the essentials before arriving at his loft. The walk was pretty far but nothing he could not handle. His feet did tire sometimes, but that was not enough to stop him from proving his point, whatever that was. He assumed a long time ago that he did not need anyone that it was possible to make it alone with no one's help or money, or even protection. As the night winded down and midnight was fast approaching, he laid on the cot with his legs pulled up to his chest near tears for the third straight night.

Crying himself to sleep seemed to be the only remedy for a borderline insomniac. The purring kitten woke him, although had she been there or not, the rising of the sun would have stirred him just as effectively. He stood and showered, brushed, and pouted then finally made coffee for himself and no one else. Looking to the depthless coffee mug, he left it on the table before heading to the door. He would be early again.

Takahiro made it to the university at the same and class as the day before. Just like the morning prior, he began to outline the day's lesson plans and just like the day before he could feel eyes nipping at the back of his neck from a distance. "This class has space to join." Takahiro said aloud, this time not turning just looking over his shoulder to the mysterious janitor. The footsteps of the man's shoes trailed out of the door followed along with his broom. The day went on, and Takahiro lectured with his books as an aid before retiring to his office, to see the janitor for a second time. The man was emptying a trashcan so he did not bother him, simply sitting at the desk and beginning his studies. The night continued just as the one before it and concluded the same. He read until he was half-asleep and then walked to the teacher's lounge to gather his things for the night. Their eyes caught yet again in the room, Takahiro and his seemingly black-haired stalker. For days, this same routine continued and for days, Takahiro returned home to the same cold coffee waiting on the table.

At the end of the week, finally, the Janitor's locker closed faster than Takahiro, and this startled him a bit. "My name is Kazuki Hittokari, Masumi-san." He obviously was addressing Takahiro but his eyes stayed fixed on the steel locker in front of him. Takahiro was flustered, and did not have the slightest idea of how to respond. 'All right so you are no longer the janitor, what do you want from me', is what he wanted to say but his eyes shook with fear. It was not long after that Takahiro found himself walking home reading the numbers steadily written on the paper in the palm of his hand. A restaurant name circled under it so that Takahiro would not forget made him wonder; was it a date? No that was absurd Takahiro could not date another man, this was obviously just a professional thing. Yet, with a teacher and a janitor, what could they possibly have to talk about over dinner? The date was set close, for tomorrow, Takahiro would have to buy a new phone before then. . .

The afternoon came quickly and Takahiro was embarrassed to find himself in a shopping mall spending his hard-earned money on clothes that he thought looked expensive and formal. He played with his hair cutely in a mirror before checking his watch for the third time in seconds. It was still early, 5:59pm. He had to wait another minute before leaving out of the door. He figured that it was a 30-minute walk to the diner so there was no need to rush and get sweaty. He checked his watch four times in the next couple of seconds outside of the diner. It was already a half-hour past six and still no signs of this janitor. He was frustrated when seven o'clock rolled around balled up fists starting to cross over his chest. Then, finally, he arrived, apologies spilling from his lips immediately. "Forgive me please, Misamui-san." The boy shook his head to stop him and began to walk in the diner, "It's alright Kazuki and I told you not to call me that." They walked into the diner, Takahiro noticing the man's unusual attire. A long brown trench coat wrapped by a scarf at his neck made him look elegant despite his occupation. They took their coats though underneath Takahiro wore a simple vest with a casual shirt and slacks, Kazuki wore a full suit, with a crimson professional tie to accentuate his raven locks. Who was this person? Expensive coats and full suits now, was he some sort of rich man getting his kicks by helping the community through volunteer work at the local school. Takahiro's head quickly jumped to conclusions as they sat at a table. They grabbed the menus and ordered separately before quietly sitting in their seats, listening to the soft music play from the live 'band.' Kazuki broke the silence, "You look really young, about how old are you?" He questioned. Takahiro placed his elbow on the table and then remembered his manners; he must have looked like a child doing that to this cross-legged man in front of him. "Eighteen" he finally answered with a regretful tone, his hands uneasy in his lap. Kazuki nodded, "I see," Was his only response before the food came and they ate just as silently as it seemed the two were destined. When dinner was finished, the bill came and Kazuki paid thoughtfully, grabbing the bill before Takahiro had the chance to reach for it. "I have money you know." Takahiro said with a sour look on his face feeling as if he was in the presence of his father again.

Kazuki looked up shaking his head, "I'm sorry Misamui-san, I can call the waiter back if you'd like." Kazuki was being too thoughtful. Takahiro was furious at this point, "Just tell me what you want so I can go home." His face was red with anger and embarrassment. "Excuse me?" Kazuki asked looking confused at this point. "I want to know why you asked me on this date, why you watch me pointlessly from behind a broomstick, and why I see you everywhere at school." Kazuki seemed to be thinking over his answer quickly, in deep trance those dark eyes of his seemingly lost. "It is a very small school, Misamui-san. I have worked there for some time. I'm glad you think of this as a date, Misamui-san." The words Kazuki offered were even more annoying than when he was being a nice and thoughtful idiot. Unable to think of a response he turned away from looking to him and then he heard it, "I want to be your number one lover, Misamui-san." He finally answered after the long pause. Takahiro took on a shocked face and let his back hit the back of his chair. "I know that you don't sleep so much at night and the bags under your eyes you try to cover up in the bathroom before you head to class. I know that you go home to an empty apartment, and leave a coffee mug sitting on the table, only in the hopes that you will have someone to share it with and tell them you were running late the morning before. I know that you stay in your office late because you hate being alone and it kills you inside so much that you cry yourself to sleep after hours of contemplating the unnecessary." Kazuki looked so calm and collected, his hands folded neatly in his lap amongst crossed legs and eyes narrowed aside focused on his words.

Takahiro jumped from the seat, and ran to the door, grabbing his jacket to make a hasty exit, though Kazuki was not far behind him. Takahiro walked as quickly as he possibly could down the sidewalk with Kazuki chasing him, "Misamui-san!" He repeated in his desperate efforts to catch him. "Why, you bastard," Takahiro shouted, "How dare you speak as if you know me." The boy flung his hand around his back to send a backhand flying toward Kazuki though he caught the wrist with his opposite hand. At this point, the two of them had stopped in front of the south entrance to memorial park, and the fountain men were in great works, creating the perfect scene. Takahiro's tears flowing as passionately as the fountain's behind him. "How dare you shatter my entire defense with stupid words? How dare you trick me into thinking you were some commoner. How dare you know me better . . . then I know myself!" His head held low, and the blonde spiky bangs were hiding his face though the streams were visible. Kazuki pulled the other close to his body and hugged him. Takahiro stood confused by the action and opened his eyes. He could feel Kazuki's hot breath materializing in small clouds above his neck. "Misamui-san, I want to be your number one lover so that you never have to face those hard nights alone, and the mornings of wondering will you have someone to share coffee with, because I will be there before you are." Takahiro could not help but cry harder at his words.

They made their way back to Takahiro's house, which was not far, all the lights either were off or dim and on the couch, they sat. Takahiro on Kazuki's lap still crying just as hard as ever, "Misamui-san, you don't have to cry." Kazuki re-assured him while the man's hand moved to his chin and pulled him in for a kiss. They moved their bodies onto the couch, Takahiro's smaller body underneath Kazuki while the strong hands moved down his now bare flesh and grabbed at his crotch forcing the other to moan loudly. Then Takahiro now on his hands and knees, drenched with sweet, moaning just as loud as before, Kazuki behind him grabbing the back of his head to pull his hair and head back. Takahiro would arch his back as the other wanted and with closed eyes huffed heavily. "Takahiro, don't be so loud, these walls . . . are paper thin." They continued their exhausting caress for the night's length and the next day as well in many different sessions. Takahiro could never have been happier.

"How I hate Kazuki-san. He defiles me and lies to me. He said he would be there in the morning . . . but I just left another cup of coffee on the table as I always do. Moreover, to top it off that idiot is the reason why I am having such a hard time walking! . . . How . . . I love that stupid Kazuki-san."

Takahiro walked to school a bit awkwardly the next morning and entered the classroom a bit later than usual. To his surprise, Kazuki was sweeping the floor still. "You IDIOT," Takahiro yelled tossing his briefcase at Kazuki hitting him square in the forehead. "Oro," questioned the now wounded janitor. Takahiro tried his best to walk behind the desk normally but it was a failed attempt, he could hear Kazuki's chuckles. "It is adorable to see you walk that way, Misamui-san." Takahiro blushed heavily and then felt arms wrap around his waist pulling at his belt. "HEY, What are you doing pervert!" He screamed, as Kazuki tried to undress him. "We have time now." Kazuki answered pulling him behind the desk as Takahiro's objective yet sensual moans fill the classroom.