This is chapter two of my story. I will try and update it at least once every month. I decided that is will still be from Kyouya's view. Again I am sorry if there is any OCCness, it is a little hard to keep people in their original characters. I thank everyone who has read the first chapter of this story. It seems by accident I did; in a way, start making Kyouya randomly start falling in love with Tamaki. So I will refrain from doing that. Ugh, I can feel you all judging my awful writing skills. Anyway, A hope you enjoy the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I did not help create or own the Anime and/or Manga in anyway.

Rating: PG information provided in first chapter PG-13

'Sometimes I'm a selfish fake. You're always a true friend.
I don't deserve you cause I'm not there for you.
Please forgive me again...'

There for you

-- Flyleaf

Kyouya walked out of the shower, pulling his towel tightly around his waist. His day was not turning out as originally planned. Kyouya was definitely not pleased with how things had turned out so far. His life would be horrifying if he ever even though of liking another guy; not only would he be e disgrace of his family but he would also be disowned. Kyouya shook his head looking in the misty mirror, at his reflection, as he ran a comb through his wet hair. His hair was a little longer wet, sticking to the sides of his face and forehead.

Kyouya walked out into his room, the steam from his boiling shower wafting into the room, all around him.
The cold air drafted around him, making him shiver uncontrollably, as he walked out. Kyouya walked to his large walk in closet that held is fine suits; which he never wore. It also held his school uniform freshly washed and pressed for him every morning. Kyouya walked in looking around the small closet that could be considered a room to most people. Looking at his delicately hung suits he reached for his school uniform, as he went to grasp his hand around the fabric, there was nothing there but air. Kyouya took a double take at were his clothes were supposed to be. Kyouya looked at his clock and realized that maybe it was to early for the maid to bring his clothes.

Kyouya sighed normally he would have just gotten into different clothes and waited for the maid to come; if he was sound of mind. He wasn't. He decided to wait for his maid to come into the room, only in a bath towel. After about an hour of Kyouya the door silently opened, the maid stepping in oblivious to her surroundings. She walked right passed him putting his pale, almost white, school uniform were it always hung. The maid turned around looking at Kyouya, she seemed to try and suppress a scream of surprise, as she stared eye-to-eye with him. Kyouya seemed to realize just how bad of an idea waiting for the maid, in a towel seemed.

"Hello," Kyouya said trying to think up something to say. "Please knock next time you enter a room."

"Y-yes…I am very sorry," the maid stuttered as she walked out of the room, her face red from blushing.

Kyouya sighed as he realized just how much trouble the maid walking in on him clad only in a towel. The maid might think he was going to try and rape her or worse, she might start thinking of wanting start a relationship with him; or whatever girls thought about.

He reached out grabbing the thin fabric of his uniform, form the hanger. Kyouya quickly put it on, making sure not to get any of the droplets of water from his hair on the clothes. He wanted to keep his reputation up at school, no matter what happened. He walked into the washroom, brushing his hair out once again, to keep it in perfect order.

After he was done getting ready for school, he headed out, not bothering to grab breakfast; even though he knew his father would not be there. Kyouya walked down the hallway towards the main entrance, he was trying to ignore the strange thoughts bombarding through his mind. He shook his head slightly as he pushed the door open, propping his bag onto his right shoulder; shifting his weight slightly to accommodate his bag.

Kyouya waited at the door as he called the limo driver, so that he would not have to make the long walk to school. Besides walking was what commoners did. The limo pulled up at the door, before the chauffer could get out offering assistance Kyouya walked into the car.

"So where are you going so early?" The old man asked trying to make light conversation.

"To school," Kyouya said off handedly staring out the tinted window at the sun slowly rising over the horizon. The sun's light ever persistent of showing up everyday; to almost seem to show that the world would get better and be filled with life. The darkness seemed to draw life from the things around it, making everything seem cold and desolate.

"Okay," The man said realizing that the boy he was talking to was in no mood to talk and to tell the truth the man didn't feel like trying to keep up a friendly conversation.

About half an hour later Kyouya was walking up to the cold desolate steps toward the school. He heard the door creak open softly as he pushed it open. Kyouya thought silently added a mental note to himself that that the door needed to be fixed. Kyouya walked down the long corridors to his homeroom. The class was, as he had thought it would be, empty. Kyouya was glad that no one had decided to come early, like him. He would have been very annoyed if he had to put a mask on during the time he was with people. Kyouya walked over to his desk, his footsteps echoing in the empty classroom.

It was definitely going to be a long day…

Lunch Time…

"Kyouya, I have a favour to ask you," Tamaki said in a serious voice, grabbing Kyouya by the shoulders stopping them as they walked together. Kyouya tensed up, feeling strangely freaked-out by Tamaki's sudden change of attitude. "To be honest, I want to visit Kyoto."

"Eh?" Kyouya said feeling a strange sense of dread and deja vu flood over him.

"I completely forgot about it from the joy of Kotatsu, but I told myself that I must first go to Kyoto once I came to Japan." At this Tamaki stepped back and held another T.V., from who knows where, in front of me, before continuing to exclaim, "And the great Buddha in Nara, and the Goryoukaku, and the Shisa, and the Namahage!"

"I want to see them all," Tamaki said leaning down towards Kyouya with big round puppy dog eyes. I supposed this was his way of trying to get what he wanted.

"There not all in Kyoto, actually," Kyouya stated recognizing the things he had been shown on the T.V.

Tamaki at hearing Kyouya's response seemed to turn white jumping back as he screamed out loud; the T.V. destroyed at his side. Tamaki was moping in the corner. Kyouya thought to himself sadly, 'He's a bigger idiot than I'd thought.'

"Okay," Tamaki said pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, before turning to Tamaki saying, "Let's visit them in order, then. Let's visit Kyoto this weekend, and we can go to Okinawa the next long vacation."

"Thank you, Kyouya!" Tamaki exclaimed jumping into the air throwing his arms around widely before jumping on Kyouya. Kyouya stiffed up as the man jumped on shaking him slightly as he proclaimed, "You are God! You are the great Buddha!"

"Bravo!" Tamaki yelled jumping off Kyouya. Tamaki started jumping up and down beside him, with one hand in the air, as screamed, "Kyouya! Mon ami! Mon ami! Mon ami! Yahoo!"

Kyouya was left dumbstruck on the ground at Tamaki's sudden change in attitude. 'Mon ami' again? Kyouya thought to himself as Tamaki continued to jump, being as hyper as usual. Than as an afterthought Kyouya added, 'And I'm upgraded to God on the second day, huh?'

Kyoto…

Kyouya solemnly stood in the shade, underneath the bright green leafs that were blowing softly in the wind. 'Somehow, I really can't understand this guy,' Kyouya thought as he watched Tamaki continuously take random pictures o the Japanese styled house in front of them. 'Before I knew it, he'd already bonded with the class.'

Kyouya had watched closely from the side his glasses glinting softly in the light that flooded through the windows. No matter what Kyouya had tried he could not see any fakeness in Tamaki's smile. Kyouya could not find the fake glint in his eyes; Tamaki seemed to be genuinely happy around people. It should have been added to the Seven Wonders of the World. Tamaki seemed to be a very strange one-a-kind person who very rarely people met.

Okinawa…

"Kyouya, I found a Namahage!" Tamaki said as he repeated the words "Namahage!" over and over. Tamaki was holding it over his head as he danced around in circles in the sand.

'That's a Shisa,' Tamaki muttered, under his breath silently to himself.

This man was clearly insane for many reasons; one, Tamaki seemed genuine with everything he did. Two, he was too hyper that it made Tamaki seemed inhuman and out of place in the hell so many people called earth. Kyouya decided to ignore the other facts as he went to join Tamaki, well, at least stand there.

That Night…

"My, my, my, Kyouya, I thought you were studying until this late, but instead, you're reading sightseeing guides? Hmm, you're going Hokkaido this time?" Fuyumi said surprise lacing her voice, as she leaned over Kyouya's shoulder. She picked one of the brochures up reading it over making a few commits, "How nice. But you should just get the driver to-"

"That won't work…for that Suou Tamaki guy," Kyouya said, griping the pen in his hand so hard, causing it to break in half. "When we went to Kyoto, even though it's still spring, the guy wanted to see the Daimonji fire event. When we were eating Okinawa soba, the guy suddenly wanted to eat and compare it with Shinshu soba. Then, he wanted to see Shisa and Namahage on the same stage."

"And in the end…" Kyouya said thinking back on the day with Tamaki.

He was standing with the Shisa in his hands as the sun began to set, sending a bright glow to go across the horizon. The beach looked almost bronze in the glow of the sun; the water had turned purple under the fiery sky. Tamaki was in his kneeling position, sulking silently to himself looking towards the horizon.

'Sorry for asking all these selfish requests,' Tamaki said, as Kyouya had expected, in a sulky voice. 'You're right. It's no use asking you.'

'Sorry,' Tamaki said once again turning to face him with sad eyes. 'I overestimated you abilities.'

The Shisa broke in half, as Kyouya tried to contain the anger that was pulsing through his veins. He had never felt so angry at someone in his entire life. Only one person had ever made him feel so stupid and angry, and that was his father. This man, Tamaki was insane. Kyouya had never felt like wrapping his hands around someone's neck and choking them to death until that moment; which was why he had started to look up everything he could about Hokkaido.

"But now, I am completely prepared for the next trip!" Kyouya yelled slamming the heavy books down on the table as he stood up. If he was an anime character fire would have surrounded him as if Hell was only around the corner if he made even one wrong move. Holding a dist up near his face he exclaimed fiercely, "In Hokkaido, I will be able to answer all of his whimsical requests!"

Kyouya was definitely going to show Tamaki that he knew everything there was about their next vacation. No matter what the cost, Kyouya was going to show Tamaki that he had not overestimated Kyouya that day. Kyouya walked out of the room, bidding his sister a goodnight he walked up to his room. Kyouya couldn't wait to tell Tamaki about their next trip, he would definitely win this unspoken battle of wits.

The Next Day…

"Huh? Hokkaido?" Tamaki said looking up from the wooden seat he was sitting in; looking down at the desk he continued "I know you want have lots of fun, but it's the time of the year when you have to study and get ready for exams, right?"

"I'll accompany you once exams are over, so you should do some studying, too, okay?" Tamaki continued oblivious to the fact that Kyouya's face had frozen into a fake smile. Kyouya couldn't move, it was all he could do to not kill the man in front of him. Kyouya had thought he was mad before? It was nothing compared to the awfulness he felt now.

Kyouya crushed the brochures and information sheets in his hands, feeling the need to crush something- anything; as long as he felt himself destroy it.

The only thing Kyouya could do was get through school, barely suppressing the urge to throw things at the students, and their fake smiles, or yell at the stupid ignorant teachers who thought they knew about the hardships of the world. Of course he didn't, this kind of action would lead to a suspension, which would reach the ears of his father shortly following a wrath of unknown potential. Kyouya almost shivered as he tried to think of what his father might do if something even close to his urge happened. Kyouya was relieved when he finally made it home, and was sitting in his room with is sister pestering him as normal.

"My, my, my, Kyouya; what is the matter?" Fuyumi asked as she walked in, noticing his drab expression plastered onto his face.

"That bastard!" Kyouya screamed as he threw books and papers aimlessly around the room. "I knew he was an idiot, but I never thought he would be that hopeless of one! It made no sense to Kyouya at all the precious week he had begged him to go to Hokkaido. Tamaki had said 'Let's go to Hokkaido next week!"

"Have I ever felt like punching a guy this much?" Kyouya said holding out his hand in front of his face, before closing it into a tight shaking fist. Kyouya knew that at the moment he probably looked almost insane or even rabid. His sister would have probably said he looked like something from a popular English movie called, The Exorcist. Kyouya waved his fist around as he concluded his own answer, "No. Never!"

His family picture showing he was the third son, and had to work to stay flashed through his mind, along with his fathers demand. His eyes grew wide as his anger seemed to suddenly disappear. Because, as he had said before, he would do everything his father wished, no matter what the cost.

"No, calm down, even so, that guy's Suou's successor." Kyouya commanded his mind; all he needed was mind over matter to solve this problem. Holding his hand up to his face, he started to pace, "Getting all emotional won't help me at all. Father is testing my adoption abilities."

"…" Fuyumi blinked speechless at her brother's sudden show of emotion.

"But, that bastard…Remember this, Suou Tamaki!" Kyouya muttered to himself ignoring his sister, who was still standing in the door way. "Like hell I'm going to prepare a kotatsu for you!"

'I was going to say, that he didn't have to go through all this if he doesn't like the guy,' Fuyumi thought looking at the many outfits that lined the room. 'But this is the first time I've seen such a happy Kyouya.' Kyouya never showed emotion, and even though he seemed angry at the moment, she could see through it. On the inside he really was happy that he had someone to hang-out with. Fuyumi smiled as she watched Kyouya punch the white couch repeatedly.

Kyouya really had gotten used to having the man around, and as much as he hated to admit it, he liked his presence. Tamaki made him forget about the harsh realities of his life. Kyouya was able to forget about his fathers request, he actually found himself thinking that he would spend time with him even if his father didn't want him to.

Kyouya continuously punched the couch, picturing Tamaki's face as the cushion. Kyouya finally went to his room when he had exhausted his energy. As he walked into his room he realized that he wasn't angry in least, his anger been spent on the couch. He sighed as he walked into his room. Kyouya pulled out his school books, and started to do as the blond man had said, and study. Kyouya realized that Tamaki said that he would go to Hokkaido with him later because, he did not want to be selfish and make Kyouya fail.

Kyouya smirked to himself; maybe he wasn't as bad as Kyouya had first believed. Kyouya wasn't going to let Tamaki become friends with him so easily because as he had said before, he would do anything his father wanted.

The Next Sunday…

The sky was a bright blue with grey clouds covering up someone of it, making it a wonderful day for children, who were free, to stare up at the clouds and try to pick shapes and objects from the grey and white mist. The birds seem to like the day too, they were singing there sweet tunes, causing people to stop and listen, trying to figure out what kind of bird it was.

Kyouya was walking past the gates, his book bag slung over his shoulder. He did not stop to notice the birds, or look at the clouds; to him they were nothing but a burden ad a distraction to the thoughts roaming around his head.

'It's been a while since I've had a holiday when I didn't have to deal with him.' Kyouya thought walking up to his house. The blue doors seeming to be inviting, but in reality held a great many awful secrets for the third son. Kyouya stopped before he reached the doors, he saw his sister waiting for him in the corner of his eye. Kyouya looked at her waiting for her to say something. Fuyumi turned and looked at the door before stating,

"Your friend is here."

"Friend?" Kyouya questioned his eyes widening slightly.

Fuyumi nodded silently, before leading him into the house to see his so called friend. Kyouya followed her silently combing his brain for anyone he may have considered, even remotely, a 'friend.' As Kyouya reached the doorway he saw his brothers sitting on the small grey couch that had been moved to face the piano that seemed to be playing angelic music. The music leaked through out the room, the room seemed to regurgitate the music that was being played; creating a soft atmosphere.

Kyouya's eyes roamed to the piano, he dropped his bag in turn, as he saw who was creating the music that was making his own brothers, who never showed any emotion, cry. The silent streams slowly beckoning down there cheeks staining the skin in salty water.

The piano placed in front the window making Tamaki seem like an angel come to save Kyouya from his wretched existence. Of course it seemed that Kyouya had already been saved as much as possible since he seemed to have a 'friend.' What was entitled from a friend? Kyouya watched Tamaki play the piano the beauty of it rendering him speechless.

"It's so lovely," Fuyumi said as she wiped the never ending tears that flowed from her eyes. "Tears just keep coming out."

'Honestly, when I first heard him playing the piano, I was really surprised…Not at my brothers being moved to tears…but…but rather…because I somehow shed tears, as well.' Kyouya thought to himself lowering his head to try and hide the tears that flowed from his eyes. He hadn't cried since he was little and scrapped his knee. His father had scowled at his weakness saying he was weak to let such a small cut bring him to tears. His father had explained angrily that showing emotions was something you didn't do around anyone, not even yourself because it showed weakness, and if there, and if you were weak you had no right to live. After that day he had never shed another tear until that day.

Kyouya and Tamaki sat in one of the many guest rooms in the house. The room was large and cold, as every room in the house was. There were large windows behind the white sofa. The white table in front of them held their tea cups, along with a cream and sugar dish beside them. Both boys sat on opposite sides of the sofa, Kyouya sat with his legs crossed a bored expression played out on his face; Tamaki looked around with an expression of awe.

"Sorry for coming over so suddenly," Tamaki said facing Kyouya happily.

'Then go home if you really think that way,' Kyouya growled in his mind glaring at the blond haired man from the corner of his eye before saying politely, "What happened to studying for exams? You okay with that?"

"But your house sure is large!" Tamaki said looking around the room, obviously ignoring Kyouya's question. "I wonder if which one's bigger: your house or my house in France?"

'Trying to be sarcastic,' Kyouya thought his emotions raw from crying. He felt like punching Tamaki but resisted the urge to by turning to face Tamaki and answering his question with, "I don't know about your house in France, but the Suou estate is obviously larger."

"Well, I don't know since I've never entered the main mansion," He said sadly before smiling saying, "The second mansion is much smaller. So you're succeeding the Ootori family in the future, Kyouya?"

'Is he trying to pick a fight?' Kyouya screamed inside his head, fighting the urge to knock Tamaki's teeth out he said, "Of course, not. You saw it; I have two brothers. I'll be working underneath my two brothers."

"Oh, I didn't expect that," Tamaki said leaning closer to Kyouya.

"Eh?" Kyouya said confused, as he always seemed to be with the man.

"I thought you were a much more ambitious person…" Tamaki said a surprised expression on his face, "…because your eyes tell me that you're completely dissatisfied with your current situation, right? You sure give up easily." Kyouya's eyes opened wide as Tamaki said the things he said. The words he had used had buried deep inside his soul, and began to manifest itself into his very being.

"It's not an issue of giving or not giving up," Kyouya barely managed to get out. His hands were shaking; his hand was balled into a tight fist as he fought the ever growing urge to punch Tamaki. "That's just the way it is. I guess someone like that will automatically succeed his family like you wouldn't understand." Kyouya was flooded with a thousand emotions forgetting who he was talking to he spilled his thought. Tamaki would never understand the awfulness of life; Tamaki's life was laid out before him, like a great mouthwatering feast with a thousand different kinds of exotic foods.

"Eh?" Tamaki said growing confused.

'Shit,' Kyouya thought as he stopped shaking in anger, looking slightly surprised at spilling his thoughts out in a great flowing river. Kyouya never told anyone his thoughts, it was stupid and a waist of time; it never made anyone feel better. It made them weak because, the person they put their full trust in someone who would most likely tare out their heart and betray them without remorse.

"It's not decided that I'd succeed the Suou family," Tamaki said causing Kyouya to show a shocked expression. "My grandmother hates me, so at this rate, I'm not in favor to succeed at all. It's like a trail period. I dint mention this to you? But just think about it. Although I'm not completely uninterested in my father's work, I've got this wonderful look. No one can just ignore me. Or I could you this talented brain and become a genius scientist, or I could create an animal kingdom in the northern lands!" Kyouya had grown madder and madder by the second; sure it had surprised him when he learned about his family life, but when he started exclaiming about what he could be it became too much. How could this man believe there was so much to live for? Life never turned out that wonderful; it wouldn't make sense if it did.

"Screw you!" Kyouya said standing up turning the table over in anger. In its wake it left the coffee was seeping into the carpet, its darkness seeming to show nothing yet know everything, the broken china lining the ground around them, the sugar tipped over leaving a small white sugar cubes behind it. In his anger he grabbed Tamaki throwing him to the ground roughly. Kyouya straddled him, pulling the top of Tamaki's shirt towards him in a threatening way. "Why are you saying all that crap? Why can you talk about giving up so easily? You're not like me!" Kyouya yelled, trying to convince Tamaki- or was he trying to convince himself?- "You have the chance to go to the top if you try hard. Then why don't you try harder? Why don't you take advantage of the fortunate circumstances you're born to?"

"…" Tamaki listened quietly as Kyouya screamed at him.

"What…what…What in the world are you?" Kyouya screamed, shaking his friend by the collar as he thought about the things that had happened since he had met Tamaki; never in Kyouya's whole life had he been beside someone so alive…so full of energy. 'You're just an idiot, but why can you see through me?' Kyouya thought helplessly to himself, he had thought himself as such an excellent actor; that the mask he wore was fit so well on that no one would ever see through him. Somehow this man had been able to look deep inside his soul.

'I have the confidence that I won't lose to my brothers, ability wise.' Kyouya thought his anger boiling in his veins as his family picture came into mind, and then him painting a picture of purple flowers, but always in a frame- never aloud to be free. 'But…just because I'm the third son. The frustration that I have from this frame that I'm not allowed to come out of, I've always…'

"What?" Tamaki asked pulling Kyouya out of his trance like state, before saying, "You're the one who isn't trying harder."

Kyouya let go of his grip on Tamaki's shirt slightly. Kyouya was surprised and felt no need to hide it because Tamaki could see through his disguise; so his shock leaked out to his face.

"If you want to surpass your brothers, then do so. The one that's not doing anything and giving up…is you," Tamaki stated his purple eyes' staring up at Kyouya's unblinking. Never had Tamaki acted so serious; it was refreshing. Kyouya gasped his eyes widening. It made perfect sense, just because he was the third didn't mean he had to amount to nothing. Kyouya had always been so careful to not surpass his brothers because no one had told him it was fine to do so until then. Red paint flooded Kyouya vision before Tamaki spoke again, his mood lighting up significantly, looking around form side to side, "By the way, Kyouya. Where's the kotatsu?"

"To be honest, I was thinking you'd have prepared it already, and that's why I came over," Tamaki said looking up at Kyouya. Kyouya started to laugh, throwing his shoulders back as he thought about what he had said 'Like hell I'm going to prepare a kotatsu for you!' to his sister. He felt so free, letting everything out in the open; maybe having a friend wasn't as bad as he had first thought. He laughed so hard he felt himself grabbing at his sides, Kyouya's laugh echoed around the cold empty looking room that seemed, for the first time, be filled with such a gorgeous light.

"What? What's so funny?" Tamaki asked confused, before saying, "Let me guess- you prepared the kotatsu already, and you're hiding it from me?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Kyouya said as he stopped laughing, hitting Tamaki over the head with the side of his open palm, after stating, "Kotatsus are only used in winter, If you want to sit inside one, then wait until then, you idiot amongst idiots."

"Oh, that's a bad guy's face." Tamaki said blinking in confusion a couple times rubbing his sore head, as Kyouya stood up. Tamaki smiled as he said, "So that's your true form."

Later that very same day, after Tamaki had headed home, Kyouya had token out his brush and started working on his purple flowered master piece. He had finally exited that small cramped border that had refused free expression. Kyouya had painted a giant flower on the wall going through the brown wooden border. The flower behind it was covered in different colours, no just one solid none changing colour. The flower showed all the things he could do with his life; all the things he could show to the world. The painting was his own haven when things got ruff, before it had shown that he was trapped but now he was freed like the birds he so despised. As long as he had the picture was there to remind him of how wonderful life could be he could live without the fear of facing his father's wrath. Doing anything his father asked of him now seemed as some stupid, idiotic thing someone in a different position would decide. Kyouya would never go back to his old self – once you taste freedom you can never go back.

Four Months Later…

The snow seemed to fall forever, its purity seeming to bring joy to his home instead of what it always had done, brought pain and coldness; no matter what king of heating system Kyouya's father had.

"Kyouya, I've thought of a great idea! Let's establish a club." Tamaki said out-of-the-blue, as he sat at the kotatsu. "We'll start activities right after we enter high school! A club were our looks will be used- a host club!"

"Talk dream-speak only in your dreams," Kyouya said after Tamaki had held his hand signaling his finished sentence. Kyouya used his foot to knock Tamaki down on his side, as Tamaki laughed.

"I've thought of the other members: Haninzuko and Morinozuko in the high school selection…and those twins in their second year of middle school!" Tamaki said as Kyouya placed the tray of green tea he had with him on the kotatsu.

'The more I listen to his plans, the more I thought they were absurd.' Kyouya thought to himself. "But if I could share his world, I felt as if I'd be able to see sceneries different from ones I had seen already.' Kyouya drank his tea stopping suddenly when he felt something floating in it; Kyouya looked down to see a tea stock floating upright, a sign of good fortune. Kyouya felt that his life was changing and hopefully for the better, he would have to just follow Tamaki around to see where the road would lead him.

Kyouya's life would sure be filled to the brim with warm. Kyouya smiled as he looked in his tea, his smile reflecting in it. Kyouya sure wasn't sure where he would end up but as long as he was with Tamaki he felt it dint matter.

Wow that was long. I typed this all up in one go, my fingers are slightly hurting. I am amazed at the people who can write so much and not feel a thing. Well the beginning of this chapter was really just random, so I really don't mind if some people skipped it. This chapter is only 10 pages in 12 font; When I was writing this story it was in 8 font, so it was really small; and only 4 ½ pages. Now that the beginning over and everyone knows how the met etc we can get to the hard core yaoi; although we have to go through the whole angst-ness first. If anyone has anyone has any information about what I can do to write better, or criticism I would really appreciate it. Thank you very much for reading my story, I hope you enjoyed it. Bows to anyone who has written a lot in one sitting, it's really hard to do.