Story Title: Mars
Chapter Title: Promise
Pairing: Kouji/Takuya
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Neither Digimon or Mars belong to me, although I wouldn't mind owning Rei...or Takuya...or Kouji...getting back on track now.
Warning: This story is a YAOI, or slash. If you don't like that, you shouldn't be reading. and I really don't care about flames. I'm going to keep writing whatever the hell I want and if you don't like it, don't take the time to read the story. It's not that hard of a concept.
Summary:Kouji is one of the most popular kids in school with his carefree attitude and hot looks. Takuya is the quiet student that nobody knows. They're completely opposite, but maybe that's what makes them so perfect for each other. Now, if only they would realize that...
Character Ages: the only addition would be Izumi Koushiro: 23

okay, i'm really sorry for those of you who have been waiting for months on end. i posted this and then got seriously into my Harry Potter fic. i finally got back into this and then sorta cut it offso you guys wouldn't have to wait too much longer. hopefully i can stay into this and post sooner.

anyway, here's chapter two, see you after.

Chapter 2: Promise

Takuya was so completely bored! He wasn't one to actually slouch in his desk during class, but he couldn't help it. Sleep had been limited the last few nights, waking up many times a night to the feel of unwanted touches on his body. He had his head rested in the crook of his arms, which were crossed over his desktop. Every once in a while he would feel eyes on him, telling him that Kouji was keeping an eye on his actions. Deciding at the beginning of class to keep conversation with Kouji limited, he did nothing in response to the observations.

A part of him was telling him that it was wrong for him to get close to the other teen, but the other part of him couldn't help but want to feel as safe as he had in Kouji's embrace. His mind noticed how much more influence the want to be closer to Kouji was quickly taking precedence. He also vaguely noted that whenever they did talk, Kouji would keep his relative distance from the brunette, as if he was afraid to touch Takuya again like he had in the studio.

"Hey, Slim, you look tired," Kouji's voice pulled him from his thoughts and he raised his head to look at him. He hadn't even noticed the bell ring, signaling the end of school for the day. Kouji's words finally registered in Takuya's mind and he frowned slightly at the realization that Kouji had once again used the nickname he had taken upon himself to give Takuya. Unfortunately, to Takuya at least, he was actually answering to it now.

"Stop calling me that," Takuya tried to reason again. Kouji grinned at the order and shrugged.

"I'm just stating a fact. Have you looked at yourself lately? If you turned sideways you could hide behind the flagpole." Kouji did have a point. Takuya probably wouldn't mind the pet-name as much if it wasn't close to the truth of matters. He really hated how little his body had filled out.

Takuya had been malnourished by choice for years and it had taken its toll on his figure permanently. His stomach held no fat and he was slim for a male. His height had also stopped improving, leaving him shorter than most boys and girls in his grade. If he wanted he could probably pull off dressing as a female and nobody would notice, not that he was going to put that theory to the test in this lifetime.

"Are you doing ok?" Kouji asked gently, his voice holding deep concern. "You really don't look good at all."

"I've just been running low on my sleep lately. I'll be fine before you know it," Takuya threw in a smile for good measure.

"'Fine' by your terms or mine?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course there is. I wouldn't ask if there wasn't." Takuya looked back up to Kouji, having been gathering his papers and books and loading them into his backpack, and waited for the other teen to elaborate. "My definition of 'fine' for you would have to be…hanging out with me by choice and giving me real smiles instead of those ones you've been throwing me over the past few days."

Since when is he so good at reading me? Takuya thought with a slight frown. "Don't I already hang out with you by choice?"

"Not when you don't start a conversation, or ask to come to my place after school, or go to the mall, or…"

"I get the message," Takuya interrupted as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked toward the door to freedom.

"Good, because I was laying it on kinda heavy," Kouji replied with a triumphant grin. Takuya merely rolled his eyes and gave a small laugh. "I think that's the first time I've heard you really laugh, Slim. You should do it more often." With that, the laugh diminished as Takuya turned a deep shade of red. "Oh, I almost forgot to give you this back," Kouji exclaimed as he reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of laminated paper. It was the picture Takuya had drawn of a woman holding her child. "I kept on forgetting to give it back to you." Takuya reached up and took it from Kouji.

"It's not my best work, but maybe it'll look good on canvas," Takuya thought over the prospect of painting it."

"What do you do with the sketches once you're done?"

"Well I don't really need the sketch once I've got the outline drawn on the canvas."

"So you just throw it out?" What was Kouji getting at?

"No, I don't throw them out, but I just don't need them."

"Well, could I have it when you're finished with it?" That caught Takuya off-guard. He would have never expected Kouji to want the picture back. He really didn't seem the type to like that kind of thing.

"I guess. If you want the painting when I'm finished, you can have that as well. I have too many anyway."

"Really?" Kouji was reminding Takuya of a child who was just given permission to get a treat.

"Sure."

"Great, so now we need to work out a payment. I can't take them for free."

"Don't worry about paying. I won't charge anything. Its just art."

"No, I have to pay you back somehow." He thought it over for a few minutes, ignoring Takuya's insistence in forgetting about paying. "I got it. I'll protect you!" In Takuya's opinion, that was really going overboard. It was just a picture after all. Kouji turned from where he was standing a few steps lower on the flight of stairs they had started down than Takuya. He moved up a step so he was closer and about eye level with the brunette. He brought his right hand up to touch Takuya's cheek as he spoke quietly. "I promise that I'll remain by your side and protect you, no matter what."

Takuya couldn't have spoken if he wanted to. The look in Kouji's eyes was a serious one and it bordered on possessive. He was seriously going to protect Takuya in exchange for a picture. Why does he even like the picture so much? It's not really all that good, and I wasn't really motivated in drawing it. Or does his desire for the picture have nothing to do with it's content and everything to do with who drew it? Takuya's mind was going to fast for him and he closed his eyes as his mind returned to a common process that it had taken since the first time Kouji had spoken to him. Why does he even care about me? Takuya's hand rose to rest on Kouji's arm, his fingers twisting around the bracelet adorning the wrist he grasped.

"Deal?" Kouji's voice brought him back to his surroundings and his brown eyes opened to meet Kouji's blue ones.

"Deal," Takuya managed to whisper. Kouji nodded and dropped his hand back to his side and turned to continue down the stairs.

"And if you ever feel like messing around, I'll lend you my body. All you have to do is ask for it and it's yours."

Takuya blushed again at the implications and the thoughts of taking Kouji up on the offer was awfully tempting, but not in the manner that Kouji intended. I didn't matter because Takuya knew he would never have the courage to ask Kouji such a thing.

"Will you lend me your body?" Takuya hear himself call out after Kouji, who had continued down the stairs. Obviously Takuya's mouth had a mind of it's own and didn't need permission from the brain to speak anymore. Oh crap, I can't believe I actually said that.

Hearing the request caused Kouji to lose his balance and his feet slipped down a few steps as his butt met the stair firmly. He didn't even register if it hurt or not. His brain was focused solely on the fact that Takuya had actually taken him up on the obviously sexual intended offer. In a way, though, he sensed that Takuya wasn't taking him up on anything in that particular area…yet.

"I mean can you model for me?" Takuya finally regained control of his words and clarified his request. He stepped down to where Kouji sat and bent down to see if the teen was all right. Kouji looked up to him and frowned.

"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I made the offer. Where's the fun in sitting around?"

"I'm an artist. I see beauty and I make it even better." Kouji gave him a mischievous grin at the comment and Takuya felt his face get warm. Where is my brain-to-mouth word filter today? "Anyway, artists have a different definition of 'fun' than punks do."

"Who's a punk?" Takuya decided not to elaborate on that particular point. He was already in enough trouble without getting Kouji mad at him.

"If you don't want to, it's alright. I realize it's an unusual thing to ask."

Kouji thought it over for a few seconds before shrugging. "Why not? It won't kill me to pose for you."

"Really? Awesome!" Takuya exclaimed before he could catch himself. Kouji grinned at the response and stood before anybody came by and saw him sprawled out on the floor. It would take a long time to live down if that happened.

"So, you want to do something right now?" Takuya nodded slightly and Kouji led the way to the art room.

Kouji sighed and looked out the window next to him. His latest ex-girlfriend, Maki, had asked him to meet her before school started. Well, he was there and she wasn't. It's just like that selfish brat to be late. Man, I can't believe I survived dating her for a month.

"There you are, Kouji," a soft but stern voice called and he turned to look at the girl. Her blonde hair flowed down around her face to her mid-back and her eyes were a dark blue. She came up to Kouji's shoulder with heels on and she was well proportioned for her size. She was the ideal girlfriend…until you got to know her.

"Yeah, I'm exactly where you told me to meet you. Imagine that," Kouji replied neutrally.

"Kouji, I want to break up with you," she said as if he hadn't said anything.

"If I recall correctly, I beat you to the punch on that. We broke up a week ago."

"Well, you may be a junior with time to spare, but I have my college exams to study for and I don't have time to play around with you."

Kouji shrugged and stood up straight and turned to walk away. "Well, good luck with that."

"Hey, get back here," she called after him and grabbed onto his arm. "That's it?"

"Um, yeah, of course that's it. We're in a mutual agreement to break up, so let go and I probably won't see you around."

"It was a trick to get you to pay more attention to me than you do to your stupid job and that stupid bike."

"My job may be stupid, but my bike isn't. Taking shots at my pride and joy isn't the way to 'win my heart'."

"I heard the rumors about you getting it on with some boy in your class."

"Who I get it on with is none of your business, and I haven't done anything with Takuya in that sense." Not that Slim would be the first guy I got it on with, Kouji mused, but decided to keep that to himself. The girl was annoying and annoyed enough as it was.

"I can't believe you, Minamoto! I got you a two hundred dollar watch just three weeks ago."

"It's not like I asked you for it."

"Well, then give it back!"

"I pawned it off two days after you gave it to me."

"WHAT!" Kouji flinched at the screech. "How could you?"

"I needed the money for some parts and didn't have a paycheck coming."

"You sold it for motorcycle parts? What's more important to you - me or the bike?"

Kouji couldn't believe she had asked such a stupid question. He looked over to her and answered simply, "My bike."

"MINAMOTO!"

Kouji walked into his classroom fifteen minutes later with a bandage covering part of his scratched cheek. Junpei was sitting in Kouji's desk next to Takuya looking through some of the brunette's latest drawings. It hadn't taken long for Junpei to worm his way into Kouji and Takuya's daily routine, giving the excuse that he was looking after Takuya's well being. The two didn't talk much, Takuya being too withdrawn to really get too much into any conversation even with Kouji, but he was getting better.

Takuya glanced up to Kouji and frowned at the scratches. Junpei followed Takuya's gaze and laughed. "What the hell happened to your face, Kouji?" he asked.

"I got in a fight with a cat and the feline won," Kouji replied.

Junpei stood up and moved closer to Kouji's face. "Last time I checked, feline's don't wear nail polish," he said with a knowing grin.

"The ones at this school do."

"Having women trouble, Kouji?" Takuya asked, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"I'm never going to understand women. I just don't get what is so offensive about saying that I care more about my bike than I do about someone I've gone out with for a month." Takuya rolled his eyes at Kouji's ignorance.

"Man, I've never even had a girlfriend and I understand them better than you do," Takuya said. Junpei laughed and patted Takuya on the shoulder lightly.

"You'll get used to his lack of brains in no time."

"I am still here, you know," Kouji interrupted.

"Alright class, sit down and get your books out," Takemura called as he entered the classroom. Kouji sat down in his desk and glanced over to Takuya to see how the teen was reacting to seeing the teacher again. This was the first class they had with the man after the incident in the studio and Kouji was concerned that Takuya would have some sort of panic attack.

Takuya was tense, but didn't seem to be too bad off, so Kouji went to ignoring the lesson. He didn't care if the teacher got mad at him, assault on Takuya notwithstanding. It wasn't like he needed to know English.

"Okay, today we're going to work on sentence construction. You should have had plenty of practice over the last few weeks and now I want to see what you can do. Kouji Minamoto, why don't you give it a shot?" he called. Takuya looked next to him to see Kouji dozing. That didn't take long. Usually he lasts for about fifteen minutes.

Junpei leaned back in his chair so he could kick the bottom of Kouji's chair to rouse him. Kouji jumped up and looked around. His eyes landed on Takuya, who inclined his head toward the board and the waiting teacher. He sighed and stood, stretching as he walked toward the front of the class.

"Let's see what you can do for us, Mr. Minamoto." Kouji crossed his arms, appearing to be in deep thought. "What's wrong? Aren't so big off the court, are you?"

Takuya's eyes moved to the teacher suspiciously. He's harassing Kouji. I didn't think he would take Kouji catching him molesting me so hard. Kouji picked up a piece of chalk and began writing in perfect English letters. "You should have let me sleep," he said.

The teacher whose mask is kind is truly a monster that sexually harasses defenseless male students.

Takemura gasped and hurried to erase the board as Kouji tossed the chalk on the teacher's desk and walked back to his desk with a wide grin on his face. "Nice try, Takemura, but I lived in California for six years. I'm probably better at English than you are."

Murmurs started filtering through the room, questioning who Kouji meant by his message. Kouji reached his desk, but paused as he saw a tan hand move off the corner of the desk next to him. He smiled and brought his hand down to it in a low-five. He glanced to Takuya's face to see a bright smile across the teen's face.

Everybody keeps telling me about how bad of a kid he is. Sure, he's a wild guy but I've never sensed selfishness in him. He just acts how he feels like acting and doesn't care if someone has a problem with it. Someone like that should bug me, but I don't mind. I don't think I ever really did. Takuya remained lost in thought over the last hour of class since nothing else interesting caught his attention.

By the end of class he had worked out an important fact that shocked him. I actually understand him. I've only interacted with him for almost two weeks and I completely understand how he acts. I may not know why he acts that way, but I get him enough not to care.

Takuya looked next to him to where Kouji was still dozing and smiled softly. Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all.

"See you tomorrow, Slim!" Kouji yelled after Takuya as the other teen walked away from school. He knew that Takuya didn't like attention on him, but he just couldn't help but get Takuya flustered. Junpei had tried to convince him to take it easy with Takuya, but the brunette hadn't told him seriously to stop so he kept doing it.

He removed the chain from his bike and stuffed it into the pouch secured to the back of the bike. He pushed it upright and threw his leg over the seat. He inserted the key in and relished the feeling of the engine roaring under him. He put it in gear and pulled away as fast as he could manage.

Kouji knew something was wrong when he stopped accelerating and the engine idled down, but the transmission didn't start slowing the bike down. Kouji shifted the bike into neutral and applied the brakes, but nothing happened. Crap, my brakes don't work. Deciding to stop it the easy way, he turned the bike sharply and leaned into the turn as far as he could, causing the bike to fall onto its side and slide to a stop, Kouji releasing his hold on it even before it hit the ground to save himself serious injury.'

The bike didn't take long to stop and Kouji stood where he had fallen. He sighed and walked over to his bike and turned off the engine. "Someone's really got it bad with me if they go straight for my bike." He lifted the bike back on its wheels and groaned at what he saw. "Man, if Tai sees these scratches he's gonna kill me. That takes care of going to him to fix the problem." He went over his mental list of friends that could check out the bike and decided that Izumi Koushiro, an old friend and motorcycle - among other things - genius that he had known for years. Sure, Izzy, as they called him, was a close friend of Tai's, but he would respect Kouji's wish not to tell the bike's previous owner.

"Who are you pissing off this time, Minamoto?" Izzy asked as he began replacing the cut brake line. "This was a clean cut so you couldn't have cut it on the road."

"Of course I couldn't, I was in school when it was cut."

"You...in school? Did I miss hell freezing over?" Kouji rolled his eyes.

"Give me a break, Izzy. I catch enough crap from Yamato, Tai, and the students."

"And I'm sure you do everything you can to deserve such treatment." Kouji's response was the middle finger pointed in his friend's general direction. "Seriously, Kouji, watch yourself if someone is pissed off enough at you to go to your bike. If you were riding one of the bikes you put together, you wouldn't have been so lucky."

"Yeah, Tai sure did a genius' job of getting this baby together," Kouji said as he patted the bike. "It really sucks that he can't race anymore."

"Who knows, maybe he will if he works hard enough. You know Tai."

"Yeah, stubborn as hell and always doing stuff because people say he can't. Maybe he's too stubborn."

"This coming from the guy who works full-time labor so he doesn't have to go home."

"Well, I better be getting to that full-time job or I'll be looking for a new one."

"Give me a call if you have anymore problems. You know I'm always here to give you a hand when you don't want to upset Tai."

"Just what everybody needs."

The English teacher was easy for Kouji to find and catch up to the next day at school. Kouji figured the quicker he settled things with Takemura, the sooner he could get Takuya's mind back where it should be. The other teen said it didn't bug him, but Kouji had noticed the shadows around Takuya's eyes, signaling lack of sleep. They both could do with that.

"Hey, Takemura," Kouji called and placed his hand on the man's shoulder to get his attention further. The man looked over his shoulder and shock passed through his eyes. "You should have warned me that you play hard. That little stunt you pulled on my bike nearly sat me in a hospital bed. I'm just lucky I have guys that know what their doing putting a bike together."

"I really have no idea what you're talking about," Takemura attempted, but the fear in his voice gave him away.

"Now that I know you don't screw around, I won't disrespect you by not giving it my all. I mean, think about it: this is my only chance to really go wild with my life. You know, being a minor still." Kouji walked past the man, but paused when he was a few feet away before speaking again, turning to watch the man's reaction. "Just checking, but your car is that tan '92 Infiniti, right?"

The teacher could only watch as the teenager walked away as if threatening him like that was no big deal. From the tone of his voice and intensity of his gaze, Takemura didn't doubt that he would make good on his threat if given the chance and a reason to.

This was no ordinary kid he was dealing with - he couldn't deal with this person. He would lose...

"Hey Kouji, I heard you were single again," Izumi chided as she leaned against his desk. "It's about time you dumped her. She was just cramping your style."

"I really couldn't care less about what she did to my style," Kouji replied, his voice bored.

"That's because it doesn't exist," Junpei added to the conversation from behind.

"You don't do much better, Mama's Boy."

"You wanna hook up with me?" Izumi got herself back into the conversation that she started.

"No thanks, once was enough for me." Kouji replied instantly. He had been waiting for that question to jump up. Izumi was getting too desperate for his attention to not let his availability pass by.

"How could you say that? We made a great couple, and you know it."

"I thought it was just good sex." Izumi fumed before turning and walking toward her desk.

Kouji looked toward the door to catch Takuya walk in and he waved the other teen ocer. Takuya smiled slightly and walked to his desk as he pulled his backpack from his shoulders.

"'Morning," he greeted.

"What's up, Slim?" Kouji replied, his mood getting lighter already.

"Good Morning, Takky!" Junpei greeted, opting to use his own nickname for Takuya.

"Isn't anyone going to actually use my name?" Takuya complained as he did every morning. "Have either of you two heard anything about Takemura quitting this morning?" Kouji grinned slightly before schooling his face to a neutral expression.

"Really? He just up and quit? I wonder why," he said earning him a suspicious look from Takuya. "Hey, since when are you up on the rumor mill?"

"The art club's other members are really into the rumor thing. I just happen to be in the same room as them when they go off."

"So, should I go there whenever I need an update?"

"You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the teacher's sudden decision, would you Kouji?" Takuya asked, bringing them back on track.

"Whatever makes you think that?"

"It might have something to do with what you wrote on the board yesterday."

"And the crash you took on your bike after school?" Junpei added.

"You know how I ride."

"And you've never crashed just driving out of the school lot."

"It's a new bike and I'm not used to it's handle yet." Neither one of them looked convinced, but Kouji was saved by the teacher announcing the beginning of class. Kouji wasn't worried about telling Junpei. In fact, he would probably end up giving all the juicy details once school was out, and his friend would just shake his head and laugh. Takuya was another matter completely. He would feel responsible for putting Kouji in danger and everybody could do without that.

Takuya packed away his textbooks and turned toward the door. As he walked into the hall, he paused at who stood beyond it. Izumi looked up and met his eyes. He looked back calmly, before he started walking past her.

"What's your deal?" Izumi asked. "You're nobody and yet you seem to be the center of Kouji's attention lately."

"You think I asked for it?" Takuya responded.

"Well, you certainly aren't objecting either."

"You're his friend and you don't get that you can't make Kooji do something he doesn't want to do. I've given up trying to convince him to leave before he gets bored around me. But don't get me wrong, I don't actually mind his company anymore."

"But why you? You're always quiet, always down. What does he see in you that I don't?"

"If you figure it out, let me know, because I'm lost on that one." Takuya walked by Izumi and away from the girl.

"I won't lose him to you," she said in a low, threatening voice.

"I already said that I didn't ask for any of the attention he gives me. I don't control him and neither do you. It's up to him to live however he wants to."

Izumi let Takuya leave. Why did everything he said make so much sense? Why couldn't he be that quiet kid she always knew him to be? Why did he seem to know all the answers for Kouji's actions when she was scraping for reasons as to why she had to have Kouji with her again? She had been wrong about Takuya - they all were. This was no dumb kid who just hid behind a sketchpad.

"I get it, Kouji. You already know what he's like. But I still won't lose you without a fight. Kanbara's going to have to work to get you."

She just hoped she would still have Kouji's friendship if she did go all-out to get him back.

so, how did you like it? i'm going to have to start coming away from the Mars manga for the stuff between Izumi and Takuya. it might actually get hard for me to work out the fact that this story is yaoi and Mars isn't. oh well, i'll stick with it, no matter what flamers say. speaking of which, i got a flame and it just made me laugh. i really didn't see a point to the flame and that just makes me laugh at the person who sent it.

Review Replies:
Flame sender: get a life and actually read what people write

i am noone who are you...: glad you like it, hope you enjoyed.

oneontainternet: thank you forthe compliment. here's the update.

NymAulth: glad to know a Mars fan likes it.

Redrum: glad you like it. i like the idea of Takuya being reserved and when i think of Kouji not being closed off like he is in the series, i see a personality kinda like i write him, which is why i'm writing it like this.
about what happened between Takuya and JP, and the look of disgust, you'll know why later, and it was a few years ago, so Takuya isn't as bothered as he was before about being touched. attraction to kouji is what helped to let Kouji hold him like he did. hope thats a good explanation for now.
hope you enjoyed this chapter as well.

Dragi: cool, someone i recognize and love the work of. i'm glad you got so into the story and sorry i didn't update for you sooner. hope you enjoyed.

takuya: glad you liked it. ah, Takuya with longer hair drool. takuya's hair and his dubbed voice is why i love him so much. same for kouji, but something about the guy who plays takuya's dubbed voice just melts me.

KendoSakuyamon: glad you like kouji being OOC so much. thanks for reading and liking. enjoy!

SugaSuga4u: hope you enjoyed and thank you.

MilliKilo: i'm glad you like it. my writing of this story is a combination of what i like most about Mars mixed with my own little twists. something has to be mine to turn a non-yaoi based story into a yaoi using characters from another anime. i hate the teacher too, which is why he didn't last long. im sure you'll hate some of the people coming in the future even more though. hope you enjoyed this chapter. sorry i didn't update sooner.

madmaggie: i'm glad you enjoyed it so much. oh yeah, no pressure on updates...

Lexa000: thank you, hope you enjoy this chapter too.

sincerity and faith: hope you liked this chapter too.

sean's girl: woo-hoo! another Mars fan that like the fic. i'm gonna try to keep to the storyline in an overall aspect, but i will have to change stuff since this is a yaoi...a point that's already being shoved in my face as i re-read the manga. hope you liked this chapter, and suggestions are always welcome.

Bonnie Mizuhara Asakura: thank you for the compliments. hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

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Naruto Kaiba: glad i'm a fave. if it makes you feel better, as the story goes on, we'll see snippets of the takuya we know and love. enjoy!

Canadian Anime Princesseses: okay, here you go! i continued! you really don't have to beg...but a picture of that would be funny. if you live in Canada, I'm right next door in Alaska. either way. hope you loved this chapter as much.

SailorChibi: which parts are you looking forward to for example? have you read more than the first one? it was the first manga i officially owned. now i could run a bookstore with my manga alone. hope you enjoy.

dark mystic: the chapters will hopefully get longer. i can't stand writing short chapters. it just makes me feel like it isn't worth the wait for you readers to only get a short chapter. enjoy!

Thu-Tien: thank you much.

Tanegaroa: wow, a sexy story. i have to say that wasn't on the list of thoughts i had built up of reader's opinions. and no way could i keep this a one-shot. not with this many people asking for more.

TALA MINE-TALA HOT: sorry this wasn't as "more this instant" as it could have been. hope you enjoy.

KittyDuo195: thank you, and i agree, kouji's hair is awesome like rei's.

i can't believe i got 24 reviews on one chapter. thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. if you have read Mars and have any suggestions or certain parts that you absolutely want to see, let me know and i'll be extra careful to include it.

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one more thing that's kinda off topic of the fanfic, but have any of you read "Only the Ring Finger Knows"? im obsessed with that manga and im kinda looking around for info on if they are planning to translate the novels of after Yuichi and Wataru are a couple. if anybody knows anything, please let me know.

anyway, see you next time,
Kimra Dattei