Not a word, not a single word in any language all around the worlds could describe my supreme embarrassment. I desperately wanted to pull my arm back, but it stayed there. For some odd reason, my hand had fallen in love with the texture of Riku's…yeah…

If Riku's face was as red as a freshly-picked tomato, my own face must be redder than the ripest watermelon. This would NOT look good if you weren't one of the ones standing next to the two of us when it happened.

Speaking of people standing next to Riku and me, I craned my head to get a look at Samcyxk; I immediately regretted it.

Samcyxk's left hand was raised in the air, his index finger stuck straight up. It appeared that he was about to say something before the……incident. Now his expression was as blank as Michael Jackson's girlfriends list. The boy's jaw hung agape in a rather odd shape, like it was on a hinge and said hinge had just been shattered. For I all knew, he could be dead where he stood since his chest and diaphragm were neither expanding nor retracting as air was allowed into the body.

As for me…the situation was even more awkward than Janet Jackson's wardrobe malfunction. Not to mention being unable to wipe the drool flowing from my mouth; unfortunately, my other arm was immobile from pure shock, and it wasn't going to be able to wipe my chin, which had a considerably large amount of saliva covering it.

Turning back to Riku, I saw him mouthing something to me. I squinted, because it was unclear as to what he was attempting to communicate to me. It could've been either, "What the hell are you doing?" or "Get the hell off the twins!" Still, though, I couldn't move. The tingling feeling of comfort had rushed its way to my head, and now it felt like I was high. I had never been high, but had had it described to me.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I came to my senses…and smashed my head against a locker. A small bit of blood began to run from the injury but it served its purpose; the hand that groped Riku's goodies flew to my head to cradle it. I overdid the blow, and it seriously hurt. Now my mind swam even more so than before; it was coupled with the pain as well as the previous situation…I would take the pain over what had happened only moments before.

There were footsteps. Suddenly an arm was thrust right past my ass – I swear, someone was trying to make a bad joke out of it – and collided with a locker. The locker opened up, and the hand rummaged around inside. After a second, it reappeared with a microphone. Slowly, the arm withdrew and took the microphone with it.

Samcyxk still had the same astonished look on his face as he brought the microphone to his lips. Then…

"Cause if I were gay, I would give you my soul. And if I were gay, I would give you my whole being. And if I were gay, we would tear down the walls. But I'm not gay. So won't you stop cupping my…" The entire locker room burst into hysterical laughter, and Samcyxk couldn't even finish the lyric before beginning to cackle. While he slammed his fist into the floor, tears streaming down his face, others clutched their lockers for support. These guys were laughing louder than a girl screaming at a Justin Timberlake concert.

"But it was an acc-" I didn't get to finish my sentence because Riku punched me in the gut. Gasping for air, I fell to the floor. "Do you want to give them more provocation?" he hissed in my ear. It was apparent that he was enjoying himself as much as I was enjoying myself. I caught a glimpse of him rubbing his crotch, whispering something to himself.

After getting up with quite a struggle, I noticed Roxas wasn't even in the room. He'd probably left as soon as he had recovered from shock to avoid the resulting embarrassment. Smart choice. If only I could've. My suspicions were confirmed, though not in the way I'd expected, when a roar came from the classroom that was closest. No doubt my carefree older brother had gone and blurted it out to the class right in the middle of the lesson.

I had to get out of there fast. Only then did it occur to me that I was shirtless. So was Riku. I was just lucky that he hadn't had his pants down, or it would've been received even worse.

That's when someone called out, "Have fun, you two!"

Following suit, someone else shouted, "We'll get out ASAP so you guys can have some privacy!" He had said 'guys' like it was some huge punch-line.

"Don't be too gay now!" I swear, the room shook like it was an earthquake after that. That's how intense the laughter was. I then dove into an open locker and closed the door. All I wanted was for all of them to go away. Evidently catching my idea, Riku's shadow left my vision.

The cackling didn't stop until every last person who had witnessed it was gone. At this time, I got out of the locker, and didn't notice Riku; had he left, too? It was then that he came out from behind one of the shower curtains.

"We have to tell the coach."

"No!" I shrieked. "It's bad enough that the whole team knows! Why do we have to tell him?!"

"If the entire team knows it," Riku said sternly, "then he'll find out eventually. Either us or them." His logic made sense, and I allowed myself to follow him to Saїx's office. We made sure to remain in the shadows.

"Riku! That's my ass!"

"What can I say? It's squishy." He chuckled. I didn't know if what he said was supposed to be a joke or if he was serious. He must've been joking; I mean, I hadn't meant to grab his crotch.

We arrived at Saїx's office in a matter of minutes. He was reading a newspaper with a steaming cup of coffee on his desk. A cigarette was between his teeth. I didn't know the coach was a smoker…

The two of us, building up all of our courage, stepped into the light and through his doorjamb.

Saїx looked up from the paper, and a confused scowl came across his lips. "What are you two doing? And…" He eyed us carefully. "…Where are your shirts?"

Once again, it occurred to me that I wasn't wearing a shirt, that I had forgotten it back at the locker. I silently cursed under my breath. Other than that, I was at a loss for words.

"Coach…" Riku started, taking a large sigh. "The shirtless stuff…it has a bit to do with the problem…"

"Problem?" Saїx asked. "Why's there a problem after we whipped Larxene's class?"

Both of us were silent, and then I just decided to blurt it out. I always had had bad timing, since Coach Saїx had just picked up his cup.

"I grabbed Riku's crotch!"

There was a crash as Saїx's cup shattered on the floor. He twitched in his seat, and was gripping the paper so hard it began to rip. "…What?" His mind had to be floundering, and his hair did something you saw once in a lifetime: it fell into his face, obscuring his right eye. His chest moved rapidly as he took in short, raspy breaths. "What the hell…?"

"Let me explain this a bit clearer," Riku said. "Sora and I were talking about the game, then he slipped over his shirt. I said I'd help him, but then…he reached out and grabbed…there…"

Coach Saїx had this "what-the-fuck?" expression. His brow furled, and by now, the paper was almost two separate piles of…well…paper. "Okay…And I needed to know this…why?" His eyes scanned me, then Riku; apparently, he was checking us to see if it was some kind of joke.

When he had concluded it wasn't, he stood up. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead. "This is obviously affecting both of you mentally and physically…Listen, go to your next class, I'll give both of you notes, but don't talk at all. If you do, you'll only get an outburst of gay jokes." He snatched up a pencil and a note card and scribbled something on it.

With much professionalism and pizzazz, he threw the card Riku's way. He caught in-between his index and middle fingers.

"And don't forget to put your shirts back on. If you'll excuse me…" He stared at the tiled floor. "I've got a bit of a mess to clean up."

We slinked out of the office quite dejectedly. That could've gone better, and it was a miracle it didn't go worse, but…this was far from a solution. I mean, a note? Flipping it over, I read the scrawled handwriting of our gym teacher.

"Please excuse Sora and Riku for being late. There was a bit of a…situation in the lockers, and they were seeking my guidance. Please, don't call on them…it's for your own good and sanity.

Saїx"

The note didn't help us much either. Before I was able to turn back and protest to him this would only provoke our next teacher to call on one of us, the door flew shut. I could swear I heard a sinister, muffled cackle; at least, that's what I thought I heard.

A door opened behind us, and the two of us scampered off like mice.