What up my loyal fans? I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also for some reason fan fiction isn't taking chapter ten of Destination its quite weird... I'll get it up I promise.

Ch2: Pumped Up Kicks

I held the back the urge to emerge from my bed without clothing. Due to the fact I wasn't living alone anymore, and there was a girl who was willing to jump me for my body. Perhaps it was only because she was drunk. Then again, you can never be to careful. I moved out from under the covers, while reaching down for my pajamas. I slipped them on and a shirt. I reached for the door handle but quickly retracted. Maybe, she was waiting for me behind the door. I disregarded those thoughts of paranoia. I was acting pathetic. I moved out of my room and for the dining area. Perhaps today would be better than yesterday. I made my way around the corner and down the stairs. "Oh Take-kun you're still here?" I turned to find Aoi standing in the hallway, in her PJ's as well.

"Yes, I am. Why?" I asked, holding my breath a bit.

"Don't you have class? It's half-past nine." She stated.

"No." I respond. "Today is wednesday, and my wednesday classes don't start until noon."

"Oh, well come on. Mitsuka cooked us breakfeast!" Aoi said happily.

"Shouldn't she be in school?" I asked.

"No, her school has a gas leak so it's closed for the rest of the week." She stated leading me to the dining area until she realised something. "Oh, my that was a crime of rhyme." Aoi giggled.

I rolled my eyes at that watching her skip into the dining room. "Good morning, everyone." I said entering with closed eyes. Everyone wore smiles at my arrival, well almost everyone. "Tch, I never realised our new roommate would be a deadbeat." Ren said, with Aki smirking.

"So it's a crime to sleep until nine then?" I asked.

"When you have college classes it is!" She barked back.

"As I told Aoi, my wednesday classes aren't until noon." I sat down at the table.

"Um, Misaki..." Uttered Mitsuka.

I noticed Misaki turn to her and ask, "Yes, what is it?"

"Do you think you could help me with my calculus homework?" Mitsuka took calculus? I never figured her for the brainy type I though to myself.

"You know I'm not good at math. What happened to your tutor?" Misaki asked.

"He uh..." she started, "he called me a lost cause."

"A lost cause?" I asked. "Mitsuka, darling, I have seen many lost causes in my life and you are not one of them. If anything I believe you are second-most intelligent person in this room."

"Take-kun, your a physics major right? And to take physics aren't you required to take calculus? Perhaps you could tutor Mitsuka!" Aoi chimed.

"Really, Take-kun? Could you tutor me?" I saw her starting to smile. And then I started to smile.

"Sure I'll tutor you." I responded, with my chopsticks in hand.

"So you are pursuing a career in physics are you?" Asked Misaki.

"Correct. Im twenty now, in a few more years you will all be refering me as Dr. Fujiwara."

"I don't see why, you aren't a medical professional." Aki called.

"I'm beginning to tire of your ignorance. The term 'doctor' also means a person who holds a doctorate. Perhaps the next time you go out instead of buying frivolous diversions you could buy yourself a dictionary." I tossed a crocket into my mouth and started to chew.

"Take-kun!"

"Hey buddy, if you keep insulting Aki maybe you should leave!" Ren shouted from across the table.

"Maybe if your friend weren't such a... ahem, anyway. I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone. Even if we live together that doesn't mean, we have to like each other." I cracked at peak at their angered faces. "Besides I don't see why you two have a reason to dislike me in the first place. I have done nothing wrong."

"Well, breakfeast has become quite an event." Misaki said.

"My assumption is before it was just idle chit-chat. Am I right?" I could feel their eyes glaring injust holes into me. Why should I care?

"Yes. Take-kun, what do you do in your spare time?" Misaki asked folding her hands beneath her chin. "I think it would be a good idea if we got to know you more."

"Oh, well, um..." I started to wonder what I should say. I never even sumised the words to even describe myself. I am not that interesting of a person. I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I suppose...

"Take-kun we are waiting."

"Taketo-san, are you alright?" Mitsuka peeped out.

"Yes, I'm sorry what was the question again?" I asked, dreading the answer.

Misaki repeated herself. "Tell us about yourself, hobbies, likes, dislikes, how you spend your time, etc."

"Oh, well, um..." I repeated.

"What? You don't know what you like to do?" Asked Ren.

"Well, I don't really talk about myself all that often." I responded. "I don't have a lot of social interaction. My only friends are probably Aoi and Yuki-kun."

"Aw, Take-kun!" Aoi cried, with a voice full of sadness.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a-"

"Well, Misaki, to answer your question: My hobbies include physics, mathematics, graphic design, writing, video games, kendo, and learning new words. I'm a bit of a singer, bit of a playwright, bit of everything actually. My likes include: music, literature, anime, interesting history documentaries, learning, math, physics, writing, kendo, and my friends. Dislikes include: people, poetry, country music, all types of metal music, people, social interaction, people, awful television, people, people, and people. As for how I spend my time mostly studying, writing and reading manga."

"You sound like an otaku." Aki sighed.

"Don't you dare lump me in with those wierdos. I am not an otaku." I snapped. Aki and Ren giggled at my reaction.

"Now we know how to push your buttons, Otaku-kun," said Ren.

"I'm not an otaku!" I shouted.

"How are you a bit of everything?" Mitsuka asked.

"I do a lot of things, and people, specifically Yuki, says I'm pretty good at those things." I answered.

"Aki's a singer!" Aoi chimed.

"I'm pretty small at the moment, but I'm going to take off soon. I can feel it!" She said with great enthusiasm.

"Good luck with that." I said with the most supportive voice I could muster. But that doesn't mean it still couldn't be construde as sarcasm.

"How well can you sing, Otaku-kun?" Aki asked with smile. She knew perfectly well I was wanting to verbally assault her. I am not an otaku! "Perhaps in your dreams we could sing together... in your dreams!" Ren began to laugh hysterically at Aki's attempt to insult me. Clearly, none of them has any sense of decency.

"Why would I want to?" I asked. "I'm already a part of a theatre club that is strictly musicals. I don't need to sing with you." I barred my teeth, usually I try not to let that idiot get to me. But this time I couldn't help it. A tingle ran its way up my leg. I sensation I recall happening several times over during the course of the meal. Then again, I could hardly call it a meal since I didn't get to eat anything.

Yuki-kun was calling me. Well, either him, my mother, or my grandmother. One of the three. I made my way for my phone, bringing it from my pajama pocket. It was Yuki-kun. I flipped the phone open, and spoke. "Hello?"

"And where were you this morning?" He asked, his voice sounding demanding.

"What do you mean?" I asked, speaking groggily.

"Kendo practice? We were suppose to meet up and spar?" I remember that.

"Shit, sorry. I forgot. I'm moving into my new house and my roommates are giving me hell." I said, looking at the puzzled faces around me.

"You moved?" He asked.

"Yeah, a truck somehow managed to slam into my dorm room. So now I live in a share-house with six women." I answered.

"Oh, yeah?" He chortled. "Got your on little harem goin' on don't ya?"

"It's not like that you idiot!" I shouted. I sighed, knowing he was on the otherside of the line giving me a skeptical look. "I have to go, I need to help Mitsuka with her Calculus homework." I quickly hung up on him before he could say anything else. I hung my head in shame, freaking Yuki-kun!

"Your girlfriend, Otaku-kun?" Ren asked.

"I'm not an otaku!" They all giggled at my defensiveness. "Mitsuka let me go get dressed and I'll help you alright?"

"Actually wait!" Mitsuka called to me, as I began to leave.

"What is it?" I ask, leaning against the door frame.

"My teacher want's me to recite pi." She says.

"And?" I asked.

"And what?" She asked.

"To what extent?"

"No less that fifty places and then I have to recite it to the class..." She says nervously.

"Pi to fifty places is 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582... er... well fifty three." I watched as all their jaws dropped. "What? None of you have ever seen a man recite pi to fifty-three places before?"

"Take-kun," Aoi spoke up, "why would you memorize something like that?"

"Eh, what's life without whimsy?" I responded shrugging my shoulders.

"Anyway I better go. I've got classes I need to get to." And so I left, not ready to start the day at all. Being around women twenty-four/seven is exhausting. It makes me wonder how husbands do it ALL the time. The thoughts continued to plague me even I after I left the house. "Perhaps I should spend some time with Yuki-kun and get all the estrogen out of my system."