Should have said this in chapter one. XD Same disclaimer applies for all chapters. I don't own either Prince of Tennis, or the movie Boys Love. There. Happy? Hmph.

Author's Note: XD Oh man, I had to go back and watch parts of the movie to remember what scenes happened so I can include something of the like into this. Haha.

Here's chapter two. :o

For the Love of Boys II

He always had little regard for anyone and everyone in his class. After his recent breakup with the notorious Atobe Keigo from that other school that he cared not for, he ended up having a one-night fiasco with some mysteriously beautiful, sadistic boy. He had never once seen him in his school before, never even seen him in town. That definitely showed how much he paid attention. Though he still wasn't so sure if the purple-haired boy went to their famous school or not. All that mattered was the fact that he was slightly heartbroken because of the self-righteous boy's obsession with himself and the little infatuation the said boy had for a certain stoic boy of yet another school. Oh how he loathed high school…

Without even noticing it at first, a schoolbook quickly whizzed past his head, followed by the sound of a bothered boy. Well, it was undoubtedly Yagyuu Hiroshi that made the sound because that book was definitely his. And the culprit; Niou Masaharu. He was always picking on Yagyuu because the said boy was always so obedient. It looked like today was the day that the obedient boy was forced to carry the bags of all of Niou and his little clique.

Holding the bags tightly against his chest, Yagyuu ran past him, the demanding boys in tow, snickering; the boy with glasses no longer had enough room to carry his own books…

"Hey!"

"Ah, Sanada-kun," Yagyuu said with a polite smile though he was clearly in dismay, "Have a good day!" And with that Yagyuu Hiroshi rushed away, not wanting to make Niou and his friends late for class. Sanada Genichirou rolled his eyes and sauntered off in the opposite direction; that Niou boy was up for a rude awakening—sometime soon, hopefully.

Making his way to the separate end of the school's grounds, because he obviously hated seeping through crowds to get where he needed to be, he glared at his oncoming classroom, really not wanting to be there. His class was horrible, especially since he had Niou and his entire little group of followers, as well as Yagyuu and his lonesome. Now, he didn't have much of a problem with Yagyuu, but the one thing that irked him about the boy in glasses was the fact that he always listened, did what everyone asked of him, whatever it may have been…and Niou always took advantage of that.

Settling in his desk, which so horridly happened to be in the middle of the room, he placed his books down and awaited the usually tardy teacher to make his appearance. In all honesty, their teacher was too awake, all the damn time. It was too much, honestly. He hated happy, hyper teachers; they never knew what they were talking about.

With a sigh, he turned his head slightly to look forward and to his right at the 'unconfident' boy. He realized that the said boy had been looking back at Niou. When it was apparent that Sanada was looking at him, he gave a polite smile, as well as a nervous hand twitch; Sanada was unsure if Yagyuu's eye had twitched or anything because the glasses held a slight glare, obscuring his vision beyond that point. But it never really mattered to him, not in the least. Then, turning his head further, he angled his body to the right and looked to Niou sitting in the back of the classroom, in his usual spot, smirking at a slightly flustered Yagyuu. Well, that surely was something odd. To see Yagyuu, the 'perfect gentleman,' become flustered over something, let alone something done by Niou, was a bit awkward. But again, he cared not.

He was so absorbed in watching the reactions and facial expressions of his classmates, that he never realized the teacher step into the classroom hurriedly, or even the politely suited man stand at the front of his desk, awaiting his attention.

"Ano," the man spoke finally in a raspy, old, tired kind of voice as he managed to gain Sanada's undivided attention. "Excuse me, are you…Sanada Genichirou?" He asked, old hands shaking, fumbling with the paper as he read from it. Sanada nodded as politely as possible, and the man continued. "You are needed in the Guidance Office, Sanada Genichirou, as soon as possible. You have been given permission to leave this class lecture for the moment as your presence is rather urgent."

Sanada sighed and, with one final glance to Yagyuu Hiroshi, and then to Niou Masaharu as if keeping an eye on them; he stood, bowed, and followed the man with the old, raspy voice out of the room. His sudden retreat caused the other students to chatter confusedly, but it wasn't like he was around to hear.

He followed the man urgently towards the Guidance Office, wondering at the same time what could be so urgent that they needed him, Sanada Genichirou. They made their way up the few flights of stairs and into the most quiet and calm wing of the building; the Faculty area. Sanada hadn't really been there much because he wasn't exactly summoned. Guidance never needed him. The Principal never needed him. The Vice-Principal never needed him. And none of the Secretaries ever needed him. He kept to himself for the most part, except when Yanagi Renji was around. Yanagi could have most likely been the only person Sanada Genichirou would consider an ally. Sanada had no friends; he had allies and enemies—well, no enemies, frankly because everyone was terrified to go against him. He had a mean backhand.

As his 'escort' opened the door, he felt his shoulders tense only slightly, his eyes narrowing into a rather uncontent glare as he tried to become himself again without showing weakness. He hated weakness.

Once the Guidance Office's door was opened entirely, he was able to see the complete room. It reeked of a fishtank and fish food. So, the rumors of offices like this having fishtanks appeared to be true; he didn't think he'd see for himself, though, in all honesty, he hated following anything that other students said—they were must unreliable.

He peeked his head around the corner, never noticing the familiar head of purple hair sitting quietly at the Guidance Counselor's desk, nor the smirk the other donned; after all, the other boy's back had been facing Sanada's.

"Sanada Genichirou-kun," he heard a firm voice address him, and he stood his full height, entirely straight, his hands propped unmoving at his sides before he bowed in honor. The Guidance Counselor nodded in approval of the bow, telling the student to stand straight again before he continued. "This boy here, he was enrolled as a student here at the same time you were, but there's a difference between the two of you. He's been out of school for the majority of the year due to sickness and, now that he's back and well again, he's ready for his education; though, the main problem is that he was never introduced or acquainted to the school grounds because he fell ill when everyone else learned their surroundings.

"What I've brought you here for is I want you to show him around; take him to all of your classes. I know for a fact that he's already chosen your choice classes, so it shouldn't be too hard. You see," he stopped for a moment, eyeing Sanada for any change in facial expression, any sign of acceptance or denial. Finding none, he continued, "You're basically the only student in this school that shares the same schedule, well, besides a few others, but they're not exactly the role models of this school and…" He trailed off, talking away. Sanada was no longer listening because the captivating eyes of the purple-haired boy had him locked in place, in another world, and he remembered—he remembered just who that boy was; the boy from the night he committed his biggest sin—the boy that he still didn't know the name of. What was he doing there?

When Sanada didn't reply, the Counselor spoke up again, clearing his throat before he did so. "Sanada-kun. I know you'd probably like time to think about this burden, but unfortunately, time is something you don't really have. Can you please—"

"Sensei," the usually capped boy spoke finally, able to take his eyes away from the mysterious boy's, if only for a moment, confirming. "Alright. I'll show him around." His voice held its normal cold tone, his eyes locking back with the other's amused, sadistic ones. What was he getting himself into by agreeing so deftly?

End Note: I think, after this one's posted, I won't post chapters until I get two or three reviews for each chapter. I need to know opinions. I'm not going to waste my time writing when I won't be getting feedback.

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