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Writing goes like this:

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Manjoume's delusion

/? speaking/

Chapter 2: Okay, your name is…

A tall, middle aged man entered class.

"Welcome, first year students! My name is Professor Chronos de Medici! I'll be giving you most of the Duel Theory lessons. Each of you will learn a unique set of skills, so it's important that you define your goals for the next three years."

'Sex,' Manjoume thought.

"And have a good time!"

'Sex', he nodded.

"Sigh…" Manjoume said, elbows on the mark of his class' windows. "My destined partner…"

"Still bummed about that?" Haou asked. "I wonder where that guy is now…"

Manjoume looked at the golden-eyed boy out of the corner of the eye. 'Yeah… how can I find him? Yesterday I was so excited to find my first man that I did H-stuff alone three times… Are other people like this, too?' He slightly shrugged. 'Well, I'll probably never meet him again anyway…'

"…What is it?" Haou asked.

"I've heard that experienced people train using a banana. Maybe I should try…"

"What?!"

"You don't have to get angry—I was just thinking…"

"Well, you think too far ahead!" Haou fumed.

"I think a virgin guy won't be able to do it well… Banana is the best, after all."

"You don't need it for the first time!" Haou yelled. "Do it with a man!"

'I wonder how does Haou do it…' Manjoume thought.

"Manjoume Thunder!" A group of boys approached the raven head. "We're the Black Scorpions Duel Team from second year. Can we register you so we can meet to duel?" they asked with broad, amiable smiles.

A head turned to Manjoume's location. "Manjoume Thunder?"

"Register…?" Manjoume moaned. If he did that, these guys would have access to his PDA and see all the pictures he'd taken of…

"NOOO FUCKING WAY!" he screamed, bumping his fist to the desk. The boys left, crying.

A hand reached for a PDA just in front of Manjoume.

"You! I said no registering!" he screamed.

"Manjoume! That's your PDA! You dropped it when you hit the desk, and he picked it up for you!" Haou said, ashamed at his friend.

"Give it back!" Manjoume snatched it from the other's fingers. But something, something he couldn't identify, made him look again.

Big, wide eyes were staring at him. Big, wide eyes he'd seen before.

"Hey… Hey, it's you!"

The other boy smiled, embarrassedly.

"The virgin!"

"What the…" Haou said.

"My name is Johan! Johan Andersen!" the boy screamed, on the verge of tears.

"Johan… Andersen?"

'Johan…' Manjoume stared at the other boy in class. 'You're the luckiest man in the world, Johan… I've decided to give you the privilege of being the first man that will do me!' he thought, as a lightning crossed the sky behind him.

'Now, which is the best way to go about it… Oh, I know. I'll say I forgot my book, so he'll invite me to read from his—we'll get real close and I'll softly seduce him… I can touch his knee…'

Manjoume walked in front of Johan, arms akimbo.

"G-g-g-give me your book!" he demanded, face steaming.

'Yikes! Is he going to jump me?!' Johan thought, as he involuntarily sat back. "H-here! All yours!"

"Huh?" Manjoume looked as Johan sat on the other end of the class, sharing another book with another classmate. 'Crap…'

"Manjoume-sanda!" a group of fanboys squealed from the door. "You're so cute!"

"What lotion do you use? Your skin is so nice!" a classmate next to him asked.

"Your skin is incredibly pale! Is it naturally like that? Or do you use whitening?" another asked.

"Haha, being so popular when you just enter school is a problem," Manjoume smirked to Haou.

"I pity you beyond words about it," Haou said, eyelids half-drop.

'But I still have problems with my target!' Manjoume thought, as class resumed.

Johan, sitting next to him again, shuddered. He slowly looked up at him.

'What's that stare? He looks like he wants to kill me!' he thought, averting his gaze. 'What's with this guy? We haven't even talked normally!'

He looked at him again, finding those deep black eyes fixed on him with an intensity he had never seen before. Sure, Manjoume's eyes were beautiful—but they also looked dangerous enough to frighten most people. Especially when they were fixed like an eagle's on its prey.

Suddenly, Manjoume's lips curved up, making Johan shudder again. He looked away, deciding to ignore him for the rest of the class.

"Haou!" Manjoume said as break started. "My seductive stare doesn't work!"

"I saw what you were doing. You stared so hard it was creepy," Haou said.

"You think I lack sex appeal because I'm a virgin?" Manjoume said, almost sobbing.

"Did you even listen to me?" Haou sighed.

"What erotic pose can I use to make him look at me?"

"Don't you think all your problem is because—you try too hard?" Haou asked.

'I'm no good at roundabout things,' Manjoume thought as he stealthily followed Johan along a corridor. 'I'll just snatch him and grand slam thank you ma'am!'

Manjoume waited until Johan walked nearby an unoccupied classroom. He jumped, out of nowhere, to Johan, and shoved him inside.

"Waah!" Johan exclaimed, completely surprised, as he fell on the floor on his butt. He looked up, to see a figure enter the room as well and lock the door behind it.

"Ma… Manjoume?" he asked, incredulous.

Manjoume lightly smiled, in the darkness of the room.

Johan sat up, not understanding the situation at all.

'Good… Now that we are all alone… let's begin…' Manjoume thought, but suddenly stopped himself. 'Wait—begin? What am I supposed to do to begin? Where—how I begin?!'

/Morooooon!/

'Aww, gods,' Manjoume grabbed his head, under Johan's confused look. 'What do I do?! I should have researched this… What do people do?! Oh, sure—undress! That should do the trick!'

Johan's eyebrows twisted as Manjoume fumbled with his clothes.

"Undress, undress…" he managed to open his belt, and he struggled out of his pants, exposing his silken black underwear to Johan. "…Undress!"

"Eh…" Johan blinked. "Eeeeeeek!"

This scream made Manjoume snap out of his thoughts. He looked down at himself in astonishment.

"Wh—wh…"

Quickly, he zipped up his pants and ran away as fast as he could.

"Aaah! What the hell am I thinking?! Now he thinks I'm a freak!"

"Johan, you're so lucky you get to sit at the side of Manjoume," one classmate told him.

"Tell me, what is he like? Elegant?" another asked.

'What is he like?' Johan thought. 'Well, so far, he:

1-Teased me that I'm a virgin.

2-Thought I tried registering him and refused.

3-Stole my book.

4-Glared at me during a whole class.

5-Showed me his underpants.

If it wasn't for (5) I'd say he's just a jerk… But is he a pervert?'

To be continued!