Of Infirmaries, Bows and CrossDressing Bishounen Chapter 2: Stupid Boy, a .hack/sign fanfic

Title: Of Infirmaries, Bows and Cross-Dressing Bishounen!

Author: Kaeru

Pairings: SkeithxHaseo, one-sided OvanxHaseo

Rating: M/MA

Warnings: Yaoi. Kyaaaa! Nothing much, just a blow-job and fluffyness and angsting. And pervy-teacher-molesting-student stuff.

Summary: Haseo plus dress plus party plus physical-action-deprived Skeith equals to… Duh. Yaoi. SkeithxHaseo. AU. Three-shot.

Disclaimer: No own. Now go away! (goes off to sulk her no-owning-ness in a corner).

Kaeru: … I'll hide for now until you finish reading, 'cos I'm sure you're gonna want to kill me later… T,T (runs off to build a fort and hide before readers lay siege on her)

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Reviews:

makebelievegirl

They had sex and they didn't even know each other name! Time goes fast when your having fun, huh. I love this new story. Make me happy and continue. (hands you a jar of chocolate chip cookies)

Kaeru: LOLZ. Yea, kinda weird, I know, but hey! I like it that way… X3. Thanks for the cookies!! (glomps you) You're the best!

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Daggergal

AI! Kawaii! truly KAWAII! where did this idea come from!? wherever it was can i go there! i need some inspiration like this to help with my Kuro/Fai (Tsubasa Res. Chronicles (jic)) that i'm working on. i promised my readers 1 chapter a month and i havn't gotten this month's chapter STARTED yet! --
-Ta

Kaeru: Lolz. Thanks! Unfortunately, the place from whence this story came has deteriorated several centuries ago and is now nothing more than a pile of black sludge that lives in my brain. XD. Anyway, it's probably too late by now, but good luck anyway on your fic! I know what's it's like to be behind on updating schedules… (looks around shiftily) Anywho, thanks for reviewing!

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Acid Fire

Damn this was long XD Loved it for that, a favorite of mine for sure

Kaeru: Kyaa! Thanks! I tend to ramble a lot while writing, so it's always longer than expected (or should be ;).

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phaz

you know what? i like both your fics, both this have .hack//submission! only started to find some fic on hackGU series but i never guess that i did be able to reading something as good and awesome like this.
this in fact had inspired me to became more GU-fan now xD (yup, im not that fan about that series but i still like them but you change it now xDD and i need to tell my sis to play that game now hahaha)
this story is indeed special and unique, with the AU and all. I was just wondering... why not use haseo's real name like in the other fics? it would be must better no ?
and i cant believe you are from singapore! awesome dude there's so many great author from singapore..
okay now... i hope you do continue this fic and the one on the other site (from what you said in your profile)
i will be seeing you again next time you update

Kaeru: Wah!! Shhh! Don't tell anyone! I'll get kicked off AFF… XD. Lolz. Well, anyway, thanks so much! I appreciate it! You're the first to know and confront me about that. Lolz. Anywho, wow! I'm so proud that I managed to get you hooked on it! XD Sugoi desu ne!!

And, well, the reason I didn't use Ha-chan's real name here is because I already used it in the other. Lolz. I wanted something different. And I'm hoping to update //Submission, soon, but I can't seem to get past the Ryou-gets-raped-by-Skeith part… X3. So, urgh. Sorry if it'll take so long.

And about the great authors from Singapore thing… O,o For real?? I haven't met anyone who writes yaoi from Singapore!! You know any?? (blush) And I wouldn't say I'm a good author… (sigh) I'm too much of a fusser. Plus, I neglect details; my fics are either too short with too little details, or too long with too much details. Darn it, I'm bipolar even in my writing… XD. Anyway, I hope I'll see you in the next review, since you said you'll be there when I update! So, yea… I updated. Now where are you? (looks around through a pair of binoculars)

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Ichixrenji-smexy love

God you must write the second part soon, my Otaku-ism depends on it.

Kaeru: Lolz. Damn! Gomen for taking so long. Hope I haven't murdered your Otaku-ism! I also hope your Otaku-ism will survive this 'ending', if it's still alive…

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Glossary:

Betsuni- nothing (usually used when speaking of something specific, I think)

Iya- no (slang of 'iie' (also meaning 'no'), used among the younger generation)

Baka- stupid, idiot, fool (noun)

Baka-teme- roughly meaning stupid bastard (since teme doesn't have a literal meaning, just an extremely rude way of saying 'you')

Haseo-chan wa hidoi na hito desu- Haseo-chan is a mean person

Iku zo- let's go, come on.

Mattaku- jeez, man (groan of disapproval)

Jiijii- old man, grandfather

Jaa mata ashita- see you tomorrow

Kirei desu yo- So beautiful/pretty

Shimatta- shit, damn (minor curse)

Sou na- yeah

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Chapter II: Stupid Boy

Haseo was angry. No, not really; angry was an understatement for what he was feeling. No, the more appropriate word was livid.

Yes, Haseo was livid

Abso-fucking-lutely livid

Why, you might ask?

Well, to know, we're going to have to back up a few hours ago, meaning we're going off on a little adventure with this wonderful thing called flashbacks…

//Six Hours Ago\\

Haseo maneuvered himself through the high piles of books scattered throughout the floor of the small room and frowned when he accidentally stepped on one. Backtracking a bit, he tried again to get through the monstrous obstacle without damaging any school property, and he was doing quite well, too, really, until…

"Nani?!"

The shout left his lips in a small, squeaky voice that he would never admit was his when later confronted about it by the librarian outside.

Strong, tanned arms had encircled his waist out of nowhere and pulled him backwards, his back meeting with a hard chest. Without even turning to look, the ebonette knew immediately who it was that had caught him and fought down the smile threatening to overtake his normally impassive face tin favor of glaring.

"Skeith, I'm on duty!" he hissed angrily, craning his neck to look at the silver-haired teen.

The other's face was hidden in his shoulder, but Haseo could almost sense the smirk forming on those dark lips that he'd come to know so well the past three days.

"So?" the flippant reply came, muffled by the ebonette's shirt. "I got bored."

Haseo rolled his eyes. He'd learned quite a while ago that, despite his appearances and curt vocal abilities, Skeith was a very playful creature. In fact, he was downright childish. Haseo had been taken aback when he'd first been dragged halfway across the school by the silver-haired teen, just to pull some silly prank on a supposedly perverted teacher, Ovan-sensei, and had pinched himself several times as if trying to wake himself up from a dream. It had only gotten worse when Skeith continuously giggled like a rabid fan girl when Ovan-sensei obliviously walked around the school with a piece of paper with a surprisingly detailed drawing of Ovan whipping a random school boy and the words 'Punish me, Sensei!', taped to his back.

Of course, after his shock subsided, Haseo couldn't stop laughing either. He'd never had Ovan as a teacher, but the ebonette had caught the sea blue-haired man staring at him in the halls several times, which successfully creeped the teen out and gave him enough reason to not like the man. So seeing the joke on him had made Haseo's day.

Well, almost made his day. Skeith roughly humping him in the boys' bathroom during second break did more for him than any prank, honestly. But that's beside the point.

The point was… Skeith had started to kiss the side of his neck and Haseo found it hard to concentrate on what the silver-haired teen was saying between bites and nibbles. Urgh… Damn, talented tongue was licking now, too…

"Haseo… -bite-… -chan… -kiss-… Are you… -lick-… listening… -nibble-…?"

There was obvious amusement in the deep voice and Haseo growled lowly as he squirmed in the other's embrace. Bastard; he was doing it on purpose.

"Haah… Ah… W-what… Ah! … Are you… talking about?" he panted, leaning forward and away from the hot mouth on his neck.

Skeith smirked again, but his relentless attack on Haseo's bare skin didn't stop. In fact, he started to move down Haseo's neck, one hand moving from around Haseo's waist to pull the annoying school shirt's collar to the side and continue showering hickeys on the ebonette's now-exposed shoulder.

"I said… -kiss-… That I'm… -bite-… going to… -another bite-… the mall… -nibble-… after school…-lick-… Do you want…-bite-… to come…-lick-…?"

Haseo was whimpering with need by now and even though he knew Skeith was absolutely enjoying the power he had over the ebonette, he couldn't help it when his back arched in pleasure and a moan was torn from his throat and his hands were grabbing at Skeith's hand around his waist in a blind search for release.

Skeith stopped his ministrations and grabbed Haseo's chin gently with his free hand, turning the ebonette's flushed face to the side to crash their lips together in a brutal lip lock that left Haseo's lips bruised and puffy.

This was another thing Haseo had found out about Skeith; he liked to be rough. It wasn't like the guy was a sadist (okay, fine, the guy did seem to enjoy beating people up more than was healthy, but Haseo could understand the thrill of having power over someone), no, but he enjoyed pain, and inflicting it. Haseo was apprehensive at first, but Skeith didn't push him or anything and they both soon found a common ground; apparently, Haseo was a closet masochist. And if finding that out wasn't embarrassing enough, he'd grudgingly allowed Skeith to tie him up and…

Well, you get the picture. Needless to say, they were boys, no, men, and though it was an odd way of showing their feelings, they enjoyed power, and inflicting pain (or enduring it, in Haseo's case) was an intoxicating display of it. They never drew blood, though, heavens no. Haseo had limits, and Skeith respected them. And though the ebonette sometimes thought that the other teen wanted to experiment further and felt guilty about being unable to bring himself to allow his boyfriend to do so, Skeith had often assured him that what Haseo wanted, so did Skeith. Unless it came to being seme, of course.

Yes, if Haseo had limits about pain, then Skeith had limits about losing his title of being the dominant one in their relationship.

Haseo often suspected it had something to do with his ego, but who could blame him, right? A man's a man, queer or not. Men have pride that just wouldn't budge.

Speaking of things that wouldn't budge…

Haseo moaned when the hand around his waist moved lower, and lower until it rested just above the bulge in his school pants, and the ebonette whimpered when it moved no lower.

"Beg for it."

The order was whispered softly into his ear, in a deep, hoarse voice filled with sex appeal and Haseo almost came in his pants just from all the heat. But then the words sunk into him and Haseo groaned once before jerking his hips up to meet with the hovering hand, his mouth open and panting.

Skeith also happened to like torturing him and making him beg. Fucking, sadistic bastard.

He may not hurt Haseo physically but fuck if the ebonette's pride wasn't torn into pieces by now.

Regardless, the ebony-haired teen found it hard to resist when his cock was aching and screaming for attention.

"S-Skeith-- ngh!-- plea-- Aah!-- please!" he whimpered, back arching ever more and hips jerking sharply.

Skeith at last felt pity for him and moved both hands to swiftly unbuckle Haseo's belt, unzipping the black pants just as fast. After what seemed like seconds (but an eternity for Haseo, especially when the silver-haired teen's hands kept brushing against his arousal teasingly), Haseo's pants were pulled down and left to dangle around his firm, slim thighs; he'd stop wearing boxers after the second time they'd 'met' each other at school (this time, it was in third floor Chem lab).

Skeith, meanwhile, closed his hands tightly around Haseo's pulsing manhood and almost immediately began to stroke it roughly, occasionally palming the head of the ebonette's weeping cock to gather pre-come to be used as lube. Haseo was getting closer and closer to the edge as the strokes became more and more harsh and tight and he gasped as his stomach started to tighten.

Without much warning, the ebonette came in Skeith's hands, scream of pleasure muffled by his own hand, which he'd been biting the back of to keep his voice down.

He panted and collapsed against Skeith, exhausted. The silver-haired teen dropped to the floor gently, and they both sat on the ground, Haseo on Skeith's lap, arms over his head and wrapped around Skeith's neck lovingly. Skeith kissed the back of his unbitten hand in return while wiping Haseo's semen on the pages of an open book nearby. Normally, Haseo, being a librarian, would be appalled at this and would slap his hands away. But right then, the ebonette was too tired to argue and just closed his eyes blearily.

Sighing, he snuggled deeper against Skeith and he felt the rumble of the other teen's chest as said teen chuckled softly. Haseo felt his cheeks light up in a blush, but he didn't bother to try to hide it; he was sure Skeith had seen him blush in the five days they'd known each other more than Shino had in the five years of knowing her.

"So, then, Haseo-chan; what's your answer?"

Haseo's blush deepened at the added honorific to his name, but chose to just ignore it. "Answer to what?" he asked instead, raising his head to look into crimson orbs.

Skeith sighed in mock exaggeration. "And here you tell me I don't listen," he sighed dramatically.

Haseo smacked him lightly in the side of his head and glared. Skeith chuckled again. "After school. I said I'm going to the mall. Care to join me?"

Haseo's nose scrunched up cutely as he thought about it then he scowled and sighed. "I can't," he admitted grudgingly. "I have to go see Yata-sensei for a task."

Skeith nodded slowly as his hands made small, odd motions on Haseo's bare stomach, exposed when his shirt had ridden up after leaning back into Skeith.

"Okay then," said the silver-haired teen absently.

Haseo frowned and held Skeith's face with each hand, head still tilted up. "Hey…," he said softly, and Skeith raised a brow in question. "I can just skip it if you want," said the ebonette quietly.

Skeith shook his head and offered a small smile. "It's fine," he said shortly. "You don't have to. Your club pays you, anyway, right?"

Haseo sighed internally; he really couldn't tell if Skeith was meaning what he was saying or he just didn't want the ebonette to feel guilty. Honestly, that was the only thing Haseo could never figure out about the silver-haired teen. Skeith hid his emotions well, and when he wanted to, Haseo knew the teen was capable of using others' emotions to manipulate people. He'd seen Skeith do it, once or twice around the school. Haseo himself rather enjoyed observing people and finding out their weaknesses, but he was just that. An observer, whereas Skeith was a predator.

He didn't just observe. He watched, he stalked, and he would pounce when he learned enough. And in the end, he'd always catch his prey. Haseo found it alarming, yet somehow endearing, to find that to him, Skeith was a like a prowling lion; stalking its prey and capturing it in one smooth attack that required no more than one try. It sent shivers down his spine wondering whether he himself had been one of those preys.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of second break, and Haseo cursed before scrambling off of Skeith, stumbling when his pants made it impossible to move much. Skeith swiftly caught him before he fell and Haseo kissed him briefly on the cheek in thanks before pulling his pants up quickly and buckling the belt. Skeith, meanwhile, watched him in mild amusement, and while Haseo really wanted to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face, he was too busy trying to find what he'd been in there for in the first place.

After stumbling about in the piles of books, mumbling about 'stupid, idiotic, selfish boyfriends', and toppling over several of those piles in the process, he finally found the big, black ring folder, lying on the ground in front of him the whole time (a fact which Skeith would constantly tease him about in future), that the head librarian had wanted.

By the time the two left the storage room, Haseo was flushed in the face, partly from embarrassment, partly from anger. The librarian had given them both a suspicious look, to which Skeith merely smirked secretively, before waving Haseo off, and the ebonette gratefully left the library, silver-haired teen in tow.

Sadly, their paths were separated in the hall (Skeith having to go to the other side of the school for his classes, and Haseo having to go to the third floor for his own), and with a brief kiss on the lips (tactfully hidden from bystanders), Haseo climbed up the stairs while Skeith casually strolled down the hall at a leisurely pace.

The ebonette soon arrived in his class (Add. Math, bane of his existence, even though he was considerably good at it), and entered quietly, taking his normal seat next to Atoli at the front of the class (hell if he knew why the girl was there; she probably couldn't even add three to four). The blonde was excitedly conversing with another girl sitting behind them, a pretty redhead with a cowlick that stubbornly refused stay down.

When Haseo sat, he noted out of the corner of his eyes that the redhead blushed slightly when she saw him approaching, and the ebonette sighed internally; another fan girl. He was going to have to tell Atoli to stop telling people that she knew him and that he had 'a kind heart underneath all that grouchy exterior'. Fuck, she might as well have painted him in pink and paraded him in the halls.

The redhead, meanwhile, looked about to talk to him, and Haseo thanked god (something he rarely did) when their teacher, Sakaki-sensei (a self-righteous bastard, in Haseo's humble opinion) chose to walk in at that exact second and promptly told them to get back to their seats and start taking notes. Atoli did so with enthusiasm that rivaled even a three-year-old on a sugar rush, while Haseo brought out his books from under his desk as slowly as was humanly possible. Needless to say, Sakaki-sensei was constantly occupied with giving him glares throughout the whole lesson.

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When second break finally came, Haseo quickly left Atoli and Matsu who had the same class as he did after Add. Math and Art (honestly, what was with them having the same classes, anyway??), and made his way up to the school roof top, taking three steps at a time in his impatience.

By the time he reached the last step, he was panting and gasping for breath, but he continued on and leaned back against the far ledge, sliding to the ground.

Skeith was nowhere to be seen, but the ebonette was not alarmed; the silver-haired teen was all the way over on the other side of the large building that made up the school. It would take time, of course.

Apparently, time was relative, and Haseo unwittingly dozed off, head lolling to the side and mouth slightly parted. Unlike the last time he'd fallen asleep at school, Haseo didn't dream about Skeith now. In fact, he hardly dreamt at all.

After what seemed like seconds later, Haseo awoke to the warmth of another being holding him close. Blinking, he yawned and leaned his head on Skeith's shoulder, turning to the side a little so he could bury his face into the silver-haired teen's shirt.

"Haseo-chan is sleepy?" inquired Skeith teasingly, his hands running up and down the ebonette's side comfortingly.

"Hn," was Haseo's only reply, but his eyes were wide open and he stared down at Skeith's shirt, his maroon orbs glazed as though lost in thought.

"Something's bothering you."

It was statement more than a question, but Haseo knew he was expected to reply. True, he was wondering about something, and that something involved the silver-haired teen. But as much as the ebonette had given in to the Skeith, he wasn't so sure he was about to give in to this particular dilemma.

"Betsuni," he murmured softly, clutching at Skeith's shirt tightly. He looked up and smiled softly at the crimson-eyed teen reassuringly. "It's just normal stuff."

Skeith didn't seem convinced. "Are you sure? It's not those trash again, is it?"

Haseo laughed out loud at that. 'Those trash', as Skeith so eloquently labeled Sakai and Hori, hadn't even so much as glanced at Haseo after what had happened. They'd even avoided the ebonette in the halls. It was amusing for the ebonette, though he was slightly indignant that it took Skeith to get it into their heads that Haseo was not someone to be trifled with.

"Iya, baka-teme!" chuckled the ebonette, and Skeith smirked slightly at the nickname. "Besides, I can take care of myself, thanks."

"Oh really?" Skeith raised a teasing brow. "Didn't seem like it to me."

Haseo glared at him playfully and pinched his side, eliciting an embarrassing yelp of pain from the other teen.

"That was just a bad day," protested Haseo, not at all looking sympathetic at Skeith's puppy-kicked-in-the-stomach look. "And anyway, it was partly your fault!"

Blushing slightly, Haseo remembered the dream he'd had about Skeith that day and knew that his accusation rang true. If he hadn't had that dream, he wouldn't have had to run all the way up to the roof to avoid Silabus.

"How was it my fault?" mumbled Skeith pathetically once he realized that his boyfriend wasn't looking at all sorry at him.

Haseo ignored him and moved away from the silver-haired teen's embrace, crossing his arms and huffing as he leaned against the ledge again.

"Haseo-chaaan…," whined Skeith upon seeing his cuddle-bunny un-cuddling away from him. "Come back…," he pleaded, leaning towards Haseo.

The ebonette scoffed and scuttled further away, causing Skeith to fall over on his face. Haseo laughed at the silver-haired teen, stopping only when Skeith mumbled something. His words were muffled by the floor and Haseo leaned down with one ear towards him.

"Nani?" he asked.

Just then, strong arms wrapped around him and Haseo yelped when he was pulled down onto Skeith's lap. The silver-haired teen glared down at the ebonette darkly and Haseo gulped.

"Haseo-chan wa hidoi na hito desu," accused the silver-haired teen quietly, and it was all Haseo could do not to sweatdrop.

Just then, Skeith leaned down and crushed their lips together and anything the ebonette wanted to say was skillfully taken away from his tongue as another tongue poked through his closed lips. Haseo allowed the appendage passage and moaned slightly into the kiss as Skeith once again ravished his mouth.

When they pulled away, Haseo was panting lightly, his cheeks stained from the heat building up in his body. Skeith was in the same position, though his lips were quirked up in a smirk.

"Baka-teme," muttered Haseo quietly, looking away and serving only to widen the silver-haired teen's smirk.

Unfortunately for them, the bell chose that exact moment to ring, and Haseo groaned inwardly as he stood up, dragging Skeith up with him.

"Iku zo, baka-teme," he said, and Skeith willingly allowed himself to be dragged down the steps. Haseo could just feel that smirk of his.

When they reached the last step that led to the second floor hall, Skeith pulled him back and Haseo raised a brow questioningly as he looked back. The silver-haired teen pecked him lightly on the cheek and smirked.

"Am I giving you a ride today?" inquired the teen.

Haseo nodded his head before stopping half-way and shaking it, sighing.

"I don't think so," he mumbled, scrunching his brows together in thought. "It'll take a while to wait for Yata-sensei. You should go on ahead."

Skeith didn't move. "Are you sure? I can wait, you know."

Haseo smirked and kissed him on the lips before walking off. "Yea, you can. But I can take the bus, you know."

Before the silver-haired teen could retort or protest, Haseo disappeared among the crowds of students beyond the closed staircase door, chuckling perhaps a tad evilly.

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Haseo grumbled to himself as he waited for Yata-sensei to come out of the staffroom, leaning against the wall next to the double doors casually. His book bag was on the ground next to him and Haseo sighed before kicking it a little sullenly. He didn't want to be here. Even though Skeith's concern for his safety seemed to border on obsessive, and made the ebonette feel absolutely helpless (something he downright hated), Haseo also couldn't help but feel touched and he honestly preferred riding Skeith's monstrosity (god, that gave his mind images… stupid hormones…) to spending after school time with Yata.

And waiting for the bald man wasn't something Haseo enjoyed any much better. It made him ponder in his thoughts and at the moment, his thoughts weren't very pleasant. Well, not really, but it made him worry, slightly.

It was the dance. Yes, Haseo was worried about the dance. No, not because he didn't have a date. It was because the only person he would go with hadn't even brought it up, let alone asked him to go with.

And in case you haven't noticed, the ebonette was thinking about Skeith. Haseo had known the silver-haired teen for less than five days, and was more comfortable with him than he had ever been with anyone else. Yet, despite this, and several declarations of love on both of their parts, Haseo couldn't help but wonder; they were teenagers, so how much did hollow words of love mean when spoken between them during sex?

The ebonette wasn't stupid. He knew they were young, and hormonal; sex didn't mean anything other than just that. He was afraid, though, to hear those words coming from Skeith himself. Haseo didn't know about the other teen, but he was sure as hell knew that he'd always meant it when he said he loved the silver-haired teen, even though it was against his better judgment.

He didn't want to get hurt, if Skeith really did just want a good fuck from him, but he couldn't help himself. Skeith made him feel safe. He'd never had to talk when he didn't want to with the other teen (hell, Skeith himself rarely talked, other than to say what he deemed necessary), and he had never reached an understanding with anyone as he had with Skeith before.

Skeith meant a lot more to him than he'd liked to admit, and Haseo was bothered that Skeith might just not feel the same way. But then, the ebonette also knew that Skeith rarely did anything without meaning it. Or at least, he never did when Haseo observed him. Skeith wasn't someone to waste time and breath on things that weren't important to him, a trait Haseo himself possessed, though lacked the courage to act out when it came to keeping his friends close.

Haseo shook his head and groaned inwardly; not only was he straying from the very topic he'd been angst-ing about, he'd made things seem more complicated than they actually were. Simply put, the ebonette was worried that Skeith didn't love him as he always claimed and had therefore not asked Haseo to the dance on Saturday.

God, I sound like a bitchy girl!

Well, you are his bitch, mused a voice in his head and Haseo blushed darkly before growling and hissing back, I am not

Haseo heard a snort form the voice. Of course you are, baka. You like taking him up the arse, don't you?

The ebonette blushed darker at this. That doesn't make me his bitch! he thought back angrily. And who are you calling a baka?! I'm you, you stupid, disembodied voice in my mind!

Haseo could practically see another set of maroon eyes rolling. Riiiight. That's why you're arguing with me, hmmm?

Haseo twitched. What the fuck--? This is messed up, dammit.

You could say that again, agreed the 'disembodied voice in Haseo's mind', and Haseo slumped forward, sweatdropping.

"Misaki-kun. What a surprise to see you here."

Haseo straightened with a jolt at the unfamiliar voice and he looked up to see cerulean eyes looking down at him behind small, blue-tinted round glasses, an unknown emotion playing in them. Haseo suppressed the shiver that threatened to run down his spine and placed his usual stoic mask on his face to conceal his apprehensive reaction to the other man's presence.

"I'm waiting for Yata-sensei," he ground out, after his lost mind finally caught up with his bodily functions.

Ovan smiled that creepy smile of his and leaned down a little, causing Haseo to lean back. The ebonette cursed silently when his back hit the wall behind him, but kept the impassive expression on his face in place.

"Ah, so I've heard," said the blue-haired man, smile still in place. The odd emotion in his eyes was still there, and Haseo suddenly wished Skeith was there with him. He did not like the way the older man was looking at him. At all

Thankfully, Ovan straightened again, and Haseo let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief.

"Well then, I'll be going now," stated the blue-haired man, his smile quirking to look more like a smirk. "Perhaps I'll be seeing you on Saturday, Misaki-kun? Have a good evening, now. And do look out for shadowed areas. They are rather dangerous and… unexpected."

Haseo frowned as he watched Ovan stroll casually down the hall. What the hell was that about? 'Shadowed areas'? The fuck was that man smoking?

"Misaki-kun; your task."

Haseo turned and found a brown paper bag filling his view. Taking it carefully, he looked up at Yata. The bald man handed him a small white envelope and Haseo grabbed that with his free hand.

"Be sure to finish it, Misaki-kun," said Yata before turning and disappearing back into the staff room and Haseo grunted before picking up his bag, sling it over one shoulder and proceeding to walk down the hall.

The bag in his hand wasn't at all heavy, really. So Haseo assumed it wasn't anything dangerous (at least, not like the time when he'd been 'requested' to target practice, with several sharp objects, with two fat and skinny blubbering idiots he didn't even bother to remember the names of by a scary senior who went by her last name, Bordeaux, and eventually ended up with several holes in his school shirt) and sighed in relief at that. The envelope in his other hand was begging for him to open it but Haseo didn't want to be bothered with thinking of the task until he got home.

Passing a classroom somewhere near the entrance of the school, Haseo paused when he heard Skeith's familiar voice drifting from it. Maybe the teme decided to stay anyway, despite Haseo's insistence?

Hah. You like that don't you?

Shut up, Haseo snapped at the voice in his mind, but he went over to the door anyway. A few stray students still hanging around bumped by him and Haseo glared in their direction before grabbing the handle of the door. Just as he was about to push it down and open the door, another voice reached his ears and he froze, eyes widening.

The second voice was soft, tender; a girl's. Curiosity (and perhaps a tad bit of jealousy), made Haseo go against his instinct to just tear the door open and instead, he pulled it back slowly and quietly, alerting neither of the occupants of the room.

What the ebonette saw made him loosen his grip on the door handle and as his confusion, hurt, and anger grew, he eventually released it altogether.

In the middle of the room, stood a short girl with short pale blond hair and longer bangs that fell limply around a sinfully-innocent face with soft pale cheeks and large crimson eyes. In front of the girl, with his back to the ebonette, stood Skeith, holding the girl's hand in his own and patting it softly as the girl blushed and stuttered.

"Anou… So… Will you pick me up, or will I be going o-over to y-your house, Skeith-kun?" asked the girl quietly, her free hand playing with the hem of her shirt. "The s-school is closer to your place, and I-I don't want to ruin my costume f-for the dance…"

Haseo, through the haze of his mixed and overwhelmingly strong emotions, didn't even realize the girl was a he, as was evident of the boys' uniform the kid wore. On the other hand, though, the ebonette probably wouldn't have cared anyway. All that he knew right then was that Skeith, his Skeith, was in an empty classroomafter school hours, talking to a kid about the dance

It was all he could do not to break into tears there and then.

//End Flashback, Present Time\\

Haseo was now in the middle of his room, at his empty apartment, pacing like an agitated panther. After the shock of seeing Skeith with the Kid, and after convincing himself that he wasn't going to cry, anger had begun to set in and this was how we found him; in his room, pacing like a panther, and abso-fucking-lutely livid.

And if you didn't get the use of the flashback, then let me just say; he was livid because how dare the motherfucker play around with him?! Haseo did not get used by people for a good fuck, and he most certainly did not feel horribly pained and hurt and betrayed and pained and hurt and--

Right, getting a bit overboard, there. Haseo shook his head and stopped pacing, glaring at the floor as the unfamiliar sting of tears welling in his eyes struck his senses. Furiously, he wiped at his eyes; he was not going to cry.

Unfortunately, TEBUA (the Evil Being Up Above) liked watching him stripped of his dignity, and Haseo eventually fell onto the floor against his bed and promptly broke down in tears.

He'd known. God, he'd known it was just something teenagers did all the time. He'd known Skeith couldn't possibly have been serious no matter how many times either of them said 'I love you'. So why did it hurt so much…?

It was several hours later before Haseo finally stopped the sobs that crept out of his lips and by that time, the ebonette was hiccoughing from the aftermath of crying so hard for so long. Rage reared its ugly head again and this time, Haseo was in enough control not to break down. As per usual of a guy, this was the cue for the ebonette to make Skeith pay for… For what? Fucking him? Using him? Making him think they actually had more than fuck-sessions going on between them? Haseo couldn't decide which made him angrier, couldn't care. He just wanted the silver-haired teen to hurt like he was hurting then, seeing the Bastard with another girl (a kid, no less!).

The ebonette decided that planning the demise of the Bastard could wait when he noticed the brown paper bag Yata had given him; he couldn't deny he was curious about what the task was. And so, forgetting momentarily about his schemes to bring down the Bastard and his lividity (Kaeru: this isn't an actual word… I just thought it sounds nice… XD), Haseo half-crawled, half-walked over to his bed (where he'd dumped everything he'd brought home from school) on his knees and picked up the brown thing.

Opening it, the first thing Haseo saw when he turned the thing upside down was lace.

White, frilly, soft-yet-itchy-on-certain-parts-of-your-body lace.

Picking up the lace, the ebonette found black velvet underneath it, and as he pushed it all aside, Haseo found a high collar and a pair of elbow-length black velvet gloves. Confused, Haseo could only stare at it all before he grabbed the collar and pulled the whole thing up, standing up to see the pile of cloths (Kaeru: yes, cloths as in fabric, not clothes, since he doesn't know it's a dress yet, so it's not a spelling error. Ok, ok, shutting up now…) fall out under the collar he held.

Maroon eyes bulged out when Haseo saw the heavy black velvet dress and the tight corset laced closed at the front by a strip of white ribbon connected to the collar Haseo was now gripping tightly.

No… Fucking… Way…

His first thought was that the dress was actually nice, considering he was a guy and considering it was a dress (Kaeru: Lolz… I personally hate dresses, by the way…). His second thought was, 'What the fuck did I just think?!', which was quickly followed a flitting moment of psychological self-mutilation with a scary and weirdly familiar scythe his mind self had gotten a hold of.

In the middle of cutting his mind (what was left of it) into several million pieces due to the sudden doubt of his masculinity, Haseo suddenly remembered where the dress came from and instead of cursing himself, he suddenly slumped forward, eyes beady and glaring at nothing in particular as a dark rain cloud appeared on his head and started to storm.

Stupid… Fucked up…Old… Bald guy…

A shrill ringing abruptly echoed within the apartment, and Haseo jumped, startled out of his rain-cloud-of-doom pose. Frowning, and wondering who the hell it was, the ebonette waited for the ringing to stop and for the machine to take a message; he never answered. He couldn't be bothered.

Besides, Haseo and electrical appliances… They just didn't mix.

Which was why he rarely used anything electric-charged and when he did, he did so with caution. And by caution, I mean with rubber gloves and an anti-radioactive face mask. He was paranoid, so sue him. You'd be paranoid, too, if you kept getting recurring dreams of crazy, stitched-up computerized zombies that were trying to eat and/or kill you (1).

A click sounded and Haseo tilted his head to the side, towards his door, which led to the living room, which was where the phone was, and listened.

-beep- 'Hello? Haseo-chan…? You there?'

Haseo visibly stiffened at the familiar voice and silently cursed himself for ever giving Skeith his house number. The voice on the phone was blissfully unaware of Haseo's inner turmoil and continued on, tone a bit too cheerful for the ebonette's liking.

'Well, anyway, call me back when you're there, okay? I stopped by the staff room and Yata-sensei –you know, he's pretty weird, especially with that shiny bald head of his…- said that you went off early. You could've waited for me to give you a ride, baka. I had to stay back a while for something. Well… I guess that's it. I hate phones, but call me back, okay?' –beep-

Haseo raised a brow. Hn. That was interesting… Skeith was probably afraid of electrical appliances, too…

Eyes widening slightly, Haseo shook the stupid thought out of his head and glared at the doorway, using 'telekinesis' to blow up the phone in the living room. In his mind, he could just see the evil little thing screaming out in agony as a chibi-Haseo tore it wire from wire slowly and cackling evilly.

Without him noticing, the ebonette let out a low, dark chuckle, his eyes hidden behind his bangs eerily. The whole thing would've been a perfect scene for a murder, had the phone not suddenly ring again and cause Haseo to jump in surprise, ruining the effect.

Grumbling, the ebonette slammed his door shut and ignored the still-ringing phone, intent on ignoring it and whoever it was calling him. Perhaps it was Skeith again? He might've forgotten to say something else…

Tch. Fuck him.

Haseo sat on the blue-carpeted floor of his room and stubbornly avoided looking at his bedroom door, focusing instead on the dress he was, surprisingly, still holding in his hands. Crinkling his brow, the ebonette peered at the thing skeptically, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do with it, and hoping furiously that it wasn't for what he thought it was.

After a moment of pondering, and most certainly not straining his ears to hear who had called and what was being said to the answering machine, Haseo stretched and grabbed the white envelope Yata had given him with the bag and tore it open gracelessly. Pausing a moment to take a deep breath for preparation of what he might find, and certainly not to stall so he could strain his ears some more to still try to hear what was still being said outside and down the hall, Haseo unfolded the piece of clean white paper and read what it said.

Haseo,

I apologize for not informing you earlier, but I have been asked by the student requesting this to withhold this information until the last possible moment.

A freshman, whose identity I shall not divulge upon his request, has asked that you be his escort for the dance this Saturday. His request also includes that you wear the costume you will find within the brown bag I gave you, provided by the client himself. Since you do not know of his identity, you shall be able to discern him by his black cloak and mask that he shall be wearing. He asks that you await him outside the entrance to the gymnasium, where he shall be waiting. The time of the rendezvous is 7:30 pm, sharp. I implore you to not be late.

Yata

Haseo, this is an important task. Please try to look your best, and if you need any help, Shino has already finished her tasks, and will be free to assist.Do not do anything to jeopardize this task.

By the time Haseo had finished reading the letter, he was no longer able to snort derisively, due to lack of snot left in his nose. Honestly; the man was fucked up. How many times did the ebonette have to say that until someone fired him?!

Sighing exasperatedly, Haseo stared at the dress, which he'd dumped onto the floor in front of him, forlornly. He did think the thing was nice (he was man enough to admit it, at least), but he wasn't about to wear it and be some date for someone who was probably just as fucked up as Yata. The whole thing was just too ridiculous to not be an elaborate plan, with the great Yata-sama as the mastermind behind it all.

Or maybe Haseo was just paranoid. Again.

Tch. He really needed Tylenol or something. His head was starting to ache.

Sighing again, this time a little tiredly, Haseo stood and made his way to his closed door. Slowly, he pulled it open and stepped out into the hall, moving lethargically towards the end of the darkened lane flanked by cement.

Damn. Forgot the lights.

Haseo didn't bother to move his hands along the walls on either side of him to fumble for the light switch (he was sure it was in on the electronic appliances' plan to take over the world, anyway) and instead stumbled in the dark until he reached the bathroom door at the end of the hallway. Grumbling about a sore foot, the ebonette pushed open the door and walked in, turning on the light this time (though he glanced suspiciously up at the light bulb). He immediately turned to the sink to his right and leaned heavily against the white stone.

He rummaged through the cabinet above the sink and smirked triumphantly when he found the small bottle of miracle pills (Kaeru: No, not drugs!!). He shook two capsules out onto his palm and placed the bottle back in its place, grabbing a glass on the sink and filling it up with water from the tap.

Walking out from the bathroom, careful to remember to turn off the light, he quickly popped in the capsules and gulped the water down greedily. He had stopped in the middle of the doorway that led to the living room when he'd drank the water, and he almost choked on said water when the phone rang shrilly again.

Patting at the wet stain on his school shirt (he still hadn't changed yet) made by some spilled water from the glass he'd been drinking from, Haseo glared over the couch with its back to him and at the phone on the coffee table.

I swear, if it's that bloody prick again…

-beep- Haseo-chan? Where are you? I've waited and you still haven't called back. Are you feeling sick? Should I come over? Please, Haseo-chan, you're worrying me. Just answer, at least. –sigh- Anyway, I called about the dance--

Haseo breathed heavily from where he now stood next to the wall beside the couch. In his hand was the phone cord, pulled out viciously the second the d-word was mentioned. Haseo had been pondering whether or not to pull out the cord from the very beginning of Skeith's rant, and when the silver-haired teen had the gall to actually say the d-word, pondering was but a mere memory as action took its place in the spotlight.

Haseo angrily threw the cord onto the floor and stalked out of the living room, quickly entering his own room and slamming the door shut again. He slumped in his desk chair and glared at the computer that sat on his desk innocently. Normally, he'd wear gloves, but normally, he wasn't so pissed at someone. So he booted up his PC and fumed silently as he waited. The nerve of the bastard, really…

A beeping noise from the computer made Haseo snap his maroon orbs over to the screen.

--HolyCleric is signed in--

--HolyCleric has sent an instant message--

Haseo thought about ignoring her for a moment, when his anger fueled his need for revenge and Haseo remembered what Yata had written in the letter.

…Shino has finished her tasks, and will be free to assist…

A plan was already forming in his mind at how to get back at Skeith and the ebonette almost laughed out loud in glee.

Smirking, he quickly typed a reply.

--Conversation window between HolyCleric and TerrorOfDeath:--

HolyCleric: Haseo-kun, I know you're there! Don't ignore me!

TerrorOfDeath: Mattaku, calm down… I'm here already. What's got your panties in a twist?

HolyCleric: Haseo-kun… Such a mouth. What has Kuhn been doing to you?

TerrorOfDeath: ¬,¬ What's THAT supposed to mean…?

HolyCleric: O : ) Betsuni, Haseo-kun.

TerrorOfDeath: Hn… Whatever. Anyway, Shino, I need your help.

HolyCleric: Oh? What is it?

TerrorOfDeath: It's about the task Yata-jiijii gave me. I need a… ah… feminine touch…

HolyCleric: XD What was that? Did I read that right?

TerrorOfDeath: Tch. Are you gonna help or not?!

HolyCleric: Lol. Of course. You'll need to elaborate, though. A woman can only do so much without knowing WHAT she's doing.

TerrorOfDeath: Yea, yea. Just come here tomorrow morning and I'll explain.

--TsukiNoHana has just signed in--

--HolyCleric has invited TsukiNoHana to the conversation--

TerrorOfDeath: SHINO!! I ASKED ONLY YOU! DON'T INVOLVE ATOLI, GOT IT?!

HolyCleric: Haseo-kun, that's not nice. Besides, Ato-chan is free, too. And she probably has more feminity (Kaeru: Also not a word… XD) in her index finger than I do in my whole body.

TsukiNoHana: (/blush/). Oh, Shino-senpai is exaggerating. O.o But what's this about?

HolyCleric: Heehee. Haseo-kun needs help with Yata-sensei's task. And he needs a woman's touch.

TsukiNoHana: Ooohhh… Haseo-kun, I'd be more than happy to help!

TerrorOfDeath: I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!! IT'S BAD ENOUGH THAT SHINO'S GOING TO KNOW ABOUT IT!

HolyCleric: Haseo-kun! Be nicer. And stop typing in caps lock; it's a sore sight.

TerrorOfDeath: I CAN'T HELP IT. MY CAPS LOCK BUTTON IS STUCK.

HolyCleric: (/sigh/). Baka.

TerrorOfDeath: WHAT'S THAT?!

TsukiNoHana: (/giggle/). Haseo-kun doesn't have to be embarrassed in front of me. We're like siblings! And if your caps is stuck, poke your control button and then press space bar. It works (Kaeru: this isn't necessarily true; I tried that once when the caps lock button on my keyboard was pushed in too hard but when my friend tried it, all that got her was a bigger problem, 'cos the control button got stuck, too XD).

TerrorOfDeath: Hey, you're right. O.o How'd you know to do that?

TsukiNoHana: (/blush/). My brother used to help me a lot with stuff when he wasn't in university. I got stuck with caps lock, too. I remember everything my brother taught me.

HolyCleric: See, Haseo-kun? Ato-chan is very smart, and she remembers a lot of things when she wants to. I bet you know all the best make up and hairstyles, ne, Ato-chan?

TsukiNoHana: (/blush/). Well, not the best, but I know a fair amount of popular ones, I guess.

TerrorOfDeath: (/groan/). Mattaku… Fine, then! Atoli can come over tomorrow, too, and I'll tell you guys what I need.

HolyCleric: Heehee. Okay then. You can come, ne, Ato-chan?

TsukiNoHana: Sure. I'd be glad to help Haseo-kun .

TerrorOfDeath: Hn. Well, I'll go to bed now, then. See you in the morning.

TsukiNoHana: Hai! Jaa mata ashita, Haseo-kun (/kiss/).

--TsukiNoHana has left the conversation--

--TsukiNoHana signed off--

HolyCleric: Jaa, Haseo-kun.

--HolyCleric has left the conversation--

--HolyCleric has signed off--

With a big yawn, Haseo signed off and shut down his computer, rising from his chair and flopping onto his bed tiredly. For a moment, he smirked into his pillow at the thought of his soon-to-be-carried-out plan before his eyes drooped and he faded into a dreamless sleep.

----++----

Haseo was facing a situation no man had ever had the misfortune to find himself in.

First of all, he had to admit, Shino and Atoli were good Very good. The pale red and bronze eye shadow went well with his eyes and the hint of black eyeliner was a wonderful touch. His face, still as pale as ever, was dusted with skin-color compact powder, his high cheek bones made prominent by the flecks of the red blusher. His lips, which were usually pursed in a thin, stern line, had been attacked by Shino's dark red lipstick and now looked full and pouty (2).

Secondly, he was donning the black and white dress he'd found in the bag. And in the black tight corset, layered velvet skirt, and white laced up elbow-high gloves, the ebonette looked every part a girl. His hair was no longer in its stubborn spiked do, and had instead been forced to lay flat against his head by Shino (who had declared war on his black tresses after ten minutes of failed intervention by Atoli), though they still flared out in sharp points around his neck. His bangs, which had before been high and angular, now limply framed his angular face delicately, giving him an aristocratic look, made more so by his bone structure.

After all the fussing and running about (by Shino and Atoli, who had both emphasized that he should not move around too much, for fear of damaging their 'work') had died down, Haseo had found himself pushed in front of the full-length mirror his mother had insisted he place in his room, and that was when the ebonette realized his predicament.

What was so bad, you might ask?

Well, to put it simply, Haseo personally thought he looked like a hot gothic chick. And he was torn between being pleased with the transformation, and being appalled that he'd just been turned into a drag queen (albeit a hot one).

Atoli, meanwhile, seemed to agree with his first opinion, and squealed loudly in the background.

"Kirei desu yo!!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands in front of her happily.

Haseo spared her a glance before pulling up his heavy skirts and staring dubiously into the mirror before him.

"Ato-chan is right, Haseo-kun," agreed Shino, head poking in from his door. Her eyes were closed in those happy upside down crescents again. "You do look very beautiful. Perhaps more so than she and I."

Haseo grunted at that and watched out of the corners of his eyes as Atoli bent to pick up her pink butterfly wings mask, which matched her pink frilly, spaghetti-strap dress. She was pretty enough in her own blonde way, and Haseo snorted silently at the thought of a nose-bleeding Matsu. Shino, meanwhile, had chosen an ensemble of darker shades; dark blue corset similar to Haseo's, minus the strings laced at the front, puffed-out-at-the-shoulders sleeves with widened hems and thick black skirt with a wide slit at the front, her pale slender legs hidden teasingly behind the layers of white lace underneath. A simple black mask that elongated at the front to cover the bridge of her nose was held firmly in her hands, and an oversized black hat with a large blue ribbon wound around it with a bow to the side laid snugly on her head, exposing bits of her pale pink hair here and there in a neat, pretty way.

Both girls wore little to no make up (though Atoli's lips had taken quite the pink shine to them), and Haseo wondered silently why he should have to wear so much when their own eye shadows were nearly invisible.

"Well, then," began Shino, "shall we go now?"

Haseo's brow rose elegantly. "Now? It's still early," he pointed out, glancing over to the clock on his bedside table. Shino's stare to that made him quickly rethink his priorities. "Or we could go now," he said hastily, picking up his skirt with both hands now and dashing out the door of his bedroom.

Outside in the hall, he let out breath and closed his eyes tiredly. Man, Shino had been giving him those stares all morning and afternoon. And Haseo had a stinking suspicion that it had something to do with Skeith. Or at least, whoever Shino thought had given him his hickeys.

The thought of his boy- ahem, ex-boyfriend, made Haseo growl lowly in his throat, and he suddenly remembered the point of dressing up in drag in the first place.

"Haseo-kun, you forgot something!"

Haseo sighed again and turned, suddenly finding his vision filled with white. Taking a step back, he raised a brow at the lazy bow Atoli held to him. The blonde merely smiled brightly before taking a step forward. In one swift movement, she had wound the ribbon around the ebonette's throat, tying it into a small, neat bow on the side of his neck. Haseo rolled his eyes and tugged at it a little before his hand was slapped away by Atoli.

"And this, Haseo-kun," called Shino, coming out from his room from behind Atoli. In her hands was a simple, black bird-like mask with two white feathers glued just to the side of the right eye-hole. It's front, like Shino's was elongated to cover the bridge of one's nose, though Haseo's mask was made to give the impression of a small beak.

Haseo glared at the thing first before grabbing it roughly. "Let's go, then," he muttered, stomping down the hall. Ignoring Atoli and Shino's protests to be careful not to ruin his dress, he quickly exited his apartment. The girls caught up to him, just as he reached the elevators, and they entered in silence.

----++----

Haseo scrambled out of the front passenger seat of the small red car that had stopped only seconds ago in front of the school foyer, stumbling a little, though he didn't care very much. No, he was too busy freaking out about the fact that Atoli's older brother had hit on him and even dared to touch him!

"Haseo-kun!" called Atoli a bit exasperatedly as she, too, quickly made her way out of the car, after saying a quick thanks to her brother.

Haseo didn't stop to wait for her and Shino and instead stomped indignantly up the few steps that led to the school's entrance. Appalled as he was at being groped and having his thigh act as a squeeze-bag, he was actually quite pleased, after getting past his trauma. Of course he would never admit to that. What guy in their right mind would? Honestly, though. If Atoli's brother was fooled into thinking he was a girl (or at least thought he was hot enough to be gay for), then he was certain his plan would be carried out quite successfully.

Oh yes… His plan would most certainly be wonderfully executed. He would make sure of it…

"Anou… Haseo-kun?"

Haseo was snapped out of his silent gloating and dark reassurance at the tentative call of his name and he glanced back to see Atoli looking at him concernedly while Shino looked as though she was trying hard not to laugh.

"Nani?" said Haseo, raising a brow inquisitively.

Atoli almost sweatdropped. "Betsuni…," she murmured instead before smiling. "Let's go in, ne?"

Haseo grunted before swiftly entering the school, Atoli and Shino close behind. As they made their way towards the gym, Haseo fingered his mask gently before pulling it on, tying its thin white ribbon around his head tightly. It was as odd sensation, walking with a mask on his face, and he was constantly tempted to tear it right off, but he kept it on. A few early-comers greeted them in the hallways, and Haseo did not miss the curious (and perhaps a tad bit lustful) stares he was receiving from practically all of them.

The guys' stares made him slightly uncomfortable (it wasn't that he hadn't gotten them before; they were just never as open), but he felt immense glee at being able to fool so many of them. It was a mildly disturbing, yet amazingly satisfying fact knowing so.

When they reached the doors of the gym, which were open, its wide doorway covered by thick, red velvet curtains, Haseo gracefully turned and stood to the side of it, shrugging when Shino and Atoli looked at him questioningly.

"I'm supposed to wait here, remember?" he said easily.

"Oh," said Atoli, nodding. "Right. But wouldn't you like to come in first?"

Haseo was about to shake his head when Shino interrupted. "Yes, Haseo, wouldn't you come in and look around, at least? It's still six, you know."

Haseo thought about that and sighed before grunting. "Fine."

Haseo didn't know what to expect, but what greeted him when they entered was far from what he ever imagined. The gym, large and wide and high-ceilinged, was darkened, lighted only by a large crystal chandelier hanging high, yet almost dangerously low, from the ceiling, which was nearly invisible in the darkness. The floors had been covered by red carpets, and the walls were covered in grey cobble-stone wallpaper that looked realistic enough. A few torches were screwed into the walls as well, giving the place a gothic glow from the dancing flames, and several fake (at least, Haseo assumed they were fake) chains hung from the torch-holders.

A long, wooden table sat to one side of the gym, covered with a long diamond-shaped white table cloth and several food and beverages and to the end of the gym was a stage. It had a stereo on it, covered by black cloth while a low, steady and haunting tune played from it, and the stage itself had been painted a dreary grey color. A few fake pikes and maces was propped to one side of the stage, leaning against the wall, and Haseo could just about make out the small, dark blotches of what he thought was fake blood on the ends of the scary-looking medieval weapons.

All in all, it was dark and eerie and Haseo was surprised at how good Atoli was at this.

"It's amazing," he murmured, looking around him approvingly.

Atoli blushed modestly. "It took a while to get the chandelier hung, and Silabus hurt himself while we were moving the stage, but luckily, not too badly, so we managed to get things just right in time."

Haseo nodded absently at her words and Shino smiled softly. "Silabus will be arriving soon, along with Yata-sensei, and we shall be having a small discussion before the dance begins. Why don't you have something to drink, Haseo?"

Haseo didn't bother to protest as he was led to the refreshments table and accepted wordlessly the cup Atoli handed to him. The liquid inside it was dark, and a little bloody-looking, but the ebonette drank it anyway. It was surprisingly sweet, and Haseo found himself sipping more and more of it (he felt certain he'd tasted the sweetness before, but when he tried to remember, Skeith's face kept rearing its head in his mind, and though he'd never admit it, he was actually a little reluctant to lose the familiarity the drink was giving him, so he kept drinking) while Atoli talked about how they'd gotten things arranged while Shino excused herself to talk to a friend somewhere a little to the side. After a while, Matsu, who had appeared from somewhere behind the stage, came over to them and stared with wide eyes at Haseo.

Atoli giggled at him while Haseo rolled his eyes and told Atoli that he needed the bathroom. Atoli nodded before talking to Matsu, trying to snap him out off his daze. Haseo snorted silently when Matsu continued staring at him, even as he walked towards the entrance of the gym, and dumped the cup in his hand in a nearby black trash bag. He really did need the bathroom.

When he walked down the hallway and turned the corner at the far end and was faced with the two doors in front of him, though, the teen had to wonder.

Guys' or girls'?

Frowning, Haseo contemplated. If he went to the guys', then he'd probably be stared at by any of the few people in there. If he went to the girls', then he'd have to endure the squealing and talking of the two blondes he'd seen entering ahead of him.

So… Staring, or squealing…?

The ebonette decided that squealing girls were better than having to bother to explain to idiots why he was in a dress and face the risk of getting groped and/or hit on again.

Of course, when the ebonette exited the girls' bathroom minutes later, he immediately regretted his decision. It was one thing to be groped by guys… It was a whole other story to be touched and poked and bombarded with questions by girls who thought he was a girl.

Haseo was running down the hall with his skirts pulled up a little, trying to escape the crazy women on his tail. He could hear them pleading for him to tell them where he'd gotten his eye shadow and lipstick from all the way over the other end of the long (and I mean LONG) hallway.

What the hell is wrong with these girls? he wondered frantically, cursing when he stumbled on one of his underskirts.

He panted as he stopped and glared down at the skirts in his hands before he realized that the girls were fast catching up to him, now that he was still. He quickly dashed away and climbed up the stairs to his right. Hard, considering he'd never done so in a dress before. Yes, very hard. As was evident by the fact that he fell, face first, onto the second landing, tripping over his own two feet.

Groaning, the ebonette stood and winced when he felt pain shoot up from his left ankle. He leaned against the railing of the stairs and flinched as even that action made his sprained ankle throb. He hissed in pain as he tried to move his injured foot. Just then, the girls' shouts sounded again and Haseo growled lowly before moving. Granted, the pain in his foot was almost unbearable, but he really didn't want to know what would happen to him if he was caught by the crazies still downstairs.

It took all he had to drag himself further into the second floor hall and slip past the first door he saw. He quickly shut it and leaned heavily against it, gripping his left thigh through his thick skirts as his ankle continued throbbing mercilessly.

Footsteps echoed from the other side of the door and the ebonette stiffened.

"Where'd she go?" whined one the girls.

"I don't know" squeaked another.

"Argh! Shimatta!!"

"We didn't even get her name!"

"Sou na! Let's go downstairs! Maybe she went down."

"Yeah, you're right."

Haseo let out a breath as the footsteps faded away and leaned his head against the door tiredly. His ankle still hurt and he frowned to himself as he tried to move. His foot immediately protested and he cursed as he leaned back against the door. How the hell was he going to get through the rest of the night like that?

"Misaki-kun, what a surprise."

Haseo instinctively stiffened against the door and he turned slowly, hoping against hope he wasn't hearing who he thought he was hearing.

The familiar half-smirk, half-smile and shocking mop of blue hair crushed his hopes and the ebonette tried to fight down the familiar swell of fear building inside him as he stared warily at the other man. He was now more aware of where he was, and it didn't help to calm his emotions, knowing he was alone, with Ovan, in an empty classroom. Alone.

"What are you doing here?" inquired the blue-haired man, and Haseo could almost see the sincere curiosity in his cerulean eyes.

The ebonette tried to breathe calmly. Perhaps it was just a coincidence that he just happened to enter the one room this particular teacher was sitting in, apparently staring out the window, and doing nothing else? "I was… hiding," said Haseo, raising a mental brow at how ridiculous that sounded, even to himself.

Ovan seemed to agree as he raised a brow of his own. "Hiding…," he repeated, and Haseo, a little annoyed, nodded shortly and didn't explain. Ovan nodded as well, before pushing off the wall he'd been leaning against.

Oh yeah, coincidence. Riiight, thought Haseo dryly, as the man approached him.

The light of the setting sun shone brightly from the window now behind the older man and Haseo watched with growing apprehension as Ovan neared him slowly.

"Your ankle is twisted," said the older man simply, stopping just a few feet away.

Haseo looked surprised. Ovan seemed to notice and gestured at the ebonette. "You look pained when you tried to move, even after those girls were gone. And you're leaning all your weight on your right leg and the door, so I'm assuming it's your left ankle that's giving you trouble."

Haseo watched with narrowed eyes when Ovan moved again, only to stop right in front of the ebonette and hold out a hand. The teen looked down at the proffered hand questioningly and Ovan smiled his half-smirk again.

"Let me help you with that," he said gently.

Haseo contemplated slapping the hand away and leaving the room right then and there, but his foot was still throbbing and really, what had Ovan done to warrant any suspicions from him, right (other than stare at him, of course)? It wasn't as if the man had ever hinted at anything either.

I know I'm going to regret this, thought Haseo darkly before grunting and accepting the hand with his left.

Ovan's smiley smirk widened as he held onto Haseo's elbow with his other hand and firmly led the teen towards one of the desks next to them. The ebonette was surprised by the strength in the other's hold, even though he knew that the man's build didn't exactly give the opposite impression. In fact, Ovan was obviously quite well-built.

The ebonette was lifted from his thoughts, literally, when Ovan held him by the waist and easily placed him on top of the desk right in front of them. Haseo squeaked a little, surprised at having hands around him, and flushed a little when Ovan chuckled. The ebonette glared before turning away in response.

Ovan didn't seem perturbed and moved a hand down the ebonette's side, sending shivers down Haseo's spine, and leg, gently grabbing his left foot and lifting his left leg a little. Haseo almost squeaked again when he felt the hands moving under his skirts and making contact with the skin just above his socks, and glared at Ovan.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, and would've pulled away if it weren't for the fact that that action would inflict more pain on his foot.

Ovan wasn't deterred and instead pulled at the sneakers Haseo wore. "I'm checking how bad your swelling is," he explained simply.

Haseo scowled suspiciously, but didn't think twice. Of course. Stupid. What else would Ovan be doing, right?

Right…?

The ebonette was starting to regret staying already when Ovan's hands moved slowly and gently over his leg. One hand was gripping his shin firmly, keeping his appendage lifted slightly while the other pulled off his sneaker slowly, setting it down on the floor almost soundlessly. His sock followed the footwear shortly after and Haseo gasped quietly as Ovan's warm hands pressed against his cold skin.

It was wrong. So very wrong, having his teacher (though the man didn't have classes with him) touch him like that, even though it was all innocent enough. Haseo was squirming; the hands on his throbbing foot and shin were lingering a second too long to be anything but sensual and despite Ovan's calm exterior, Haseo was certain the man's breathing was starting to become labored.

His own breaths came out in pants soon, when Ovan's hand on his ankle turned his foot a little and brought about another wave of pain.

"Ngh," he groaned, flinching, lifting his hand up to his mouth to bite it in order to keep himself from crying out in pain.

Ovan spared him a glance before bending down to inspect the dark bruising on the side of his foot.

"The swelling's not too bad, Misaki-kun," informed the blue-haired man. "I've seen much worse. It'll probably take a few days to heal, if you keep from using this foot too much, but other than that, it seems fine."

Haseo nodded behind his mouth and sighed in obvious relief when Ovan stopped holding his foot. The ebonette almost jumped right off the desk then to escape the room, and only refrained from doing so when he realized that the other man's hand was still holding his leg up by the shin.

"Ovan-sensei," ground out Haseo, nearly stuttering. He looked up at Ovan warily, and tugged at his captive appendage. "My leg…"

The other man raised a brow at what he said, and Haseo tugged again, but Ovan didn't let go, or even loosen his grip. If anything, he held on tighter. Haseo, a little panicked but showing no signs of it outwardly, scowled and pushed further on the desk, away from the man. He was stopped short when Ovan's grip on his shin tightened to a point where it became painful, and the man began to move closer to him.

His eyes widened ever so slightly as he leaned back, and Ovan in turn leaned forward. Before he knew it, Haseo found himself lying on his back fully on the desk, his right hand pinned next to his head by Ovan's free hand. His own free hand moved instinctively between them, pressing against the other man's descending chest, uselessly pushing.

"Ovan-sensei," he whispered, sounding weaker than he'd intended.

Ovan didn't seem to hear, and moved the hand on Haseo's shin lower to grip warningly at the ebonette's swollen ankle. Haseo winced and cried out in pain, pushing harder at the other's chest while he struggled to get his other hand free.

"Get off me!" he yelled, urge to get away overriding his fear.

Ovan's hand on his ankle tightened and Haseo gasped loudly in pain. The blue-haired man used that to his advantage and closed the distance between them, crashing their lips together in a bruising lip lock. The ebonette blinked in surprise before realizing that Ovan was kissing him and immediately renewed his struggles.

The pain in his foot was far from his mind when Ovan released his other hand ad grabbed at his hip. Haseo tried pushing with both hands as Ovan jerked him upward, rolling their groins together. The ebonette was horrified to feel the other's obvious arousal grazing his own awakening manhood. He didn't know which he was more appalled at; his teacher forcing himself on him or his own body's treacherous willing reaction to the older man's advances.

The hand on his hip moved further down the side of his leg, causing Haseo to shiver involuntarily, and the warmth of calloused fingers graced his right shin, steadily moving higher to rest on his inner thigh. The stark heat against his cold skin made Haseo flinch and gasp into the kiss. Ovan in turn pressed his tongue into the ebonette's open mouth, exploring the boy's wet oral cavity. Haseo jerked backwards a little in surprise, hitting his head against the hard wood beneath him, and whimpered when Ovan pressed harder against him.

The hand under his skirts started to caress his thigh and kneaded at his skin, occasionally grazing against his hardening member teasingly. Haseo unintentionally moaned when Ovan's hand moved too close to his arousal and immediately cursed himself for it when he felt Ovan smirk against his lips. The act reminded the ebonette of Skeith and he suddenly found himself whimpering again, wishing that the silver-haired teen was there. Ovan broke from the kiss and stared down at Haseo, eyes dark with lust. The ebonette shuddered at the hungry expression on the man's face and tried hard not to whimper again.

"G-get off me," he demanded, sounding less firm and threatening than he would've liked.

Ovan merely smirked in reply and released Haseo's throbbing ankle, only to grab at the teen's hair and pull his head back painfully. Haseo let out a gasp of pain and surprise, hands automatically moving up from between them to clutch at the hand entwined in his hair. Ovan latched onto the ebonette's now-exposed neck and bit down hard, eliciting another pained gasp from the teen.

Haseo could feel the sting of tears in his eyes as he closed them shut, trying, but apparently failing judging from the bulge beneath his skirts, to keep himself from reacting to the man's ministrations. It was humiliating, being pinned under Ovan helplessly, his only capability being wishing for the one person who he'd swore to himself never to even think about again, let alone hope would come to him in his time of need.

And now he was most probably going to be raped by the teacher he had always thought was creepy, and… Haseo paused in his rambling thoughts and his eyes snapped open.

He'd already been fucked by Skeith. Which meant he wasn't a virgin anymore. Which might've meant Ovan might just change his mind if he knew… Right? Weren't perverted teachers who raped their pretty boy students only ever did so just to take away their virginity? Before he knew it, Haseo felt himself part his lips.

"Skeith!" he said out loud thoughtlessly, before gasping again as Ovan began to suckle on his abused flesh.

The name made Ovan pause in the middle of groping his inner thigh and nibbling on his neck. The blue-haired man slowly looked up, eyes clearer and sharp.

"What?"

Haseo, eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears, stared back at the man. "Skeith," he repeated. "Skeith is my… boyfriend."

Ovan seemed to freeze, his eyes looking almost comical as they widened in disbelief. "He's what?" whispered the man breathlessly.

Haseo squirmed a little, tugging experimentally at the hand still clutching his hair. "Skeith is my boyfriend," he repeated, wriggling under Ovan. He stopped after finding that he didn't seem to be able to squirm out from under him. "Please get off me, Ovan-sensei," he said instead, tugging at Ovan's hand again.

Ovan didn't make any move to comply with his request, but before Haseo could say anything else, the man abruptly released his hair and disappeared from his field of vision. He also noted that the hand under his skirts was gone and the heavy weight pinning him down was suddenly no longer there and slowly, a bit dazedly, he propped himself up on his elbows.

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets when the sight of a groaning Ovan on the floor of the classroom and a dark, livid-looking Skeith with his fisted hand still stretched outward greeted him. The silver-haired teen, in a formal tux and long, flowing black hooded cloak was glaring darkly down at the blue-haired man on the ground, his blood red eyes promising murder and pain.

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Tbc…

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(1) I just couldn't resist! I needed the AIDA-infected bunch to fit in somehow! XD

(2) Okay, seriously people. I hate makeup! Totally, absolutely abhor it! So, I honestly have no idea what would be good and bad. So, let's just pretend it's good and forget my lack of feminity (despite being a girl T,T), kays?

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Kaeru: Oh… Damn… Looks like it's gonna be a three-shot, after all. XD Oh god darn it, I'm sorry!! I really, really, really am! I wanted to finish it here, but it got too long, and I dunno how to continue to the end, and since you guys have been waiting long enough as it is, I decided to cut it off and make it into a three-shot instead. Kyaa… Please don't kill me… And leave reviews… I like them… Even if I don't really deserve them… T,T… Also, I'm really sorry if this chapter is out of context. I dunno why, but I haven't been able to write sentences that are in context lately. That's the main reason I haven't updated. I seem to be depleted of my 'creativity'. It's such a drag...

Btw, if any of you were wondering, Atoli's screen name, TsukiNoHana, means Moon Flower, or Flower's Moon. Kinda suits her, being in Moon Tree and all, ne?