A/N: Shit Happens

Those onyx eyes locked against his own as he stared out of his door, looking up to meet eye to eye with the slim man, whom Matsushita enjoyed calling 'tall dark and handsome'. Which wasn't very far from the truth.

'Not very far at all,' He thought, inviting in the man who was simply looking around the apartment and its simplicity, yet exquisiteness.

As for Fujimaki, he had his normal smile planted firmly on his lips as he gazed around the homey apartment. Oyama looked back to him, and his cheeks flushed again once more. Dear Lord, why did he have to be so damn handsome. Why?

"Hey, are you going to stand there and just stare at me, or do you want to know about Noda and Yurippe?" He smirked at Oyama, who had nothing to counter with Fujimaki's statement and just flushed deeper, nodding to the tall man.

Oyama pointed to the couch seat beside him as he sat down. "Sorry...please tell me about them, and why I seem to know them." He began. "I mean, the only person I really remember is Matsushita, same as him with me...but, you just look so familiar, and seeing...Noda and Yurippe...it just seemed too familiar to me."

Fujimaki nodded and sat beside the red-brown haired boy, who was busy fumbling with his hands and staring at the ground to notice how close he had chosen to sit. The silence lay over for a moment before Fujimaki began to talk.

"Well, we were in this group, you see. The Afterlife Battlefront. That's what we," He motioned his finger to Oyama and then to himself. "Were called." Oyama nodded his head, lifting his eyes to look at Fujimaki again. "Yurippe was the leader, the one who told us what to do, when and where. And Noda, he was the idiot that went and fell in love with her." Oyama again, simply nodded. "Well, when we began getting attacked by these shadow monsters, we were fighting for our lives. You," He pointed to Oyama. "Were a big help, using a Sniper Rifle and shooting the ones that were getting extremely close to us, or simply trying to come in like the sneaky little bastards they were." Oyama blushed slightly at the wordings he used, enjoying the praise he got. "Then...they finally went away, and we all got to...move on, you know. Get another chance to relive our lives. And well...Yurippe and Noda's entwined together, and now, they have that little girl, who is the happiness that they got to share with each other." Oyama smiled at the memory of the little girl and nodded. "And apparently, it seems like you and me have a fate entwined between us."

Oyama glanced at Fujimaki. "Between us? Why do you say that?" He asked, flushing and looking down at the ground again, too embarrassed to look into the onyx eyes again.

"Well, for one," He began. "You and I have been staring at each other for a good half-year, though we never said anything to each other. Secondly, we live near each other and only now just began talking. Third, You some how know me, Yurippe and Noda, yet you don't know us." He looked over to Oyama. "You get what I'm saying?"

Oyama nodded to him, letting out a small 'yeah' before standing up.

"Do you...want anything?" He asked, looking over to the plant that was adorning a desk in the corner where he would usually sit and read books. Fujimaki laughed softly.

"Sorry for making you feel uncomfortable with that, but hey, at least I didn't bring Kaname." Oyama jumped at the mention of the raccoon, his eyes holding small fear in them, for he was kind of scared of the scary creatures. "Oh calm yourself, she's not here. She's back at my place, unless that is, you want to meet her?" He smirked as Oyama ran out of the room and into another that looked like a kitchen. His laughter resounded in the room.

"So," Oyama called. "That means that...we all died, and we've come back to life for a better one than we had last time?"

"That's the jist of it." Fujimaki replied, standing up and walking into the other room, which was indeed a kitchen. The walls were an off white, most likely eggshell, and they looked just fine with his cozy apartment look. Oyama nodded at his statement, his hands busy with putting some hot water in a pitcher, along with tea bags.

"Do you like tea?" He asked, looking over to the man who seemed comfortable in his apartment already.

"Yeah, teas fine with me as long as I get it from you." He winked at the smaller boy, and again, his cheeks were licked with flames as he fumbled with the pitcher and spilled some of the hot water onto his shirt. He flew back, tossing the pitcher into the sink as it rattled around and fell, spilling out the hot water that Oyama had just put in it. Fujimaki laughed, helping Oyama regain his composure before going to the sink and turning on the hot water for Oyama. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you so hot." He laughed, smiling at his joke.

Oyama, regaining his composure, got brave and pushed Fujimaki, watching him flail about and fall. His face fell into the stream of hot water and he screamed out in pain. His arms flailed on the counter as he pulled himself and glared over at Oyama, who was having a laughing fit and began drying off Fujimaki's face with a towel he picked up from his counter.

"Sorry, didn't mean to get you so wet." He stated, laughing out while he dried off the taller mans face. His laughing stopped when he felt an arm sling around his neck and he was thrown to the wall.

"I guess we'll just have to settle this in a different way, eh?" He said, his eyes shining in fierce laughter while he put both his hands on either side of Oyama's head. The young man flushed deep again, his green eyes meeting the onyx ones before Fujimaki stood fully and moved away, leaving Oyama in the kitchen while he went and lounged on the couch. "You comin'?"

Oyama fumed slightly before glaring out at Fujimaki and huffing softly under his breath. "Give me a moment, Mr. Impatient. I'm making tea for both of us."

Fujimaki smiled and winked at him again. "I'll take anything you wanna give me, sweetheart." Oyama ran into the room picking up a pillow and smacking Fujimaki on the head before huffing and walking back into his kitchen.

"Why are you even comfortable doing that?!" He cried out. "I mean, from what you said, we knew each other, but still!" Oyama covered his face, cheeks blushing even darker when he finally filled the pitcher and put a few tea packets into it, and let it sit to soak in the teas goodness.

"Well, we were friends, so why can't we be now?" The dark haired man asked, looking up at Oyama who walked back into the room. He gave him a small pouty face that was exponentially cute to Oyama, who looked away again, cheeks fully red as he beat the taller man with the same pillow again.

"Dammit, don't make that cute expression." He muttered out and flopped down beside the 'beaten up' Fujimaki. He tossed a glance over at Fujimaki, who had sat up again and was staring over at Oyama, his eyes filled with mischievousness.

"Didn't it occur to you?" He asked, moving over and hovering over Oyama's body. "We could've been lovers, you know." His mouth moved into a smirk as Oyama's eyes widened and he began turning, trying to get away from Fujimaki.

"I-I highly doubt that, b-besides, I'm n-not into men!" Oyama cried out, his expression and eyes failing what he had just stated.

"Sure you aren't. That's why you would look at me and flush like a little school girl with her first crush on a boy." He smirk leaning down and staring into Oyama's eyes. He placed a quick kiss beside Oyama's mouth and sat up again. "Anyways," He began, walking over to Oyama's door and slipping on his shoes. "I suppose that I've been here enough, and told you what you wanted to know." He smirked back at the boy who was still red-faced and laying on the couch, looking at the wall. "Well, are you coming to say goodbye or not?" He asked, smirking over at Oyama.

He stood up, apologizing again before walking over to Fujimaki and bowing to him. "Bye." He stated, his eyes closed, as he was too embarrassed to look Fujimaki in the eyes. The tall man took the opportunity to kiss the boy chastely on the lips before walking through the thresh hold of the door. Oyama flushed and opened his eyes, looking stunned at Fujimaki's boldness.

"See ya, and don't expect that to be the last time either." Fujimaki said, walking away with his hand flipped in the air, towards his own apartment. Oyama watched him walk away, and he quickly slammed the door shut, along with slamming his head into the wall for the first time that day.

"What have I gotten myself into?" He muttered to himself, his green eyes closing as he thought of Fujimaki's soft lips on his own only a moment ago. "Where we really...lovers in the afterlife...? No," He shook his head. "Couldn't be true. I'd remember that. But there was something that defiantly happened between us in the afterlife, I just can't think of what it is."

He slammed his head against the wall again, his confusion melting into irritation as he walked into his kitchen, only to find out he had forgot to turn off the water, and the plug was in...flooding his floor.

"God Dammit!"

He quickly got to work turning off the water and draining the sink before tossing towels down and cleaning up the mess of water on his tile.

Chapter Two is up now! Please enjoy. I enjoyed writing it. I hope to get reviews soon! I hope you all enjoy it! c:

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