First of all: to those who reviewed the 1st act, I really appreciate your opinions. I know it's a little- scratch that- VERY dramatic, but that's actually the point of it. I have warned you guys that it contains OC meaning out of character personalities.

To answer one of my reviewers: They're probably 17 or 18. I'm still struggling if it should be 2nd or 3rd year. (Oh and reminder: This story does not connect to ANY of their episodes/chapters. So this is something like a parallel Sket dan. That's why it's called "fanfic")

Act 2: Hating the one you love

"Ughh…"

The door clacked open and on the other side was a brown-haired adult woman, carrying a tray with a glass of water, a bottle of medicine and a card that spells out: "Get well soon!"

She walks over to the table and places the tray and immediately tries to leave. Suddenly she felt her sleeve being tugged. "Wait. Mom…" She looks down at the bed to see Bossun, face all red.

Akane Fujisaki removes the boys grip. "It's your fault for being sick." She sits on the bed and pats the boy's head. "And I have to go to work today so I'm sorry I can't take care of you right now…Take a rest, okay?" She stands up and leaves the room.

Bossun groans. He wasn't sure whether he should be happy for being sick on a Friday and not be able to see 'her' or should be depressed for being alone in the house. No wait, he was always alone. He knew that… Always alone…

He removes the blanket that covered his body and sits up. Turning to his right, he notices the clock: 4 pm.

It was already 4 pm, who would've known it was already this late. Everyone was already dismissed at this time. Too bad for him though. His sister, Rumi, has an overnight trip with her class so she won't be going back until tomorrow and her mom, Akane, has work and he knows that when she works at this time, she comes home the next day at night. So basically… you're alone, Bossun.

He stands up and leaves the room. Entering the living room, he sits on the couch and grabs the remote, pressing the red button to turn on the tv.

Minutes passed, and as weird as it may seem, he was watching a romance movie…What the hell am I doing with my life?

Maybe it was just because he started to like those kinds of movies… or it just clearly reminded him of the person he loved. And the person he doesn't want to see for as long as possible.

It was selfish of him, he admits, of wanting Himeko. Damn, he even planned on stealing her from his twin. But separating those two is something he doesn't want. He doesn't want to hurt Tsubaki, all the more to Himeko. But his heart is telling-no. His heart yells to him: Get back what's supposed to be yours, asshole! Apologies for the words.

Have you ever heard of the saying "When you love someone, you should set them free" or something like that. Well hell to that. When you love someone, never let them go. Letting them free makes them blind. And Bossun actually believed that. He had a chance, but he followed the 1st saying. And what did this bring him? Sadness, envy, anger, etc. etc. etc.

You had a chance, Bossun. It always repeated on his mind. Those simple words that his friends told him… those who knew his feelings.

Sighing, he turns of the tv.

After seconds, the silence was bothered with loud knocking. Bossun groaned.

Standing, he walks to the door and opens it. Scratching his head, he lazily says, "Look, if you're looking for Akane- ?!" Noticing only now, his eyes widened at the visitor.

"H-Himeko?"

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"Hey Bossun…" she replies, a little worried of the boy's speechless reaction.

Bossun slightly turns his head, averting the girl's worried stare. Maybe the color of his cheeks showed how happy he was for visiting her…but that was just his cheeks. His heart was disappointed…Why did it have to be her? Maybe, just maybe, he thought of it as a curse. A punishment.

Just by seeing the indescribably dull emotion in his eyes, Himeko knew he wasn't happy to see her. She always knew. They are the best of friends, right? …We still are…right, Bossun?But now she didn't know. Is it are or were? And does the word 'friends' still even occur to him?

She always knew Bossun. Maybe she was blind for the small intimate things Bossun did before, but she exactly knew Bossun as he knew her. He was her life-saver, was he not? She owed her much more than she owed anyone. But why… why are you trying to avoid me, Bossun? But her heart knew exactly why he did so. She had become his twin's girlfriend, and she knew that he loved her possibly more than Sasuke did. Her heart knew, but it seldom reminded her.

Putting aside her feelings, she smiles. "C-can I come in?"
"Yeah"

She walks ahead, closing the door behind her. It's been a while since she last entered this apartment house. She was always welcomed here, even 3 years ago when they tried to help Switch's complications. But now, now she wasn't so sure anymore. Has this place ever made me nervous before like it did now? No. It didn't. It was just Bossun that made you nervous, and you knew that.

Hime places the plastic bag she's been holding and a folder that seemed to be occupied by papers. "So here's your missed notes and works and since Switch couldn't come, he told me to give you this bag of mandarin jellies. We knew you loved those so…" her voice trailed off.

"Thanks." Was all he could say. But something bugged him. We? Really Himeko. I never told anyone that…except you.

Himeko was getting annoyed at his lazy reactions. And she couldn't punch him now. He was sick. At least not hitting him was something she could do. She gulps. Act like yourself Himeko. You can't be awkward like this. But what did she mean by herself? Well can't tell…since she doesn't know what 'yourself' means anymore. Act normal? How? She can't act normal, she forgot how...

"S-so Bossun… you really should rest! Since my parents won't be home 'til later, I can stay here for a while. I'll take care of 'ya!" she exclaims. Maybe she was too cheerful, she thought. Slowly, she turned her head, seeing the back of his head.

"Yeah sure."

Was all he could say. He didn't want to hurt her. What would she react with if he said Hell no! Being with you hurts my heart. What more when being taken care by you? Who wouldn't be caught dead with that reaction? Add the fact that he is talking to the former Onihime.

Avoiding further conversation and hurt feelings, Bossun immediately went upstairs, his footsteps somehow loud and heavy. Hime, who was about to enter the kitchen door, turns to his direction. "Ah."

"Bossun!"
"Yeah" he replied, not even glancing at her, his voice awfully neutral.

"… Nothing. Just go rest and I'll make you something to eat…"
"Okay."

She smiles at the boy. "Okay."
And maybe it was just him, but he felt his heart skip a beat and the change of color in his cheeks. Flustered, he ran towards his room and slammed the door.

You still like her, Bossun? Why?

He can never deny the fact. Has he ever said he'll move on? No. He may have given up on many chances…but never will he do the same on 'this'.

Why?

Yes…Why does he still like her? After all that's happened. He knows the answer, yet he doesn't want to say it.

He jumps to the only comfortable place he can be: his bed. Covering himself with blankets, he sighs.
Why not give up Yusuke?

He turned to his left and closed his eyes, "I…I don't know…" was all he could say… as his voice mumbled non-sense, slowly, he fell asleep.

"I like you…"
"Me too…
But it's not the same as how you feel…"

Panting, he lifted his upper body. Wiping the sweat pouring down his face, he felt a hot towel placed on his forehead. "Huh?" He removed the towel from his forehead , curious of how the thing got there.

As the doors creaked, he turned to it's direction and saw the blonde female on the other side of the wooden door. "H-hey.."

You forgot, Bossun?

No. He didn't.

Though he never had any memory of her going up here. He didn't even say that she could come up. He sighs. You have no choice Bossun. Be kind.

He looks at her and nods. "You can come in you know."

She enters, closing the door behind her. "That towel… I placed it on your forehead because you were hot and sweating while you slept…" He scans the small, white towel and places it beside him, nodding.

"Are you okay now? What happened."
"Nothing. It's just a dream." More of like a nightmare…
"What about?"
"Well..-"

Well what? What could he actually tell her? All he remembered of his dream where those lines that screamed in his dreams. The first speaker was obviously a girl…and the boy…well it may have been him. He wasn't sure, the voices were mildly faint. Don't hide the fact that you know those lines Bossun.

I'm not hiding facts… I'm just too scared to know the truth…

"A dream… about me, losing everything important in my life…" his voice trailed off the last few words. He glanced at the girl, who just stood shock.

She knew. She possibly knew that dream. What's the point in finding out more when you know you're going to hurt him…But she wanted to know more, her heart screams to her. What happened? Who was it? What did it look like?

So many questions. Questions she can never ask… question she already knew the answer to.

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"'Ey Himeko!"

She flinches and turned her attention to Bossun who just sat there, smiling, as if he never cared of what happened. That childish look he always had. That care-free smile she used to love…

Used to?

She used to love him…but now, she has Tsubaki, right? She loves Sasuke. But does she still love Yusuke? She never really thought of an answer for that. All she knew was that she tried to move on…

"Yeah?" she faked a smile. He peered his eyes, leaning foreward. The girl's previous dull eyes and lost, stand-still state worried him.

"Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" she replied, her tone getting louder. She noticed the scared look on Bossun's face. That look he gave when we were still 'normal'

She loosened the stiffness of her shoulders and sighed. "Sorry." The boy nodded, as if he didn't know how to reply.

Silence entered the room for minutes as the two awkwardly averted their gazes.

"Himeko..."

She turns to the boy whose turning away from her. Irritation told her to order the boy to turn to her, but her heart spoke louder. She silently waited for him to continue.

"Why?" he softly spoke, enough for her to hear.

"W-what?" she stood up and sat on the bed, now back-to-back with him. Silence yet again.

"Why...him...?" he mumbled. She glances over her shoulder, noticing the boy's red face and heavy breathing. Turning, Hime grips her hand on his shoulder. "Bossun are you oka-" He slapped away her hand and turned to her.

"Why did it have to be him?!" he repeated, gripping the girl's shoulder. "B-Bossun..." she winces, trying to shake from his grip, but he tightened it.

"Out of all the people to fall in love with...why did it have to be him?" he repeated again, yet his voice was softer. His breathing became heavier and he felt his sweat dripping.

"I don't know..." she shakily replied, not knowing how to answer. Well how can she answer him? She herself didn't even know. She felt Bossun's grip loosen.

"Why didn't you wait..." he mumbled. She looked at him with that same questioning look she had before... What did he mean...

"Bossu-" her sentence was cut off as she fell over, her ankle's cuffed by the boy's hands.

"I hate you." Why Bossun?

Her eyes widened. Why? What are you saying?

Why? How can she even ask herself that. She already knew why.

Before she could even react, Yusuke leaned closer and quickly pressed his lips against hers. Though the cold words, she felt softness in his kiss. She felt the obvious jealousy and hate. But the emotion that screamed to her was pain. She felt her tears roll down at the emotions. The emotions she caused.

Stop...Stop... Her heart screamed.

Thanks to her Onihime skills, reflex took over her and she slapped the boy's cheek as hard as she could, making him fall over. She takes the opportunity, getting up to her feat and escaped the room.

She left. He's just sick, Himeko. He won't remember anything tomorrow. Those words she repeated to calm her, but all she knew now was run, Himeko. And this was something she knew she would regret.

Bossun quietly listened to the loud footsteps and slam of the door. A sigh escaped his lips. He got up and walked to the living room. Noticing the plastic bag she left, he put his hand in the bag and took out a cup of the mandarin jelly. He sat on the couch and started eating. Why did you have to do that?

Why? Why did he have to tell her such cold words? Why did he force a kiss on her? So much questions that his head started to hurt. Not now Bossun. Reflect on everything when you're better...Just apologize tomorrow.

But how? How can he apologize after everything he's done?

He turns his attention to the sketch pad and pencil that lied on the table. He moved the things to his front and carefully scribbled, scratching off some words and hummed after every line.

"Fujisaki!"

He turned to the where the loud voice came from. "It's open."

The door knob squeaked open and the door creaked. "Hi Tsubaki." Bossun said, not even looking at him as he continued scribbling. Sasuke nodded. "Pardon the intrusion." He removed his shoes and dropped the plastic on the table. "It's something Michiru made for you. It's cake." His serious expression loosened as he noticed that Bossun hadn't gotten mad for him being here.

"Are you okay?" he sits beside him, yet kept a distance.

"Yeah." he felt his twin's mood lighten. Yusuke turned to him, his eyes glistening.

"So the cake... all for me?" he happily asked. Sasuke nodded. "Tell him I said thanks!" Now he's all hyper.

"Yeah sure. Well I have to go. My dad's waiting outside." He stood up and walked to the door. "Wait Tsubaki!"

He turned to his twin. "Yeah?"

"Thanks." he shyly mumbled. Tsubaki chuckled. "No problem. Oh and big bro..."

Bossun looked up, noticing what he called him. "Yeah?"

Sasuke immediately exited the house, but as the door was about to be closed, he mumbled, "She's changed because of you."

Yusuke's expression changed. That expression that looked similar to what Tsubaki had shown to Himeko before. Eyes showed no emotion but pain and confusion, yet his face says otherwise.

"I know..."

And the door slammed close. A sigh escaped Sasuke's lips. "No...no you don't."

Bossun stands up, giving a quick glance at his writings. He didn't want to give a damn at that very moment. He wanted to forget Himeko. To slightly forget his brother. Did they meet along the way? What did they do if they did meet? Did Himeko tell Tsubaki anything?

All those questions... Questions that showed obvious jealousy. He wanted to forget it all. He just wanted to have some peace and quiet for today. Just today. Please Himeko. Please Tsubaki...

He takes another glance at the paper, then at the mouth-drooling cake.

"The fork..."