Saru woke up the next morning to not remember when he had fallen asleep, or that he even had. He couldn't even slightly remember what the dream could possibly be about. His head had wound up under the covers snuggling into Misaki's chest. He was about to harass Misaki's body when the door opened.

"Misaki, sweetie? I know it's a bit earlier than you normally wake up, but I made you breakfast." Saru heard Misaki's mother say in a sweet way he wasn't used to. He heard her walking over and slightly begin shaking Misaki to get him up.

She didn't notice Saru, he thought because maybe he looked like a bump in Misaki's thick comforter, or a pillow that had wound up there. He didn't bring his head out into the open, nor did he make a move. He figured she'd start screaming at him if she found him. He didn't know how he could get out of the house without her noticing him.

He closed his eyes pretending he was still asleep, thinking that maybe that was a reasonable excuse as to why he had his arms wrapped around Misaki. He had had sleepovers before without her caring that they had slept in the same bed. He remembers most mornings after he was wrapped around Misaki.

Misaki woke up groggily from being shaken. "Huh, what?" He blinked a few times to focus his vision to see his mother leaning over him, uncharacteristically cheerful. It took him a moment to process what she had just said, and then he replied with an "okay be there in a sec." He could feel Saru wrapped around him, buried under the covers, and figured if he got up now she would see him and freak out again. Misaki wasn't in the mood to deal with that.

"Alright I'll go set your place," she chirped, and left the room. Misaki hadn't seen his mother in a while because of his effort to avoid her. She was just so controlling, and had a habit of throwing heavy stuff at Misaki when she got mad. It didn't help that her temper was like a bomb that would go off at the slightest touch.

When he was certain she was gone, he pulled the covers down and shook Saru. "My moms home and she is making me eat breakfast with her. I'll be quick, get dressed, climb out the window, and wait for me out front. It'll take fifteen minutes tops."

He flipped the off button for his alarm and got up, searching for his spare uniform to give to Saru.

"Fair enough." Saru said without the slightest bit of grogginess.

When he popped his head out into the rays of sunlight he found it to burn his vision, clouding it over in blackness. He rolled out of bed pretending his vision wasn't black, or that he felt like he was about to fall over. He slipped off the shirt waiting for Misaki to hand him the spare uniform, in his boxers.

He figured He'd end up in pants that weren't part of the uniform. He didn't mind since they'd end up being the same color. His vision slowly returned within the minute, letting him stare at half awake, bed head Misaki.

"Okay here," he said as he fished out the uniform and tossed it onto his bed. He looked at Saru for a moment, noting the bruises that still littered his body and forehead, and frowned. He would get ice for that after breakfast. "Misaki-iii!" He heard his mother yell. He turned around quickly, and left the room to go to the kitchen to his mother.

"I made eggs and toast," she said happily and put the plate on the table, eat up!" The eggs were slightly watery and the toast was black, but he took a bite anyway, knowing if he didn't his mom would lash out. He had got his terrible cooking skills from his mother after all. He chewed, and then swallowed it down. "So why did you do this? What's going on?" he asked suspiciously.

"Misaki! Why does there have to be something going on in order for me to make breakfast for you!" She said, voice raised a small octave. "I'm your mother! Show some respect!"

"Sorry mom," he said. "Just curious."

She let it go. "Okay fair enough." She began making tea and humming to herself. "Actually Misaki you're right, there is something I want to talk to you about."

"I think I'm gonna switch schools for you. I don't think you can handle the school you're going to; you're just not at that level. I'm gonna look at some other options for you."

Misaki's stomachs dropped. "What?" He croaked. He wasn't good enough? Switching schools? This was a nightmare. "No I'll do better, please!" He stood up quickly and started to leave. "I promise! I'm gonna be late for school, gonna leave now!" He quickly ran to his room and put on his uniform, brushing his teeth but not bothering to comb his hair before running out the door before his mother could say anything else. His mom had once again succeeded in making him feel worthless and stupid. He went to meet Saru.

"So what did she want?" Saru said as Misaki came into earshot.

He had jumped out the window a bit after Misaki had thrown the uniform at him. Sure enough he had to wear his own pants more because of length than that he couldn't get the pants on.

He sat on a wall shoeless since his were still inside at the front entry. "Want to get my shoes for me dear? I have some at school but I don't really want to walk there in only socks." He didn't really care if he had protection on or not; it was more because he was self-conscious about his feet. They never looked right to him, and he didn't want to have to let anyone else notice. He knew with Misaki he didn't have to worry, since Misaki kept his face up and not looking down.

"Oh!" Misaki did a one-eighty and went to get Saru's shoes for him. "I nearly forgot the ice too," he muttered to himself. He tiptoed into the kitchen and got some from the freezer when his mom wasn't there. He hurried back outside and handed Saru the shoes and icepack. "For your head."

He waited for Saru to put his shoes on before heading down the street with him. "My mom says I should transfer to an easier school." He only mumbled, not looking at Saru's face to see his reaction. "She says she doesn't think I can handle this one."

Saru stared at the ice pack, more glaring at it. "Oh. But you're not failing out are you? You do get past the entrance exam each year." Saru didn't want Misaki to switch schools. He never did see him doing the homework, but he occasionally thought maybe he did it in class like he did.

He took his shoes and put them on, tying the stings into neat bows. He didn't take the ice pack and continued down the street towards school.

"No I'm not failing. I don't get what I'm doing wrong..." He looked off into the distance, deep in thought. He really didn't get it. He wasn't a genius like Saru, but he passed and was able to make his grades decent enough. He tossed the icepack back and forth between his hands. "I just don't get it."

He tried to hand Saru the ice pack again. "Just for a little while, it'll make the bruising go away."

"I wasn't joking. I really do bruise easily. And there isn't swelling so an ice pack wont do shit." Saru was annoyed. He wasn't annoyed at Misaki, but at Misaki's mom. She was always saying crap that made Misaki upset and it pissed him off. He didn't care if she gave birth to Misaki. Misaki was his by choice, so she didn't get to mistreat him.

"How is her work going? She had a boyfriend recently, how is that going?" Saru knew Misaki's mom liked to yell at him when her life got stressful. Because you know if you're stressed you have to make the entire family stressed. He could at least try to time it right and hide from his dad. And if he didn't escape the injuries only lasted a few days but her words forever wounded Misaki.

Misaki huffed and threw the ice pack on the ground, ultimately giving up with that wild idea. "I dunno, I don't think she's been to work in a while. . . she comes home late at night with men all the time. I think she and her boyfriend broke up. But I can't be too sure, we don't talk about it. She could be cheating; she does that a lot."

He kicked a rock down the street as the walked along, putting his hands in his pockets. "What if she really makes me go? I'm not gonna have any friends, and I won't see you anymore." He was still frowning and his eyebrows were knitted. Misaki felt deeply troubled.

"Is she a prostitute?" Saru felt a bit weird asking such a thing, but that's the feeling he got when Misaki had said that.

He was a bit surprised Misaki didn't know more about his mom or at least how they got food, he at least knew his father was a rich mooch who lived off his family's fortune. Saru was the oldest of the all his cousins so he should inherit the company, if his father, the oldest of the sons, hadn't been lazy and ditch school.

He grabbed Misaki's hand, letting their fingers intertwine how they should. "It will be alright, she says a lot of bluffs." He knew Misaki would get picked on a lot if he switched school, and end up with a lot more suspensions from beating the moronic bullies butts.

"I dunno, maybe," Misaki said. He really didn't wanna think about it, but it wouldn't shock him if that was the case. His mom did hook up with more men than actually date them, and often he had to leave the house in the middle of the night with his skateboard so he wouldn't have to listen to his mother and her latest conquest doing it. The walls in his house were too thin and worn down. They didn't exactly live in the best place: compared to Saru's house, it was a dump. He hated it.

As they approached the school Misaki let go of Saru's hand and looked around to make sure no one had seen. Even though he was with Saru, he didn't really consider himself gay and didn't want others to think so or pick on them for it. He heard the bell ring. "Oh shit, we're gonna be late!" He ran up the steps and into the building.

Saru sprinted along side Misaki, not caring to pass him. It was the warning bell so he wasn't too worried. Plus the teachers rarely yelled at the top scorer a crossed the board.

He was a little annoyed when Misaki let go of his hand. He knew Misaki didn't want anyone to think he was gay and pick on him about it, but Saru would rather kick them in the head and say 'damn strait! At least I am not a virgin,' than hide it. He knew Misaki still looked at girls and was attracted to them, but he didn't. He knew he was gay since all his crushes have always been guys.

When they got into the classroom there was still a few minutes until the bell signifying the start of school rang. He took his seat way in the back, the furthest from Misaki yet still having a great view. He cleaned his glasses before the bell rang. He noticed that the kid that had started school there last week was staring at him.

"I spilt juice on my pants this morning." Saru said not really giving the kid the explanation that he was saying why he was wearing off uniform pants, so he came off rather random.

He never spoke up much at school or did anything to let people know he existed. They all knew he was the top student and despite the girls picking on him he was rather popular with them. Not that he'd ever choose one of their ugly faces when he could have Misaki's instead.

"You're fucking weird." The kid said staring ahead at the board when the bell rang and class began.

Everyone pulled out their English homework except for the kid next to him. Saru had done Misaki's homework, to Misaki's surprise, and had forged everything with Misaki's handwriting. He had done that for every class but Misaki seemed to not have noticed yet looked in his bags like he had actually done work. Or Misaki had known it was done but Saru thought he had been sneaky this time, since had planned to distract Misaki that weekend anyway.

Misaki pulled out his homework which he knew he hadn't done and saw it completed with his handwriting. He snorted softly to himself and turned around, giving Saru a grin.

"Good job class. It brightens my day to see a high homework rate. Let's begin the class." The teacher said this all in English despite that most of the kids would struggle to understand what she was saying. He knew what she had said perfectly clear, but most of the class seemed to freeze at the language change. He didn't understand how they could be in one of the higher classes of the language and still have students who didn't know it.

Their teacher collected their homework and began talking to them in English. Misaki was actually really bad at English, and only managed to get to this level by copying the people beside him and having Saru do his homework. Not understanding a word, he zoned out, not thinking about anything in particular.

Eventually the bell rang with no big events happening in that class, and he waited for Saru outside the door to come out. He glared at some of the kids he had beefs with when they walked out, and averted his eyes from the girls. Misaki bounced impatiently.

They had every class together until the last period of the day, which Saru had decided to take French, and Misaki went with a different elective. Saru was also had a high level in French which he enjoyed because he liked screwing Misaki. He figured a romance language was a way to get in bed with someone.

On his way out the door the teacher pulled him aside. "Fushimi? Why is your face bruised? Fighting isn't permitted and this isn't the first time this year. I know you like to hang out with that Yata boy, so don't go following him around doing things you shouldn't." Saru wanted to yell at her. She never spoke to him in Japanese, which pissed him off one, two she hated Misaki.

"No, I just get mugged a lot." He lied, then felt like laughing at how stupid that sounded. "I find the rich areas of town annoying so I like hanging out on the streets. Designer clothes mean money so that put's me at risk. Sorry but I'd probably would be a lot worse off if I didn't hang out with Misaki." He replied to her in English but he still felt incredibly mad at her. He walked out right after saying that, not giving any form of a bye.

"Hey, sorry." Saru forgot to stop speaking in English when he walked up to his impatient Misaki. He only had to get through 3 more classes until he could have lunch, alone on the roof with Misaki. He liked how alone they were up there and often tried to make out with Misaki there. Which if he got to kiss Misaki it made it a good day for him.

Misaki shrugged, those two words being ones he could understand in his limited English vocabulary. He heard Saru talking to the teacher but he couldn't understand anything besides his name. "Let's go. What did she want?"

He began walking to their next class, which was only two halls away. Next was math, which Misaki was okay at, but Saru excelled significantly. Why Saru was still in that math level was unclear, but he didn't ask questions. It didn't matter anyway.

"She wanted to know why I am bruised." Saru replied slipping back into Japanese not even noticing he had spoken English before.

"By the way that new kid that sits next to you gave me a death glare on his way out. Did you do something to him?" Misaki said, since him and Saru were a package deal for the most part, so if someone hated one of them they hated the other too.

They were heading to math class which Saru already had all the credit he needed for math to graduate middle school. He could do every class with Misaki for the reason that he had already earned the credit for them, so the teachers had given up fighting with him. He had scored high the first time around but second time around he was easily getting 100's on everything.

He felt a bit bad because he knew he wanted to go to college to make sure he could provide a good life for him and Misaki, but he also knew Misaki didn't care to even graduate high school.

"I told him my uniform pants were dirty when he was staring at me like an idiot. Oh and I managed to correct his paper into perfection with all those simple mistakes he was making. Ugh I hate stupid people." Saru said, even though his nickname for Misaki was calling him stupid, not that Saru actually really thought of Misaki like that. He felt Misaki just didn't try to get amazing grades since he could half ass it and pass with average. "Did you do something to him?"

They got into the class and Saru took his seat behind Misaki by the window, still in the back. "Hey I just realized we were late to school today." He said this since they had missed the assembly the school had before school on Monday, making the start time 8 instead of 8:30 like normal for the day. "Oh well they don't normally care that much."

Misaki sat down, turned sideways so he could still talk to Saru, and shrugged. "Yeah whatever. No I didn't do anything to him actually. . . I wonder what his problem is." Misaki cracked his knuckles. "Maybe he needs to be taught a lesson?"

The bell dinged again and Misaki swiveled back to face the front before Saru could answer him. He knew Saru didn't like it when he picked fights, but Misaki saw it as keeping people in their place. Misaki wasn't someone to mess with and he wanted everyone to know.

The teacher started teaching the lesson an Misaki lazily followed along, doing the problems with the class and taking notes. Occasionally he looked out the window, and watched people who walked by the school building, wishing school could be over soon.

Saru used the class as a good napping place. He did all the problems and seemed like he was awake by his sitting up position. He was asleep and by the time the bell rang he wasn't even taking the notes. He got up with the bell, like everyone else. Showing no sign of having actually just slept the entire period. He followed Misaki out of the class at his side.

"Don't go picking fights you don't need to. It's not very civil to beat the crap out of someone who didn't deserve it." Saru said this seemingly out of character but he didn't attack people without cause, if he did it would make him feel like his father.

They headed into the changing room for gym, one of Saru's favorite places to be. He hated how stupid the guys acted dancing around in their underwear but he was just fine watching Misaki strip before him. He felt the showers were the best place after the period now that he thought about it, because then Misaki wasn't even wearing boxers.

He felt uncomfortable changing in front of everyone that day and quickly put his way too short of shorts for his liking on. He had his jacket and tie off so all that was left was for him to take off his shirt, but he knew that would expose him so he hesitated slightly. He quickly peeled off the shirt and rushed to grab his gym shirt, but was pissed to not see it and have to search.

"Looking for this?" One of the upperclassman teased. Saru was surprised to find that Misaki wasn't by his side at the moment. He figured that's why they had started it. He always let Misaki take the bullies on so he didn't appear to be as strong. "Holy crap fag why all the bruises? Ol' pop's teach you a lesson on why you shouldn't like boys?"

Saru felt a chill extend from his heart into his stomach. He was used to the guys saying he was gay like it was funny or wrong; even though they didn't really think or know he was, but the fact that they had gotten the reason for his bruises correct horrified him.

"Nah my dad wouldn't hit me for that. I know your dad might have those feelings about your preference for the same gender though." He said this even though it was technically legal in Japan for same-sex to marry and have relationships. That was one of the things that confused him. 'Why would something that is excepted be used as an insult?'

The kid tossed the shirt at him and charged. Saru dogged out of the way putting his shirt on before facing his attacker. "Oh am I right? Is that way you feel the need to pick on me? Do you find me sexy and that's why you needed to watch me without a shirt on?" Their fight had formed a small crowd in the beginning but everyone had ran when they realized it was the scariest kids pet who was getting bullied and ran to stay safe from him.

"Heh. Maybe." Saru had the 'oh fuck' feeling when the kid said that. He was slammed into the locker when he thought he was dodging a punch but he had estimated the wrong move and was stuck pinned to the locker because of the kids strength.

The kid was the same height but was definitely bigger than Saru's skinny self. Once Saru was caught he was caught, until he could find good opening. To Saru's horror the kid slammed his lips into his. Saru was very shocked, but much more disgusted. He was pissed because if someone was going to kiss someone they should not taste like vegetables, they should at least be good, and they should give some damn warning before sticking their tongue down his throat.

Saru was completely appalled by the poor flirting job. He tried to knee him in the groan but ended up missing and hit his leg. He wanted to bite the guys tongue but the dude was failing so bad at making out with him he'd end up biting himself. In no way was this an enjoyable circumstance. He very much so had wished Misaki would do this to him, but dammit Misaki was actually cute and a good kisser.

Misaki had stopped to get a drink at the water fountain before he came into the locker room, and let Saru go in alone. As he finished drinking, he noticed kids scurrying away and giving him nervous glances. He had a feeling that something was up, and he pushed open the locker room door.

That's when he saw Saru getting his face sucked off by some dumbass older boy. "OI! WHAT THE FUCK!" He screamed. Misaki saw red and charged, knocking the older boy down into the ground. He threw punches at his jaw, neck, stomach, eyes, and anywhere he could reach, screaming insults and profanities the whole time. "DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM YOU CHODE MUNCHER!"

The boy tried fighting back but to no avail, limbs flying about as they rolled on the ground. Misaki felt blood on his hands but this didn't stop him, it only made him angrier. How DARE this punk touch HIS Saru. How DARE he be allowed to live. Misaki kept punching even when the boy was finally knocked out, not being able to find it in himself to stop.

"Um Misaki can we try not getting expelled?" Saru had decided to kick the guy a few times as Misaki beat him up. He really wanted to brush his teeth or something to get the taste of the dude out of his mouth. "Um you know he's out cold I suggest we stick him in a stall with a note saying if he tells we tell everyone he kissed me." Saru said this as he unlocked Misaki's locker getting out his change of clothes so they wouldn't be late. He wrote the note signing his and Misaki's signature.

Misaki realized Saru's presence and shook his head to clear it, not to disagree. "Right. Okay." He said breathless, and got up off of him. He had done a real number on this guy and he was pretty proud of himself.

He quickly put on his gym clothes and asked, "what the fuck happened?" Misaki was extremely pissed off. "Who even is this ass-wipe?"

"Oh well he is the captain of the judo club and he likes to bully the nerds. This isn't the first time we've fought but this is definitely the first time I've ever heard of him making out with the guys." Saru decided to answer who the person was but he had let the name slip at the moment. He had begun dragging the guy into a stall as he spoke and Misaki changed.

"So I was changing and he decided to pick a fight. I taunted him and he randomly kissed me when I was dodging what I thought would be a punch." Saru sat him on the toilet of the stall and stared at him a moment. "Think we should strip him for embarrassment?" Saru didn't wait for an answer and began taking the guys shirt off and down to his pants.

Misaki growled when he heard from Saru's lips about another boy kissing him. He finished tying up his shoes and glared at the unconscious boy. "Strip 'em bare."

Saru didn't really want to see the guys penis because he particularly hated his photographic memory at times, but he did as ordered.

After Saru was done Misaki did the honors of slamming the tall door shut. "Let's go."

If the gym teachers noticed anyone missing they didn't say anything, which was good because all the boys knew it was his and Saru's fault for the judo captains disappearance. The boys in his class whispered behind their backs, undoubtedly talking about it. Misaki smirked at one particular boy in another class who was giving him a nasty look and went with his own class to go play baseball. Misaki was pretty good at baseball and always managed to hit plenty of home runs which made everyone want him on their team, despite the hatred most felt towards him. Misaki was good with a bat.

When it was time for baseball he was mad to be chosen so late in the captains choosing process. He was better than most of the guys who were chosen before him, but he was known as the scary person so he got chosen close to last. He felt a bit envious that Misaki always got chosen close to first. He was glad he got Misaki's team but he was still annoyed.

His reflexes was great for baseball and even though he was chosen last he was always put on 1st base. He had even made all home runs on first batting for him.

After gym was over and Misaki's team won, the boys headed off to shower and change.

When they got back into the lockers he felt liking rolling on the floor laughing. Captain Asshole was in the showers singing a pop song. He decided to watch Misaki in the showers. Saru had to take a shower as well and it always make his extremely uncomfortable. He felt like everyone was staring at him, mainly because he used to stare at them.

While showering Misaki felt Saru's eyes on him and turned around, giving him a pointed glare. He did not want to be checked out in a room full of all the sweaty guys he hated when they were all naked. He quickly showered and turned the water off, letting the next boy in line take the shower.

He put on his regular clothes and straightened his tie, all the while giving the judo bitch a death glare. The boy refused to meet his eyes and Misaki felt almost satisfied seeing all of the bruises that were beginning to litter the boys body. He had made an enemy out of Misaki, which most boys in their school tried their hardest not to do.

Saru smiled and quickly rinsed off. He never liked to do a full shower routine at school and was out within the minute he had hopped in. He quickly changed into his uniform after drying. He kept his towel wrapped around his wait until he had slipped on his pants. He didn't not notice Misaki glaring at Captain Asshole and he was perfectly okay with it.

He put on his 'girly' deodorant quickly stashing it in his bag before anyone saw it. He really did like the smell of it so he wasn't about to use his nasty smelling male one.

"Ready?" Misaki asked Saru while still glaring at the dumbass who had kissed him. He didn't wait for answer and walked out of the locker room towards their next class, knowing Saru would follow him.

He shuffled down the crowded hallway and into his Japanese classroom. He took his seat in the very back, where as Saru's seat was in the very front in the same row. He knew the teacher did it on purpose since all teachers seemed to have a grudge against him. He propped both his elbows on the desk placing his jaw in his hands, and waited for class to start, still mentally seething at what had happened earlier in gym.

Saru felt the tension radiating off Misaki as they walked to class. He was a bit scared to even talk at the moment. He quickly took his seat begging the bell that released them for lunch to ring. He fell asleep again after their test was done and he didn't care much that there was note taking to be done afterwards. Over the years of sleeping in class he was had mastered not being caught.

Misaki was distracted for the whole class, replaying the scene in his brain. Why hadn't Saru done anything to push the guy off? Why did he let him kiss him? When he had gotten in the room it hadn't seemed like Saru was fighting it off much. Misaki felt anger towards Saru increasingly rise up inside him. Did Saru like it? Was that idiot the only other person Saru had kissed? Or were there more? Misaki personally had only ever been kissed by Saru, and he hasn't cared to ask about this before, but right now it was starting to get to him. The bell rang and he saw Saru leave the class first since he was closest to the door. Misaki followed after him. Fists clenching and grinding his jaw.

Saru headed straight to the cafeteria after Misaki had exited the room. He normally didn't even care to get food from the school he liked making them lunch but he hadn't had the time to this morning so off to the cafeteria for them.

When getting lunch he got the food he got what Misaki would want instead of what he wanted. He knew his cooking was of course Misaki's favorite food was what he cooked, not the crap the school called food. They got out of there since their lunch was given to them at school and quickly hurrying up to their roof to eat.

He set his food aside. Leaving it open for Misaki to take at will. He really was scared when Misaki got so pissed. If he started screaming he knew he'd begin to have memories of when his dad would scream at him and he hadn't learned to block it out yet. To him men yelling sounded the same everywhere and even woman's screams sent fear striking him.

Misaki plopped down next to Saru and got straight to the point. "Why'd you let him kiss you, huh? I didn't see you exactly trying to push the asshole away." He snapped. Misaki took a huge bite out of his apple he had gotten and chewed angrily. "Did you fucking like it or something? Am I not good enough? Who else have you even kissed anyway? FUCK!" His voice got louder and louder with each syllable.

"IF YOUR FUCKING CHEATING ON ME SARU I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FUCKING CRUSH YOUR SKULL!"

Saru stared at him. He wouldn't block out Misaki ever, making each word more terrifying. He felt fear gripping his entire body but he didn't want to go into psycho state to avoid it either.

"I hated it. He sucked and forced me to." Saru showed Misaki where the guy had held him against the locker and it was bruised. His voice was obviously sad and scared even though he tried not to show it.

"Honestly before we were together I had another boyfriend. But this was months before we started going out." Saru closed his eyes for a second, swallowing hard. He opened them again wiping away his fear. "We kissed, but I mean at the time I was dating him, not you." Saru thought about smiling but decided against it. "I really am with you and I don't want to be with anyone else."

Misaki could see the truth in Saru's eyes but still wasn't satisfied with that answer. "What was his name? Do I know him?" He demanded.

"You don't know him. But his name was Michi. Yuu Michi. I met him at one of my grandfathers stupid parties. Last one I went to since my dad made a complete ass of this side of the family." Saru had liked him but he defiantly liked Misaki more. They had even broken up because Saru was giving more attention to Misaki even though they had been dating.

They didn't notice the door open and the new kid walk out, gapping at them.

"You should eat before class begins." Saru gave Misaki a quick peck on the lips, smiling to himself. Despite being attacked he kept with the idea a kiss at school made the day a good day.

Misaki nodded and took a bite out of his food. "Sorry for yelling," he said, "I just. . . I dunno. I got scared for a sec."

Misaki turned to see that the new boy had walked in on them. Misaki paled a little. Had he seen? He spat out, "what are you looking at? Got a problem?"

The new kid looked at him a moment before laughing at the little kid that was yelling at him. "Uh nothing I was just gonna ask if you guys were nice. I don't really like talking to normal people so I figured well gay guys wouldn't mind if I was weird right." The kid stayed standing over them seeming like he hadn't said anything out of place.

'Well your more blunt then me.' Saru thought, waiting to see Misaki's reaction. He figured the other kid wasn't actually there to make friends because no one was that blunt.

"Thank you! So I thought you uh," he pointed at Saru since he couldn't have learned his name yet, "with that one guy in the locker room. He was all over you and stuff. But I had seen you guys holding hands when you got to school this morning so I figured you were together. Or are you a slut?"

Saru had never found someone as annoying as the guy who stood there right now. He wasn't one to loose his temper but being called slut really made him want to punch the guy right then. He knew he wouldn't let Misaki touch him if a fight erupted, he wanted to kick him in the head for saying that about him.

Misaki made a disgusted face. "Now you listen here," he started, getting angrier and angrier by the minute. "What we do is none of your fucking business dickwad! You don't know either of us, so you can just shove it up your ass."

He stood up and clenched his right fist, prepared to punch. "If you don't leave us the fuck alone then you won't wake up for tomorrow."

"Hmm well I guess my job is done." The guy suddenly punched Misaki right in the face sending him to the floor. "I lied. I know how Saruhiko is. I am just disappointed he chose you." The guy wasn't making much sense and Saru was seriously confused on who he was.

Saru thought maybe he was Michi but he remembered Michi as being taller than him and having black hair, not blonde. They both had bright green eyes but the guy wasn't clicking as being him. At the moment Saru really didn't care who the guy was if he dared to hurt his Misaki.

Saru shot up as soon as Misaki had fallen. He sent a quick kick on the side of the guys head, sending him to the floor. He grabbed the kid by the collar holding him close to his face. "Who the fuck are you? No one touches my beautiful Misaki." Saru had no kindness towards people who sought to hurt his Misaki.

The guy looked at Saru with his fuzzy vision. "How could you not recognize me. I was your first kiss. I dated you for a year! Why is that damn leprechaun so much more important than me! I love you and all you could see me was is a thing to hold off your desire for that!" He screamed this at Saru feeling heart broken and lost.

He had thought that they could be happy since fate had brought them together again. He thought fate had brought him to the school of his love and placed him to sit next to him. He hadn't had the nerve to come out and say this until he saw Saru getting attacked in the locker room. He thought maybe nature really did want him to be with Saru when he had been forced to move schools and ended up at the same school as Saru.

"Your on crack." Saru slammed the kid's head into the floor twice before looking back at him. "I have always loved Misaki, never you!" Saru knew he had more than likely had given the kid a concussion by now and he knew not a mark would be left, maybe a bump but no bruises. "Do not come between us unless you want me to cut your dick off." Saru flashed one of his death smiles. "Now let me finish my lunch in peace or I will beat you to a pulp. Be happy I had dated you, or else you wouldn't be breathing for even daring to touch my Misaki. Sound good?"

The kids blood ran cold as Saru spoke to him like that. He began questioning fate and if maybe the world was on crack. He knew how protective and manly Saru liked to be. He knew a uke couldn't really take their seme back by force. He was ready to faint and hadn't answered Saru yet.

"Do you understand!" Saru raised his voice slightly but kept his tone absolutely terrifying. He was sure Misaki had never heard him like that before but he didn't care.

The boy whimpered a little, terrified at how quickly his Saru had turned insane. But he wasn't his Saru anymore, he never belonged to him. He felt disappointment course through his body as he nodded and wiggled out of Saru's grasp, out the door, and away from them.

Misaki was taken by surprise by the punch, but was even more shocked by the tone Saru had used to talk to the kid. He felt hot flames of jealous lick up his core when it was revealed that Michi was Saru's first boyfriend and kiss, but it was quickly washed out when he saw Saru's hatred towards him.

It was still a weird coincidence that right when they were talking about it, Saru's ex would show up.

Misaki hauled himself up, the side of his face throbbing a little, and walked over to Saru, grabbing his arm and twisting him around. He slammed himself into Saru's chest and wrapped his arms around him in a hug. Misaki rarely initiated hugs, but the fact was that this made him love Saru even more, if that was even possible, but he couldn't contain himself. "Thanks."

Despite Saru still being extremely pissed he felt better when Miaki had hugged him. He rarely got hugs from his so it made his heart prance in delight. "For what?" Saru tilted Misaki's head up to kiss him. He licked Misaki's bottom lip indicating, like good kissers do, that he wanted to enter.

Misaki parted his lips and let Saru's tongue in for a moment before battling for dominance. He clutched the back of Saru's head with one of his hands and pulled him even closer. "Mmmm."

Misaki pulled away after a minute or two, pecking Saru on the lips one final time before letting go of him. "Lunch should be over by now, were probably late."

Saru looked up at the sun a moment to see what time it was. "Not if we hurry up. We still have a moment." Saru grabbed his untouched lunch, quickly heading towards the lockers instead of their next class. The way too packaged food made it so he could save it for later. He had a strange obsession with always finishing his food instead of throwing it out.

Misaki nodded and followed Saru to his locker. He rolled his eyes when Saru kept the gross food, but didn't say anything. He saw that they had thirty seconds until the bell rang, so he grabbed onto Saru's wrist and yanked him down the hall. "Let's go idiot!"

Authors' Note:

Deaths Lie: Oh meh gersh I am terribly sorry. I decided I wanted to do softball and got distracted from editing and yeah v.v I think I'm going to give the days in smaller segments because A) They are hard for you to read B) They are annoying for me to edit and keep track of. Please tell me it this is a good idea and it makes everything easier.

Like always Thank you for reading and you should go check out the other story by Energystarelite and I on her account tittle 'Crimson Shards'. She edits that one so it actually gets update more often :P I felt really guilty for not updateing after guest Lina tried to match the length of these chapters in that review. You made Energystarelite and I really like 'OH meh gersh updates needed!' so yeah .