"Hiro-san.."

It was cold, forced, and, to every extent of the word, pissed him off. That man had no right to talk to him in that voice, that cold voice that resonated with pity and frustration.

And even now as the feisty, angry brunette slammed his books on his respective desk, he could feel as his face flared with excess heat, a sign of exasperation. It was annoying, Hiroki thought, he was a man after all. He could protect himself.

"Goddamit! Just because that blubbering, no-brained idiot forced his way into my life doesn't mean he has any right to tell me what to do!" Hiroki gripped his own hair tightly, trying to quell his anger. It worked, to the fullest extent that grabbing at your hair and curling in a ball could.

And as soon as Hiroki had calmed down, his need for his significant other flared up inside him. Every area of his mind was dominated at the thought of Nowaki, every sector and every crevice. He could feel his own hands beginning to map out the area toward the conjunction between his legs. But, before his hands could meet his growing tent, one of many earsplitting bells echoed throughout the building, signifying the first classes were about to begin.

"Shit." he whispered, noting the time, and as he picked up the materials for his classes, Hiroki realized just how bedraggled he looked.

Ignoring the awful situation of looking practically disgusting, he moved to the door and headed down the hall towards his first classes.

Nowaki, as sweet as he was, felt very frustrated right now. How could his Hiro-san just leave him like that?! It wasn't like he had done something outrageous.. Had he? Even if he had, why would Hiro-san just run off? Twice as well!

Breaking out of his reverie, the man came face to face with his sempai, Tsumori's face twisted into a confused look and staring up at him. They stood in silence, both staring at each other with confused looks, before Tsumori broke the silence.

"Something happened with your wife, didn't it?" Nowaki twitched, barely resisting the urge to correct his sempai. Instead, he fixed the older man with a quizzical look and cocked an eyebrow.

"How.." His sempai only smirked in response.

"I knew it. You always have this look on your face like 'OH NOES, MY HIROO-SANN!" Tsumori gave Nowaki the most frantic look he could muster, eyes widening and mouth not unlike that of a goldfish.

Nowaki, bearing his teeth in a threatening growl, glared angrily at his sempai, a dark aura washing over him. Could his sempai just leave him alone? He really did not want to be bothered, especially at such a desperate time.

But his thoughts had to wait, his shift came first, and so did the children. Children were his first priority at work, even if Hiro-san hated him now.

Halfway through the day, Miyagi's class was interrupted by an obnoxiously loud terrorist, intent on speaking to the older man. In that instant, Miyagi could hear the class start up with a series of murmurs and assumptions.

Under normal circumstances, Miyagi would've asked him to wait outside until his class was over. However, obviously, these were not normal circumstances. Shinobu had disappeared in the middle of the night for God's sake!

So, quickly explaining an upcoming assignment and telling his students get to it, Miyagi made his way to the door, shutting it quickly, creating a blockade between him and his students. As he turned to the little terrorist before him, Miyagi's lips were attacked, plump pink ones engulfing his own. His mind went blank, and the only thing Miyagi could do was stand there, frozen in place.

Soon, he found himself kissing back without regrets. As the ministrations went on, Shinobu found himself pinned against the wall, as Miyagi moved his mouth in an untraceable rhythm. His full attention was on the boy beneath him, only jumping away at the shrill bell that signified the end of classes.

Forcing a nervous smile and laugh, Miyagi quickly fixed his clothes and hair, for they had most certainly become disheveled in the lust. Shinobu, on the other hand, who Miyagi found to be acting strange from the beginning, left his clothes and hair bedraggled, choosing to, instead, saunter down the hallway. But not before Miyagi could catch that playful smirk and the words:

"Later, Miyagi. I will be waiting."

In the alleyway lay a sullen figure, hunched over against the pattering rain. Only three fingers remain on his left hand, none on his right, and three jagged marks etched their way across his face. His hair was mussed from the rain, clinging to his fragile skull while his legs splayed out in front of him.

"They will pay for this." he whispered, only to reassure himself that his efforts shalt not be in vain. "They will regret laying a hand on me."

Night was approaching, and still, Usagi-san was not home.

Sighing dejectedly and planting himself firmly on the couch, Misaki refused to move until his... lover (the word still felt so odd on his lips) returned, even when his stomach growled hungrily.

As it continued making noises, Misaki found it impossible to resist the growing urges coming from his abdomen. He promised himself it would be a quick run to the store, just to get some sort of microwavable dinner, as all the cookable food had been eaten by Isaka and Aikawa the day before.

Sighing, he climbed to his feet, grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair, and swiped a couple yen from the 'yen jar', as it had been dubbed by the boy.

Before he left, his stomach groaned in protest and he glowered down at it. "Shut up." He whispered, shutting and locking the door behind him.

It would be quick, he said, bundled up in his jacket, to protect against the cold.

A/N: Sorry this is so late, the end to grading periods are bitchs.. Anyways, that doesn't take away from the fact that this is sooo late.. Well, thanks to everyone reading this, and thank you to everyone who reviewed/reviews (PeachLily24) and favorited/followed! (InuGirl4ever12, The Heist, and blah0799)!