They entered the classroom just in the nic of time, sitting at their lab table. Science class. This was the only class that they got to sit of ether in cause of the fact that no one else wanted to be either of their science partners. The teacher started lecturing since it was Tuesdays and Thursdays which they did their labs, so Misaki took notes. He started getting bored so he began doodling random pictures on the margins, not paying attention. The bell rang signaling the end of class.
He turned to Saru. "Wanna see what I drew?" One was a picture of a boy who looked suspiciously like the captain being eaten by a shark, and the other was of Saru's ex being trampled by elephants. "Good, huh?"
"Holy cow you need to go to drawing class!" Saru wasn't sure if he meant it as a complement or as an insult but he was sure Misaki need to go to one. He felt like laughing at the doodles. He had doodled over his work sheet after seeing Misaki begin doodling and decided it looked like fun.
"Here is mine." Saru showed Misaki is doodle of Misaki sucking him off in an all little comic panel with words and all. Saru smiled slightly mischievously, perfectly happy with himself for being such a perv in school. "I personally really like it. Great idea hmm?"
Mistakes face turned bright red and he shoved the comic away. "Put that fucking thing away pervert! That's disgusting!"
Embarrassed at having Saru draw him like that and in public, Misaki huffed and gathered his stuff to go to their final class together, which was history. When done, he walked out and to the classroom conveniently just next door, taking his seat in the middle of the classroom. He hates this class because he was surrounded by girls on all four sides. They never ceased to tease him and made him feel nervous and constantly on edge. He saw Saru walk in shortly after himself and take his seat, right when the bell rang. Class had begun.
Saru loved history. He had first hated it but soon began to really like watching Misaki get pestered to no belief by the girls surrounding him. He had first slept in class until they had moved seats into a perfect watching position for Saru to watch Misaki get tortured. He loved watching him freak out and blush like the uke he was.
Saru normally felt jealous since he always felt girls would only pick on Misaki because they thought he was cute. As for somehow having sex with someone, making out with them daily and especially after the last few days, Saru had no reason to feel like Misaki would cheat on him with on of him. But he did watch the girls because he defiantly didn't trust them to keep away from his beautiful boyfriend.
Misaki felt something tickling his ear. "Hello Misaki~," a high-pitched voice breathed into his ear. "So you like this?" He realized the tickling sensation was a feather pen which the Girl behind him was stroking him with. He felt his face and ears turn red.
The girl giggled. "Your ears match your hair, Misaki~," she cooed. The two girls that said beside him began to take interest and decided to join in. The brunette to his left 'accidentally dropped her pencil into his lap. Well more like flung. "Oops!," she said and reached all the way over to get it, letting her hand linger for a while. "Sorry about that." Misaki froze up and widened his eyes, willing the girls to leave him alone. Which was highly unlikely.
"My little sisters name is Misaki," said the blond to the right. "It's a type of flower. Would you consider yourself to be like a flower?" She batted her eyes in a taunting manner.
The girl behind him whispered, "If you do, I'd be happy to deflower you and make you a man."
Misaki choked on his own air and the girls around him laughed. The teacher didn't seem to notice anything.
He felt thankful to still be alive when the bell ring, and ran out of the classroom as quickly as possible, escaping from the insane girls.
Saru death glared the girls when he left the room. They had been way to touchy that day and they need the frightening look to be sent at them. He had been ready to send his desk flying into the girl who had reached into Misaki's lap's head if it had not have had such a high rate of hitting Misaki as well.
"I hate girls." Saru grumbled when he caught up to Misaki in the hall. He knew this was the period they broke off into different rooms since Saru enjoyed learning new languages and took French where as Misaki failed at learning them and mooched off Saru for passing grades. "I can't believe the teacher lets them be so inappropriate during class."
Misaki still felt pretty flustered, and could only bring himself to nod his head. It was time for him to go to his chorus class and part ways with Saru. "I'll meet you out front after school."
He picked chorus because it was the slacker class of the school and he could automatically get a's even if he didn't show up. Misaki went most of the time though, because he secretly liked singing and was pretty good at it. The chorus instructor was te only teacher that kind of liked him, but only because he was so good and didn't have Saru in the class to cause trouble with. He stood at his row and the class sung their dogs for te day.
Five minutes towards the end of the period the speaker called out, " would Yata Misaki and Fushimi Saruhiko please report to the main office. Would Yata Misaki and Fushimi Saruhiko please report to the main office." He groaned with dread and shock the boys who were snickering at him a death glare as he walked out and to the office. He opened the door to the principles room and stepped inside.
Saru heard the speakers as he finished his homework for all of his classes in the free time left to do the French homework. When he heard the speaker call out their names he knew they were in trouble, instantly slamming his head into the desk before grabbing his things and taking his leave.
He arrived in the office shortly after to find Misaki already there sitting down in one of the chairs. He sat in the one next to Misaki knowing they were defiantly in trouble by the mood of everyone in the room.
"Now. Do you boy's know why you are here?" The principle asked as if they did or cared to answer. Saru felt the man must have some sort of superior complex by the tone he had taken.
Saru didn't answer since there was such a long list of things they had done the past month that could get them expelled. He decided it might not have been the best idea to have sex with Misaki at school last week but he was pretty sure no one knew about that, nor did he regret that wonderfully dumb idea. He bet one of the guys they had beaten up had told but the number of people they beat up was off the charts still leaving them in position to get expelled for fighting.
Saru had never gotten suspended like Misaki always did since he manly made people feel bad through speaking. Today really was his first time truly beating someone up besides his occasional hit's with Misaki leading. The kids never remembered him even being there even though if they didn't tell it was because of his words, not that many of them would want to let everyone the dorks had beaten him up.
Misaki didn't know why they were there either, so he decided the safest thing to do was to remain silent. He waited for the principal to get on with it.
The man puffed up his chest and pulled out a video, popping it into a video player. Misaki felt his heart drop; whatever it was there was no getting out of it, even with Saru's persuasive skills. Evidence was a terrible thing.
The principal pressed play, and it showed a video of them beating up a kid who had tripped Misaki in the halls. Then another of a different kid who had stuck gum in Saru's hair. The video continued, revealing to have captured 10 different times they had pummeled kids. Misaki internally moaned in dread.
"I cannot condone this behavior, which is why you have been banned from all clubs and sports teams, as well as being suspended for a week. You will both write an essay with 3'000 words about why what you did was wrong and what you've learned. Understood?"
He gave Saru a disappointed look. "I can't say how truly let down I feel by this Mr. Fushimi. Top student should not be creating this much havoc. Come back I my office straight away next Monday. Your dismissed." He just looked at Misaki like he was a smashed up bug on his windshield wiper. Misaki narrowed his eyes back, but then turned around and marched out the school.
He didn't know what he was going to tell his mother; if she found out about this he would be switched from this school for sure.
"Sir I understand what we did was wrong but you do realize that we put up with extreme bullying for years without ever getting help from any of the staff in your school. And yes adults did know and they did nothing to protect our well-being. Do you realize how much bullying can effect a child's physical state? For how long we have put up with it you should be surprised that we haven't taken our own lives or are even coming to school. Actually I did have to quit coming to school a few years ago because every day I wen to school I was being harassed. If you happened to have noticed we were not initiating the fight nor were we the only ones throwing punches. Actually I never really threw a punch but you do know what I am saying." Saru said this knowing full well that he wasn't about to get out of suspension, he was just happy they didn't have a video of them having sex since there was now why he could talk himself out of that one.
"Fushimi, do you realize that those boys ended up missing school because of the injuries you boys caused. If you weren't our best scorer since you started middle school you'd be expelled for this kind of behavior. Yes I do also realize your blows tended to be very direct kicks to their sides and head, where as Yata here took them with indirect force. The school was never informed of you getting bullied so do not blame us for your misfortune." The principle was obviously in the wrong too but he wasn't about to admit he was wrong.
Saru felt like beating this guy. He had a tone that pissed him off, and to add the words he said weren't even close to being correct. Saru had promised those kids if they got in trouble they wouldn't be the only ones.
"Sir with all due respect it was quit obvious we were getting bullied. Did you know that more than one of those guys in that video just now happened to have made me strip off all of my clothes in the snow and said to wank off and when I refused they kicked me there until I did? This was still on school property. They said I was gay and needed to picture them all naked like the disgusting filth I was. One of your staff found me naked in the court-yard with them, hearing all the nasty things they said to me. He made them give me my clothes back and sent us on our merry way. Misaki would have saved me if it weren't for the fact that he was suspended for three days, for punching a guy who had me pinned in the bathroom punching me repeatedly in the stomach because I wouldn't agree to switch our names on a test."
Saru took a deep breath. He felt stupid for always being the one the guys picked on. He knew Misaki didn't have it easy with the girls but that didn't stop him from feeling incredibly weak. He had stopped really fighting when he felt so happy when his knight in shining armor came to save him, but he also could never bring himself to physically hurt his attackers.
"Listen I know it's too late now to suspend all the guys who have hurt us, but at least you could start now. Those guys on the video were also caught bullying, it wasn't only Misaki and I picking someone to beat up. I really hope you consider that no bullying issue if you let it slide, because that sign should be changed to a no standing up for one's self, or we accept bullying, instead to describe this environment better."
The principal gave Saru a stern look but replied, "i will not have you insulting my school and its methods, but nonetheless we will look into it to provide justice. Be as that may, you will still have to suffer the consequences for what was seen on the tape. Good bye." He gave Saru a look indicating it was time to leave or else there would be more trouble, and took a call from his desk phone which started ringing.
Misaki hadn't realized at first that Saru hadn't followed him out immediately, so he was left waiting on the steps leading up to the school for him. He placed his head in his hands and began bashing it into his knees, chanting "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He was screwed.
"I stated from the beginning that I didn't expect to not get into trouble for what you saw on that tape. Thank you for not caring that your school does hold bullies." Saru bowed before exiting the room.
He hated the principle now. He was completely pissed just because the man hadn't heard or cared about a word he said. The same kids that were on the tape had been beating on him since he was in elementary school. A time when Misaki's threats were empty and enable he would intervene just to get beat up. Saru didn't bother to say all the other things the punks had done to him over the years. Of course he hadn't said that he hadn't really felt any of it thanks to that he could block out noise and pain.
When he got to the hall he was incredible bemused at whatever Misaki was doing. He was screaming 'fuck' repeatedly and flopping about. "And you said I was a dick," Saru said as he walked up.
Misaki stopped with his head bashing and stood up. "This isn't fair! They all started it! Why does everyone hate us so much?" He rubbed his temples. "What are we gonna do now? What am I gonna do? My moms gonna send me away!" He said frantically.
"You know that suspension was really weird. I mean first off they didn't call our parents, and they just released us." Saru patted Misaki on the head when he was within reach. "Also they can't actually ban me from any clubs."
Saru had a perfect grade card and he knew they would want him to graduate their school looking over accomplished with clubs. He was supposed to be school president if he hadn't turned it down every time they asked. He was a starter on the football team. He knew they wouldn't just ban him from sports for the year, but he knew that for the week they weren't going to show up at practice.
"Well if you want I can explain it to her over dinner. She may hate me but she will still fall for it. Let's head to the store and pick up some good foods after we leave." Saru grabbed his shoes from his locker and slipped them on.
His food from lunch was still in there. He really didn't plan to eat it but he couldn't bring himself to throw it out. "Uh do you want my food?" He decided he should use his human garbage disposal like a good boyfriend should.
"Okay," Misaki said nervously and began biting his nails. "Give me that."
What was left of Saru's food was some canned vegetables and cafeteria pork. Misaki ate it without a problem. Although Misaki loved to et, it didn't mean he hated healthy food. In fact, he
Tried to have balanced meals everyday except for maybe the weekends cause that was a time to relax and have fun.
"So you'll still stay over tonight, right?" He asked as they walked to the nearest grocery.
"Um well yeah but we an actually have to walk over to my house first. I don't have my wallet." Saru took the street that would lead to his house instead of the other that would take them to the grocery when the road forked. "I promise you he isn't there."
Misaki's eyes narrowed. "If he is I'm going to kill him so he better not be." He followed Saru and threw out his food in a street trash can.
When they got to Saru's house he waited for him to unlock the door, arms crossed. "Let me go in first," he said. If Saru's father was here he would rather be able to protect Saru than get locked out.
Saru unlocked the door before answering. "He hates it here. He really isn't here." Saru refused to let Misaki go in first but held his hand when he walked into the house.
When they got in the house was left in the same shape as they had left it Sunday morning. Saru looked in the kitchen and sure enough there was a note with his months allowance. He went into his room to find the bed made with fresh sheets. He checked his bathroom to make sure the man wasn't hiding in there. It was empty, making the entire house without his father.
"See he isn't here." Saru said this as he walked back over to the note and money. He read it quickly, snorting at his father.
"To my greatest joy, Saruhiko. I love you very much and want to see you. I don't mind you have a boyfriend at all. I am a bit annoyed however that you chose to have sex at such a young age. I never wanted to hurt you I just needed to give you the talk, even if it's a bit late now.
Tell Misaki he is welcome in my house as long has it's not reeking havoc. I would have loved to spend a night playing games with you boys last night and it greatly pains me that you decided to run away.
As you get older I can't imagine how much of a better man you will become than me. You are beautiful and smart like your mother. Your grandfather would love to speak with you soon, so do try to get in touch with him. We all love and want to see you.
- Your Loving Father, Daiki"
"The man's on crack if he thinks I'll believe that crap." Saru said handing the note to Misaki. And counted his money for the month. "80'000. He paid the rent for me this month." Saru headed back into his room to change into comfier clothes. "Do you still want me to stay with you because I don't think we should push our luck with your mother." He said before he had reached the room.
Misaki sneered while reading the letter and tossed it back down on the counter.
"Do you not want to come over? I need your help in explaining to my mom what happened..."
"Mean I think I should stay here for the night. Moron." Saru came out in a new shirt. The shirt was still long-sleeved but it was light weight and not too hot. He also wore a different part of pants that were also of a lighter material. "I would still love to come over."
He went into his bathroom. He put on some more deodorant. Brushed his teeth and washed his face. After he dried his face he went into his medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of half used foundation. He applied it like a girl. Perfectly blending it with his normal skin and making his bruises fade like they didn't exist.
"Kay," Misaki agreed, and waited for Saru to finish changing. He twiddled his thumbs and leaned against the doorway of Saru's house. "Can we have pasta tonight? It's my moms favorite and if she eats it she might not get as mad."
Misaki still had a knots in his stomachs thinking of what his mom would do to him when she found out he had been suspended, especially on the day Misaki had promised to do better. He would do anything and everything to make sure she didn't do something totally drastic. She was very unpredictable.
"I like making more traditional foods but sure what type?" Saru put up the make-up. He grabbed only a bit of the money, putting it in his wallet. "I assume you mean pasta like from italy right? There is an imports place between our houses. Kind of." Saru put back on his shoes, waiting at the open door.
"Yeah. She likes spaghetti and we never get to eat it...so I think that would be good. Can we go get it now?"
Misaki slipped on his own shoes and walked out the door. "Lead the way."
"Of course. Anything for you." Saru grabbed Misaki's hand pulling him down the street to the store. He liked to go to the store because it had chocolate he thought was rather tasty and ice cream as well. "I think I might be able to make the dough and everything from scratch too, but I can't make the noodles exactly how you like or are used to. Oh and ravioli or tortellini."
"Ravioli." Misaki said absent-mindedly. He didn't even process that Saru was Holding his hand in the middle of the street because of his nerves. He let himself be pulled until they got to the store and a little girl exiting asked her mom innocently, "mommy, why are those two his holding hands?" He yanked his hand away and Misaki's cheeks reddened.
"Let's hurry so we can make it before my mom gets home."
Saru glared at the little girl who had ruined his moment with Misaki. He seriously considered back talking her but decided he didn't want to go up against two moms in one day.
"Ugh." Saru felt annoyed that they had ended up at a special store instead of normal one. He could get all the stuff he needed in either he just didn't really like going to the import store too often. "Alright fine than I will just make everything from scratch." Saru grabbed all the ingredients he would need. "Does she like ice cream? And what spices do you guys have at home. I can point out the ones I need if you can't think of them all."
"Yeah everyone likes ice cream, but we've got some at home already. Umm I don't know any spices..."
Misaki was very limited in te kitchen. The only thing he could make with perfection was blueberry muffins, so he only knew the ingredients to those.
"Just get whatever spices you need and keep them if I've already got some."
"Misaki I may get a huge allowance but I need to pay my school fees and stuff this month. I don't really want to get a bunch of spices if I don't need to. Most of them happen to get pretty expensive too." Saru was a bit annoyed at how clueless Misaki could be sometimes.
"Oh, sorry." Misaki hadn't Even thought of that. "I can pay you back when we get to my house...I've got some money."
Misaki was willing to pay for as many random spices he needed as log as his mother was satisfied and it toned her down.
Saru felt like face-planting into the ground. He wasn't sure if Misaki knew it but when ever he said things in such a way he would always say yes. "Ugh no it's fine I'll pay for them." He really only needed 3 or so spices so he grabbed them stick, them in the basket. "Alright I think that's all we need so lets check out and hurry to make this. Do you know when she gets home?" Saru began checking out but he kept his eyes on Misaki, ignoring their cashier.
"If your sure..." Misaki said with a worried face. "and around 630 on Mondays...so we have like an hour or two. Can we make it in time?"
Misaki grabbed the bags when the cashier handed them out and began walking out the store.
"If we run." Saru went running off careful to not damage the things he had in the bags. "Come on slow poke!" Saru shouted at Misaki as he ran into the others house. He accidentally hadn't slowed his pace and rammed into the door like an idiot.
Misaki roared with laughter when Saru slammed into the door. "Holy fuck!" Misaki never got to see Saru mess up since e was normally so poised and graceful. This was the best thing that had happened all day.
Still laughing, he unlocked the door and nudged Saru inside and to the kitchen not even bothering to take his shoes house was a dump anyway, it wasn't like shoes would make a big difference. He sat at the counter of the island in the middle of his small kitchen. "Tell me what to do!"
"Okay well get out of the kitchen." Saru didn't come close to trusting Misaki in the kitchen. He knew were all the things he'd needed were. "We need this to be perfect." He began shooing Misaki out of the kitchen. His face hurt from his idiotic move but his pride hurt more.
He washed his hand before e first began making the dough and chopping the vegetables he'd need to make the sauce and salad. He hopped Misaki's mom liked salad more than he did. He'd beat the dough ever so often but he took the quick route. He cleaned the counters between each new food.
"Fi-ne." Misaki whined and went into his living room to watch tv. He pouted a little but he honestly didn't even trust himself in te kitchen so he didn't make that big of a fuss. Misaki watched a random show and waited for Saru to finish working his magic..
Saru made beef and cheese ravioli. He also made feta and olive bread and to someone who liked veggies a delicious salad. Everything was in the oven so he began on the sauce. He knew Misaki had said spaghetti but he decided to make a ravioli that would taste better in a tomato cream sauce.
He used romano cheese and sprinkled in some of the dried tomatoes he had decided to get. He sprinkled in a bit of his spices. Once the sauce was at the perfect consistency. It smelled delicious and he was sure the smell had filled the entire house by now.
He was softly humming to himself as he cooked. He felt incredibly calm right then. Like the world wasn't trying to ruin his life on a daily basis.
After a while Misaki got bored and antsy. He kept switching positions on the couch but he couldn't bring himself to be comfortable. The clock was ticking and he wanted to get the table set in time so they could schmooze his mother and get him out of trouble.
He smelled Saru's cooking and breathed out with relief when it smelled delicious. His mouth was watering jus thinking of eating it, and he knew his moms would be even more considering this was her favorite meal.
"Done yet?"
"Almost. I am just mixing the sauce and the pasta. Want to come taste it?" Saru could tell just by the smell that the food tasted as it should. He didn't need to have a taste test but he knew Misaki would probably like it.
Saru had put on an apron and was bending over to pull out the bread. He set it on the stove. It had turned out as it should as well, not even taking on a funky shape. It smelled amazing like the rest of the food did.
"Yeah." Misaki hopped into the kitchen and pulled out a fork from a drawer, stabbing a piece of ravioli and putting it in his mouth. "It's perfect Saru! I'm gonna set the table."
The table was rarely set at his house since e hardly ever ate with anyone besides when he was with Saru, so it was cluttered with mess. He groaned and scooped up everything, dumping it on another table in the living room. He dug out the placemats from his hutch drawer and got out the napkins and plates. Right when he finished, the front door opened.
"Misaki? I'm home! What's that smell?" He heard his mother yell from the other room.
Authors' Note: We appreciate all you lovely readers for sticking with Deaths Lie's updates for so long. Reviews go a long way in helping her over heat her old computer (there are A LOT of words) and editing it.
Deaths Lie: I did all the edits for this chapter more than 4 times and each time they got deleted, so I did a really quick run threw. I was also off the internet since Thursday, so yeah. I am on spring break and will try to make up all the updates. I am thinking each update is worth about 5'000 words? I am thinking about going and reformatting the first two chapters, so please review and say your opinion.