My summer theatre program is over, so now I can focus fully on finishing this fic. This chapter and the next one will be the last ones, probably. I'm gonna miss these characters, but I really ought to get a start on replacing the various chapters for my other fics that were the lost when my hard drive died. I'm not looking forward to it, but it needs to be done all the same. Then I can start on another GX fic. Well, I can as I think of another plotline. Actually, I have something in mind right now…

DISCLAIMER: Yes. I own absolutely everything. THE WORLD BELONGS TO ME. (Note the sarcasm.) Btw, it's a little hard to type what with this straightjacket.


(A/N): In this chapter, it's set sometime in the middle of the first chapter – in the week that is completely skipped over. Funfun.


"I don't know what I was thinking," Johan muttered. "If Judai gets an idea in his head, he just goes for it, but usually I think things out a little…"

O'Brien just shook his head. "So why are you trying to talk to me about it? I really kind of don't care. You seem to have forgotten, but I'm straight. You, you're straight trippin'."

"Y'know, sometimes, I forget you're a kid like us. Then you say something like that and I think again," Johan said.

"And that's how I know you're white," O'Brien said unconcernedly. Both knew that the other was as far from racist as was humanly possible, so they could afford to joke like that without getting jumped in an alleyway at night.

"But I still don't know what's gotten into me. I mean, I'm not going back on my word, and I think that Judai really ought to learn his lesson, but… I've been avoiding him for most of today. We're in the same classes, so it's actually pretty hard to do. The stress is kind of affecting my mood."

"Well, you only fought last night, right?"

"Right."

"If you're feeling the affects of it now, you're probably addicted to him."

"…?"

"Like drugs."

"Oh, goodie. So I'm going through withdrawal symptoms."

"Because you're my friend, and once again, I'm straight, I'm not going to make a dirty joke about that."

"Thanks. I knew you cared," Johan said miserably.

"Class is starting!" the teacher bellowed. Johan began rubbing his forehead. This class always gave him terrible headaches. Science was easily his worst subject. He still got decent grades, but oh, how he hated the class. "Today, we will be working in pairs. We will be doing more hands-on experiments than we normally do. Please, try to contain your excitement."

For once, the class actually seemed interesting to Johan. Hands-on experiments were always more fun than staring blankly at charts or memorizing passages from textbooks that were as dry as the inside of George Bush's skull. The only bad thing about it was that the teacher picked everyone's partners for them, whether they wanted to be partners or not. Once he had paired Celestine with Noel. It was no secret that the girls had a special hatred for each other, and had since they were in fourth grade. That was how Noel ended up in the hospital for a few days while they sorted out the matter of her being 'accidentally' burnt with one of the Bunsen burners lying around the classroom. Celestine was out for a week or two while they were trying to decide how to get evidence against her for prosecution.

"O'Brien-kun, you'll be working with Saotome-chan. Try to get along." O'Brien rolled his eyes and trotted over to Rei, miming putting in earplugs. Johan sent him a look of sympathy. "Andersen-kun, you'll be working with Yuki-kun. Try to get along," the teacher said.

Johan yelped quietly, head snapping up. He turned slowly to face Judai, who had walked up to Johan's seat remarkably quickly.

"I'll do my best to get along with you if you will do the same for me," he said cheerfully, raising one eyebrow to add another dimension to his words. He slid into the seat where O'Brien had been sitting moments before, scooting the chair as close as he could. His butt made the extra push, bringing their outer thighs together. Johan turned red and turned to his alienated lover.

"Uh, umm… Judai? What are you doing?"

Judai leaned in close to Johan and breathed into his neck, "I told you last night; I'm going to make your life hell." Johan felt his lower stomach tighten in fear – or was it really that? His eyes grew wide.

"You don't mean…"

The hands answered that question for him. One was creeping up his shirt from behind; the other was reaching for a beaker on the desk innocently to mask the other motion. He gasped; he was a very ticklish type. His eyebrows began twitching slightly as the hand moved upward to the sensitive place between his shoulder blades. He tried to focus on the experiment enough to pour a specific amount of hot and cold water in order to get the temperature specified on the worksheet that accompanied the activity. It was nearly impossible not to spill it all over the desk. He used both hands to hold the materials; he didn't trust himself not to start shaking.

Then Judai's hand dropped straight down Johan's spine to meet with the top of his pants. Fingers worked their way underneath the fabric, running down between the curves of Johan's butt cheeks. His face was completely ruddy now, he was certain of it. Judai wasn't even looking mildly perturbed. His face showed nothing other than slight interest in the beakers of water and small bottles of blue food colouring that they were supposed to be using to test convection currents. Johan didn't know how the smaller boy did it. He had also discovered, to his shock, that he couldn't move as long as Judai was touching him. Or rather, moving seemed like a very bad idea just then. Judai's fingers had found what they were looking for. Ever so lightly, they began to press in an area that made Johan's right arm start shaking, or twitching, really and set his mouth to open just enough to let out small gasps. Just as two of the fingers were almost inside of him, Judai withdrew them quickly and stopped touching the older boy altogether.

But too late. The damage was done. Johan could scarcely breathe and his legs felt as though they had the consistency of jello. Judai did nothing else for the rest of the period; he didn't need to.

When class finally let out, Johan just sat in his seat, now pale instead of bright red. O'Brien walked over, raising an eyebrow.

"Jesus, what got to you?"

"Then you didn't see?" Johan asked.

O'Brien gave him a curious look. "See what? That you and your boy get paired together as soon as you start needing to avoid him? Yeah, I saw tha-"

"Not that. He… oh, my god he…"

"He what?"

"He was touching-"

"Well, that's all I need to know."

"Set me twitching like a person with Tourettes…"

"Johan!"

"Huh?" Johan looked up at his friend.

"Straight." With that, O'Brien left the blunette to his own devices, shaking his head at the strangeness of gay people.


"So you're setting up bets?"

"That I am, mate," Jim said with the air of a salesman ready to make a killing. "Wouldja like ta test ya luck?"

O'Brien thought for a minute. "One thing: why on earth would you open up a betting pool for something so small as the two of them fighting – or something kinda reminiscent of it?"

"What, you don't think I can make anathing this way?"

"Well, I don't see who would be interested," he said frankly.

Jim smiled like a father smiles at an over-indulged child and pulled out a long list made by taping pieces of computer printer paper together. O'Brien stared, doing a few mental calculations.

"Them's folks what be int'rested. So 'ow about you tryin' with that inside knowledge o' yours to predict the winner, eh?"

O'Brien looked up with a shocked face. "This list has got well over half the campus on it."

"Now you're catchin' on."

"And so many of them… bets over 50 dollars? For some of these people, that's all they've got," he muttered.

"I know," Jim said, grinning. "Bigges' bettin' pool I've seen yet. It seems that ev'rybody is more int'rested in our lit'le mates than you thought. Hell, than I thought."

"But just from this first page, there's – easily! – over a thousand dollars-"

Jim snatched the papers back. "Not yo'r place ta be pawing through a friend's accounts, now is it? It's only yo'r business if'in you 'appen to be makin' a few contributions of your own. Care to?"

O'Brien thought for a few seconds, then pulled out a stack of bills from his buttoned back pocket. "Hundred fifty on Judai."


Johan stood in the last shower stall after gym class, trying to get the water as cold as was possible. Judai had played tease half the day, normal, unconcerned classmate the other half. Now, almost every little motion that he made turned Johan on. For what was easily the thirtieth time, he cursed how damn attractive his choice of partner was.

This past gym class had been the worst.

Judai had magically lost his shorts, and the only ones they had on hand for him were some girl shorts, which were quite tight when it came to a boy's figure. Johan had nearly gotten a nosebleed, but by sheer force of will, he held it back.

O'Brien, of course, was completely useless. All he did was say 'straight' and then walk away whenever Johan tried to ask him for help. It was getting annoying.

The water was now practically ice-cold, but Johan still couldn't get the smaller brunette out of his mind. In all the stories, cold showers had done the trick, but in real life… well, as long as you loved someone badly enough, nothing could get in the way of that. Damn Johan's incredible capacity for affections. At least Judai hadn't managed to get into AP World History like Johan had. That class was going to be home free for a while. The blunette's favourite class ever had come through for him once again.

Johan thought he heard a door to the shower room opening and closing. No one ever really went in here, so who would be coming in? Johan was pretty sure he knew exactly who it was, but was frozen in place. He couldn't turn around to check, couldn't peek out from behind the curtain to confirm it.

His thoughts were correct.

The shower curtain was pulled aside and small, pale hands gripped Johan's ass. With that, and only that, the person left.

Johan was going to need another cold shower.


(A/N): Why is Slut!Judai so fun to write? He's just… awesome. I love him. Try it sometime. But anyway, the second part of this omake chapter is all the Death of Mr. Kidnapper Number Three. Yay. Note that none of what's in this little bitlet is actually anything like what really happened – it's all fanservice, really. It's not supposed to make any sense, so don't expect it to. There will also probably be a bit of OOC-ness. After all, the people beating up this guy are all good guys. They all have to be a little OOC in order to give their cruelty full scope.


Johan simply stood there with a pleasant look on his face, looking indulgently at The Man. "You took something of mine without asking. I was going to ask if I could have it back, but it seems it found its way back to me regardless. And it seems that I've borrowed something for you, too. Seeing as I have what is mine back, you can have what is yours back." And with that, the boy kicked. Hard. Right in the place where no one should be kicked. But that wasn't the extent of it. The leg continued on its course, moving up steadily until it connected with The Man's jaw. He went flying, crying like a babe. But there was no way that any of the boys would let him fall into the waters so easily. His torture was far from over.

Ryo grabbed the man's shirt by the collar, grinning. "So, do you regret anything in your life?" The man nodded rapidly. "Got a religion? Well, if you have a God, then make your peace with Him now. You'll be with Him within the hour."

The man squeaked and tried jumping into the water, a last-ditch attempt at freedom. Ryo wasn't about to let that happen, though.

"Woah, woah, there. What's your hurry? Why not stay with us a bit? You seemed pretty friendly with our good friend Judai, so we'll welcome you with open arms. Closed fists, perhaps, but open arms."

"You got it," Kenzan added. "Me, I'll come with an open jaw, too. And just so you know, my bite is MUCH worse than my bark. Literally."

"And all of my friends get acquainted with my dea' friend he'e, Karen. Say hello, da'ling," Jim said, allowed Karen down onto the ground. She made her way over to his terrified form with deliberate slowness, knowing full well that she had all the time in the world.

"An alligator?! What the hell is with you people?" he yelped, trying to back away from the advancing reptile. Karen snapped at his ankles.

"She's a croc, mate – not an alligat'r. Git it straight."

O'Brien stepped forward. "You've all had your fun, but I haven't gotten to do anything. Just let me talk to him for a few minutes."

"Still need me to hold him down?" Ryo asked conversationally.

"… Nah. If he runs away, he knows exactly what'll happen."

And with those ominous words, O'Brien stepped towards the now-cowering man, pulling out his gun as he did so. His eyes grew round, watching every small movement of the boy's fingers around the trigger. O'Brien followed the man's gaze.

"Oh, I'm not gonna shoot you. Not unless you give me a damn good reason. Care to? Thought not. However, whether there are bullets involved or not, guns can be painful things." He smacked the man across the face with the side of the gun. The force alone threw him to the ground for what had to be the third time that day. Blood starting dripping from one corner of his mouth; O'Brien's blow had knocked one of teeth loose. "Oh, that's just pathetic," he lamented. "I can't believe that he's down after just a couple of hits. Is he even really worth it?"

As O'Brien started to turn around and walk away, the man got a very dangerous idea. But it was an idea; one that he believed could save his very life. It was clear that these crazy sadistic people were not going to let him go until he was dead, so he had to act now.

He dove straight for Judai.

His hand gripped the smaller boy's ankle – the hurt one, no less. Judai let out a pained cry, hands going to the injured spot instantly and falling to the ground. The also fallen man took the opportunity and fished around for his pocketknife to threaten the kid with. His eyes grew again. His pocketknife was gone. But that was impossible! Unless someone had lifted it while it was still with him, that knife had never left the man's back pocket.

He was screwed.

Naturally, this did not go completely unnoticed by the five bloodthirsty teenaged boys. Every last one of them, now including Sho, Asuka, and Rei, reacted at the same time. Every last one of eight fists came down on his skull at precisely the same moment. As his world went black, Johan kicked him one final time in the gut for good measure.

"Little rat," Johan hissed poisonously. "You touch my boy again, and I will fucking kill you 'til you die from it. Hell, if I ever see your face again, I'll string you upside down and then cut you in half from the balls down. Is that clear?"

"Johan, I think he's out cold."

"Not dead? Damn."

Ryo smiled gently. "We're not done yet. I… prepared a little something."

All faces turned to the older boy, confused. His smile grew wider, as it often did when something evil and nefarious was afoot. He darted into the woods for a minute or two, then emerged carrying a…

"Oh, God."

"Tha's evil, mate."

"So cruel."

"You would really do that to a person? I mean, he's a skank, but even skanks are human…"

"Alright everyone. The women will need to leave for a couple minutes while we put this on him."

"Okay."

"Yes, sir!"

The menfolk got to work, some grinning and some wincing in sympathy.


"So, this guy's a kidnapper, and a molester."

"That's correct, officer." The officer looked back at the police boat, trying not to laugh. She was a veteran officer, and so she had been sure that she had seen everything before. She had been dead wrong.

"So was he like that when you all found him?"

Chancellor Samejima turned a little red. "Ah, no. The friends of the molested/kidnapped person got a little… creative… with their revenge."

"I see."

She would have a great story when she got back to the precinct about her escort of a half-dead man in a Teletubbies suit.


Got the last idea from one of the reviewers. They didn't actually specify that there would be a suit involved, but I… had notions.

I love hurting him, but it's hard to write actions for a character with no name without sounding repetitive. #sob#

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