A/N: I tried so hard to leave all of the OC's nameless; I don't even plan on giving Mikoto's mom a name, but sadly, I have failed. I couldn't work around this one. I'd planned on adding her nameless, well I actually already had in chapter 3, but I just couldn't pull it off any longer. So there is now an officially named OC in my work. I'm not thrilled about it, but K has too few girls with actual names. So, it is what it is.

"Watchful"

Mikoto walked into the living room while tying his tie and saw is mom and Anna. He walked closer to see what they were doing and saw that his mom was braiding Anna's hair into two separate braids.

"What are you doing?"

He questioned. He glanced at the clock and saw that his mom only had a few minutes before she needed to leave.

"I'm braiding Anna-chan's hair. Doesn't it look good on her?"

Anna looked up at him with an excited gleam in her eyes. He took her in as his mom finished tying off the last braid. She looked pretty much the same if you asked him, but he knew that wasn't the correct answer.

"Yeah."

Anna's face brightened, but he noticed a reproachful look from his mom. Tch. Didn't matter what he said, he'd get it wrong. His mother turned to Anna with a smile.

"I bet you're excited for this Friday huh?"

"Honami said she would paint my nails red."

Mikoto decided he didn't need to hear the details. Going to pour himself a cup of coffee, he grabbed his sweater off the back of the couch where he'd left it yesterday.

Since Anna was spending the night with Honami Friday, he wondered if he should make plans of his own. It'd been a while since he'd last had a free night on his hands.

Mikoto stared intently at Munakata as he ate his lunch. He just couldn't figure the other out.

He'd pestered him for a week to get a couch, and then, when he walked into the student council room today, lo and behold.

Mikoto glanced over to the small black sofa that was positioned in the middle of the room to face Munakata's desk.

Apparently Munakata had decided to make it a place for visitors to sit and had moved the two chairs that had previously been there.

Where they had ended up, Mikoto wasn't sure and didn't really care. He was too busy trying to figure out what Munakata was after.

He supposed he could have just gotten tired of hearing Mikoto badger him about it, but that just didn't seem very Munakata like.

If anything, Mikoto would have suspected Munakata to dig his heels in just to prove to Mikoto that he wouldn't give into his every whim and fancy.

This was just another reminder that Mikoto didn't have a clue what was going on inside the other's head.

He looked back over at Munakata, who was apparently trying his damnedest to not acknowledge that he was being stared at, and frowned in consternation.

He hadn't even been that serious when he suggested the couch. It was just something he figured he could annoy Munakata over.

Maybe Munakata had figured that out, so he'd gone and actually bought one?

They had barely spoken to one another since Mikoto and Anna had entered the room.

Mikoto was too busy trying to figure out the mystery that was Munakata, Anna was chomping away on her food as she sat in Mikoto's lap, and Munakata was doing a freaking puzzle while he drink his stupid tea.

"Why black?"

Nearly fifteen minutes since he'd arrived and Mikoto finally decided to break the silence that had fallen after the first few minutes.

He watched as Munakata paused in his―well, whatever you called putting a puzzle together.

Puzzling? That was too close to word play for Mikoto's taste, and it pissed him off a bit that he'd been the one to think it.

If Mikoto had thought the question would throw Munakata off he was wrong. Munakata merely went back to his puzzle with a distant reply of,

"Easier to clean."

Mikoto lifted an eyebrow. He glanced over at the black couch again. Not easier to clean the type of dirty he wanted to get it.

Mikoto sighed and leaned his head back to stare up at the ceiling. Did that mean Munakata had no intentions of using it the way he'd suggested?

Not like he didn't enjoy spending time with Munakata, the guy was fun to argue or really just hold a conversation with―that is if you ignored his annoying way of using too many words to say something mundane, but Mikoto was a sixteen year old male.

He had needs. And if what Munakata had declared earlier about the couch being a birthday present to himself, not him giving into Mikoto's unreasonable demand, then Munakata would soon be his age too.

Was Munakata really such a tightly controlled prick that he didn't have sexual urges? No. That couldn't be it. He had their first encounter after Munakata transferred as proof.

Although, Munakata had been surprisingly good at holding himself back. Hmm. Mikoto looked back over at the couch.

Maybe he needed to up his game. Honestly, Mikoto had never worked so hard for a fuck in his life. Actually, he'd probably never worked so hard for just about anything.

Munakata sure was an irritating bastard. He thought on ways to entice Munakata.

Clearly every time he went for outright sex he was turned down, but maybe he could offer to suck Munakata off and go from there?

Mikoto grimaced at his thoughts. Damn, he was desperate. He hated sucking cock. It was disgusting. It was almost as worse as eating cunt.

He didn't even want to think about eating ass. Mikoto would never be that desperate. Not that he'd ever been in the position to do it.

That didn't make him any happier. It just reminded him that he'd had to play bitch all the time with Kagutsu, not that he'd really complained at the time, and now he was going to have to do the same with Munakata.

Tch. If he could even get to that.

Munakata was having an uncharacteristically hard time finishing his puzzle.

He'd actually managed to not have to work during lunch today, but instead of using it to his advantage, he had scarpered pathetically.

Using the puzzle as an excuse to avoid Suoh's piercing glare, which, consequently, happened to be the cause of his less than stellar puzzle skills at the moment, Munakata tried his hardest to not meet Suoh's eyes.

The surprise and confusion of Suoh upon noticing the couch had nearly terrified Munakata. He wanted to know more than anything what Suoh was thinking.

He thought it was a safe guess to assume that Suoh was trying to figure out the reasons behind Munakata's sudden generosity.

Though Munakata had already explained it was simply a birthday present to himself.

Suoh didn't seem to believe him, however.

"So, if you're doing a puzzle, that mean you're not gonna have as much work?"

Munakata's eyes flickered over to look at Suoh briefly before focusing back on his puzzle.

"It merely means I happened to be free today,"

he answered dismissively. He was relieved when Suoh was quiet for a moment, but soon Suoh asked in a borderline exasperated tone,

"You spend your only free time doing a stupid puzzle?"

"I don't find it to be stupid,"

he answered shortly. Puzzles were very enriching and good for the mind. Not that that would matter to a barbarian like Suoh.

"You gonna be doing a puzzle on Friday night to?"

Suoh's mocking voice questioned. Munakata frowned.

"If you must know, I have plans for a get together with the student council and disciplinary committee."

Suoh went silent at that. If Munakata didn't know better, he'd say Suoh was sulking.

Going back to ignoring Suoh, which admittedly hadn't turned out to be his greatest plan, he reached for another puzzle piece.

It took everything in him not to freeze when Suoh suddenly grabbed Kushina-kun, who had just placed her empty bento on Munakata's desk, and stood up.

Munakata stared fixedly at his puzzle and, thankfully, found where the piece he'd just picked up went. Munakata was sure that he presented the perfect visage of calm and relaxation.

He glimpsed up when Suoh, while carry Kushina-kun like she was a laundry basket on his hip, made his way to the couch and plopped down on it.

Suoh then stretched out on his back, his legs dangling over the arm, and placed Kushina-kun on his stomach. He then proceeded to close his eyes.

Munakata stared a little dumbfounded. It seemed Suoh had been serious about wanting a place to nap. Munakata couldn't stop an amused smile spreading over his face.

He wondered if there was anyone lazier than the boy who lay in front of him.

"You're bluffing."

Kusanagi-sempai said with narrowed eyes. Everyone's attention had been directed to Chitose after his proud declaration.

Masoami couldn't hide his grimace of distaste. This guy really didn't know when to stop.

"I'm not bluffing! I'm serious! I really had sex with Maria-sensei! And let me just say it was great!"

Chitose proclaimed grandly. Kammamoto thumped him on the back with a hearty laugh and congratulations.

Even Mikoto-sempai seemed mildly impressed, though Masoami could have been misreading things.

"Wow! I'm impressed Chitose! Maria-sensei's top grade. Me, King, and Kusanagi-san saw her undressing once, right?"

Totsuka-san glanced over to the two sempais.

"Hmm."

Mikoto-sempai said, while for some reason Kusanagi-sempai sent an annoyed look at him.

Suddenly, however, Masoami watched Kusanagi-sempai's face transform into a devilish smile as he glanced over to the boastful Chitose who was telling the grinning Kammamoto and intrigued looking Fujishima all about his said conquest.

"Well, I have to hand it to you Chitose; you sure are a brave man that's for sure."

Masoami had a bad feeling.

"Huh?"

Chitose looked over in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Kusanagi-sempai put on a faux innocent look. If Masoami hadn't seen the pure evil that had formed his face just a second ago, he would have been utterly fooled.

"Well, I mean, dating a sensei; that takes guts!"

Chitose pulled a face.

"We're not dating."

Masoami rolled his eyes. Of course not. Kusanagi-sempai's lips turned down.

"You mean you just had sex with her?"

"Yeah?"

This time around, Chitose sounded a lot less smug and a lot more wary. Kusanagi-sempai shook his head.

"So you just had sex with Yubakiri Maria."

Masoami felt his eyebrows bunch together. What? It seemed he wasn't the only one confused.

"Yubakiri?"

Chitose questioned. Kusanagi-sempai looked at him in surprise. Masoami wasn't fooled.

"You mean you don't know?"

Chitose hesitantly shook his head no. Totsuka-san was watching Kusanagi-sempai with a consternated look on his face.

Kammamoto and Fujishima looked curious, while Mikoto-sempai was watching stoically with an odd gleam in his eyes.

"Well, the truth is,"

Kusanagi-sempai's voice took on a dark tone, causing them all to lean in slightly as if they were listening to a horror story around a camp fire.

"Maria-sensei has a rule."

"A rule?"

Chitose asked when Kusanagi-sempai paused.

"Yeah. Apparently, she really hates liars. Something about a past lover or something.

Anyway, she really hates people who lie to her. That's why you're never ever supposed to lie to her or break a promise.

I heard from my sempai that her first year working here, a student promised sensei that he'd have his late work turned in by a certain date.

But, when the day finally came, he didn't have it. Sensei found out that he'd only told her that to placate her and keep her off his case."

Kusanagi-sempai paused as if he wasn't sure he should continue.

"A-and?"

Chitose nervously asked. Kusanagi-sempai gave him a searching look, appearing to be appraising whether he thought he could handle it.

"And, after that day, nobody saw him again."

Masoami made a disbelieving face before he could stop himself. Kusanagi-sempai caught it, and his eyes latched on to his. Masoami shifted nervously.

"What? You don't believe me, Dewa?"

Kusanagi-sempai asked. Everyone's eyes turned to Masoami.

"Err. I don't know."

He mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact with Kusanagi-sempai. He didn't want to get involved. Kusanagi-sempai sighed.

"Well, I guess it does sound pretty far-fetched, but that's not even the creepiest part."

Chitose audibly gulped.

"It's not?"

This time it was Kammamoto who asked. Kusanagi-sempai shook his head.

"Nope. At the end of last year, a student promised Maria-sempai he'd be right back after going to the bathroom."

"And he didn't come back?"

Totsuka-san's whisper seemed to add to the atmosphere that Kusanagi-sempai had created. Masoami wondered if that was on purpose.

"Oh, so you haven't heard either, eh Totsuka?"

At Totsuka-san's shake of the head, Kusanagi-sempai continued.

"Well, he did come back. Of course, I would have too after someone threatened to cut off my pinky finger."

"Eh?"

Chitose questioned in disbelief. That explained 'Yubakiri' Masoami thought blandly.

"Oh yeah. I heard Maria-sensei said it with a smile on her face and as pleasantly as can be.

The guy actually made it back in record time.

So, Chitose, you could see why I think you're so brave, actually doing a thing like that with sensei."

Chitose laughed nervously.

"You're just pulling my leg Sempai, that never happened. No way the principal would let that slide."

Masoami found it ironic that Chitose was putting the principal in such a favorable light after all he'd said just last week.

"Eh? You don't believe me huh? Well, I'm not the only one who's heard the story, right Mikoto?"

Kusanagi-sempai had a disturbing smile stretch across his face as he turned to Mikoto-sempai. Chitose turned desperately to look at Mikoto-sempai.

"Calm down, you don't have to worry,"

Mikoto-sempai drawled lazily. Chitose let out a relieved breath.

"It's not like you actually went and made a promise with her or somethin' right?"

Chitose blanched while Kusanagi-sempai's eyes twinkled in sadistic glee. Masoami actually felt a little bad for Chitose.

Mikoto-sempai and Kusanagi-sempai hadn't been in the best of moods lately, and it looked like they'd decided to take out their frustrations on him.

Masoami caught Totsuka-san's eyes and saw the mirth in them. So he wasn't the only one aware of what was going on after all.

"I'm guessing by that look on your face, Chitose, that you did, in fact, make a promise. Hmm. That's not good. You haven't broken it yet have you?"

Chitose frantically shook his head.

"Well that's good, cause even Mikoto might not be able to save you then. Maria-sensei's one of the sensei that aren't afraid of him."

Maybe this would keep Chitose from jumping from woman to woman. God knows he needed to calm down.

Ever since he broke up with his girlfriend of three years last year he's been inconsolable and acting like an idiot.

Masoami decided that even after he was alone with Chitose he wouldn't let him in on what was going on. This might be good for him.

"It was really mean what you did to Chitose today,"

Totsuka hummed as he plopped down at the bar. Kusanagi-san slid a glass of soda his way. Anna-chan pulled herself up to sit in between where Totsuka and King had just sat down.

"That's what he gets for coming in there and bragging like a fool cause he managed to bag sensei.

Besides, it'll be good for him to calm down a little and settle on someone for a while,"

Kusanagi-san snorted. Totsuka didn't even bother to comment on the hypocrisy of that statement.

The last few days, Kusanagi-san had been preoccupied and worried over something.

Totsuka had tried asking, but Kusanagi-san evaded him every time. Totsuka took the hint and stopped trying.

"It was still pretty mean."

Not that Totsuka hadn't found it funny; he was just hoping he might be able to get something out of Kusanagi-san if he took a different approach.

Okay, so maybe he hadn't entirely given up. He was worried.

"Why are you just getting on to me? It was Mikoto who delivered the finishing blow."

Kusanagi-san complained. Totsuka glanced over to see an amused smile stretch across King's face. These two sure could be diabolical sometimes.

"You started it,"

King childishly shot back. Totsuka shook his head. And sometimes they could be really childish.

"Ah. Whatever. Everything I said was the truth and you know it."

Totsuka felt his eyebrows lift at that.

"Eh? You mean that outrageous story about sensei was true?"

he asked in disbelief. King snorted.

"The way Izumo told it you wouldn't think it was."

"Oi! Oi! It's not my fault they all took it that way!"

King gave him an unimpressed look.

"Now wait just a minute!"

Totsuka exclaimed.

"Explain!"

King glanced over at him in amusement and Kusanagi-san smiled evilly, while Anna-chan watched them all.

"Well, it was all true about the student tricking sensei to keep her from buggin' him to turn in his homework,"

Kusanagi-san said. Totsuka frowned.

"But it wasn't true about no one ever seeing him again?"

he questioned. Kusanagi-san frowned.

"Didn't I say it was all true?"

Totsuka nodded. Appeased Kusanagi-san continued.

"I just didn't add that no one saw him again because he moved out of the country.

He'd been suppose to move the day he'd told sensei he'd turn his homework in, but there was a delay and he ended up moving the next day.

So his plan didn't entirely work out for him. That's karma for you I guess."

Totsuka found that last part a little ironic coming from Kusanagi-san at the moment.

"And the part about sensei threatening to cut off a student's finger?"

King snorted.

"She wasn't serious."

Totsuka glanced over.

"Oh?"

"Nah,"

Kusanagi-san said.

"It was a buddy of mine, and he told me the whole thing. Apparently she didn't trust that he'd actually come back, so he pinky promised that he would.

Then the idiot went so far as to say she could cut off his pinky if he lied.

Sensei just agreed and told him she would if he didn't come back in time."

Totsuka shook his head, then paused. He grinned. He'd caught Kusanagi-san now.

"What about him coming back in record time?"

he asked smugly. Totsuka wasn't exactly sure when he'd decided to turn it into a game, but he was sure he had Kusanagi-san now.

Kusanagi-san smiled just as smugly back at him.

"He did make it back in record time. It took him nearly two hours.

His excuse being he said he'd come back, but never specified when."

Totsuka couldn't stop the laughter from bubbling up. It looked like he had lost this round.

Mikoto lay on the couch with his eyes closed. Anna was curled up on top of him. By her steady breathing, he assumed she was asleep.

Sleep couldn't find Mikoto. He was too annoyed. This was the second day Munakata was basically ignoring his existence.

This time he'd merely replaced a puzzle with some paperwork. Popping Chitose's bubble yesterday had been a great stress reliever, but now it was all building back up.

Why the hell was Munakata hanging out with his subordinates on Friday. Didn't he get enough of his work during school. It's like that's all he ever did.

Mikoto repressed a groan. He was acting like some neglected housewife with a work-a-holic husband.

He hadn't sex in a while, that's why he was getting so agitated over stupid shit.

He needed to get laid. Soon.

"I can't believe you actually came and got me,"

Minami said as Mikoto stripped his sweater off.

"Is it that surprising?"

he muttered. Minami gave him a look.

"Suoh, It's been a year or more since we first hooked up, and this is the first time you've ever come to me."

Mikoto paused at that then shrugged noncommittally. He'd never noticed. Minami shook her head at him.

"Well, whatever. It's not like I really mind."

Minami loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He smirked down at her as he pulled of his tie and shirt, only leaving his tank top.

"Why don't you let me show my appreciation?"

Minami pushed on his shoulders and he slide down the wall to sit. Minami sunk down to her knees and bent over to start working on undoing his pants.

Spreading his legs wider to make it easier for her, Mikoto's breathing increased in anticipation. He let out a groan when her hand reached into his boxers and pulled him out.

She smiled seductively up at him before taking him into her mouth. Mikoto hissed and grabbed a fistful of her hair to give him something to grip.

She swirled her tongue around his head, before taking her tongue and dragging it all the way up his length. Mikoto closed his eyes and tightened his grip in her hair.

Strands of Minami's short, brown hair fell down to tickle him. His breath hitched, and Minami stopped to tuck them back behind her ears.

He was already hard, a testament to how sex deprived he was, and Minami once again put her mouth over the tip, her tongue rolling over his slit.

Mikoto was now working on controlling his breathing as Minami engulfed him slowly. Her hand reached up and made its way under his tank top to rub up his torso.

Her hand mapping out his chest added to the pleasure he was feeling and he leaned his head back against the wall.

When Minami reached around her usual stopping point and kept going, Mikoto felt his eyebrows lift in surprise.

He chuckled breathlessly. Had she been practicing? He heard Minami make a choking sound as he grew a little bigger at the thought.

"Sorry,"

he groaned. Opening his eyes, he hadn't really realized he'd closed them, his hand ended up shoving Minami down further on him in surprise at who he saw standing in the door way.

Minami moaned at the rough treatment. The vibration it created caused Mikoto to let out a moan of his own while he made eye contact with Munakata.

Munakata's face and posture was rigid, and he was carrying a box in his hands. This being the science room, Mikoto guessed Munakata had been asked to bring it up.

Minami continued to suck him off, completely unaware to their audience. Mikoto smirked up at Munakata as he spread his legs even farther and moaned.

Having Munakata's eyes on him made his pulse race faster and the pleasure intensify.

He fought the urge to close his eyes and made sure to keep constant eye contact with Munakata, giving him the best challenging look he could in the circumstance.

Munakata remained rooted to the spot. Needless to say, it didn't take him long to reach his peak.

"Minami, I'm…"

he grunted, before cumming. Minami choked slightly, but he could feel her swallowing everything he gave her.

Mikoto's vision turned hazy as he tried to maintain eye contact with Munakata. He breathed heavily as Minami lifted up and smirked at him. Mikoto's eyes flickered over to Munakata who started to back up.

"Close your eyes."

Mikoto told Minami. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Munakata freeze. Minami lifted an eyebrow but did as told.

Smirking over at Munakata, Mikoto slowly pushed Minami onto her back. When her eyes began to open, he growled,

"Keep them closed and don't open them until I say so."

Minami giggled,

"What's gotten into you?"

but squeezed them shut again. Mikoto ignored the question and made eye contact with Munakata again as he pushed his hand up Minami's skirt and pulled down her underwear.

He shoved her skirt up and pushed her thighs farther apart. He could hear Minami's breath hitch in excitement.

It pissed Mikoto off that Munakata had remained almost perfectly stoic the entire time. Keeping eye contact the best he could, he placed his mouth over Minami and sucked.

"Ah~ Suoh!"

Minami moaned in surprise. No wonder. He had never done this for her before.

He did his best to contain his grimace as he stuck his tongue in and made sure to make the most lewd, slurping noises possible.

Mikoto purposefully groaned. He wasn't prepared for Munakata's face to suddenly twist. Munakata quickly but quietly placed the box down by the door and spun on his heels, leaving the room.

Mikoto faltered but quickly continued. He'd never seen Munakata look that pissed. He tried to focus on what he was doing, but Munakata's swift change in demeanor unnerved him.

He didn't know why he was feeling this way. He'd been trying to piss Munakata off.

"Suoh!"

He swallowed with great reluctance. There was nowhere near he could spit it out, and he doubted Minami would appreciate him doing so after she had swallowed for him, anyway.

His thoughts weren't completely on the matter at hand. He kept replaying Munakata's reaction over in his head in consternation.

Mikoto collapsed on top of Minami and rested his head on her stomach. He lay between her knees, her underwear was still around her ankles and he was still hanging out of his boxers, but he didn't care.

"Really Suoh, what's gotten into you today?"

Minami murmured dreamily. He said nothing. Minami's hand made its way to his head, and her fingers slowly stoked their way through his hair.

For once, it didn't calm him down. Munakata's face kept replaying in his mind.

There was a certain satisfaction to knowing he'd accomplished what he'd mean to but even greater was a sense of―something.

He couldn't really place what the feeling was, but it was eating him from the inside.

"Shit,"

he mumbled.

He watches as a group of students, as well as an albino little girl, leave the school. It was easy to spot them among the crowd.

Even if the other students weren't giving them a wide berth, their striking looks would have singled them out easily.

Not to mention the flaming red hair of the boy he was looking for. He looked to be in a sour mood as the little albino girl clung to his hand and another boy cheerily chatted away to him.

There were too many people today. He needed to catch him alone. Soon.

I'm super excited to put out chapter 8, that's why 6 & 7 have come out so quickly, so expect it soon. I've been wanting to write it ever since I kind of mapped it out in my head and have been waiting to do it. :)