Turning Point

Chapter 7


"What… is the meaning of this?!"

It was afternoon, and because the school festival was only a few days away, all afternoon class in St. WhiteShihoudani Yuujirou was helping the tall, tanned Kishimoto Akira to make a paper flowers for the school festival when suddenly his phone vibrated. He then stopped whatever he was doing, took the phone and found out that someone had just sent him an email. Now that's unusual because first, not everyone had access to his phone number (a few selected lucky people were his family by default, since they're the one buying the phone for him in the first place, Arisada – because he's Arisada, the other SC members – because they're Arisada's friends-slash-servants-slash-partners in crime, and his roommate)

'Tooru?' he thought feeling both surprised and a liitle bit happy. Oh yeah, everyone might think that Tooru didn't have a cellphone, but he did. He usually kept his phone inactive all the time though, else a certain persistent someone might call him every day thus driving him crazy. At first, the thought of Tooru sending him email was more than enough to fly him to heaven. Then after he actually read the content, he was thrown down back to earth in high speed forcefully.

Seriously. He could not follow the aforementioned princess' mind. He was sure that Tooru loved him even if he never expressed those specific three words verbally. Not that he ever said those words either but… Come on! Which part of him that did not yell 'I'm so very much LOVE Kouno Tooru'? Unless Tooru caught the pink princess' tendencies to be oblivious to his surrounding, he was supposed to get the hint. He knew the said princess needed some space and a little time to deal with some things so he kindly stepped back and satisfied himself with this current form of relationship he shared with Tooru, the 'We're more than friends but less then lovers' kind of relationship. Things such as depressed ex-girlfriend and hysterical possessive stepsister.

But he did not expect this to happen!

He read the mail again,

'I decided to accept Sayaka's feeling so I don't want you to be anywhere near me anymore. I'll switch room with Mikoto once you accomplish your duty there. Btw, nothing ever happened between us. Understand?'

Okay, if he changed the first part of the first sentence into negative and the second part into positive, the line would be like this: I decided not to accept Sayaka's feeling so I want you to be near me, then he would not have any difficulties accepting it. Maybe if he put a little bit of will power while staring at his phone's screen, he might be able to change the words…

Stare…

Stare…

Sta-…

"What are you doing?" Akira, amazed at her new finding of the other's unique personality, walked closer then tried looking at the phone but failed since Yuujirou quickly shoved it down his pocket.

"Nothing." He fidgeted, motioning the prince to continue her paper folding. "It's just that a certain object of my certain affection asks a certain something that I can not possibly grant." Not without proper explanation, at least.

Akira 'hmm'ed, trying not to look so interested in her new roommates' problem, and continued making another paper flowers silently. Yuujirou blinked in surprised, but also feeling slightly grateful, when Akira decided not to pursue the issue anymore. At least there were SOME girls who were not all that interested in juicy gossips.

"If the certain object you meant is the same certain someone in my mind right now," Akira mumbled, feeling the tense building in the blond's body, "I suggest you to go to SC room on the double. I heard that Ritsuko-san is meeting a princess right now." She smiled when she saw Yuujirou gawked at her statement. Oh please, one would have to be blind, deaf and stupid not to feel the love love mood between him and the other one.

"You notice?"

"Just a hunch." She shrugged, tossing a flower to a nearby box filled with paper flowers of different colors. "Did you honestly think I would miss the killing intent he was radiating the time I kissed your cheek?" A light chuckle from Akira and a light blush from Yuujirou before she continued her words again, "You two lovers?"

"… I don't think so." He answered weakly.

"Just friends then…"

"Saying that we're just friends somehow felt like an understatement." Friends was not supposed to have any sexual attraction toward each other in any shape, size or form, right?

Blink.

He gazed Akira's masculine face line in disbelief. Did he just openly admitting his gayness toward her?! Moreover, did he just admit that he's in love with… God, this girl was scary… But before he went deeper in his self judge about a certain Ouji, a group of random girl students walked by, chatting in a rather loud voice.

"OMG I just saw this pretty girl inside SC room, talking with Ritsuko Kaichou!!"

"What do you mean, girl?! She's a HE!"

"He's Yuujirou sama's classmate, I hear! (squeal) I want to grope him!!"

Scratch that. All St. White girls were scary, plus they had issues with their mental health.

"You better go save your princess before he gets molested." Akira forced a laugh and watched silently as Yuujirou storm his way to SC council. Then she sighed, throwing the flowers Yuujirou made the past thirty minutes to the box, mumbling, "Not friends nor lovers, huh? Somehow that brings back old memory…"

'We are /cough/ more than that, you know that. Why do you keep silent? Answer me! /cough/ /cough/'

Akira shook her head, trying to shove her past memory to go away. How many years has it been since I last remembered about that day?

She remembered a pale little girl trembled and cried in the middle of the rain, forcing a yell with her voice 'til it turned hoarse. Then she remembered a boy with equally pale skin came running to catch her body when she lost the energy to stand still. He lifted her weak body, leaning his face closer so he could take the girl's temperature using his forehead.

'Don't leave me…'


"Talk about coincidence!" Haruna chirped, clasping her hand excitedly when a certain blond someone stormed in to the room.

"Ritsuko-san. I assure you, I do not need any assistance to get out of here. I'm perfectly well oriented so I won't get lost that easily." He tried to avoid eye contact with the certain someone, who, btw, looked so pretty in St. White's uniform! Seriously, it should be considered a crime for a guy to look so pretty in a girl's outfit. Speaking of which, he was also in his hime's outfit and he must say that he loathed the unnecessary attention from random pedestrian each time the wind blew his frilly skirt away. It would be better if he could keep his boxer on, but nooo, Natashou just HAD to be so damn perfectionist he forced the princess to wear (pink) G-string instead.

"No no. I'm not doubting your sense of direction." The pale girl quietly ordered Yuujirou to come in and shut the door properly, "I'm just saying that you better not wander around inside this school alone for your own safety, Tooru hime."

Tooru wanted to ask what danger he could come across inside an elite all girls' school, but somehow he had a distinct feeling he did not want to hear the answer. "At least, can't I have Kishimoto-san's escort?"

"Akira is busy making paper flowers." Yuujirou answered, a little annoyed at the fact that Tooru prefer Akira to him. "Besides, you owe me an explanation, hime."

Ah… what killing intent…

And before Tooru could say anything else, the blond forcefully dragged him out of the room, shooting 'Ouji's Smile' to the crazy, sex depraved girl students which, the princess thought, was NOT captivating and the idea of gouging all the girls' eyes so they would stop staring at Yuujirou's not so pretty face did NOT cross his mind whatsoever. Period.

"You can release your hand now." Tooru noted, trying to sound as irritated as he could because he did NOT enjoy Yuujirou grabbing his hands so tightly that it hurts. 'Remember your promise to Sayaka. Remember your promise to Sayaka.' He repeated those lines mentally. "Yuujirou! Where are you taking me? I need to go back to school. I have a dance lesson to attend."

The blond did not say anything. He continued dragging Tooru around until they arrived inside an empty classroom. As far as he knew, all St. White students were decorating the sport hall for the upcoming sport festival and they would not be back until the next bell rang. He closed the classroom's door with a loud bang, locked it then unfastened his grip. "What do you mean by this?" He asked, showing the mail.

The princess rubbed his hand, averting his eyes and stayed silent.

"If you seriously do not want me near you, you won't be coming here in the first place, am I right?"

"Arisada Kaichou ordered me to deliver something." He defended himself, starting to fix his gaze to the floor under his feet.

"And if I remember correctly, you don't think of Sayaka more than your sister so there is just no way you'd accept her feelings."

"Mind your own business."

Yuujirou let out an exasperated growl. Tooru could be so stubborn sometimes!!

"What about yourself? You're already in the first name basis with that Kishimoto girl (not that I care)." Curses. Did he just say that out loud? Did he? Because it was not supposed to be said out loud! Did he just successfully make himself sounded like a jealous idiot?

"Wha-… Wait wait wait." He grinned as he watched Tooru shifting his body position awkwardly. "I thought nothing ever happened between us, so why does it bother you if I am in the first name basis with Akira?"

Ookay. Think, Tooru! Yuujirou's playing mind games with you so you better think of something! Wait. No good. My brain's not functioning… forget it, I better find an excuse to get the hell out of here… "Look at the time!" He suddenly yelled, totally oblivious that he did not wear a wristwatch and there was no clock in the class either. "I really should take my leave…"

"No you won't." Yuujirou grabbed Tooru's hand again and yanked the princess' body against the wall. That time, for a brief moment, Tooru was startled that he could not think of anything. He never saw this wild side of Yuujirou. The blond was usually a calm person, slight humorous and all but never wild. And his eyes… they were so full of lust.

He gulped, throwing his face to the side nervously as Yuujirou pinned him against the wall. Of course, being a healthy teenager that he was, his mind was already wandering toward THAT direction, especially after he saw the lust in the blond's eyes, and damn it, he's getting so turned on just by it. 'Sayaka. Promise.' His conscience tried to take control. 'Promises have to be fulfilled.'

"Do you want to tell me the truth or…" Yuujirou gently plant a kiss on the other's neck then slowly nipped it, making Tooru to quiver.

'Your promise to Sayaka! Remember?!'

What had he promised the girl anyway? Oh yeah, stay away from Yuujirou. Right. He's going to stay far away from Yuujirou. Far far away.

'You're doing the opposite, you know that?!'

Am not! He heard himself shouted mentally. Who said he was doing the opposite?! Just watch, he's going to shove the blond right away.

"Aah…" Tooru bit his lower lip, holding down a painful groan a split second before he felt a ticklish sensation as Yuujirou licked the new wound he made. "Don't…" He pleaded. Heh, seemed like his conscience had done a great job in taking control of his body. "Stop." He continued, gathering all the energy he had left to push the blond away. He swore he heard a suppressed chuckle before Yuujirou, despite of his pleas, kept attacking his sensitive spot. And good God, he's so good at it. "Wha-.. you… Where are you touching?!"

"You said 'don't stop'.." Was his cheap excuse to keep molesting the poor princess. "I'm only doing what you told me to." Well, if there was one thing he liked about girl's clothing, it was the fact that it's so easy to take off – once you got a hold of the technique. So with two simple maneuver, Yuujirou managed to slid the clothes down, revealing the notorious pink G-string. Yuujirou just could not stop himself from doing a naughty whistle all the while suppressing a laughter at that.

Had Tooru had a lighter skin color, he'd look like a steam crab right then and there.

"It's not like what you- AAHH!!" He plunged his fingers at the blond's shoulder then squirmed.

Now, Tooru did not have to have a lighter skin color to look like a steam crab.

Pant. Pant. Curses.

"Change your mind yet?" He asked, planting a kiss on Tooru's lips as he stop manhandling the princess' lower part.

He gazed the blond intensely, blood still rushing to his head making him unable to think clearly. He wanted to say that yes, he did change his mind, and yes, he's going to tell the reason behind his email, but it seemed like his voice wouldn't come out. Instead, he grabbed Yuujirou's hand and placed it around his waist while pulling the blond's face closer so he could kiss his lips.

It didn't took long before Yuujirou moved his hand lower, inserting his leg between Tooru's and spread them with it.

Conscience be damned.

Screw Sayaka and the promise. The girl was not anywhere in the near vicinity after all.


Sakamoto sighed for God knows how many times that afternoon, something he did not normally do in normal condition. But then again, he was not in his normal condition. In fact, he could not get himself to concentrate at all ever since he met the mysterious feisty girl.

"Sakamoto sama…" Mikoto called worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Ah, sorry. My mind just wandered off somewhere.."

"You sure you're not sick?"

He shrugged and decided to shove all unnecessary thoughts away. "I'm fine. I think I'll go check others' progress now."


"So you're trying to avoid me because if not, Sayaka would do something nasty to me?"

The blue haired princess grabbed his clothes and carefully put it on again as he nodded. "Remember about my ex? She pushed her from a crossing bridge on our way home from school."

"Hm…" Tooru did not need to turn around to find out that Yuujirou was staring at him intently. "So you two got back from school together? I'm jealous."

"Wha-!!" Blushed, "What are you talking about? It's in the past, what's there to be jealous about?"

"Do you notice that your expression turn soft when you talk about your ex?" He helped Tooru zipped his clothes before he embraced the princess from behind. "How can I not be jealous?"

"We're not friends, and we're not lovers..." He muttered, more to himself, "So what are we?"

Yuujiro stared the other for a while before he tightened his hug, "Hey, Tooru…" He called seductively, "Please be mine…"

No answer. Good thing, Yuujirou deducted, because that means the other party was contemplating about the idea. The Princess would usually start rambling on and on about his ex girlfriend and Sayaka and other things he did not pay attention to whenever he hinted how much he wanted him, Kouno Tooru, for himself.

"I… Wait.. my cellphone is vibrating."

He took out the cellphone from the side pocket, at least Natashou was considerate enough to put several pockets in his gown, and look at the blinking screen. It read 'Hospital'. Damn it. The last time he received a call from the hospital was when his ex attempted suicide… "Hello."


Disclaimer: Not mine.