NS: Don't worry, Miyagi's just gonna be a jerk for a little while longer. He just needs Shinobu to "convince" him things'll be okay. Or something like that. Also, I got the solution to the Usami-Misaki-getting-together problem from the most unlikely source. My Christian friends…

Also, even I know the opening scene sucks. It's kinda extended from last chapter.

Warning: Brief Make-out scenes. Only in the Egoist Chapters. You brought it upon yourselves. Lol.

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"No way!" Hiroki said pulling away from him.

"Hiro-san, come on. You've done that sort of thing with Akihiko, haven't you?"

"Well… Yeah. But only once!"

Nowaki looked at him sadly.

"I…" Hiroki sighed, and extended his arm to the boy. He couldn't say the things Nowaki could. It was just too forward, and too embarrassing.

Nowaki seemed to understand. He took Hiroki's hand and led him toward the room. He peeked inside, before dragging Hiroki in after him.

Nowaki sat in one of the student desks, and beckoned Hiroki to his lap. Hiroki give in, knowing he couldn't fight his addiction to Nowaki.

He straddled the taller boy, who barely gave him time to sit down before gripping his hips. Nowaki began to pull Hiroki closer, which got his a slap and a, "Stop it! I know what I'm doing!"

Hiroki grinded down against Nowaki, as if to prove it. Still holding Hiroki's hips, Nowaki moved at the same time, pulling Hiroki even closer than they already were. Hiroki let himself be moved back and forth by Nowaki, timing his movements with the rocking.

And it was all going well, until a certain Literature teacher walked in.

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Two blush red faces met Miyagi when he entered his classroom. And if it were anyone else he would have dragged the brats to the principal's office. But it just happened to be the Kimijou boy from his advanced class and another male student he'd walked in on. He wasn't going to be the one taking two boys up to the office for that, especially with his newest Shinobu problems. Speaking of which…

Shinobu, who'd wandered in after him, was laughing himself to death.

"Out, all of you," Miyagi said curtly. Kimijou and his boyfriend gladly left, passing Shinobu who'd managed to stop laughing long enough to ask,

"Even me?"

"I said, 'all of you' didn't I?" Miyagi asked. He'd had enough of the brat's crap for one day. For a whole month actually.

"You said you'd continue tutoring me!"

"I will, and I have done all I can for now. I hadn't actually planned on teaching you anything before."

"You don't have to; I was fine with that arrangement." Shinobu hinted.

Miyagi was literally saved by the bell. He smiled and waved good-bye to the pest he was stuck tutoring. Of course he didn't really think of Shinobu that way. He was more or less pissed off at himself for letting the boy get to him.

Shinobu leaned over Miyagi's desk to plant a kiss on his cheek before leaving. Miyagi again fought himself about following him. Luckily the sane half that screamed 'This is school, not home!' won and he stayed where he was. Shinobu was good at these games, he decided. He'd have to be careful, or he'd fall back into the mess they'd been in before. He couldn't let Shinobu win this time.

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Akihiko was finding himself retreating into his fantasy worlds more and more recently. It wasn't that he was bored or completely lonely. It was that normal life no longer held anything for him. He was alone, even when he was surrounded by so many of his friends. No, they only called themselves friends. He could see what was really going on.

Takahiro had already chosen someone over him. He'd known it would happen eventually. But it was still difficult to deal with. He'd known Takahiro wasn't interested even when they'd first met. But he'd still let himself fall for the guy. And even now, he wasn't sure if he could completely detach himself from Takahiro. It was just too painful.

Hiroki? The friend who'd always been there in the past. The one who, just the other day, had comforted him when he'd been on the verge of tears.

Where was Hiroki now? He'd seen the boy's face when Nowaki was whispering to him. Sure, he whacked Nowaki for it a moment later, but not before Akihiko had seen the hint of a smile there. He should have felt happy for his friend. Happy that he'd finally found someone that could make him smile like that. But Akihiko wasn't. Because that meant Hiroki was no longer completely his.

He was losing everyone at once, and he didn't know how to deal with it. Writing had always been his outlet. It was easy for him. It was natural after so many years of needing to escape reality.

The bell rang then. Pulling him out of his own world and back into the cold real one he lived in. Back into the same boring class that seemed to teach the same things over again. Back to the friends who were abandoning him. Back to the boy who didn't love him. Back to the family that hated him. Reality was a cold dark place. Especially if you were Usami Akihiko.

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"He's just a jerk," Misaki said, pacing Akihiko's room. He still wasn't sure how he felt about Usami, though Sumi had been remarking all day. 'You know, your conversions always revolve around him?' No, there was no way that all of them did. It sort of bothered him though. Because his thoughts were starting to do it too. Like that he was hoping he'd pass Algebra, so Akihiko would be proud of him. But if he passed he'd no longer need his tutor…

Misaki was becoming really shallow.

"You can get rid of her, can't you?" Misaki suddenly asked.

"If I got rid of her, Takahiro would be upset."

"Yeah, but he'd be better off."

"That's his choice."

"Yeah, but that's not…" Misaki punched the wall beside him.

"Hey, Misaki!" Takahiro suddenly said, wandering into the room. He was followed, of course, by his girlfriend.

"Hey, Akihiko," Abbi-chan said, sweetly taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

"Hi guys, what's up?"

Misaki couldn't believe how calm Usami sounded. It was as if everything was normal, except for the weird girl that now followed his brother around.

"You won't believe it! We got promise rings!" Takahiro said, showing off his hand. Abbi-chan did the same, both wearing the same silver rings.

"What?" Misaki asked, not sure he understood them.

"Promise rings!" Abbi-chan cheered, "It means we like each other for more than just sex. And that we only get to do that when we get married!"

"Takahiro! That's great!" Usami said, hugging his friend. He looked perfectly fine, happy even for his friend. But Misaki wasn't fooled. He could see in Akihiko's eyes that he wasn't all right.

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Misaki muttered something that sounded like, "Bastard better be kidding me."

"What?" Takahiro asked, looking at his little brother as if he couldn't believe what he'd just said. He was probably sure he'd heard wrong.

"I… ah, need to use to the bathroom! I don't know where it is, come with me," he said, suddenly dragging Akihiko out with him.

"What's wrong?" Akihiko asked, hearing a couple of sobs. And he knew Misaki knew where the bathroom was. Even if he always claimed one day he'd get lost in the giant house.

"He's horrible!" Misaki barely choked out. They turned a corner, out of sight of the room. Misaki let go of him and began bawling.

"You liked Takahiro too?" he teased, watching Misaki cry.

"Idiot! This is your fault…" Isn't it always? "You really loved him, didn't you?"

"Yes," Akihiko replied. Shouldn't he be the one crying? Misaki wasn't affected by this at all… That's…

Akihiko smiled suddenly, yes, that's the one.

He embraced the boy in front of him, and gave him a soft kiss. Misaki leaned into it, opening his mouth to Akihiko's. Akihiko slid his tongue inside, excited at how willing Misaki was. It only lasted a few seconds, before Akihiko pulled back to lay his head onto Misaki's shoulder. He couldn't help the tears that were falling. Too many emotions were swirling inside him. He'd lost his last tie to Takahiro when he'd promised himself to Abbichibi. And now… Just now, he'd realized the only person he really needed was right in front of him. This whole time, Misaki had been there. Hadn't he even thought of the boy earlier? No.

Maybe love was just complicated. Wasn't everything?

"Just for a minute, okay?" he asked, leaning against Misaki.

Misaki put his arms around him. Holding him as the tears continued to fall. He was the only one Akihiko could cry in front of. And even if it were embarrassing, he wished he could tell Misaki how much he wanted him then. If only they could stay this way forever…

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"Okay, I don't want another excuse!" Abbi-chan said. "If your friends have a problem with me, I wanna hear it!"

"Abbi, I told you. Please, don't be soo defensive."

"I want to know!" she shouted. She was just going to confront them. It wasn't like she was going to curse at them or anything. Okay, maybe she would… But that wasn't important. She just wanted to hear what was soo wrong that they acted this way toward her. She wasn't that bad!

"I'll be back," she said, kissing his cheek.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm just going to talk to them. Don't follow me; I don't want to get you involved."

"Don't do anything rash!" he called after her as Abbi-chan marched down the hall.

This place is huge! She thought, turning the corner. Of course, the sight she encountered there shocked her.

So this is why they're soo weird? She wondered, practically running back to Takahiro. So, it's not me. It's just that they don't like girls. See, I knew I wasn't that bad! Wait until I tell Takahiro. I'm not the most hated person in the country!

She stopped. No, I can't tell him this. That was his brother. Misaki should be the one to tell him. Besides, he loves his brother soo much. This will just kill him! I can't do something like that!

Besides, he loves him more than me. And I really don't need that type of competition. She thought, almost laughing at herself as she returned to her boyfriend.

"It's okay. We're going now!"

--SERIOUS WARNING. (Can I even claim this is T? I'm not sure. It isn't that graphic, sorry Fangirls.)

Hiroki watched his boyfriend, he had to call Nowaki that now, work his way down his body. It was amazing how quickly Nowaki had entered his life. That Hiroki was already opening himself up.

Nowaki was simply amazing.

No one else had ever made Hiroki feel this way. Not even Akihiko, though Hiroki had liked him. This was just incredible, every second of it.

Nowaki licked Hiroki's stomach, which quivered at the contact. Hiroki's head fell back, as Nowaki continued to kiss down.

They'd walked to Nowaki's house after school. Nowaki's foster parents usually came home a couple hours after school ended. And though Hiroki would never admit it, that was the reason he'd agreed. He knew what would probably end up happening. Nowaki could stir him up with just a glance, it was right to assume they'd end up making out. Which they had. Like, two minutes after walking into the house. Or at least as long as it took for them to walk into Nowaki's room. At least he knew the chances of getting caught, which he was now paranoid about thanks to Miyagi, were less likely here. So, he had perfectly fine getting into bed with the guy.

"Nowaki!" Hiroki said, sitting up. Nowaki was taking things farther, by pulling down Hiroki's boxers. "No!"

"Come on, Hiro-san. It's…"

"No way!"

Nowaki teased the skin above the waistband with his tongue.

"Nowaki!" Hiroki cried again. His control was already slipping. He didn't how Nowaki could keep this up so long.

"Hiro-san, you know you want me to…"

Hiroki shivered. Nowaki took that as a yes, and continued with what he was doing. Hiroki fell back and closed his eyes, waiting for the pain he knew was coming.

Only it didn't. Only the warmth of Nowaki's mouth, which quickly found where Hiroki really wanted to be touched. And too soon, it forced Hiroki to let go.

Hiroki fell back onto the bed. He shivered for a moment, before Nowaki cuddled against him. Nowaki was soo warm, Hiroki wondered if he could just fall asleep there.

Then he felt Nowaki's mouth on his. He kissed back until he remembered where that mouth had been.

"Not cool!" he said, slapping him across the face, "That's disgusting. I'm not kissing you until after you've brushed your teeth."

"Hiro-san," Nowaki said seriously, rubbing himself against Hiroki.

"You're still…" Hiroki stopped, realizing how stupid he was. Just because he was finished didn't mean Nowaki was.

He blushed slightly, knowing he couldn't leave Nowaki like that. Just do it and get it over with! He reached into Nowaki's underwear, and looked away as he did what he knew would bring Nowaki completion the quickest.

Nowaki caressed Hiroki's cheek, before turning it back to himself. Hiroki watched as Nowaki moaned, and began thrusting into his hand. He was unable to resist watching all of Nowaki's completion. He really couldn't believe it was because of him. How could he, Kimijou Hiroki, be that amazing?

No. Hiroki was sure he wasn't. Nowaki was the amazing one. Nowaki was the one people liked. Hiroki was just Hiroki. He was sure there was nothing that special about him. Nowaki was just really easy or something.

"I love you, Hiro-san," Nowaki said, kissing him again. Hiroki didn't reply, he only kissed Nowaki again. He couldn't say he loved Nowaki. He did. He really did. But he still couldn't say it. Not soo soon, and not when the feeling was soo strong.

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Okay, this is where I leave you. And below here is a button where you can tell how horrible the opening scene was. Sorry, never made out on a chair before. No clue. I tried to write it though, so deal with it.