I'm uploading the rest of the chapters, so if you didn't read ch 20, read that first.

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After storming back up into his room, Ryosuke snatched his phone in his hand, scrolling through his numbers, about ready to call Mizusawa before he stopped, staring hard down at the phone in his hand. If he called him, what would he say? He could still hardly believe what had just happened; that Mizusawa had said… that and then he had said… that in reply.

That look on his face, so truly, perfectly heart-broken at his words made him want to hit himself. Or better yet, go to Wataru and have him beat his ass for him as he knew that the red-headed yankee would not go easy if he knew, even if he was Wataru's friend.

He gave a small, forced laugh at that. He would deserve having his ass kicked for this.

Glancing at his bed, he pursed his lips slightly before setting his phone down and pulling the sheets from the bed, balling them up into a ball and throwing them on the floor, collapsing back onto the mattress. He didn't know what he was going to, what he should do.

Why did having to be in a serious relationship with another male—one of his friends—have to be so complicated?

Wataru didn't really want to believe what his friend was telling him, but just by looking at Ryosuke's face for even a second, he could tell every word was the truth. His fists clenched and he held back the desire to hit his friend until he could at least finish what it was that he had to say. A part of him wondered why the hell Ryosuke would be telling him this. Surely he knew he was going to get punched for doing something so stupid, again.

"You finished?" he asked when Ryosuke's voice trailed off into silence and the blonde slowly nodded. "Good," pulling his fist back, he let it connect with Ryosuke's face, sending the other teenager sprawling to the ground. Bending down, he fisted his hand in Ryosuke's shirt, glaring. "What the fuck? Ryosuke, tell me, what the hell were you thinking when you said that to him?"

Wiping the spot of blood from his mouth, Ryosuke stared up at him. "I… I panicked."

"Panicked? Fuck, Ryosuke, you said all of that because you panicked?" he roughly pushed him away, shaking his head. "I don't get you. You treat him fine, and then like crap, and then you two begin dating and you treat him like a caring boyfriend, and now you're treating him like crap again? Make up your fucking mind."

Clenching his eyes shut, Ryosuke stood, a slightly pissed off look on his face. "As if you have a fucking clue as to what I mean, Wataru." His eyes snapped, hands clenched at his sides. "The only people you've ever liked are girls and you never even told them."

"Fine, then explain it to me. Fucking tell me what the hell is going through your head, Ryosuke that you treat one of our best friends like that." Wataru told him roughly before shaking his head, trying to calm himself down enough that he would actually be able to listen to him.

"I…" Ryosuke wiped his hands on his pants, swallowing hard as he felt as if he had a large lump in his throat. "Fuck… Wataru… honestly tell me that you've ever actually… felt more for someone then a crush?"

Wataru opened his mouth, about to say "Mari-chan" before closing it and Ryosuke gave a small, hard grin. "See? All those girls I dated were nothing more than arm decoration, a means to get pleasure. Taku… there is something so very fucking different about him. I mean, yeah, he's a guy, but it's more than that, you know?" he asked rhetorically, a thoughtful expression on his face as he dropped back to the ground, Wataru slowly following.

"I don't even know what it is… just… I enjoy being around him so much more than any of those girls put together. I'm actually able to talk to him about tumbling and he gets it like any of those girls once I had finally told them. They just looked at me when my voice got all excited about something and it was annoying. But… Taku would just beam back and talk as excitedly back to me about it. Sure, any of us would, but… it's somehow different, nicer, with him.

"It makes me happy when he laughs at the things I say, and how his hand always seems to linger when he's trying to stop me from getting into a fight." His lips twitched at the thought, feeling a happy emotion bubbling up inside of him. "And of course the sex is great. He actually participates and sounds like he's enjoying it unlike some of those girls who try to make themselves seem sensitive when they aren't with their fake screams and moans."

Wataru listened intently, eyeing his friend who sat across from him. "And you know," Ryosuke gave an almost incredulous grin. "Sometimes, I don't even really want to have sex—though that's always a plus—but instead I just want to be near him, talk to him, cuddle, which is something I don't do." He shook his head. "I'm confused and I panicked when he said… when he said he loved me because… damn it, I don't even know."

The red-head was quiet for a moment before saying, "You sound like you're in love with him, Ryosuke."

"Eh?" the blonde looked up, heart pounding in his chest at just the sound of that word in reference to Mizusawa. "But I can't. I m-mean he's…" he fell silent. What was he going to say? That he's a guy? He knew that, and he didn't really have a problem with it any more. They had sex, they cuddled, and they kissed. He flirted and Mizusawa would flirt just as much—if not more—back. He was aware that he was a guy and he couldn't use that as an excuse any more.

"Ryosuke?"

He wasn't sure what this feeling was. Why did it have to be so complicated? It would be so much simpler if he didn't feel a thing for Mizusawa so none of this would have happened. But he hated that thought because that would mean he would never get to know the other teenager as much as he had. He was closest to him out of all the others because he knew him inside and out. He was sure there was still more to learn, and he yearned to know every bit about Mizusawa Taku. And he may have not wanted to come to the conclusion, but it all pointed towards it.

Could he possibly be in love with him?

"Fuck," he cursed lightly, running a hand through his blonde hair. "I'm actually in love with him…"

Nearly having to strain his ears to hear, Wataru gave a small smile, crossing his arms. He couldn't help being happy for his friend—the both of them. It may not have been what either one of them had been expecting (especially not Ryosuke), but they had both found someone good.

Just then, Ryosuke's phone ring and they both looked over at it. Ryosuke sighed, not feeling like talking, but looked at the phone before raising his eyebrow, flipping it open and bringing it to his ear. "Hi—Aihara? What the fuck are you doing with Hino's phone?"

Wataru's eyebrows raised as the sound of someone talking on the other line sounded. Ryosuke opened his mouth to interrupt before slowly going pale. "Aihara… can you repeat that?"

He pressed him hard against the wall, knee slipping between the younger teen's legs as his tongue dived into his mouth. A moan escaped from the gymnast's mouth and he wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, pulling him closer as he ground his hips down against Akira's leg.

Akira smirked into Hino's mouth before pulling away, eyes greedily taking in the second year's flushed face. "Who knew that someone such as you could be so… very lustful." The older male mused, hand creeping up beneath Hino's shirt.

Hino blushed slightly, opening his partially glazed over eyes to stare up at the Aihara heir. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Akira's grin widened and he chuckled, burying his head in Hino's neck, licking at the skin as he nuzzled him lightly. "You're so innocent even yet, Tetsuya-kun. I like that about you."

"Akira!" a voice called from around the corner and Akira's grey eyes shot open as he quickly opened the door, pushing Hino inside of his room and closing it just as Rio turned into the hall. "Are you coming?"

He fixed the blue scarf around his neck, shaking his head. "Going. Why?"

"Mmm, a date?" she smirked, hand on her hip as she tossed her dark curls over her shoulder.

"Something like that. What is with the outfit?" he asked in confusion, eyeing the Gothic Lolita clothing as she fixed a hat on top of her head. His sister didn't normally dress like this and so didn't understand what was going on.

"You like?" she spun before turning to face him again, fixing the thin strap of her dress before donning long, black, silk gloves. "I had it custom made. It's a special occasion." Rio smirked nastily, sending chills down Akira's back.

"Of course, it's very…" he hesitated. "Unique."

Rio gave him a glance at that. "Yes… I think so too." She shook her head. "Anyways, I should get going. I have business to attend to. I was going to ask if you wanted to come, but since you're busy…"

"What sort of business?" What was this bad feeling he was getting?

"Let's just say," his step-sister began slowly, a somewhat evil looking expression coming over her face. "Mizusawa-kun is not going to be standing in my way for very much longer."

Akira paled. "You mean you're…?" he left his question hanging, knowing she knew what he meant.

She gave a bark of laughter, tossing her head back. "As if, I wouldn't dirty my hands that far. In fact, I'm not going to dirty my hands at all. Once my plan succeeds—and it will—Mizusawa-kun will see that Ryosuke is not worth the trouble he's going through for him. I'll let him know that to get me to stop, he has to stop seeing Ryosuke and once that happens, certain people will already be in jail for what they've done to them, and who would believe I was behind this? I'm Aihara Rio. Famous merely by our name and our standard." Rio grinned. "So I'll go. You'll get a bonus after this is all over, Akira, don't worry."

Taking in his expression as one of awe, she walked past him, the sound of her boots echoing through the hall.

Slowly, Akira felt himself begin to panic slightly for Mizusawa. This was his fault. If he just hadn't told Rio he had seen Tsukimori—and with a boyfriend at that. Opening the door to his bedroom, he hurried in to see Hino sitting on his bed, patiently waiting for him and Akira hesitated for only a split second before asking, "Tetsuya, do you have Tsukimori's phone-number?"

He heard voices talking and hard ground beneath his head and he groaned, hearing the voices stop. Slowly, Mizusawa opened his eyes, the world blurred in front of him and he blinked before sitting up, flinching as he brought a hand to his head.

What had happened? Where was he? What the hell was going on?

"Ne, looks like the princess is awake!" Mizusawa quickly turned his head toward the direction the voice was coming from only to regret it as soon as he did. His head was pounding and he felt a little bit warm.

He glanced around, seeing only cement and broken shards of glass around him. "Hey! Answer someone when they're speaking to you!" he heard a sharp voice command and he looked up, seeing two different men standing in front of him. The first one—who he guessed was the one who had just spoken—had a hand buried in a pocket of his pants, the other hand flicking at a lighter in his other hand. Dark shades hid his sure-to-be glaring eyes and auburn hair fell in front of his face.

The second man stood behind him, shorter than the other, his arm and head resting on the other's shoulder, his black hair wild and sticking up in all different directions, blue strands streaking through it. His eyes were red—no doubt contacts—and they bore into him, a small smirk on his face that made Mizusawa shiver.

He was positive that most people probably would have been more frightened of the first man as he was much larger than his companion, but there was just something about the second that sent Mizusawa inching backwards only to find himself hitting a wall.

The dark haired man's grin widened, eyes flashing. "Aww, look at that, the little boy is scared of us, Ryou." The shorter man walked from behind "Ryou" and kneeled down in front Mizusawa, slowly running his teeth over his bottom lip. "You really are cute. Ne, Ryou, neither Akabane nor Aihara-chan told us how cute this boy is."

Mizusawa felt himself go cold at those two names. Akabane and Aihara Rio? He was positive that nothing good could come from this.

"Tch," he was sure that Ryou was rolling his eyes from behind his sunglasses. "Makato," he stated sternly and "Makato" pouted, standing up and walking back over to him, pushing his hands into Ryou's pockets.

"But I still love you, Ryou." Makato beamed childishly, leaning up and pecking the other's lips.

"Whatever," Ryou grumbled, wrapping his arms around the shorter man's shoulders. "You'll just have to make it up to me later, Makato." He smirked, removing his glasses and Mizusawa was shocked to see one of his eyes were white—or rather, colorless.

"Mmm, of course, how would you like it?" he questioned quietly, nipping at his lover's ear. "Hard and bloody?" Ryou pulled him closer, earning a gasp.

"Masochist." He shot at him and Makato smirked, a spark in his eyes.

"Sadist." Makato fired back only to be kissed hard, teeth tugging at his lips and a hand slipping down the back of his jeans and Makato pushed against Ryou's chest, forcing him away. "Mmm, not now, we have work to do."

Ryou growled. "Screw work,"

"Exactly," the dark haired boy stated pointedly, and Mizusawa felt himself go pale, though he wasn't exactly sure why. Makato pouted, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. "I want to play, Ryou! We've not had a new toy in a long time!" he looked over at Mizusawa, grinning. "Akabane-san is reluctant to let us have mice, you know. It's only because of that girl we get you." He looked back at Ryou. "We should thank her."

This time he was able to see Ryou roll his eyes before replacing his glasses back over his eyes. "What the fuck ever. Go ahead and play. I'll watch."

Makato beamed, kissing his boyfriend again before clapping and jumping over to Mizusawa, sitting cross-legged in front of him. "Mizusawa-kun, ne? I'm Kumagae Makato and that's my boyfriend Takeda Ryou." He leaned forward, placing his hands in front of him and Mizusawa's breath quickened as Makato leaned his head against his shoulder, eyeing him almost predatorily. "And you, dear Mizu-kun—you don't mind if I call you Mizu-kun, ne?—are my new toy…" he flicked his tongue out, moaning slightly.

Mizusawa tried to shift away only to feel hands grip tightly at his arms and he gasped in pain. His grip was a lot stronger then he had expected of someone only a little larger then himself.

The dark haired boy pulled slightly away, eyeing him with a frown, whispering, "You shouldn't underestimate me, Mizu-kun. I may not look it, but I'm a lot tougher then I seem. You see Ryou back there?" Mizusawa glanced back at Ryou, not having to force himself as he wanted to look anywhere but at the person in front of him, and Makato seemed to know this as he forced his face back in his direction. Mizusawa flinched. "He can't even beat me in a fight. Heh," he smirked. "He becomes a bloody mess whenever he tries and—you know—" he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the gymnast's ear. "His blood tastes really good… like I'm sure yours is going to…"

Mizusawa felt hands glide along his chest as Makato scraped his teeth—almost unnaturally sharp—along his neck. He tried to fight it, but against himself, he felt his own body reacting, earning an all too evil sounding giggle from the man in front of him.

"See, you like it." He stated, hand inching up his shirt and Mizusawa shook his head quickly. "Yes you do, and I'm sure you'll end up like all of the others Mizu-kun… soon enough you'll be begging me for more. Hehe!"

"Makato," Ryou called, eyeing his boyfriend who looked around at him. "Get on with it. We have plans, remember?"

The smaller boy pouted. "But it's not fun to rush it, you know, Ryou!" he turned back to Mizusawa. "But don't worry, Mizu-kun, I won't be too rough… at least not the first time." He lowered his mouth to the brunette's neck, hands moving down to unzip his pants and Mizusawa's heart raced.

This wasn't happening, right? It was all just a bad dream. He hadn't really gotten into a fight with Ryosuke and he hadn't left. And he definitely wasn't about to be raped and his body was not reacting this way. Inside he felt disgusted, he knew this was wrong, but his body didn't seem to know that. This wasn't Ryosuke touching him. This person was sick… he was sick…

And he wanted Ryosuke. Why wasn't he here?

Ryosuke…