Of Perilous Attraction
#6 - Sweet Dreams

By Gokugurl

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Dreams are as fleeting and as fragile as a glass rose,

So why are we destined to dream?

- Scarlet, Ayashi no Ceres

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Homura was frustrated. Bloody frustrated, he was; for arch nemesis Genjo Sanzo had surpassed him yet again in the first exam. Sitting down in the canteen, the black-haired youth of fourteen looked up at the ceiling, observing the fan as its propellers continued to twirl lazily around, playing with the breeze.

Ah, hell.

It just wasn't his day, and he knew it. Earlier on that day, he had given Kougaiji, the secretary, a nice, long lecture about his coming late, only to be insulted by the cheeky redhead. He still remembered the flash of anger in those violet-gray eyes, the intermediate glimmer of fury that had led to an extremely stinging response from Gyokumen's stepson.

You're just jealous of Sanzo, and his being better than you.

Oh, but that wasn't all. Kougaiji was very capable of flinging insults, remarks, and malign; but the Assistant Head hadn't known that Kougaiji was just as equally capable of flinging his fist just as he was in flinging words. And the result was a nice, beautiful black-blue bruise on his left cheek; which had led to numerous questions from the students, and to make matters worse, teachers.

Fuck Kougaiji for being such a bloody rebel, and fuck Sanzo for being such a goddamned smartass.

And even as he bought a coke from the canteen Obasan, [grandma] even as he sipped it, he saw the two people he least wanted to meet coming into the canteen at the same time, as the recess bell rang. His one golden eye burned with malice, while the blue remained hidden behind a curtain of black; hiding the bruise as it did so.

Sanzo and Kougaiji. It just isn't my day.

But then, luck didn't always go the way you wanted, didn't it? He mused. Pondering his thoughts, he paid no heed of attention to the other students that were beginning to pour into the canteen, but in the swirl of his mind, he caught a flash of gold amongst the crowd. 

Homura turned around, startled, and much to his surprise, saw a gorgeous brunette boy rushing through the canteen. And he meant gorgeous. The little pretty boy had eyes of the brightest golden, so gold that they glimmered like the sun; and the thick, silken russet locks were one of a kind; whereas his beautiful ivory skin just begged to be touched, begged for attention. Momentarily stunned, Homura set down his coke, and brushed a hand through his thick ebony locks. And smiled.

That smile curved downwards as he saw that beautiful boy heading towards the other side of the canteen, before sitting down at the table where none other than Genjo Sanzo sat. And a low growl rumbled in his throat as he saw the blonde shifting in his seat to give the brunette some space, and even more so as that golden-eyed boy was squished between Sanzo and Kougaiji.

Crap...

But then, yet again, maybe he wasn't so unlucky after all. One chance to get one back at Genjo Sanzo, he thought, cackling as he rubbed his hands together in glee [Kimie: What the hell?] and his mind began to plot a series of hideous disasters to inflict upon the blonde.

Oh yes, I'll get one back. Zettai.

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Dreams are nothing more

Than a mere fleeting of emotions,

A stir of longing and wanting;

But they are what stirs your ambitions.

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Sanzo put on his reading glasses, his wary amethyst skimming through the test paper that Goku had brought him.  And sweatdropped as he read the answers that Goku had scribbled upon the paper. The prefect removed his glasses, and looked at Goku in shocked disbelief as he handed back the examination sheet to Goku, before sipping his coke.

"You call that an answer?" he asked incredulously. "Since when did [-16 +(- 27) –(-35) +3] equal +81!?" Goku shook his head sheepishly, and scratched his head meekly as he looked up at Sanzo, an expression of embarrassment adorning his childish features. "Well...I didn't know the working, so I just selected a random ans – OW!"

[A/N: I wasn't good in negatives last year either... *hands head in shame*]

A nice, red lump had made its appearance on Goku's head, courtesy to the roll of newspaper that Sanzo had just used to whack Goku squarely on his scalp. The golden-eyed boy clutched his head painfully, shooting a hurtful glare at Sanzo, who rolled his eyes, before tucking in his reading glasses in his breast pocket.

"The way you continue doing your maths, kid, I doubt you'll ever score an A," Sanzo remarked casually, brushing one hand through his golden locks, before fixing his violet stare on Goku. "I think I'd better give you tuition," he sighed, and took another sip of his coke. "No offense, Goku, but your maths is hopeless..."

[A/N: Didn't have to rub that in my face, Sanzo...]

Kougaiji only shrugged, digging into the fries that Sanzo had just bought him. "Don't need to be so harsh on him, Sanzo," he said humorlessly, "It's only his first month in junior high..." Luckily – extremely luckily – for Kougaiji, Sanzo didn't notice the occasional lustful stare at Goku every few seconds.

One glance at Sanzo's single obsession meant you earning a fist in your face. But Kougaiji didn't know that, of course. Sanzo, being the complete airhead that he was, didn't realize that either. And, fortunately for Goku, the thirteen-year-old didn't notice. It would be rather ironic; it would, to discover that three hot prefects were well, hot on your every trail.

Mondays sucked, Sanzo mused to himself, as he felt his cramped up legs betraying him in the canteen seat. Assemblies were always fucked up, especially when the prefects had to stand in one row besides none other than Koushu. God, the very thought of that bitch gave him the chills; who wouldn't have goose bumps, anyway, if that horrendous scent of her was lingering like, a few inches from your nose?

Sanzo shivered. At least, it was a relief to know that even her own stepson was against her; "She took my dad away from kaa-chan," was what Kougaiji had said, bitterness laced in every word. "I don't give a damn about the bitch who crushed kaa-chan's heart, and the one who eventually led her to her death."

No doubt about it; Koushu was a whore. Which normal woman would go and try screwing a boy like, 20-30 years younger than she was? Scratch that. She screwed with everyone; even the new, totally weird chemistry teacher Nii Jen Yi. Sanzo had been unfortunate enough to stumble upon the blue-haired bitch while the other had been toying with...a certain part of her anatomy; the very image of it brought a fresh wave of nausea over him.

[A/N: Um...anybody have Reload? There's a *very* clear picture of that scene in Act 2...*shudders* Makes you wonder who Nii-hakase is, ne, deru-sempai? XD]

That was enough about Koushu. Sanzo shuddered, his gaze shifting to the golden-eyed boy next to him, digging ferociously into his nikuman. The young blonde rested his chin on the back of his hands, and, raising an eyebrow, saw Kougaiji from the corner from his eye; unconsciously bending forward to brush out a stray strand of russet from Goku's face. The latter did nothing, only stayed still, shivering as that one knowing hand left his hair to cup his face; a warm, affectionate touch that hinted at absolutely nothing innocent.

Sanzo couldn't help it; somehow accidentally, he spilt his coke on Kougaiji's blazer; and watched in satisfaction as the liquid begin to creep slowly over the dark fabric onto the redhead's pants. Kougaiji's hand left Goku's face immediately; his violet-gray eyes flashing with bemused panic as he looked, horrified, at the dark stain on his clothes.

"Oh dear," Sanzo tsked, his eyes alight with amusement as Kougaiji hurriedly removed his blazer, fearing that the coke would seep through it to his white, long-sleeved shirt. "I'm so sorry," he added, for further effect, not sounding sorry at all; but rather, his tone was sarcastic. Kougaiji shook his head, and tried beating out his blazer to dry it out. "It wasn't your fault; I was careless..."

Said blonde was trying very hard not to snigger in the background. Kougaiji cursed in exasperation as dark droplets begin to drip off his blazer. Goku, for one, couldn't help giggling at the scene, and had seemed to have forgotten about that moment of intimacy that he and Kougaiji had shared just one minute ago. He wasn't innocent for nothing, which was for sure.

Just then, Dokugakuji strolled over, a suspicious-looking paper in hand. "Kou!" he waved, his face cheerful as he sat down at their table, shifting a little tad to close to Kougaiji for comfort. 'Kou' only nodded, sternly dignified, but bent over in curiosity at the leaflet that the other held in his hand. Others began to crowd around their table as Dokugakuji called for attention, and in doing so, had gotten it as others swarmed around their place.

"School play?" Kougaiji read, his eyes skimming through the paper, and almost choke on his drink as he read the play's title – "Romeo and Juliet!?" he exclaimed incredulously. "But we're in an all-guy's school!!" Murmurs and whispers broke out through the crowd.

Dokugakuji only shrugged, his eyes twinkling. "Is the school council beginning to support slash? We don't know," he paused, "But the ones that would be doing the play are the afternoon session; you guys." He nearly laughed out loud at the skeptical look on Kougaiji's face, not to mention the other students.

"It's to be presented next month, in front of the seniors," Dokugakuji began. "And the play is compulsory," he snapped at Kougaiji, as the other opened his mouth to protest, "Prefects or non-prefects, both have to participate in this matter. Only three rules are present: [1] Romeo must be one form two, and must be either a prefect or a librarian to qualify. [2] Juliet must be from form one, and he must, of course, be a normal student. And [3], Romeo and Juliet MUST kiss to win the prize. Got it?"

By now, all the students had their jaws firmly attached to the ground. Then, a series of outbursts broke.

"Kissing!?"

"Guys?"

"But it's not fair! Juliet should also be from form two!"

"Does that mean that there's this 0.0000014135 percent chance I'm getting selected?"

"The kiss is a must? What the hell! We're only fourteen!"

Dokugakuji held up a hand for silence. Silence was given, as everyone was shushed by their curiosity. Dokugakuji cleared his throat. "I forgot to add; Juliet will be hand-picked by me." At several murmurs of disbelief and outrage, he sighed in frustration. "They appointed me for that. How can I refuse?" Even while he said that, there was a suspicious twinkle in his eye. His eyes skimmed the crowd; knowing, watchful eyes as he took in every detail, every feature, every face.

And settled on one. Dokugakuji cried out in triumph as he pointed at the lucky one.

"You! You shall be Juliet!"

Pairs after pairs of eyes turned to rest on the Chosen One, and Goku sat down in amazement, a stunned expression on his face as he pointed uncertainly to himself.

"Me?"

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One was destined to dream

Not for the sun, not for the sky,

But for the love that follows thy.

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[A/N] I swear, I don't know what the crap made me write that part about Romeo and Juliet; influence after reading Ranma ½ Volume 8 I guess XD Anyway, school stinks; I got a B for Science! I'm so happy! XD XD XD Ah well, it's going to be Monday again... T_T I don't wanna go back to school! But it's life... what can I say?

Anyway, who do you want to act as Romeo? [Gomen ne, nothing better to do...] ^-^ Please vote in your reviews. The 3 candidates are:

Sanzo [duh]

Homura

Kougaiji

For example, say you wanted Kougaiji as Romeo. Just type "I want –Kougaiji- as Romeo!" in the review text...so? What are you waiting for? Vote! XD