HI ! Sorry for taking so long but I really didn't have any time to write this fic _ The blond boy sighed.
Wakaba smiled as he saw the small boy arguing with his own feeling. He is looked very confused as he tilted his head, slightly pouted. she mused
" Oh!" The boy startled, snapped from his own tought." I'm sorry, Sensei. I was losed in tought."
" It's okay." Wakaba replied, glancing around. " It has gotten dark. Don't you think you should already go back to your dorm?"
The boy jumped out from his sit " Yes,"he smiled, bowing deeply."Thanks for listening to me, Sensei. It felt much better."
Wakaba nodded, patting the boy at his slim soulder. " Whenever you have a problem, just come to me. I will help you as much as I can. Remember, stay away from certain kids whom you not felt comfortable around. Got it?"
"Yes."
" Good. See you tommorow then." She turned to leave but then stopped at the track." And don't worry about your love problem," She added," Guess I will play a match maker game soon."
The boy blushing hardly and Wakaba laughed madly at her way home

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The school was crowd, not like usual. One big stage built at the center of the yard, which was usualy used for weekly ceremony. Only one thing meant. Somethingwas going to be celebrated. It must be important. Watari never allowed any meaningless event being held in the school.
Tsuzuki stepped down from his red car, looked around to find any clue. He didn't find it tough. Nothing explained for what event it was. Only few students worked for the stage. Another must be already sit in the class. Not every student given an permission to skip the class, except for the student's council.Tsuzuki stepped closer to one of the boy who was holding a big pink banner. The boy noticed him and bowed to show his respect.
" Good morning, Sensei," he greeted.
Tsuzuki nodded." Good morning too. What are you working at? Is that some kind of a stage?"
" Yes, sensei," The boy replied politely, pointed at the banner he held. " This is all for Valentine day. We asked our headmaster whether we could celebrate it or not and to our suprise he approved it. He said that students need a break too. Valentine is still a week later. We have more than enough time to prepare. We planned to invite the girls from Kanaka High School."
" Girls?" Tsuzuki asking back,"Well, it quite an advancement. Our school never held a joined party before. The student must be happy."
" Yes, Sensei," The boy grinned widely." Most of my friends couldn't stop bouncing the first time I told them this news."
Tsuzuki smiled, imagined in his head the silly action. No wonder. I't easy to get bored when all you could see everyday is only boy and boy also. The most happiness time to feel love at school expecially at high school would be wasted. Well, except that you liked to see another boy, expecially the pretty feminine looking....
Tsuzuki added, then quickly dismissed it from his head. he grumbled irritably.
" Sensei?" The boy chirped, oblivious at his teacher changed of mood." Do you want to help? There's still so much thing to do"
" I'm sorry but I can't ,"Tsuzuki rejected the offer," I still have some class to teach. Maybe later."
The student nodded and muttered some kind of thanks. Tsuzuki smiled, heading for his class. Hee passed the long corridor quickly, realizing that he's already late. Certainly didn't want for his students to wait anytime more longer.
He stopped in front of the class, turning the handle before entered. All of the students stood up, gave him a morning greeting. Tsuzuki told them to sit and placed his books at the table. His eyes reluctantly caught a small boy sat at the back. Was it a coincidence but Tsuzuki realized that the boy's emerald eyes locked at him too. Hijiri's eyes. Hijiri was always looked at him the same way.
Tsuzuki cursed
" CLAS!!" Tsuzuki yelled, half from frustation." Open your book! We'll begin from where we left before!"
And he shot a dead glare at the poor boy who was still stared at him innocently. It was worked, for the boy looked startled and quickly lowered his head guiltily.He still hasn't lifted his head after few minutes but T suzuki didn't paid any care. , He taught. But the way the boy sat was rather strange. He sat very close to the edge of the chair like he wanted to keep as far away as possible with the one sat beside him. It was Kuwabara.
Tsuzuki shook his head, scolded himself for once again got distracted to the boy. He reminded himself.

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The little boy didn't dare to lift his face. A harsh galare frrom certain violet eyes stabbed deeply at his heart.
He asked sadly.
Kuwabara looked at the boy with a silly smirk. He couldn't see the emerald eyes as it was covered with the long bangs, but he noticed that the pink lip was trembled.
He wondered, surely it wasn't chance to be wasted of.
" Hey!" The black haired boy called. Hisoka stiffened, glancing at him with fear." W-what is it?"
" No, actually I'm kinda bored. Let's play a while, shall we? I think you must be bored too."
Kuwabara caught the boy's small hand from behind the desk, caressing the fingers lightly, playing with the soft skin, slowly moved to his wrist...
" NO!!" The boy cried, jerking from Kuwabara. His eyes were started to be filled with tears. He brought his arms and clutched it tightly at his chest, trembling badly.
Kuwabara chuckled, amused by the boy's reaction. He's just so easy to be taunted. After made sure no one noticed, Kuwabara leaned close enough to made sure that the boy could feel his warm breath at his neck. " What? Don't want to play?" He mocked.
The boy shook his head lightly, low whimpers escaped from his lip.
" Oh, too bad," Kuwabara sighed," But I want to play with you." He brushed his lip lightly at the boy's pale neck, feeling the skin tensed as the boy made a small sobs, warm liquid trailed down to his cheeks." D-don't do this to me..." He begged, trying to squirming away, but Kuwabara held a firm grip at his shoulder, nipping at the soft skin hard enough to left a mark.
" NO!!!" Hisoka winced, shoved the other boy hard at his chest. But he was forget that he sat at the edge and he lost balanced, trashed to the floor along with his wooden chair. All of the eyes which have been busy with the task soon drawed to the accident.
Tsuzuki frowned, approaching the boy from his desk." Hisoka? What has happen?"
The boy's not answering, and for the first time Tsuzuki noticed that the small body trembled from the head to toe. No matter how much Tsuzuki persisted to stay away, he still hasn't a heart to ignore the boy at such a pitiful state. He placed a hand at the boy's shoulder, shaking it lightly. " Hisoka? What is it? Are you hurt?"
Hisoka lifted his head, and Tsuzuki astonished as he saw his face streaked with tears. The stunning emerald orbs gazing with fear.

"Hi..."
" I'm sorry Sensei!" The boy cut his words panickly, mistaking the expression Tsuzuki had at his face." I'm so sorry! Don't be mad at me! Please, please, I'm sory! I'm so sorry!"
" I'm not mad..." Tsuzuki replied, suprised at the sudden sadness jolted in his heart. He wiping away the tears with his palm gently." What has happen?"
" ...I..."
" He's sick," Kuwabara answered from his desk." He was said to me that he got a headache."
" Hisoka? Is that true?"
Hisoka bitting his lip, debated whether he should tell the truth or not. Tsuzuki- sensei maybe could help him, but he was in the class now. He sure never wanted all of his classmates knew that he has become one of the sexual harassment victim, so he just nodded, and saw from the edge of his eyes that Kuwabara made a wide victory smirk.
" You should tell if you feel not well," Tsuzuki frowned, " Do you want to go to the infimary?"
"...Yes..." Hisoka replied weakly.
" Do you think that you can manage to go there alone?"
" Yes, Sensei."
" Good!" Tsuzuki exclaimed, helping the boy onto his feets then turned his attention to the class." Let's get back to the task!" He ordered.
Hisoka made a way to the door slowly, winced as he walked. Looked like he twisted the muscle when he fell before. He slid the door closed and leaned against it with his back.
He covered his face with his hands, suddenly feeling so embarassed and so weak.

TBC

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