A/N: Well, I'm supposed to be studying for midterms, but that's boring, so I think I'll start in on the second chapter of this fic.

Disclaimer: God, must we all write this every time?! sees Ed and Dom both raising their guns menacingly Grrr, damn flunkies.. sighs and rolls eyes I do not own Megatokyo, it belongs to Fred Gallagher and Rodney Caston and everyone else at MT. I am using their characters for my own twisted devices and this story in no way affects what happens in the web comic, there are you two happy now?! Ed and Dom smile and nod, then walk off hand in hand Hehe, I always knew those two would get together, lol.

Warnings: Well if you couldn't figure it out from the previous chapter this story contains shounen-ai or boy-boy romance. So anyone with a closed mind... why the hell are you reading this?! If you hate gay love so much then why are you looking at the next chapter in what is to be a completely gay story?! If I get flames on this chapter I get to label you 100 Percent B4k4 Fl4m0r, so be warned.

The Beginning

Chapter Two: Largo's Feelings

"Piro, I'm home!" Largo called out as he entered their small apartment that sat above the Mega Gamers, Game shop in downtown Tokyo, Japan. He had just gotten back from work at the school where he'd been forced to stay after and tutor the staff in the ways of "L33t", and it was nearly 9 p.m. He and Piro had been stuck in Japan ever since Piro had decided they should fly to there, and then spend all of their money and be incapable of going home. Not that Largo really minded, anywhere was good enough for him as long as it had b33r, access to the N3tw0rk and an endless horde of zombies going unchecked for him to conquer.

Hearing no response to his call, Largo moved further into the apartment, wondering why his hadn't acknowledge his entrance yet. Piro had been acting strange all week, ever since he had kissed Largo during their game session. Even Largo realized just how big of a deal that was, but at the time he was to engrossed in the game, and when it was over he had completely forgotten about the incident. Afterwards, Piro went straight to bed, and Largo only thought of it after he to had gone to bed, so he decided to ask Piro in the morning. Of course, Largo isn't very aware in the mornings, so he forgot once more, then spent the rest of the day running around town saving the clueless people from their own fall into darkness. By the time he got home he had (you guessed it) forgotten again, and it didn't seem like Piro was in any rush for Largo to remember.

With a sigh, Largo walked towards the large pile of boxes in the middle of the room that served as a wall of sorts, separating Piro's area from Largo's. He peered around the corner, and was about to ask if Piro had heard him, when he saw something that made his chest tighten.

Sitting in front of his drawing easel, Piro had seemed to have fallen asleep, but he'd had enough warning to remove his glasses which were sitting on the easel beside the sleeping blonde. His face was one of tired relaxation, as if this simple rest were taking away days and weeks of endless stress and worry from his tired body. Largo didn't know exactly how to describe the emotions he felt in his chest when he saw Piro sitting/lying there. It was almost like someone was squeezing his heart in a soft grip, not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him notice it.

Piro seemed to shiver unconsciously under Largo's gaze, and without a second thought, the red haired L33t M4st3r removed his jacket and draped it over Piro's shoulders, smiling in satisfaction as the boy seemed to snuggle into the fabric, pleased with it's warmth. Once more Largo felt that strange tugging sensation in his heart when he looked at Piro's face, and he knew right then and there that he would do anything to make sure Piro always kept that look. He seemed so content, so happy, Largo didn't want anything more.

With a small grin, the wild-haired gamer moved away from Piro's side of the room to go lay down on his own strange bedding. They had been living in Japan for over a year now, but he still couldn't get used to their odd beds that had no framework, just a mattress that lay on the floor. Whatever it was, it was still someplace soft that Largo could lay his head down, and a few moments after his head hit the pillow, he had drifted off to a deep sleep.

End Chapter 2

A/N: Awww, poor Largo-chan is finally feeling the sweet emotion known as love FYI, the inspiration for this chapter (and in fact for almost the entire fic) was the first ever "Dead Piro Day". You all know the one I'm talking about, had Piro sleeping on his desk with a cat on his head? I thought it was so adorable that I just had to make a fic about it, and that's what this is.

Ja ne!

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