Disclaimer: looks down at her color-fading clothes You would think I would be wearing better outfit if I owned these guys, though I would not mind having less of that around them! everybody stares at her in horror RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
Summary: Mitsui is in love with the straight-as-a-board Ryota Miyagi, his plan is to bend that board slowly but when another guy shows, jealousy becomes a problem. Is Mitsui going to break the board in his haste?
Pairings: Possible Mitmiya
Nagging Voice: Tails between her legs What can I say? I was a bad boy (doesn't matter that I'm a female.) I seem to be getting worse every time I want to write something. Right now, I have about ten stories and a bunch of people waiting for me to write. No inspiration whatsoever. Oh well, it's been missing for a while now. Okay, I'm going to shut up now... enjoy.
Warning: YAOI! Please, if you are offended by that, just press that pwetty X up there, or the lovely arrow that's pointin' to the left, and no, you dun have to follow where it's pointing at. chuckles Oh, and this story is not beta-read.
Comebacks: A section for you, reviewers! Yay! Here's my replies:
Ariark: sniffs Poor baby indeed hugs Mitsui Why all the pretty ones have to suffer? Because they have fan like us, eh, Ariark? giggles Thanks for the review.
Morgana of Avallon: I'm glad you're liking it, MA! That makes me so happy! And isn't our beloved Mitsui our fav? Well, for me, Miyagi is always in the first place hugs Ryota You can have Mitsui! But don't make my Ryota jealous. Blushes Okay, I'm starting to sound silly. Gomen nasai! Arigato MA!
+Chapter Two: Loving From Distance+
Mitsui sighed, his head resting on his desk as his arms hang by his sides, uselessly swinging back and forth. Blue eyes looked blankly through the window at the world outside of his daily torture chamber. For the first time, the shooting-guard truly appreciated the trees outside, looking as the breeze softly brushed the branches and he watched the leaves move away from the gentle air, as if they were tickled.
He was bored.
He folded his arms on the desk to use it as a cushion for his head. He closed his beautiful eyes, blocking out the annoying voice of his sensei as he tried to get the mathematical theory through his students, and wished that he could feel that cool breeze on his face. Feel it cool his body, getting rid of the heat of his classroom. Feel it caress the beads of sweat, which clung on his face and trying desperately not to slide down the steep hill, and give him goose bumps. Just the way he got them when he allowed his mind to drift away, allowed his imagination to help him feel his love. Warm, soft hand caressed his cheeks, causing Mitsui to blush as he snuggled into the hand and gave it a soft kiss. Goosebumps spread all over his body as a thumb ran over his moist lower lip and he unconsciously opened his lips. He was in process of kissing the finger when he vaguely heard his name being called.
"MITSUI! You better not be sleeping or I swear to God you would not step out of this room until you explain this theory to me."
Mitsui snapped his eyes open at the angry voice of his sensei, and a blush crept onto his face as he realized what he was doing. He jerked and sat up straight, putting his hand over his sleeve, wanting to hide the lips-shaped mark his saliva had left. He could not control his blush from spreading as he heard Kogure chuckle behind him, although he knew it was not possible that he could have seen him. He hissed harshly at his friend and teammate, "Urusei!"
"Excuse me, Mitsui?" The teacher ran his finger up along his nose, a habit he had, fixing the glasses that were now replaced with contacts. To the others, he looked like an idiot.
"I said I was just concentrating on your voice, thought it would help to understand that," Mitsui risked a glance at the board to see what the heck his teacher was talking about, "thing."
The teacher glared at his student, not buying his story but not wishing to spend more time than necessary with him. "Fine." He dismissed him and was about to go back to his teaching when the bell rang, to the relief of everybody in the room. The old man watched as the student he had just scolded used his speed to be the first one out of his class.
Hand on his forehead, eyes looking at the ground, the teacher shook his hanging head. Why did he even bother?
AN: I'm sorry guys, but this is the only part I'm going to be uploading of chapter two because the other part got really screwed up. Please review and tell me what you think, and you can also vote for any other pairing you wish to see in the story, or certain, ahem, situation you would like to read about. Thanks for reading!
