A/N: Wahahahahaha! I have returned with another chapter! Ok so in this chapter we finally get to see my little rendition of Hakkai. He's not that different from the original thing. Still polite and smiling. I'm sorry that this took so long to update but its kinda hard. I couldn't figure out what Hakkai and Gojyo should say, plus I've got the flu and need to rest and I'm a bit delirious. Okidoki then, lets get on with it...

Sesshy Is Sexii: Confidence and self-esteem…I'll work on that. I'm glad you like it, I didn't think anyone would and I'm not saying that because I don't have self-esteem, I really didn't think anyone would like it but I'm glad you do.

Altosaxkrs1: Thank you. I love Hakkai too…who doesn't?

Ring…ring…ring…beepbeepbeep.

The sound that Gojyo had been hearing for the past hour and a half, the busy signal. Who was this guy? Why was he on the phone for so long? I'll try to call tomorrow when he's hopefully less busy. Gojyo thought, putting the phone down. "Time for bed." He said to himself, stretching and heading towards his bedroom door. He walked in and shut the door behind him before pulling off his shirt and flinging it to God-knows-where. He looked around at his room, which looked like a tornado had gone through it ten times over. If only mom and dad could see this, man, they'd be laughing their asses off. That thought seemed amusing at first but after about three seconds it made him kind of…sad. He didn't like to think about his parents that much. They had thrown him out of the house when he was fifteen because he wasn't his father's child. He found it ridiculous that his mother slept with another man and then threw him out of the house once he was old enough. His father knew that Gojyo wasn't his and his mother admitted it and said she was sorry and that she would get rid of him as soon as possible. His mother didn't dare get a divorce because his father was filthy rich. So one night his father gave him a suitcase and one hundred dollars. Well…he gave him a suitcase anyway and then Gojyo had threatened to go to social services if he didn't give him cash. With that money he managed to spend a few night at some cheap, shitty motel until he got a job and could get his own apartment. The thought of his parent still bothered him though. He hadn't heard from them or his step-brother once in two years…

The sound of the phone ringing jolted him out of his reverie. He looked around not quite sure if it was his or his neighbors, that happened a lot. When the phone rang again he was sure it was his. He ran to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Cho Hakkai, I think you called earlier?"

"Oh yeah, hi. This is Sha Gojyo, you don't know me but we go to the same high school and I, uh, saw your flier for help in twelfth grade math and, uh, I was wondering if…I could take you up on that offer…"

"Oh, yes…sure we could arrange to have some sort of meeting if you'd like. We could meet tomorrow during lunch and set up a time and place."

"Uh…yeah, sure, that would be great. Thanks."

"No problem, I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you…"

Gojyo hung up the phone. He hadn't realized how embarrassing it was to have a tutor who was in your grade.

"I got a tutor." Gojyo announced to Sanzo and Goku the next morning during homeroom.

"Whoop-de-shit" Sanzo said, not even looking up from the book he was engrossed in.

"Thank you so much for your support, Genjyo Sanzo." Gojyo said, looking daggers at Sanzo.

"No problem" Sanzo said sarcastically

"Keh…prick…"

"Hey," said one of the prep boys that sat near them, "could you guys actually try not getting into some form of a fight this morning" he said with a look of disgust on his face. Goku, Gojyo, and Sanzo just glared at the guy. The three weren't exactly popular/preps and usually hated everyone that were. They were more on the punky/rebel list. Sanzo could be part of the prep's group, he was smart, handsome, and was pretty much clean-cut when he wanted to be but he hated people who went with something just because their friends say so and can't think for themselves so he stuck with being a rebel.

"How 'bout you mind your own business, pretty boy." Sanzo said in a calm voice. The whole thing would have turned into one big fight if their teacher hadn't arrived.

"Morning class." The purple haired teacher said cheerfully.

"Morning Ms. Yaone." Came the conditioned response from the students in monotone.

Gojyo walked out onto the grounds, where everyone usually ate their lunch. He looked around at all the kids eating and chatting away. He suddenly realized that he didn't have a clue of what Cho Hakkai looked like. Great, he thought, bitterly, this is startin' out really terrific.

"Excuse me, are you Sha Gojyo?" said a soft voice behind him. Gojyo turned quickly to see a young man, slightly shorter than himself, with dark brown hair and stunning emerald eyes. He wore glasses and a black turtleneck and khaki pants.

"Uh…yeah, I'm Gojyo…" he said slowly, there was something about this guy that made him feel…not uneasy but…something else.

"It Cho Hakkai." He said, bowing slightly.

"Oh yeah? Ok…cool.." he was starting to feel a bit apprehensive, this guy was to polite to be real. They walked together to the nearest available table and sat down.

"So you're having troubles in math?"

"Yeah, calculus" Gojyo said in a it's-no-big-deal tone.

"Well…its very rare for anyone to be really good in math, let alone calculus."

"But you've got to be pretty good at it to actually be tutoring people in it." Gojyo said cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes, well…I guess I've just got a mind that works in numbers."

"Right…"

Hakkai looked at the red head. There was something about him that reminded of him of something. He felt like he had known Sha Gojyo for years, the feeling creeped him out a bit.

"Well," he said breaking the tension that had been slowly building between the two, "should we set up a date?"

Gojyo stirred at the word 'date'. For some reason he couldn't stop thinking that Hakkai's eyes were so…beautiful…What the hell am I thinking!, he suddenly thought. Then he realized that Hakkai was waiting for an answer.

"Oh…yeah…sorry. Um…your flier said that you were available…Thursdays and Saturdays…I think." At his words, Hakkai face seemed to fall a bit.

"Oh, uh, yes it did but I'm available just about everyday except for Sundays now." He said, his voice carried a slightly sad note to it.

"Ah…well…um, I'm free…any week day, really." Gojyo didn't belong to any clubs or anything.

"Ok so…how about Mondays and Wednesdays? At…say…seven?" Hakkai said just randomly picking out days and times.

"Ok, sure." Gojyo said. The tension was unbelievable. They were both feeling the same strange emotion that they couldn't quite place. "Where should we meet?" Gojyo asked. "…You're place?" Hakkai suggested. He didn't want to go and study at the library because sometimes it got a little crowded. "Yeah, that's fine. Here…um do you have a piece of paper and a pen?" "Yes, here." He motioned to the bag that he had brought with him. He pulled out the needed items and handed them to Gojyo, who scribbled down his address and his phone number.

"Thank you, Gojyo-san." Said Hakkai cheerfully, all traces that he was acting sad earlier, completely gone.

"Yeah no problem. See you tomorrow, then"

They went their separate ways. Both thinking the same thing, Who was that guy?

A/N: I should be severely punished for making this chapter like this. Like I said, I had no idea what to make the two do. Flames are welcome for this chapter.