(05-18-05) Hi again! Moo! I, again, am listening to j-rock. Thank you for the CDs, Naomi-chan! Anyways, I was talking to Na-chan (a friend of mine who is not Naomi) and she said that Carrot Stix is a fan fiction. I don't know still. I don't have any reviews on it yet, so I don't know how people are reacting to it. How do you like 'What if" so far? Like the little twist? Heh heh, I love writing this! It's fun! Moo! Here is chapter 7. Sorry, but this won't run for very much longer. I'll probably end it at about chapter 10 or so. Maybe a little longer, but not much. I need a sugar high, I write better then… I NEED ICE CREAM! Moo!

Update: I am about 4 chapters ahead on this story and I have a new story up! Love me! Also, I've desided to keep chapter six the way it is.

Chapter Seven

Kazahaya awoke the next morning, stretched, and was rubbing his eyes when he felt strong arms slide around his waist. "Gah!" He screamed, struggling from the grasp and falling out of the bed in the process.

Rikuo stared over the edge of the bed, a mocking grin on his face. "Are you always this graceful in the morning, my love?" He asked.

"What?" Kazahaya snapped, sitting up. "And why are you in my bed, you pervert!"

"I am here because after I kissed you and made your booboo feel better, you practically pulled me down on top of you!" Rikuo replied.

Kazahaya looked blank, glanced down at his bandaged wrist, and then suddenly remembered what had happened the night before. "I can't believe I kissed you," He growled.

"Admit it, you liked it," Rikuo said suggestively, "and why did you pull me on you if you didn't want sex, hmm? Want to do it now?"

"Fuck off," Kazahaya said, bristling, as he threw on some clean clothes and then went down stairs.

"Oh well, almost." Rikuo muttered before following.

"Kazahaya, just wait a sec!" Rikuo said, running after his step-brother.

"Lovers spat?" Kota asked Kazahaya as the boy entered the kitchen for breakfast.

"Shut up!" Kazahaya said, bristling.

"Hey, Rikuo!" Kota called as his brother entered the kitchen, "How far did you get with Ka-chan?"

"Leave me alone." Kazahaya growled as he sat down next to his mom, Hana. Or his dad, Hana. Kazahaya was so confused; his mom was now his dad, his dad his mom. And they were switching partners with Rikuo's parents.

"Stop teasing Kazahaya," Kakei said as he brought over a plate of eggs. He then sat down next to his son and whispered, "Really, what did you do?"

Kazahaya stood quickly, picked up his plate, and angrily stomped out to the living room. Rikuo watched him leave in silence. Kota looked at his brother with worry and then poked him. "Go on," He encouraged.

Rikuo took another bite of breakfast and then stood and slowed went to the living room.

"What do you want?" Kazahaya snapped as he saw who was bugging him.

Rikuo said nothing, but just sat down next to Kazahaya, who edged away, glaring.

"What?" He asked again. When he got no response, he asked, "You're too quiet, damn it. You're making me nervous!"

Rikuo didn't say anything, he only reached into his pocket for a ripped and crumpled sheet of paper and a pen, and then wrote out, 'I'll talk or go away, which ever you want, if I get another kiss.'

"Screw you!" Kazahaya snapped, returning to his breakfast. It wasn't much longer before he couldn't stand the black haired boy's silence.

He frowned and then leaned up to give Rikuo a light kiss on the cheek. "Happy now?" He asked.

Rikuo didn't say anything, but wrote, 'That's not a kiss, baka.'

"Was too!" Kazahaya insisted before Rikuo's lips suddenly pressed against his. He fought a bit, but found that part of him liked the lips on his.

They stayed like that for a while, before Rikuo pulled slowly away and then smiled. "That," He said, "is a kiss. Now, what do you want me to do?"

"What?" asked Kazahaya, breathless from the kiss.

"Do you want me to talk to you, or leave?" Rikuo asked.

"I don't want to talk," Kazahaya said, "But stay…" He leaned in for a second, longer, deeper kiss.

"You do like it, huh?" Rikuo said.

"Shut up." Kazahaya muttered, pushing away the black haired boy, "You ruined the moment with your talking, like I knew you would."

"There was no moment, asshole," Rikuo reminded him.

"There wasn't then!" Kazahaya insisted.

"So there was here?" Rikuo asked.

"This was different…" Kazahaya muttered. He sighed, leaning back against the back of the couch. "Thanks," He said after a while.

"For what?" Rikuo asked.

"For stopping me last night," Kazahaya said, not daring to say out loud that he had attempted suicide, not wanting to fully admit to himself.

"Just don't try it again," Rikuo glared.

Kazahaya bristled in anger at that. "You really don't care at all about me, do you?" He snapped, "I bet that you're just going to use me! Jerk! Asshole!"

"Love you too," Rikuo muttered under his breath. Then, so that Kazahaya could hear, he said, "Just saying that it was stupid of you, baka, to try to kill yourself just because of who your parents love. Just live with it."

"A healthy relationship needs healthy arguments." Kota said from the door, laughing.

"Go away, nii-san!" Rikuo growled, "This is private!"

"Well, everyone in the kitchen can hear what's going on and about half of them can see, so it's not really that private, huh?" Kota asked.

Kazahaya frowned and then stood. "Let's go, Rikuo." He said, grabbing the black haired boy's arm and pulling him after him up to his room.

"Have fun!" Kota called playfully after them.

I don't know what to say. Uh…review if you like! I'm tired. And it's been raining all day, it's so annoying. Oh, and we had a lock down at school today, some crazy person escaped. Well, I'm going to go now. Enjoy my new chapters!