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Warnings: Rated "M" mostly for foul language and sexual dialogue. Story does contain other non-graphic sexual content. Please do not read this if you are bothered by the idea of two men together.

A/N: Thank you for reviewing. I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Sustained Black:

Love Lesson

Everyone had heard about Haru's fiasco by lunch including Yuki, Kyou, and Tohru. "Poor Miwa-sensei; she must feel so humiliated," Tohru lamented.

"Poor Haru," Yuki sighed. "When he comes around, he'll be mortified."

"He'd deserve it," Kyou snapped "That guys always an asshole."

Yuki angrily stirred his peas. "The only one who's an asshole is you!"

"Please don't fight," Tohru pleaded.

The three of them continued eating in silence.


Hatori was not pleased when he retrieved his cousin from the principal's office. Black Haru had been in trouble at school before, but never for anything as ridiculous as this. They didn't speak until they were both in the car.

Haru leaned back against the door and put his feet up on the seat before asking, "What's up, Doc?" while he tapped at Hatori's groin with a foot.

"I guess you're still black," Hatori said calmly ignoring the innuendo.

"Guess I am," Haru answered with a smirk. "Ever been sucked off in a moving vehicle in broad daylight?"

"Not recently," Hatori answered evenly. "How long have you been black?"

Haru shrugged. "A while."

Hatori didn't look at him until they reached the estate. He turned off the car and glanced at Haru with concern. "How did you get that knot on your head?"

"I fell," Haru answered simply. "Now if you're done playing twenty-fucking questions, I have some things I need to do."

Hatori watched with concern as Haru exited the car and ran in the direction of his house.

Haru locked himself in his room. His parents wouldn't be home from work for hours. He pulled a piece of stationary out of his desk and sprawled a letter to Rin:

Dear Rin,

You are a stupid slut, and I hope you de. Go tie a rock around your neck and dive face first into a hot spring. I know you've screwed Shigure and anyone else who would have you. You're a fat ugly whore. DIE! DIE! DIE!

Love,

Haru

Haru smiled as he sealed the letter and wrote the address for the spring. He wondered how the bitch would react and laughed wickedly. One thing was for sure, it would clear the way for him and Yuki.

Haru slowly removed his school uniform. He hoped he'd never have to wear the ugly thing again. When he had removed every stitch of his clothing, he stood before his full length mirror. "Damn, I'm sexy," he proclaimed aloud. Yuki had no idea what was coming for him. Haru fondled the rat on his hip. Soon that little rat tattoo would be kissing Yuki's… Haru's lusty thoughts were interrupted by the telephone. Haru ran to the kitchen to get the black cordless before sprawling out across the couch.

"Yeah," he addressed the person on the other line.

"Haa-san? Hatori said you went black today."

"Go jack off and mind your own business," Haru told Shigure.

There was silence for a few moments. Haru got impatient and hung up the phone.

He stayed on the couch idly nibbling the antennae thinking about what he could do for fun. He then stared at the phone for a few minutes before smirking and dialing a number.

"Hello," Ayame's voice rang out on the other end.

"Hello." Haru had deepened his voice. "Is this the shop that sells sexy clothes?"

"We can create any outfit you want," Ayame answered politely.

"Can you make a sexy nurse outfit?"

"Of course!" Ayame sounded delighted.

"For a man?"

"Absolutely!"

"Would you model it for me?"

There was silence on the other end.

Haru repeated himself. "Would you model it for me?"

"That depends. What do you look like?" Ayame asked coyly.

"I always knew you were a little faggot! I bet you'd love to wrap your mouth around my big, hard…"

"Are you the guy I met online last night?" Ayame interrupted with a purr. "I had so hoped you'd call. I mean, some men are afraid to call strangers, but I always knew I'd find someone to have nasty phone sex with me. Go ahead and keep telling me what a naughty little queer I am. Tell me what I want to do to you, baby, or what I want you to do to me…"

Haru put down the phone deciding that Ayame was no fun. He needed to find someone worth tormenting. He traced the phone down his chest as he imagined just how much fun he could have tormenting Yuki. Soon his hand replaced the phone as he thought of his pale cousin.

He almost jumped at a knock at the door. Haru walked over and threw it open, leaning casually against the doorframe. The usually stoic Hatori gasped at the naked Haru who had struck a sexy pose. He was obviously aroused. "Doctor, Doctor, bring me the news," Haru said throatily.

"I was worried about you," Hatori informed him concentrating on a spot above Haru's head. "It seems that hitting your head may have affected you somehow."

Haru yawned. "Like what you see?" he asked as he gestured at his body. Hatori unconsciously looked and noticed the rat tattoo. He stared.

"I think you should come with me to the hospital."

"Screw you!"

"I plan to take you tomorrow. I already made an appointment."

"Whatever," Haru answered back hoping Hatori would just go away. He had just remembered that school was about to let out and he had two extremely cute cousins to pick up. "You gonna just stand there staring at my junk, or are you gonna come in and play?"

"I'm going to leave," Hatori said, turning away and giving Haru exactly what he had wanted, as the doctor left, he cast a few worried glances over his shoulder.

Haru went back inside and threw on a pair of black leather pants, a tight black wife-beater, and some black leather boots. He stood in front of the mirror appraisingly. He was still pretty damn hot, though not as hot as when donned in just a birthday suit.

He ran his fingers through his black and white hair before exiting the house and heading to his cousin's school.

000

Hiro Sohma smiled at his beautiful cousin. Kisa Sohma was the most wonderful woman in all the world, and someday he would marry her.

"Hey, ugly," he said as he tugged lightly at her hair. "It may cramp my style, but I guess I'll go ahead and walk you home." He yanked her bag from her arms. "You're so weak I doubt you can carry this."

Kisa smiled slightly and murmured, "Thanks, Hiro-san."

"I'm not carrying it for you, I'm carrying it so that you can keep up."

"Maybe we can watch that new anime together," Kisa said ignoring Hiro's meanness. She knew how he really felt. "I've heard that Princess of Badminton is the best."

"Uh, sure," Hiro answered, secretly elated.

Kisa let out a squeal of pure delight when she saw their older cousin. Hiro groaned inwardly. He hated it when he had to share Kisa's attention. "Ha-san!" she called waving, before running and throwing herself into Haru's arms.

Hiro sulked over to his two cousins. That's when he noticed that Haru didn't seem quite right. He was still holding Kisa and nuzzling his face into her hair.

"You are just too cute," he was saying softly. "You smell so good, I just want to eat you." Haru made eye contact with Hiro before sticking out his pierced tongue and pretending to lick Kisa's neck. Of course she didn't see.

Hiro frowned. He was slightly surprised Haru would joke that way. He knew he should say something but he didn't know what. Suddenly, Kisa let out a shriek. "Haru, watch it!"

"Sorry, Kisa dear. I guess my hand slipped," Haru told her innocently. Hiro wished he was bigger and could kick some ass.

"We better go, Hiro or we'll miss our show," Kisa said as she smoothed out her skirt.

Hiro threw her backpack at her. "I'm going home!" he said angrily.

Kisa's wide eyes stared at him with confusion. She wasn't sure what she had done to make him so angry. Tears shimmered.

Haru threw an arm around her shoulder. "Don't cry little Kisa, I'll watch the show with you. Yes, I'll come." Kisa didn't seem to notice Haru's leer. For some reason Hiro couldn't stand the idea of the two of them spending an afternoon together.

"Then I'm coming too," Hiro said quickly taking back the bag.

"That can be arranged." Haru licked his lips leaving Hiro with the feeling that something was crawling on him.

"Are you okay, Haa-san?" Kisa asked sweetly as the three of them headed toward Haru's home where they had decided to go watch the show.

"Never better," Haru answered honestly.

The three of them were sitting on the couch watching the anime. Haru had positioned himself so that he was sitting between the two much to Hiro's annoyance.

"I wonder if Sissy likes this show too?" Kisa thought aloud at the commercial. Hiro hoped not because that would mean his afternoons with Kisa would always be shared with someone else.

"I think it's lame," Haru said coldly. "Like Hiro."

"Hey!" Hiro shouted. "We can leave."

"You can leave," Haru snapped back.

"Shh…it's back on." Kisa didn't respond to their conversation, but she cast Haru a slightly worried expression. Haru reacted by pulling her into his lap. She giggled uncomfortably before kissing his cheek. Hiro tried to concentrate on the TV; Haru was definitely acting weird.

"Stop it, Haru, that tickles," Kisa giggled softly.

Hiro's head snapped sideways and he saw Haru blowing in Kisa's ear and then put his lips to her neck.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Hiro yelled angrily. "Leave her alone you perv!"

Haru pulled Hiro into his lap so that he was next to Kisa. "I think I'm doing this." Soon Hiro's protesting lips were covered by Haru's and Kisa's eyes were wide with shock as the hand not firmly holding the back of Hiro's head began trailing down Kisa's neck and was soon fumbling with the top of her blouse.

"Hatsuharu Sohma!" Yuki screeched from the doorway. Haru cursed himself for not locking the door. "You better still be black, or I swear, by all that's holy, I will kill you for this disgusting act!"

Haru allowed the two to fall off his lap and hit the floor with a thud before rising and moving toward his favorite cousin.

"Are you okay?" Kisa crawled over to Hiro with concern and wrapped him in a tight hug.

"Don't touch me!" Yuki snapped as Haru wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Soon you'll be begging me to touch you," Haru promised quietly in his ear.

"I highly doubt it." Yuki shoved his cousin away. "Hatori warned me that you might still be black."

Kisa let out a sigh of relief. "So this is Black Haru. I thought he was acting strangely, but I didn't realize he had gotten mad."

"He was angry as he hit his head in the bathroom today. Hatori thinks he could be black for a while," Yuki explained.

"Then he better stay the hell away from me," Haru said, still clutching Kisa.

"Just trying to teach you what to do with her." Haru chuckled.

Yuki slapped him.

Haru didn't hit back as he knew he was no match for Yuki, besides, Black Haru had never wanted to beat up Yuki. Hurt him maybe, but not beat him up. His cheek tingled where Yuki's fingers had been, and Haru was suddenly even more aroused. He'd have to find new ways to piss off Yuki.

"Take Kisa and get out," Yuki said calmly turning to Hiro.

Hiro didn't have to be asked twice and soon he and Kisa were out the door leaving Yuki alone with Haru.

TBC

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