A/N: Damn that hurricane. It hit about a hundred of miles away from where I live, so we're hearing a BUNCH about it. I hope any victims are okay. :heart:

And about this chapter. It hasn't been said in the series whether or not Tatsuha attends school or not, but in THIS story he does. I'm fully aware he's a monk.


…Who Tatsuha's Best Friend is?

It was a normal day of high school. Since Tatsuha was so badass (or at least his older brother was), he was being followed around since he arrived. He didn't mind, actually. "Fans of my work deserve to bask in my superiority!" as he put it.

But the only one Tatsuha really listened to in the crowd was a poor, shallow soul with gritty brown hair and an urgent, 'I want to learn!' expression. Tatsuha had named him Miki for the week.

You see Miki was Tatsuha's personal assistant. He did everything for him; made him lunch, wrote down his appointments (even without a career, the young Uesugi still had appointments), chewed food for him… Miki was happy that someone actually noted his existence, so who CARED whether some bisexual prick walked all over him? He had a friend now!

The two (plus the crowd of people) walked up the steps to their shuffling high school.

"Yo, Miki," Tatsuha called over his shoulder.

Miki looked up from his palm-pilot. "Hm?"

"I've got a vital conference tomorrow after school. Be sure to add that to my schedule."

"Ah. Another meeting with the cheerleaders?"

"Nah; Nittle Grasper club."

Miki fully understood. He knew about his friend's unhealthy lust for Ryuichi Sakuma. Not that he could blame him. Ryuichi was, in fact, very yummy in his eyes. He wouldn't mind joining the Nittle Grasper club as well, but he was just the bi guy's straight sidekick. He had a reputation to live up to.

They were soon at Uesugi's locker, and the crowd oddly cleared up. It was just he and Miki. He opened the locker up; grinned stupidly at the Ryuichi picture stuck in it, and pretended to take some books out.

So, like, yeah. Tatsuha's best friend is some emotionally challenged geek. D:

The End.