"Rage, come back!", shouted Akira. Rage ceased running, and turned to face Akira but kept his forearm stretched across his face to cover his tear filled eyes.

"Oh Akira, for once in my life, I feel... sensitive..." said Rage.

"It's okay, let it out." said Akira.

"I just can't sort it out in my head." said Rage, taking a seat against the wall and placing his palms on his forehead. "DDR is the only way to clear my mind!"

"Well then," said Akira, "I think I know the perfect song"

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"LITTLE BOY, BOY ON BOY MIX!!!" shouted Rage. "I've never felt right doing this song before."

"It's okay now, Rage" said Akira, "There's no need to be defensive anymore. Just try it and see if it feels right."

"Oh my God, Akira. That feels so good" said Rage.

"Just keep doing it. There, you like that, don't you." said Akira.

"I love you, Akira." said Rage, "You've given me something no one else ever has."

"Come on, you're going to make it!" said Akira.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" shouted a voice from the shadows.

"Emi!" shouted Rage, "It's not what it looks like. I'm not enjoying Little Boy, Boy on Boy Mix! I hate this song."

"You love it, don't you, bastard!" shouted Emi. "Why don't you two just go off and have horrible yaoi lemon sex."

"Well, if that's how you feel about it, I will!" shouted Rage. He grabbed Akira's arm and stormed out of the room.

Emi tiptoed over to the door and looked around the corner to make sure which way they were going.

"Tee hee," Emi said to herself. "I'm the master of reverse psychology, and now I'm going to get all hot as I watch my boyfriend have gross disgusting yaoi lemon sex with Akira!"