Seven

He looked like he did long ago. But he was hurt and gone. His blue silver eyes cast on him and his soft lips smiled at him. And then there was the other one. The same as Yukito except his eyes were green instead. Both were beautiful, but completely different. Despite both having the same dark brown hair, the same pale skin, but different eyes; one was an angel while the other one was a demon. And that's how Yukito died, by hate and jealousy. And it was all Mizuki's fault.

Mizuki woke up to find him self crying softly. Why did this come back in every dream he had? Was it a curse placed upon him when he left Yamagata? This is why he couldn't ever return home… Yuuta was still there slightly awake from Mizuki's crying. His eyes looked sleepy as he looked at his senpai. Mizuki felt silly now as he shed tears from years and years ago.

"Y-you're crying," whispered Yuuta whose eyes were still sleepy but obviously more focused to tell in the dark that Mizuki was crying.

"No I'm not," protested Mizuki.

"Yes you are. Did you have a nightmare or something? I must've been really bad for you to be this shook up," said Yuuta.

Mizuki looked away and his eyes wandered off to his alarm clock. 6:00 AM. Early, but too late to go back to sleep. Yuuta had his arms around his waist, probably and unconscious movement, but still it was a comfort even if Yuuta didn't mean to do it.

"You're okay right?" asked Yuuta.

Mizuki nodded.

"I'll be fine," he replied. He laid there with Yuuta until his alarm clock went off and both decided to get up.

"You stayed here with me. I thought you would've left as soon as I fell asleep," commented Mizuki who was currently shutting down the laptop he left on all night long. He made sure all his information was saved and then let it shut down.

"I had to stay all night because I was making sure nothing happened to you, and we ended up getting awake too early or I would've headed on to my dorm a little later. Plus you were crying, I've never seen you cry," explained Yuuta.

Mizuki made a face, an annoyed one actually. Who did Yuuta think Hajime Mizuki was? A girl? He was most definitely not one!

"I was not crying!" he said through gritted teeth taking out his curling iron to curl his hair. He was not letting his hair go flat on him.

"Yeah sure Mizuki-san, your sobbing woke me up even though it really wasn't that loud. You're such a girl sometimes," said Yuuta searching though his bag to find his school uniform.

Mizuki had a huge urge to throw the curling iron straight at Yuuta, or burn him with it. That was until Yuuta added, "If anyone or anything makes you cry in real life like that, I'll personally beat the shit out of them."

"Why?" asked Mizuki he curled a strand of hair.

"Because….I don't like to see you cry. I told you, you look like a wimpy little girl when you do," Yuuta answered simply.

Mizuki rolled his eyes and decided to even to comment on that..

"You are eating breakfast right?" he asked.

Yuuta nodded.

"Good, no going anorexic on me you hear? You're a boy, boys don't do that. Nor should girls either, but that's them. You're my Yuuta-kun and I'm supposed to take care of you, so I say eat," said Mizuki.

Yuuta blushed a little and then said, "Get out."

"This is my dorm," pointed out Mizuki.

"But I need to get dressed," snapped Yuuta.

Mizuki sighed.

"It's not like I'll rape you or something Yuuta-kun. You can get dressed in here and I won't even look," he assured.

Yuuta growled inwardly but knew damn well that he couldn't win. He quickly slid his shirt off feeling cold and he looked at Mizuki who seemed occupied with his hair at the time to even care, so Yuuta decided to get dressed without being cautious.

"Done?" asked Mizuki.

"Yes," Yuuta answered.

Mizuki chuckled and turned around to face his kouhai. He also got dressed but as usual, Mizuki was allowed to see Yuuta, but Yuuta was not allowed to see Mizuki, so Mizuki got dressed in the bathroom and then returned to the bedroom. He picked up his tube of lip-gloss and ran the wand across his lips before screwing the cap/wand part to the glass tube tight and then pocketing it.

"Escort me to breakfast Yuuta-kun?" asked Mizuki.

Yuuta rolled his eyes and muttered, "As you wish your majesty."

They made their way down the campus. It was still pretty dark outside and they sky as that pale grey-blue color meaning the sun had barely even risen. Yuuta wondered if the cafeteria was even open at this time of day. It was as Mizuki opened the oak doors. The room was a lot warmer than it was outside and only a couple people were currently in the room. A couple Juniors and Seniors mostly. Some crammed with books, some hidden by laptops, and then some on cell phones chatting away. But that was all, none of them noticed them as they entered.

"You want a strawberry turnover right?" asked Mizuki.

Yuuta nodded and went to get out some money.

"No need, I'll pay," Mizuki said who got himself a muffin. Which most likely meant that they weren't going to eat in here. Yuuta's prediction was right as they exited the building and were back outside. They made their way over to the stands where the tennis court was and ate there. The sun soon had made it's rise as they both ate.

"I should've brought my racket…," said Yuuta.

"It still would be too early. You usually wake up about now," commented Mizuki.

"Oh wonderful, the princess knows my sleeping patterns," muttered Yuuta sarcastically.

Mizuki flinched…

"Don't call me that!" he snapped.

My god did he hate the nicknames he received! 'Princess' seemed to be everybody's favorite title for him. When Mizuki was going out with Atobe people most definitely joked around with it. Because Atobe was treated like a prince and Mizuki then must've been his princess and had to be treated like one.That's when the whole 'Princess' thing became official. Everyone would call him that and bow and annoy the hell out of him with it. Yuuta using the name though was annoying!

"As you wish your majesty," teased Yuuta sniggering behind his hand.

Mizuki smirked, fine if Yuuta wanted to play; they'd play.

"Nfu, if I'm the princess does that make you my prince?" he asked his arms sliding around Yuuta's left arm.

"M-Mizuki-san," stuttered out the silver eyed boy. Yuuta was freaking out, Mizuki usually didn't do this sort of thing.. Yes there would be teases verbally, but Mizuki had never been one to like to touch people if he could help it. But at the moment he was snuggling into Yuuta's arm, making the boy blush madly. Mizuki then pushed away and looking satisfied and smug.

"I'm just teasing you Yuuta-kun. But if you ever call me princess again I'll double your training time on you menu just so you'll be too tired to say anything," he said.

Yuuta paled and decided not to use that nickname ever again. He already trained hard enough even adding an extra five minutes would kill him.