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Back with another uncharacteristically slow update -.-;; It seems I have no inspiration to write this fanfiction at the moment, seeing as it took every ounce of my brain to pump out this chapter - although I admit the flashback in this is easy to write. But, yeah, my brain is dead, and is not functioning in its normaly fanfiction mode. In other words, people, I, Dyeh, have entered extreme writers block. It probably has something to do with my english assignment sapping every bit of creativity from my brain, but, yes, my brain is dead, when it comes to writing.

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Chapter Five; A Flowery First Detention

"You have detention." Yuki said darkly, thrusting the notes into a White Haru's face. Haru blinked, reading over them, before shoving Kyo's note into Kyo's face. The three were situated in the lounge room, Kyo and Haru of which had been arguing – or well, Kyo had been trying to argue with Haru, but the cow had just sat there and nodded for an hour and a half, and Kyo had simply given up.

"Detention? You have to be kidding me!" Kyo glared, reading over the paper. "God damn it! It wasn't even my fault!"

Haru looked over his as well, and then said stupidly; "Will you be there, Yuki?"

Yuki sighed, looking back and forth at the two idiots sitting in front of him. No matter which way he looked at it – those two looked made for one another.

And so detention came. Kyo had swallowed as much cough medicine as his small throat would let him – which wasn't most considering that it tasted like shit. Still, he'd tried his hardest, and was now standing in front of the detention building with Hatsuharu.

Haru whistled, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Surprisingly, the school had decided to send the two of them to The Detention Centre, which when said with a torch light up the face – as Shigure had done when he'd received a phone call from Kyo's school's office about the issue – sounded rather scary, didn't look that bad. It was simply a slate grey building, with a few black windows on the side, and a slanting roof. Funny how neither boy had heard of it before.

Haru blinked, looking around, as did Kyo. It struck Kyo as weird to see Haru without his many trinkets and bracelets gracing his lean frame. After a few words from Shigure and Ayame, Haru had decided it was probably better not to wear them.

-FLASHBACK-

"Haru!" Shigure squealed, pulling back on one of Haru's necklaces, "What are you doing wearing those?"

"I'm going to detention." Haru said stoically, yanking the chain from Shigure's grip, ignoring Kyo who made impatient noises at the door. Shigure gasped.

"AYA!" He screamed, and the dogs best friend came running, gripping Shigure for support. "Aya, Haru's going to wear JEWELLERY to detention!"

Ayame gasped, covering his face with his hands. "No! Don't let it be true!"

"Don't let what be true?" Haru asked, tilting his head, ignoring the fact that Kyo had joined him, equally interested in what Ayame and Shigure were screaming.

"You mean you don't know?" Aya let go of his face to look aghast at Haru, then at Kyo, then back at Haru. He then turned to his best friend, who turned around and hugged them protectively. "They don't know Shigure!" He cried.

"There, there, Aya." Shigure said, patting the snake that was fake-crying into his shirt.

"What don't we know?" Kyo pressed, glaring at the melodramatic pair in front of them.

Shigure sighed. "Kyo... this all goes back to when we were in high school ourselves." Shigure reminisced, surprisingly covering Aya's ears. "You see... it was a bright day in spring when Ayame and myself were sentenced to an afternoon detention in The Detention Centre, and, being the small," He sniffed, and Aya wailed, "innocent teenagers that we were, we went without thinking. And, you see, Ayame wore jewellery much like Haru's."

Ayame cried harder. "Oh it was horrible, HORRIBLE, Gure!"

Shigure continued with his story; "And... they..." Another sob from Ayame, "raped him!"

Ayame winced as if re-living past memories, and Shigure held him closer. "You see, Haru," he said, turning his head to face Hatsuharu, "juvenile delinquents rape men who wear jewellery."

"I need to be alone!" Ayame sobbed at random, pushing away from Shigure and running in a very melodramatic fashion into the other room. In the midst of all that, Haru, seemingly in a hurry, had stripped himself of all his jewellery and earrings, and had stuffed with into Shigure's now unoccupied hand and dragged Kyo out the door, considering they were now late.

About three minutes after Aya had heard the door shut, he appeared from the other room, standing beside a triumphant looking Shigure. "Well, that should save Ha'ri one phone call about unwanted jewellery!"

"Right you are, Aya, right you are."

-END FLASHBACK-

"Hatsuharu and Kyo Sohma?" A smart man with glasses said from a desk, marking their names off on the role as they walked in the room. "Three seconds late. Not a good start, I must say."

Sweat dropping, the pair found seats next to each other, Haru looking rather on edge considering he'd forgotten to take off the ring on his index finger. Thankfully, Kyo noticed that it didn't take anybodies fancy, but Haru didn't seem to realise that, and he sank lower in his chair.

Thirty minutes into the one hour detention...

The man with Glasses, that had identified himself as Katsu-sensei at the beginning of the detention, sighed when he heard a knock at the door. Getting up lazily from his desk, where he'd been sitting glaring at Haru – in which he'd noticed the ring on his finger. Ever since then, there had been something... appealing about the boy. Shaking it off, the paedophile walked over to the door, opening it. "Yes?"

"The prince gave me 50 cents to give this to... uh..." A girl whispered hyperactively, not finishing her sentence considering she'd forgotten who the bouquet of flowers she had in her hands was for. Katsu-sensei sighed, taking the flowers, and slammed the door in the girls face.

"I don't normally agree with things like this," he said, "but this is for... Hatsuharu, with love from Kyo."

Both said boys blinked, looking at one another. "I didn't know you felt that way." Haru said stoically, receiving the bouquet from Katsu-sensei.

"I don't." Kyo replied.

"I didn't know you'd give me flowers either." Haru continued.

"I didn't." Kyo answered him again, and Haru proceeded to shove them in Kyo's face, muttering on about how wonderful they were, and how pretty. It was a pity that Kyo was allergic to pollen.

"H-H-Haru, get them a-a-a-away from m-m-m-m... ACHOOO!"

POOF!

Black Haru blinked, looking at the small orange ball of fluff that was lying dazed on the desk. Kyo was a cat again. And Hatsuharu was Black again. Glaring daggers into Kyo, and completely forgetting the fact that he had spectators, Hatsuharu grabbed Kyo by the scruff of the neck and shoved his head right into the flowers.

"Haru! LET ME GO!" Kyo squealed, forgetting about the spectators as well. "ACHOO! Haru, there's... ACHOO! Thorns in this... ACHOO! LET GO OF... ACHOO, ME!"

"Yeah? You like that, you stupid cat? Huh? WIFF IT UP! You'll be smelling it for a while!" Black Haru gloated, shoving Kyo further into the bouquet of now wrecked flowers.

"HARU I... ACHOO, can't breathe!"

From outside one of the windows, Yuki sweat dropped. He had watched the entire thing, and had so stupidly hoped that Kyo giving Haru flowers... or appearing to give them to him anyway, would patch the pair together, but, it hadn't. No, the plan had failed with flying colours, considering now Yuki had to whip out his stylish pink nokia phone – yes, folks, Yuki has a mobile phone that has appeared out of know where – from his pocket to dial Hatori's number to get him to patch up the entire mess.

Oh well – Yuki would not fail!