I couldn't resist it... You'll see what I'm talking about. I just couldn't resist that.

Chocolate
Three
Written by: Makami

Kotarou found it a little strange that he was so relieved to be in class on a Monday morning. Takashi was not in his class. At least here he could be free of that tension, the feeling of his stomach tying itself into countless knots.

Hiroshi was in his class, though that was an unrelated matter. The young Mitarai heir's presence did not bother him. Actually, he was a little annoyed with the teen. He was loud and kept trying to challenge Takashi, though they were in separate classrooms.

'I don't... I'm not... really... do I? Am I?'

Kotarou sighed again. What was wrong with him? Why did thinking of Takashi make him so...

"Higuchi!" the teacher nearly yelled. Kotarou jumped and found himself back in the classroom. Everyone was laughing.

"Aaah..." His face flushed. "I, uh, well... I'm sorry."

"Well, maybe now that you're back with us, you might like to solve the question?"

He had said it as though Kotarou held a choice in the matter. He knew that he did not. And it was a math question, too. He was really bad at math.

"Y-Yes sir."

He went to the front of the classrom, stared at the board and at the question written up there in chalk. He had not been paying a lot of attention, and he should have. This was a new, grade ten unit including new formulas to solve the questions. And because he had been so deep in thought, so busy daydreaming, he had missed most of the lesson.

Even there, in front of the class, he thought, 'I bet Ten could get this right. No problem. He's just that smart.'

"Higuchi?" the teacher called him. "Wake up. This is math, not Daydreaming 101. Go stand behind the class."

Kotarou stood there dumbly for a moment, processing what the teacher had just told him. When it finally sank in, he nodded.

"Y-Yes sir," he stammered. He turned and started for the back of the room.

"Higuchi?" the teacher called him yet again, sounding a little irritated.

'What now?' he silently grumbled and turned around. "Um, yes?"

The teacher held his hand out, "Chalk."

"Ah!" He flushed again, embarrassed. He gave the teacher the chalk. The class was laughing again; apparently to them this was a riot. He rushed to the back of the classroom. At least there not many people could stare back at him.

"Calm down, calm down... Okay, the trick to solving this one is to remove the denominator first."

Kotarou breathed an inaudible sigh of relief. There was a snicker here and there, but most of the clas payed attention to the teacher. His humiliation was over.

For now.

His problem now lay with the dream that he had had the night before. It had been of Takashi playing DanceDanceRevolution--wearing only a leaf of lettuce over his... Kotarou squeaked at the thought and hoped that no one had heard him. He could feel his face burning. But that part of the dream had been the... best.

Takashi had turned to him and extended a hand. "Dance with me," he had said. And Kotarou took the offered hand, smiling, and feeling as though he had just won the lottery. Then suddenly they were in Kotarou's livingroom, both stark naked. Takashi's mouth sucked chocolate off of his chest, slowly and all-too sensually.

Kotarou hung his head. He was breathing heavier now. He seriously hoped that no one noticed him. He could do without the attention.

But, oh Lord, how could he face Takashi at lunch?

Sakura-no-Tamashi: I know. I love it when the stories go slowly and are believable. My inspiration comes from HeatherR(fanfic writer, Weiss Kreuz)& Gravitation right now.

Seena58: Yeah. I think he's confused all right... XD

Little red bookworm: Thank you. -bows- I'm working hard to improve this style, too.

Next chapter will come by... um... soon! XD Yes, soon! I hafta take a two-hour break from my original fiction and write some more of this before it can be added. I promise by... Friday.