Generations:

Chapter seven:

Toya silently sauntered down the halls, aimless destination and purpose. He had gone back to his room after Kessuke was brought to the nurse's office, but his restless thoughts wouldn't let him relax. Not after seeing the cuts adorning the black-haired teen's arms.

'He cuts himself…' Toya let his gaze wander lazily along the hall, only slightly registering the school décor. Sighing, he paused in his walk and looked at his left arm, tracing the barely seeable white scars with his finger. 'He cuts like I used to do.' The brunette moved his hand into his pocket, taking out not a blade but a small baggy with a white powder in it. 'This stuff is better than that. Maybe I should tell him that.'

The brown-haired teen looked at the thing he held in his hand before turning his gaze back to the hall. He froze at the sight of his father exiting a room.

'What the…why is he here? Why…?' Toya wondered then remembered about what he held in his hand. 'Shit.' Quickly he stuffed it back into his pocket, and then looked to see his father walking the down the hall away from him. 'WHAT! He didn't even notice I was here? I'm only three rooms away from him and he didn't see me! That's FUCKED UP!'

"Dad!" The brunette called, walking quickly up to the pale-blond man, tightening then relaxing his fist. "Dad!"

Tohma stopped and turned around, hiding his surprise with his trademark smile.

"Hello Toya." The N-G president greeted his son who stopped about ten feet in front of him. "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Shouldn't you be at work?" Toya countered, his expression mirroring Tohma's, though inside he wanted to scream.

A few seconds of silence passed between them, before Tohma broke it.

"I need to get going, Toya, sorry I can't stay longer."

Toya merely nodded, before the urge to speak overtook him.

"Why are you here?"

"I had to check on Ryuuichi's son." Tohma's smile faltered a bit when he saw Toya's expression turn rigid. "Didn't I tell you I'm looking after Kessuke while Ryuu's out of the country? I wrote you a letter…."

"…I think I read that, but it slipped my mind." Toya once again made his face into the replica of his father's fake smile. 'No you didn't, I read all your letters and you never mentioned that.'

"Well, it was an emergency. I…I'll spend time with you next time I visit, right now I have to get back to work." With that Tohma left and Toya stared after him, his expression changing to reflect the frustration he felt.

'Bastard! You said you'd visit months ago, and the first time you do, you're visiting someone else's son…goddamn it.' Toya clenched his teeth, turning around abruptly and stormed off toward his room, his hand taking out the baggy from his pocket.

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Shinichi hid in the shadows until Tohma and Toya left—he'd been waiting for when he could see Kessuke again and had overheard the conversation between the Seguchis. He never sensed more tension between two people than what he felt between those two—they acted nice and polite, but one had to be blind not to notice the anger in Toya.

Why wouldn't Toya be angry? If either of his parents came to school to visit someone else's child without visiting him, Shinichi would be mad too. Hell, he wouldn't speak to either of them again until they made up for it—and even then it wasn't guaranteed.

"Geez, I thought I had a screwed up family, with two fathers, but now…." Shinichi sighed and walked toward the nurse's office. "Neither dad nor papa would ever visit school without making time to see me."

After one more glance down the hall that Toya had stormed off in, Shinichi opened the nurse's office door, walking quietly to Kessuke's bed.

"Still asleep?" He gently placed his hand on the black-haired teen's forehead, noting his closed eyes and soft breathing. "I'll just place this on the table." The blond teen took out a small memo book and placed it on the table next to the bed. "I don't know what's wrong, but I hope you get better."

Here he paused, hesitant, before softly kissing Kessuke on the forehead, the next moment blushing profusely and hurrying out of there, shocked by his own action.

A/N: End Chapter. Please Review.