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Chapter eight:

Kessuke opened his eyes the moment he heard the door to the nurse's office shut, his mind blank with shock.

'Did he really just kiss me? It wasn't my imagination, he really did…?' He released the breath he had held the moment he felt the lips on his forehead, his heart racing with each moment. 'That blond boy kissed me….' Suddenly he shook his head, biting his lip. 'It meant nothing—he kissed me on the forehead, what's a big deal about that?'

He felt the answer in his heart—he never got kissed, not in any friendly, caring way. He never felt the comforting caress of someone who cared about him—at least if he had it'd been too long ago to remember. Even though he had a caring, happy-go-lucky father, he rarely received any comforting touch—he rarely even saw his father anymore, his father usually left with that man all day and night, coming home only to sleep if he can home at all.

Kessuke rarely allowed himself to think about the neglect his father bestowed on him, allowing a cool, uncaring façade to block out the hurt—but this kiss from the blond teen, this single kiss made him realize his deprivation.

He stared at the ceiling, breathing kept barely steady as a single tear fell from his eye.

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Brown hair falling over blue eyes, Toya stared at his room's ceiling, his head spinning with the effects of the white powder. He felt himself drown in the euphoria, the complete release of himself from the stress of his body, and the problems of his life.

His sweet nepenthe, the elixir that cured his pain and tore the sorrow from his heart—god, he wished he could feel like this all the time, never having to face life, drowning in the pleasure.

It would be paradise.

He smiled as he closed his eyes, savoring the illicit nectar's effects, his blood pumping the pleasurable poison through his veins and arteries.

That's when he heard footsteps coming closer to his room, the opening of his door, the sound of someone talking. But he ignored it all—he didn't want to face whatever it was, it could be a hallucination for all he knew. He didn't care to find out.

Not until a hand touched him on the shoulder, shaking him slightly away from his euphoric state.

"Seguchi-kun?"

Hearing the voice, eyes still closed, Toya brought his hand to the one on his shoulder, caressing it softly. Then he opened his eyes just enough to make out a blurred blond form, with white skin—he pulled on the arm, bringing the owner closer to him, and kissed the lips of the pale angel.

The next second the spell broke as the hands pushed him away, causing him to hit his head against the bed he'd been leaning against.

"Why the fuck did you do that for?" Toya demanded, finally opening his eyes and rubbing the bump forming on his head.

"Hell! We're cousins you prick!" Shinichi glared horrified at the brunette, wiping off the kiss with the back of his hand. "Like hell I'd want a kiss from you!"

Turning red, Toya narrowed his eyes, cursing himself for his lack of inhibitions in his drug-induced state.

"I bet if it was that fag, you'd be all over him."

"Don't tell me you'd be jealous?" Shinichi teased then turned serious. "I mean it; please don't tell me that if you would—I don't want to think about that. God…you must be out of your mind if you'd kiss me."

"Well this shit is good." Toya held up the little baggy that had very little of the white powder left in it now. "I don't have any of this to share, but I have some acid in the box under my bed."

"LSD? God, how the hell did you sneak that shit in?" Shinichi shook his head, not sure if he should be angry, disgusted or intrigued.

"I didn't, I bought it from another student—I don't know how he snuck it in though, and I don't care." Toya looked up at Shinichi, smirking. "Do you think I should try heroin?"

"Are you crazy! You shouldn't even be using the stuff you're high on now."

"No, I don't want to get those marks on my arms from injecting it." Toya muttered, ignoring the blond.

"Hell!" Shinichi threw his hands up in exasperation—he'd originally come in the room to cheer Toya up after what he saw between the brunette and Seguchi, but now…. "God, I'm calling your father now." Shinichi took out his cell, not noticing the glare on Toya's face.

"No you won't fag!" Toya pushed the blond down, struggling for the phone, hitting Shinichi when the teen refused to release his grip on the contraption. "I'll fuckin kill you, give me that!"

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Shinichi elbowed the brunette in the chest, then, wrestling with his arms, pinned him to the floor. He held him until he stopped struggling. "You of all people should know I'm tougher than I look. Or is being high making you forget about the broken arm I gave you last time you tried to fuck with me?"

"Fine, fine!" Toya growled, staring up at the blond. "Can you get off of me now? I think I'm getting aroused from having you on top."

"HELL!" Shinichi nearly leaped away from the brunette, disgusted. "Goddamn you! Shit."

"C'mon, say 'fuck', that way I can say 'let's,' c'mon."

Shinichi looked about to punch Toya, but instead he left the room, his face red—not that he was sure if it was from anger or embarrassment.

A/N: End of chapter. Please review. Heh, I wonder what Tohma would say if he found out his son used drugs…wonder what he'd say about Toya making sexual advances on Shinichi—the boys being cousins and all.

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