Alikhito sighed as his math teacher, Whowon-san, prattled on about the rules and expectations of the class. The Young blond did not need anyone to tell him that both his class and its teacher, were going to very boring. Not like he need to learn math anyways. His father had already taught him everything. However, the school required that he attend the classes set for all students and there was no skipping grades allowed in Japan. Otherwise, Akihito would have found himself in university at the young age of fifteen.

Bored by the overtalkative teacher, Akihito turned his gaze to the garden beyond the window he sat beside. The school's garden was huge. Filled with cherry blossom trees, roses, hedges and so much more. From time to time, Akihito caught glimpses of beautiful butterflies. As he gazed at the scenery below, a spot of darkness caught his attention. Akihito focused his gaze upon the moving black spot.

The darkness stopped just beneath a cherry blossom tree. It Turned and Akihito's breath caught. Asami Ryuichi. A smile bloomed upon his young face, his heart beating a bit faster. Akihito and Asami had been the best of friends since there were only six years old. He had met the other boy when his father's boss had come over to check on a very young, and very traumatized Akihito. Ryuichi was the reason that Akihito had begun to speak after so many months of silence.

Akihito shook his head as he watched his best friend and crush, light up a cigarette. A Dunhill. Expensive and high quality, it was the only kind Ryuichi would smoke. Akihito couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. It was only the first day of school and the raven-haired boy was already skipping class. Always the bad boy. It wasn't surprising that no one realized that the Bad Boy Extraordinaire was in fact a genius.

As Akihito continued to watch the other boy, another student appeared in the garden. She was a tall, thin beauty. As Akihito caught a glimpse of her face, he recognized her as Azumi Ryouko. A very popular teen model who girls everywhere idolized. Doing their best emulate her. Azumi-chan approached Ryuichi, a look of desperation about her. The two students spoke quietly in the garden. Their conversation becoming more agitated as Azumi-chan became more frantic.

One of Azumi-chan's hands rose into the air. Coming back down on a direct path with Ryuichi's face. Akihito stopped breathing, worry for his friend clutching his heart in a tight fist. Before Azumi-chan's hand could land, Ryuichi caught her about the wrist. His grip so tight, that it would leave a bruise. A cold, murderous look appeared in Ryuichi's eyes. It was a fool who messed with Asami Ryuichi, a teen with a take no prisoners mentality. Ryuichi's other hand came up, his fingers denting Azumi-chan's cheeks. He spoke with harsh, clipped words. Fear soaked the model.

Azumi-chan nodded her head. Ryuichi sneered and released the model's face, sending her falling onto the ground. Azumi-chan scrambled up onto her knees. Ryuichi leaned back against the tree. Azumi reached out, shakily undoing the buttons to Ryuichi's uniform pants. Her hand shook as she reached inside and pulled out Ryuichi's flaccid cock. Leaning forward, she took the soft organ into her mouth. Jealousy burned Akihito harshly. How he longed to in Azumi Ryouko's place right then. He had longed to be with his childhood friend since before he knew what lust and that romantic love were.

Azumi-chan's head bobbed up and down the length of Ryuichi's dick. The teen boy looked bored and uninterested in the whole situation. Golden eyes flickered upwards. To where Akihito sat in his boring math class. Could his friend see him? Did he know that Akihito was up there? Watching him? Longing for him? No. None of those were possible. Azumi-chan pulled her mouth away from Ryuichi, his cock still as soft as it had been before she had begun two minutes before. Without taking his golden gaze off of Akihito, wait that couldn't possibly be. Ryuichi fisted one hand into the model's long brunette curls. With his other, he took a hold of himself. Seemingly without taking his gaze from Akihito, Ryuichi thrust his cock into the model's mouth.

Ryuichi held her still with one hand fisted in her hair and one hand around her jaw. His hips slammed repeatedly against her mouth. There would be bruises there latter. For a moment, Ryuichi pulled all the way out, his cock fully hard now. He slammed back into Azumi-chan's mouth, forcing his length all the way down her throat. The model gagged, struggling to breath. Ryuichi showed no care for her comfort, or even her ability to survive the encounter. With his golden eyes still locked onto Akihito, or so Akihito wanted to believe, Ryuichi pulled free of the model's mouth. His cock twitching as it unleashed its load onto Azumi Ryouko's face.

Ryuichi released the model and once again, she collapsed onto the ground. Barely conscious. Ryuichi fixed himself, straightening out his uniform. Once again looking like the ever-perfect high school student. He stuffed one hand into his pants pocket, pulling out a bag filled with pills. He tossed them at Azumi-chan then walked away. A bell rang, signaling the end of class. Akihito jumped at the unexpected sound. Grabbing up his things, he quickly bowed and raced out of the classroom. He headed straight for the closest bathroom he could find. Locking himself in a stall, he dropped his belongings and undid his pants. Relief filled him as his hard dick sprang free of its confinements.

Closing his eyes, Akihito allowed a fantasy world to overtake him. In his fantasy, Ryuichi was in the stall with him. His unique golden eyes darkened with lust. Lust for Akihito. His large, calloused hand teased the smaller boy's cock with gentle strokes. Akihito moaned. He loved how his lover touched him. Ryuichi's touch was unlike anything that Akihito had ever felt before. Fingers skimmed over the head of Akihito's cock. Akihito shuddered. "Mmmmmmmm, Ryuichi." A finger pressed painfully into the leaking slit, Akihito hissed out a breath. "AHHHHH YES!" Ryuichi's other hand joined in on the fun. Reaching into Akihito's pants. Seeking out the jewels hidden there. Ryuichi squeezed, feeling nothing. Just like that, Akihito was stripped out of his fantasy. He bit back a sob.

This was how all his fantasies ended. Unfinished and ashamed. Akihito's fist slammed into the stall wall. Why couldn't he be whole? The doctors said he need not fear being unable to work properly. His dick was completely functional. As was his sole testicle. He would be able to have children, experience orgasm. Yet, Akihito felt incomplete. A freak. Akihito closed his eyes. Ryuichi would never want to be with someone like him. With a sigh, Akihito put himself back together, grabbed his things and headed off to his next class.

~ The Bad Boy & The Innocent ~

Akihito entered his home economics class. His eyes alighting on Kirishima Kei. Another childhood friend. Glad to see a familiar face in one of his classes, Akihito headed straight for his friend. "Hi Kei."

"Afternoon Aki."

More students filled into the class, claiming their seats. The teacher entered. It didn't take Akihito long to learn that this teacher was just another bag of hot air. Annoyed, he faded out. The classroom door opened, and Akihito was brought back to the here and now as he saw a familiar shoulder length blond boy with blue eyes and the ever-familiar presence of his best friend and crush. Mikhail and Ryuichi. The two teens bowed to their teacher. Saying their apologies for being late to class. The two late comers headed straight for the only table left open. Right next to him and Kei. Ryuichi looked over at Akihito and smiled.

"Hello Aki." He said softly.

"H-hi Ryuichi." Akihito looked away, a deep blush staining his cheeks.

~ The Bad Boy & The Innocent ~

Walking home was difficult for Akihito. Ryuichi had his arm thrown over his shoulder, just like he always did. Akihito usually loved when the taller boy did this. However, today he was feeling jealous of that damn model, embarrassed about trying to masturbate to a fantasy about his best friend and feeling ashamed of his body. All around him, the other boys talked and laughed. Telling each other raunchy jokes.

A hand slapped Akihito on the back. He turned to see Mikhail grinning down at him. "Hey Aki, were having a party tonight. Your coming, right?"

Before Akihito could reply, another voice spoke up on his behalf. "No. Akihito does not like crowds and large social gatherings. He will not be coming." Ryuichi said firmly.

Akihito's shoulders drooped at the answer. While it was true, he had always wanted to attend one of the parties thrown by his best friend. He wanted to connect to Ryuichi on that level. However, Ryuichi seemed adamant that Akihito never attend one of his parties. It hurt Akihito in a way that nothing else ever had. Hurt, Akihito shrugged Ryuichi's arm off and raced inside his home.

"What's with him?" Feilong asked.

Ryuichi frowned. "He must be tired from being at school all day."

~ The Bad Boy & The Innocent ~

Takaba Richard stood waiting by the front door. Any minute now, his beloved son would be home from his first day of high school. Takaba Richard was both excited and nervous. Fearful of a repeat Akihito's elementary days. The door burst open and in came his son. The smaller blond raced right into his open arms. Richard hugged his son tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of his blond head. Sea green eyes looked up at him.

"Hello papa. I am home."

"Good, I missed you. How was school?" Takaba Richard led his son into the kitchen and sat him down at the kitchen table.

"Boring. I didn't learn anything. All those teachers did was talk about rules and expectations." Akihito pouted.

Richard chuckled. "Well it was only the first day Aki. You have to give them time to start teaching." Richard began to make his son an after-school snack. Fried peanut butter and jelly, a favorite of his son's.

"Did you make any friends?"

"I think so. Ryuichi introduced me to some of his friends at breakfast this morning. They were cool, I like them."

"How about at school?"

"Not yet."

"Did-did any…Did anyone hurt you?"

"No papa."

Richard released the breath he did not released that he had been holding. He had been so worried.