Ok, so apparently, despite lack of comments, people seemed to like this story. Well so do I, so I decided to continue writing it! Haha, well, this is the second installment, which took me all week to finally finish. And it's actually kind of a rush job, but I'm way too impatient and I need to see how this story will play out! Cuz I'm not even completely sure... I mean this one went a LOT different than what I had planned all week. But anywho, my BFF Jill, I mean Cassie (StaminaPenDragon), is really quite upset that I'm still writing this at 4:00 in the morning and she can't go to bed until I stop typing. So this will have to make due. I am quite excited with it! I hope you still enjoy it!!!

Selfish Usagi…

Abusing people's bodies like that…

Misaki winced as he stood up out of bed, sharp pains shooting down his lower body. He grabbed the big, white down comforter and draped it over his head, wrapping it tightly around himself to keep covered. Making his way downstairs, Misaki hissed at each step, eyes never looking up as he focused on keeping balance. When he reached the bottom, Usami could be heard laughing softly from the couch.

Damn Usagi…

Misaki's head shot up, aiming to glare at and harass his lover for laughing at something that was clearly his fault, when he caught sight of the true source of the man's amusement. Aikawa, Usami's editor, was sitting on the couch opposite Usami, smiling suspiciously at the naked boy limping underneath a blanket.

"Good afternoon, Misaki-kun! I brought you some cake!" the woman called cheerfully.

"Yes, good afternoon," Usami echoed smugly. Misaki's mind went blank as, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment, he turned slowly around to head right back upstairs.

What has happened to my life?!

Before Misaki could even make it three steps, Usami had scooped him up to bring him upstairs. He sat the boy gently on the bed as he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a black dress shirt, black dress pants, and a light grayish-purple colored tie- an outfit that Misaki hadn't worn since his first day of University.

"Why didn't you tell me that Aikawa-san was here!?" Misaki screamed, thrashing wildly.

"There's no need to be so upset. I told you never to be embarrassed around me," Usami replied calmly as he laid the outfit down on the bed.

"I'm not embarrassed because of you! Not everything is about you, if that's not so hard to believe!"

I can't stand Usagi-san! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!

"I'm sorry; I just didn't think you would wake up before she left. I didn't plan on waking you for at least another half hour. I would've warned you, had I known," Usami said, gently patting Misaki on the head. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach.

Stop being so nice to me!

Stop making me fall for you!

…

Me? Fall for… him?

"Well… uh, what's all that for?" Misaki asked, swallowing back any guilt he now felt for maybe overreacting."Are you still coming with me to visit Hiroki?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess. If you really want me to.""I do. Wear this, it's nice."

"Okay…" Misaki agreed cautiously, not quite sure what it was that the man really had in mind. He got dressed up anyway, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and met Usami and Aikawa downstairs in the living room less than ten minutes later. As soon as he made his way over to the living area, they both stood up.

"Hello again, Misaki-kun," she smiled at him.

She's always so polite.

That makes it all the worse…

"Hello Aikawa-san. I'm very sorry about earlier," he said, scratching idly at his head, not really looking her in the eyes.

"Oh, don't worry about it! You know how cute I think you two are!"

Then again, she is a dirty fangirl…

Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of Misaki's school, Mistuhashi University.

"You have a good friend here? What, do you have some sort of weird thing for young college students?" Misaki asked, sort of jokingly, but now slightly suspicious.

"A very good friend of mine works here in the Literature Department. He's an old childhood friend whom I haven't seen in a while."

"Oh, okay..." Misaki trailed, wondering just who this special friend could be.

"Are you jealous, Misaki?" Usami teased.

"What!? Don't be stupid," he replied defensively.

"Good. Don't be," the man said, quickly stealing a kiss from the boy. Misaki pushed him off, crossing his arms and looking out the window all huffy. A small smile slowly crept into his expression, and he quickly shook it off, but not before Usami caught a glimpse of it, laughing quietly at the boy's stubbornness.

I don't get this guy...

As they walked down the halls of the school, headed for the Literature Department, students clung to the walls, shocked that the Great Akihiko Usami was gracing their halls with his presence. And what was even more surprising, was that he was walking with that strange Misaki Takahashi, the boy that he often drove to and from school, as if they were close, personal friends. Every time Misaki tried to keep the spacing between them, Usami would pull him in closer.

What he is doing!?

"I told you never to be embarrassed around me," Usami said, loud enough for only Misaki to hear.

"Once again, this is all about you! This is my school, and the people here already think I'm a freak because of you!" Misaki whispered loudly, overreacting as usual. Usami rolled his eyes, and reluctantly let the boy walk a few paces behind him. Seconds later, they reached the door to the Literature Department, a teen in an olive-colored sweater jacket leaning against the wall beside it; eyes closed, head pointed downward, arms tightly crossed- clearly an unhappy boy. They ignored him for the moment, Misaki though slightly curious as to why this boy looked so angry, and Usami knocked quietly on the door. A thin, casually, yet cleanly dressed man of about the same age as Usami answered the door with a stern look on his face.

Ah! It's my crazy Associate Lit. Professor from last semester!

Well… I guess it makes sense that they would get along…

"Oh, Akihiko, you're early," the man with jaw-length brown hair mumbled to Usami. He looked down at Misaki with slight surprise in his expression. "So this is the boy. Well, Takahashi-kun, it's good to see you again. Are you enjoying your second semester at Mitsuhashi?" he directed toward Misaki.

"Oh, uh, yes, I enjoy it here very much, thank you, Kamijou-sensei," Misaki answered, a little flustered.

This is so strange…

I never thought I'd actually be having a normal conversation with this whack job…

"That's very good to hear, I'm glad," he answered back, slightly flustered himself. Not really knowing what else to say to his former student, he directed to the conversation back to Usami. "Well, uh, I still have a few more things to get in order before we leave. If you want to come in and wait, I have an old book of poetry we just got in. You might be interested to take a quick look... And uhm, Misaki," he added hesitantly, "this boy here is Shinobu. He's just waiting for my colleague to finish up here in the office as well, but maybe you could have a few words with him. He's thinking of attending M University next semester for Literature…"

And what, tell him how freakin' crazy you are!?

He'll never take your stupid course after that!

"Of course, sensei," Misaki agreed politely anyway, turning to look at the sad expression on the younger teen's face, eyes still staring at the ground. The associate professor then sighed, relieved to be free of this somewhat awkward situation, and slunk back into his office, followed by an expressionless Usami, but not before patting Misaki roughly on the head, receiving the usual death glare in return. A familiar tingle shot through the boy.

Why do you always do that!?

In front of… people, and stuff… it's weird, right?

"So, uh… you're a senior then?" Misaki started, completely unsure of what he was supposed to say.

"Obviously," was Shinobu's sharp answer. Misaki was slightly taken aback, but he tried to remain positive.

"Right, well, that makes sense," he laughed. "So, uh… why Literature?"

"Because Miyagi-san works in that department," Shinobu replied, just as dryly as before.

What the hell is with this kid?

"Oh, is… he your older brother, or something?"

"My former brother-in-law."

"Wow, really? That's cool then, to have a family member working in your major. You're gonna need the help if that crazy Kamijou is your professor…" Misaki trailed, cringing at the thought. The boy just became even more miserable-looking, if possible, and Misaki became alarmed.

"Hey, what's wrong? Don't worry; he's not all that bad. He'll only throw stuff at you if you don't pay attention," Misaki smiled, trying to cheer him up.

"No, it's just that… I dunno, nevermind..." Shinobu crossed his arms tighter, looking in the opposite direction. He looked like he might even cry.

This kid is…

"Listen, you can tell me. I promise I won't laugh, I'm here to help," Misaki implored genuinely.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not your problem," Shinobu said in a melancholic tone.

Why is he so down on himself?

"Hey, c'mon, don't say things like that. I honestly don't mind if you tell me," Misaki tried again, putting his hand on Shinobu's shoulder, looking at him sincerely. Shinobu's head shot up to Misaki at the touch, and a tear escaped his eye. Misaki immediately retracted, unsure of whether or not that was his fault.

"Is that man that you came here with your boyfriend?" Shinobu asked quietly, but seriously.

"What!? No! No, of course not," Misaki replied wildly, then calmly, shocked at the question. He felt a pang of guilt in his stomach the second he denied it.

Is Usagi-san my boyfriend?

I'm not quite sure how to truthfully answer that…

"Well, then you would never understand my situation, so please just leave me alone…" Shinobu replied, obviously offended by Misaki's answer for whatever reason.

"Hey, you don't know that," Misaki stated boldly, even a little defensively, "so why don't you try me."

Who does this kid think he is?

I've been through a lot more than he could possibly know…

At that same moment, Shinobu turned to face Misaki, one hand steadily pressed against the wall. He looked deep into Misaki's bright, green wondering eyes with his own, soft gray ones, and before Misaki had had any time to protest, Shinobu tightly pressed their lips together, hands roughly grabbing onto his shoulders.

What the fuck is wrong with this kid!?

Misaki put both hands up to Shinobu's chest in an attempt to stop the assault, just as he always did with Usami, but just as he always melted into Usami's kisses eventually, so he did with this one, as well. He started to kiss back, when Shinobu pulled quickly away, both boys breathing just slightly erratically, because it was more awkward than anything. Hands still gripping Misaki with strength, Shinobu looked deeply into his eyes once more, as if attempting to read him, the same scowl he'd been wearing since before they'd arrived still present. Less than a second later, he moved back to his defensive, cross-armed position against the wall, and continued their discussion as if some sort of question he'd had was now answered.

"Keep this to yourself. I'm only telling you this because I'm going crazy having to deal with it alone. The truth is… I'm madly in love with Miyagi-san," Shinobu admitted, voice and body shaking slightly.

"Uhm… oh…" Misaki replied, still in complete and utter shock at what had just happened.

"Yeah. We're sort of together, but he's still kind of on the fence about it, I think. Understandably, I guess. We are 17 years apart. Although, this whole thing is sort of his fault…" Shinobu trailed sort of bitterly.

"Well… uh, so what's the problem?" Misaki asked dumbly, not really comprehending the situation.

Did he seriously just kiss me?

Did I seriously just try to kiss him back…?

Shinobu sighed. "Well, that teacher of yours, they work together. They've known each other for a long time, and I think that maybe Miyagi-san may have some feelings for him. It kills me because there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. They're long-time friends and co-workers, and with that comes a relationship, whether plutonic or not, and no matter what, I can never top that. He's always so confused when he's with me, but when he's with him… he's so comfortable…"

This might seriously be the weirdest kid I have ever met…

"Uhm, well… if he says he wants to be with you, then I don't see any reason why he would lie about it…" Misaki thought honestly, finally composing himself.

"Yeah, right. There are so many good reasons for him to be with that stupid Kamijou than me. He's older, smarter, better looking, more experienced, and I'm sure that the list just goes on and on…" Shinobu looked just about ready to cry again.

This kid has serious self esteem issues…

And for no good reason, too.

"Shinobu, listen to me. You have to stop thinking so badly of yourself. I can't see any reason why anyone wouldn't want to be with you. You're young, yes, but so am I. What's so wrong with that? And you seem pretty damn smart to me. As for experience, I can't really tell you how much you have, but does that really matter, in the end? I mean look at you, you're seriously an attractive kid. This Miyagi-san should be grateful to have such a nice, caring boyfriend like you," Misaki blurted out, quite serious, yet also quite surprised. Shinobu stared at him, unbelieving.

"…You really think so?"

"I do," Misaki smiled at him, mussing up his hair. Shinobu smiled back for once, just as Usami, Kamijou, and Miyagi walked through the door.

"Ready for the big, surprise triple date?" Usami smiled at Misaki, pulling him away from Shinobu, hugging him close to his side. And Misaki let him, because he didn't know what else to do.

Ok so there is it! I didn't expect Shinobu to actually kiss Misaki, that was a big surprise to me, lol. But it seemed to fit. So jeez, what will happen next? Misaki cares about Usagi-san, but... Shinobu might just be too irresistable! Oh noes! Personally I'd go with Hiroki but that's just me, I guess... lol. So coming up next? The big date with all the Junjou couples. Awesome... *starts to think what the hell she's gonna write* Cassie, help! Haha. Review, please!