A/N: As a warning to my readers, if you have a kid brother, I implore you, never put ferret droppings onto his pillow while he's asleep…especially if he's a wild sleeper and he somehow gets it in his hair. I believe he's actually quite pissed, since he tried to get revenge by spraying Raid on my pet ferret, Lucifer. (sighs) The vet said there wasn't much harm done, thank god, but I'm seriously going to kill my brother for that. He's done a lot more than that, so I have a plethora of reasons to throw him out of a moving car or some other form of punishment. Yes, we're just your normal family….we just try to kill each other ever waking moment. There's nothing wrong with that….most everyone who has a sibling has tried at one time or another. It is a never-ending cycle that has always occurred. From the days of Cain and Abel, sibling rivalry has existed, and sill exists even in our day. …..Cain and Abel…perhaps I could offer my brother as a sacrifice….while I ponder this crucial decision and find the materials necessary to build an altar, you readers go ahead and read this chapter. Enjoy.

KousukeAsazuki: I'm glad you reviewed. I had learned from Rae-chan that you were busy with college and all, so I decided that you probably didn't have the time to leave a review, and I put up chapter 7. And yes, his ramen caught fire. It really wasn't that unexpected, seeming he's managed to come up with worse things to do…My Original Character is definitely not Polaris, I assure you. Rae-chan gave me a detailed lecture about how that specific OC is forbidden, and how you're the only exception. I'm not jealous, though…I prefer on of her other OC's to Polaris, anyway. Hizumi does seem to be lacking in that department, doesn't he? I'm ecstatic that you seem to like the new boy. I do, too, and yes, he will be in future chapters.

Polaris18: Yes, it truly is…amazing. The girl is not Polaris, so you don't have to worry about anything. I apologize for the confusion.

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Hizumi arrived at Tsukiomi Academy earlier than usual, and had time to visit Hiyono in the Journalism Club before classes began. A small smile graced his lips as he traversed the hallways, passing scattered students on the way to his destination. He was suddenly stopped in his tracks by one of the juniors, who had brought an arm around his neck. A startled glance was cast in the boy's direction, and Hizumi immediately calmed down upon seeing that the boy was definitely not Ayumu Narumi.

"Hey, Mizutsuro, how about you help us with next week's game? The coach saw you shooting hoops on the court last week, and in all honesty, you're better than most our players." The blonde laughed and looked to Hizumi expectantly. "So how about it, eh? Signups are already over, but the coach won't mind squeezing you in if he kicks out a player…"

Hizumi blushed a light pink at the offer and squirmed out of the upperclassmen's grasp. "Um…Hirojima-sempai….I really appreciate the offer, but…I…I'm really not that great." The boy laughed softly, hoping that the third year would be satisfied with the declination.

"You're kidding, right? You're the best! You and Narumi are the greatest players in the freshman class!" Blondie exclaimed, attracting unwanted attention to the mint-haired freshman.

"Narumi? You asked him to join the team?" A thoughtful look replaced the confusion on the boy's face for a brief moment, as he considered the possibilities of joining the basketball team with Ayumu. Absolutely nothing came to mind. He'd rather join the cheerleading squad than be on the basketball team with Ayumu Narumi. "No thanks." Hizumi frowned, deciding against it. "I don't have the time." He lied, hoping it would be a reasonable enough excuse for the boy.

"Ok, well…if you change your mind…."

"I won't." Hizumi argued, hoping that he wasn't coming off as rude. The last thing he wanted was to be hated by the upperclassmen, when he had already gotten on everyone's good side, despite having done it through deception and lies. 'Still…it's better than being

rejected…' he pondered, deciding that he was happy with things the way they were.

Quickly, he continued on his way to the Journalism Club office in hopes to get to talk with Hiyono before the bell for first period rang. He stopped in front of the door, reaching out a hand to slide the door open. No sooner had he touched the handle, the bell sounded, and students poured out into the hallways in their haste to get to class. "Damnit…." Mizutsuro cussed beneath his breath, knowing that he'd have to meet up with Hiyono at lunch. The door slid open and Hizumi stared at the brunette who stood in front of him.

"Narumi…" the amber-eyed boy growled through gritted teeth, and glared at said boy like a cornered dog.

"And good morning to you, too." Ayumu spoke, confused as to why the boy seemed so hostile when around him. Last he checked, he was simply going about his own business, so what could he have done to agitate him? "You sure seem to be in a good mood." He noticed, realizing that sarcasm really wasn't the best tactic for dealing with Hizumi.

"Shut up." Said boy hissed angrily, then turned to get to his class. "Just leave me alone."

"What was that all about?" Hiyono blinked as she followed the brunette out of the Journalism office. "I've never seen Hizumi act like that before."

"Who knows?" Narumi shrugged, wondering if the kiss at the park was the reason for the directed hatred. 'That couldn't be it…could it? Why would he get so upset over a kiss? There's absolutely no reason….' The boy hesitated, never really thinking it possible. 'Unless I stole his first kiss….but would he really get that upset over it? Hizumi doesn't seem like the type to worry about that type of thing….but if he wasn't, why would he act like this toward me?'

"Maybe he ate something bad, and it made him cranky." Hiyono spoke up, tapping a finger to her chin.

"He's not like you, Hiyono." The brunette reminded her as he stopped at the intersection between two hallways. "My class is down this hall. I'll see you later, then."

"Oh, ok." The girl nodded, watching her friend turn and get swallowed up by the sea of students. 'I'm sure both he and Hizumi will be fine…' she nodded, then turned down the opposite hall, making her way to her own class before she was marked tardy yet again.

"Good morning, class." Mr. Minato greeted his students as he walked into the room after the bell had rung. The man strolled over to his desk and placed his things down on the smooth surface before casting his dark blue gaze over the children.

"Ohayo, Minato-sensei!" the class chimed in unison.

The math teacher smiled at the enthusiastic greeting and stood erect before the group. "Today, we have a new student joining us, so I want you all to treat him with respect and help him get around, understand?" A slight gesture was given toward the door, and a young man with lavender hair and bright orange eyes stepped into the classroom, standing beside the teacher. "Class, I want you all to meet Hisou Hirasaka. He transferred here all the way from Okinawa."

"Hello." The boy smiled warmly to the class, immediately drawing fan-girlish squeals from the girls in the group.

"Hirasaka…why don't you put your name up on the board, and while you're at it, you can tell us a bit about yourself, like your favorite color or something." Minato explained to the boy.

"My favorite color?" Hisou frowned slightly, but turned to the blackboard, picking up a piece of chalk between his fingers, and quickly writing down his name. "Well, as you all know, I'm from Okinawa. My family moved there from Hokkaido a few summers ago." He smiled, turning to face the class once more. "I like spending my free time reading, bathing in onsen, and going to festivals. My favorite color is blue, and my only weakness…" The lavender-haired boy hesitated, then strolled down the aisles until he reached a girl with light blue hair and darker blue eyes. The youth lowered himself onto one knee as if he were proposing, and gently took the girl's hand in his own, placing a kiss on the back of her delicate hand. "…is a pretty girl." He smiled, displaying a most prince-like behavior. More squeals and coos filled the room as he stood, walking back to the front of the class with a cherubic smile painted on his face.

"Uh…thank you, Mr. Hirasaka…" Minato sweatdropped. "You can take your seat now." He pointed out an empty desk beside Ayumu. "You can sit next to Mr. Narumi."

"Alright." Hisou smiled, taking a seat beside the brunette, then turning to face him. "Hi there." Orange eyes raked over the boy's frame, taking in every detail, and the irritated look on the brunette's face didn't go unnoticed either.

Ayumu avoided eye contact and made no attempt to reply to the boy, in hopes he would leave him alone. That prince charming attitude was no doubt a real turn off to the males in the class, and it was obvious that Hisou was very much ignorant of that. Even though he chose to ignore him, he could feel those deep, orange orbs staring at him, burning into him with every passing second. Not even Rutherford's glare held that kind of extremity. "You know, it's rude to stare." Narumi whispered as the teacher began his lecture.

"Domo, Narumi-kun….I was hoping that you would share your book with me…" Hisou whispered in reply.

"No talking in my class!" Mr. Minato growled, his hand hovering over the blackboard. With speed only a cheetah could match, he spun around, hurling the piece of chalk toward the two troublesome teens in attempt to knock sense into them and make it clear that talking wasn't allowed.

Ayumu's eyes widened as he watched the chalk fly at him with the speed of a bullet.

Those marmalade pools caught every movement, every precise detail, and the boy's mind had calculated the exact path of the piece of chalk, determining its target. Narumi. He watched with a calm stoic as the chalk drew closer to the brunette. At the very last second, he whipped his hand out, catching the object in mid-air before it could hit the boy seated next to him. A few startled gasps and murmurs reached his ears, and a small smile pulled at his lips.

"He caught the chalk!" One boy whispered to another.

"No one's ever caught the chalk before!" a few others murmured quietly.

Hisou shrugged it off, as if it was an everyday thing. "Narumi-kun…?"

"Y-yeah?" the boy had been somewhat shaken due to his near death experience, but still managed to squeak out a response.

Hisou placed his hand down on his desk and closed those odd colored orbs. "In a life or death situation, precision and timing matters. Be more careful. Two more centimeters….no….two and a quarter…and you could've been seriously hurt." He explained. Slowly, he brought his hands flat on his desk, pushing himself up out of his seat. "Minato-sensei…" Those ocher orbs snapped open, and in one fluid motion, his arm was flung out in front of him, and the chalk hurled toward the teacher.

Minato stepped aside before said object hit him, and watched it crash into the chalkboard, leaving a tiny indentation behind. "Hm." He glanced at it, cleared his throat, then grabbed a new piece of chalk, turning back to the board. "Continuing on with our lesson…"

Hisou sat down in his chair, as if nothing had happened, ignoring the hushed whispers and starting rumors going on around him. "Narumi…?"

"Hm?"

Hisou groaned inwardly at the boy's naivety, after all that had happened in the course of the last three minutes. "I still need to borrow your book."

Classes continued as normal, and students hurried to their classes, as they had always done, only today they rushed with the expectation of hearing the news of rumors told by their friends, and the twisted truths of the new transfer student.

By lunchtime, word had been spread throughout the school of the odd-eyed boy who had challenged and "assaulted" a teacher. Groups of girls and boys alike had flocked around the lavender-haired teen to interrogate him and find out for themselves if he was as great as rumors foretold.

"Ladies, ladies, one at a time. Please!" Hisou tried to maintain order amongst the high school girls who were clamoring around him like hens to seed. "There's only one of me, and I know that's rather disappointing, but…" he brought a finger under a girl's chin, tilting her face upward and gazing longingly into her eyes. "But that just means I can spend time with each of you lovely ladies, one on one." The girl's hand was brought to his lips, and softly kissed. "There is absolutely nothing that would give me more pleasure than seeing your beautiful smiles, my beautiful doves." He smiled, feeling the temperature increase to a dangerous level from the head radiating off of the girl's faces.

"Ugh, look at him, milking that prince charming act for all it's worth." Hiyono pouted, watching the crazed fangirls drool all over the new student. "He really doesn't seem like the type to relish all that attention. I mean, sure he's attractive, but that's no reason in itself to go crazy over a guy. If there's no real love involved, then it's only lust, right?" The blonde glanced over to Hizumi, who sat beside her at the outside tables, calmly eating the bento Kirie had left for him.

"How should I know?" The boy groaned, as he picked up a chunk of rice with his chopsticks. "I don't care about that kind of stuff. I've never been in love, and I prefer not to start anytime soon." He explained.

"So if a girl said that they liked you…" Hiyono began, simply putting the question on the table out of curiosity.

"I wouldn't care." Mizutsuro shrugged. "Like you just said, if a girl likes a guy just because they're attractive, then it's only lust. There's also the possibility that if it actually is love, it could turn out to be a one-sided relationship. The other party may not always feel the same way."

"True, but falling in love really isn't something you can control, like the weather." There was a moment of hesitation as she pondered quietly over her next question, unsure if she should voice it or not. "Hizumi…?"

"Yeah?" Those deep, golden pools lifted, focusing on the blonde in front of him. "What is it?"

"Are you…y'know…in love with Ayumu?" she questioned, instantly regretting it.

"Are you stupid?" the boy frowned, wondering if she was really that naive or just blind. "There's no way in hell I'm in love with that bastard. I hate him. End of story."

"Well…it's just…you seem kind of tense whenever you're around him…and you've been avoiding him lately, haven't you? I think that's a sure sign of a crush, Hizumi." The sophomore explained, trying to make it clear for him.

"I avoid him because he pisses me off!" the younger student growled, wishing to end the conversation before it got any worse.

"So you don't have any feelings for him at all? I'm sure that if you just…"

"No!" Mizutsuro yelled angrily as he rose from his seat. "I don't have feelings for him! I never will have feelings for him! So just shut the hell up about it, ok? I'm not in love with that bastard, Narumi!" The youth growled, succeeding in sending a chill down the blonde's spine and attracting the attention of a quarter of the school. Ayumu Narumi was no exception to the onlookers.

The brunette stared, wide-eyed at the boy whose words pierced the core of his heart and ripped his soul into shreds. All he had done from the very beginning was try to help the boy, and get to know him better, despite being somewhat suspicious of him. And for his help, he was being rejected. Determination settled on the boy's face, and just as he was about to push his way through the crowd to confront Mizutsuro, a pair of oddly-colored orbs settled on him, fixing him to that one spot. 'Wha-? I…I can't move…!' Narumi realized, unsure if it was paralysis from the shock or if the lilac-haired boy held some kind of magic power over him. Either way, he was helpless, frozen in place, and he could only watch as Hizumi was confronted by the transfer student, and taken with him into the building. 'Hizumi…'

A/N: I hope that this chapter's length compensates for the shorter chapters I've been writing as of late. I apologize for that. Since I don't want to disappoint, I thought it best to make up for it with a longer chapter, so I hoped that you all enjoyed it. The character known as Hisou Hirasaka is not mine, but I've been given unlimited ownership over him in exchange for one of my own original characters. This has been a challenging chapter to do, since I had to write it while I feel like crap. I think I'm getting sick, and my head feels like it's going to explode. What horrible timing….I had planned on asking Rae-chan for a favor. And now I have to find a way to get my brother out of the house for a few days, since I won't get any rest with him around. As a reminder to you readers…if you have a kid brother, kill him before he kills you. My little demon of a sibling hit me with a baseball bat the last time I was sick and fell asleep in his presence. …Maybe I'll set his pajamas on fire while he sleeps….or is that too cruel? Feel free to leave suggestions, or a review for this poor authoress' fanfic that she labors so diligently on, even on the verge of dying. Ja.