A/N: The world isn't as cruel as I thought it was. I had ordered the Sukisyo box set about a month or two ago, and I received an email saying that it would be shipped within a few days. You really wouldn't believe how incredibly pissed I was for those past two months when my order never came. I took most of that anger out on my younger brother, and just a few days ago, he finally retaliated. I was sleeping when he hit me in the head with the package, the bastard. Yes, he gets his revenge most the time when I'm asleep because he's too afraid to do it when I'm awake…pretty sneaky, huh? But, I didn't mind it so much that time, because I was far too busy fawning over my new DVD's. Sadly, they're in Japanese….and no subtitles. I spent the entire first episode confused and bitching about useless Japanese folk who were too lazy to add subtitles to their DVD's. So I had to go back and watch the first episode again, since I missed half of what they were saying. It was only then that I realized I had a button for subtitles on the remote…I haven't the slightest of how I overlooked that. I'm usually much more observant…almost to the point where it scares most people…anywho, I treasure my new DVD's dearly…now if only I could find a way to keep my brother away from them….

KousukeAsazuki: No, I'm not dying, though I really did feel like it. It was horrible. You really shouldn't judge a character by their actions or appearance, especially if you're just getting to know them.

Polaris18: I'm glad you wished for my recovery. It helped…kind of. Yes, I'm still going to help you move in. I made a promise to you, and you should know by now that I always keep my promises, unlike you. I'm still waiting for that oneshot you promised to put up two months ago.

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Hisou quickly ushered Hizumi into the building, safe from the eyes of the onlookers outside, and especially from little Narumi.

"What is it that you want?" the mint-haired boy seemed somewhat calmer than he had been while he was outside, now that all eyes weren't on him.

"Want?" Hisou parroted, laughing quietly. "There's nothing I want from you, Hizumi, though, there is something I wish to confirm." He stated, not wasting any time in getting straight to the point. "If you'll be so kind as to follow me…It won't take long….just a little walk is all I had in mind." The lavender-haired teen explained, turning and walking down the hall, which was mostly abandoned, save for a few students who had wandered from the lunchroom and mingled with their friends, chatting idly by their lockers to pass the time. There was a much more interesting way to pass the time, in Hisou's point of view.

"Where are we going?" The younger boy questioned, immediately having suspicions about the odd-haired boy and his intentions. Despite his growing suspicion, he fell in step with Hisou, deciding it better to place trust in him rather than Narumi.

"Don't ask questions." Hisou snapped in a bitter tone, meant as a warning to the boy behind him. "If you were more observant of your surroundings, you'd have your answer already."

Hizumi kept quiet, occasionally glancing at the doors he passed. "It's just a normal hallway…there's nothing…"

"Keep quiet." Hisou ordered, running short on patience with the boy, not that it was Hizumi's fault. He quickly turned a corner and stopped abruptly before two large doors that led into the library.

"The library?" Hizumi frowned slightly upon seeing the doors in front of him.

"No, it's the post office." Hisou shot back, bitterly, as he threw open the doors and sauntered into the large room.

Hizumi rolled his eyes, not at all amused with the boy's sarcasm, but followed him inside, anyway.

"Hizumi…." Hisou turned to the boy once the doors had closed behind them. Those marmalade orbs glowed in the dimmed light like dying embers. "I need to know…." Those long legs carried the boy forward, closing in on Hizumi and cornering him against the wall. "Tell me…." His voice dropped to a mere whisper, and a hand shot out, pressed on the wall near Hizumi's head, while the other caught the boy's chin and lifted it up.

Those honey-colored orbs stared into orange pools of fire, defiant, yet fearful. Orange eyes took in every detail of Mizutsuro's body, from the slight trembling of his lip, to the boy's trembling legs.

"Tell me…"

Hizumi shut his eye tightly as Hisou drew closer, his breath hot on his ear. A small whimper died upon his lips as he felt a foreign wetness caress the shell of his ear.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

Hizumi's eyes snapped open as his earlobe was drawn into that hot, wet mouth and gently suckled. "Hi-sou….you….we can't…" he whispered, feeling confusion and lust rage within him, warring with each other.

"We can…" Hisou purred softly, so as not to upset the silent atmosphere. Since the library was hardly ever used, there was no need for them to whisper, and they were free to make as much noise as they wanted, but unfortunately, the room and halls weren't soundproof. His head was lowered, and his lips glided down that long exposed neck, trailing feather soft kisses over the succulent flesh.

Hizumi let out a trembling sigh, hesitant to throw himself into the flames being ignited within him; to lose himself in the searing flame and to have his soul consumed, burned to ash from the inferno being fueled by the stranger's touch and burning kisses.

"Can you trust me?" Hisou questioned before going further to test Hizumi's limits.

"Yes." Hizumi's voice was no longer his own, but was the voice of lust; breaking free from its prison after being restrained for so long.

"With your body?" A soft kiss was placed on Mizutsuro's cheek, and a hand was slipped under his shirt, those slender digits resting lightly above the boy's heart.

"Yes." Hizumi gasped at the sudden coldness of the boy's hands upon his heated skin.

"With your heart?" Those ocher eyes gleamed brightly with a sinful lust for the boy, and his lips pressed softly to his in attempt to extinguish some of the heat radiating from his body at a dangerous level, threatening to consume the both of them. Hisou slipped his tongue past those parted lips, licking every inch of the boy's mouth and swallowing the younger one's moan that erupted from his throat. Reluctantly, he pulled away, licking his lips and finding that the boy tasted slightly of honey and strawberry.

"Yes." Hizumi gasped, having been left breathless from the heated kiss. His hands tangled in Hisou's hair, pulling him closer and demanding more.

"With your soul?" An arm curled around the boy's waist and he pulled Mizutsuro close, grinding his hips against the shorter boy's clothed erection.

"Yes." Hizumi gasped, thrusting his hips into Hisao's, silently begging for more of the delicious friction against his groin. "Hisao-sempai…please…"

'He's begging already…I'm just getting started…' he mentally laughed, then bit down softly on Hizumi's neck, leaving red marks on the beautiful skin. "Would you let Narumi touch you like this? Hold you…? Taste you…? Make you his?"

The mint-haired boy gasped, snapping out of his lust-filled state and staring wide-eyed at the boy in front of him. "Don't bring Narumi into this….It's you that I want, Hisao-sempai…"

"Is it really?" Hisao stepped away from the boy. "Is it really possible to want someone that badly after having known them for only a day? Was it really me that you were focusing on while I kissed you, teased you into the state you were in…or was it young Narumi?" he questioned. "If you can answer that truthfully, then I'll continue…"

"It was you. I swear, Hisao-sempai! It was you!" Hizumi yelped, desperately wanting to believe his own words, but some buried part of him told him otherwise.

"You're lying." Hisao smirked as a devious grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. His face drew close to Mizutsuro's ear, and a gentle kiss was placed upon the sensitive skin. "…Tenchi…" That single word was whispered, drawing an immediate reaction from his captive.

Hizumi gasped at the sudden nickname, his eyes widening as the events of last night crawled to the forefront of his mind. "…So you were the one who I ran into last night." The younger boy frowned, none too pleased with Hisou's sudden attitude change. In truth, he had liked him better last night. "You…you called me angel last night, and…"

"Pardon?" Hisou blinked once, twice, trying to understand the situation. "I'm afraid that you're mistaken. I've never met you before until today." He spoke. "I'm not sure what you saw of me or someone pretending to be me last night, but I assure you, you can see as much as you'd like tonight, if you're willing…" he whispered in the boy's ear, gently placing a hand to Hizumi's cheek.

The boy let out a startled yelp, immediately drawing back from the obviously demented teen, and staring at him as if he had grown a second head. "What the hell do you take me for? Why deny the fact that I met you last night? What do you possibly have to gain by lying to me about our meeting? Unless you've got amnesia, then you should remember, damnit!"

"Gain?" Hisou parroted, as he put a finger to his cheek and feigning a look of confusion. "I'm not that selfish as deceive people for my own personal gain. That's just plain dirty, and it's really cruel of you to assume that I would ever do something so devious and underhanded. Now as for denying that statement, I deny it because it's true." Hirosaka explained, as he took a step back from the cornered boy, lest Hizumi planned to suddenly assault him. "I'm not lying, so you can believe me if you want to. I assure you, Hizumi…" Those oddly colored orbs took on a lighter shade of orange in the dimly lit room, as he stared at Mizutsuro. ""I'm not like you…"

Hizumi growled at the comment, and opened his mouth to give a snide remark in reply, but the bell for the next class cut him off before he could deny the charges.

Hisou stood motionless before the accused, staring down at him through glowing, ocher orbs. "Don't you ever accuse me of something I'm not guilty of. I assure you, Hizumi…it will not end well." The boy threatened, as the objects in the room began to levitate, and the books on the library shelves began to tremble under the immense power the boy was radiating.

Hizumi forced down the lump in his throat, and tried to press himself further against the wall behind him, in attempt to escape the boy who seemed to house unearthly powers.

A brief chuckle sounded from Hisou's lips, and the objects in the room returned to their normal state, being handed over to gravity once more. "Now, seeing as how I'm really a nice guy and prefer to settle things without bloodshed, I'll trust you to keep this little session of ours a secret." The older freshman turned his back to the younger and strode across the room to the large doors that they had entered from. "I hope you've learned something, Hizumi. It would be such a waste of time and talent if you didn't…." Without a second glance to the boy, he made his way out of the room, stepping out into the hallway and heading to his next class.

Hizumi let out a trembling sigh as his legs gave out. His back slid down the wall, and he fell into a sitting position, wide-eyed and thoroughly confused as to the events that had just taken place. 'What is he….?'

A pair of deep, azure orbs stared down at the petrified youth, then glanced to the clock hanging on the wall. The silver-haired girl arched an eyebrow upon realizing the time, and mentally cursed herself for losing track of time. In less than three minutes, her next class would be starting, and she still had to find a way out of the room and get off campus without being seen. 'Hizumi….you and your personal matters are quite the burdensome task.'

Hisou traversed the elongated halls, lost only in thought. It was completely beyond him how Hizumi could be so incredibly selfish and somewhat naïve. He had to learn that it could be better to open his heart and take the risk of getting hurt in a love, than to forever close his heart off to everyone and hurt himself in the process. The latter would be far more painful to anyone, not just him. It would certainly prove to be worse for Ayumu in the end, who was trying so hard to throw himself into a relationship with a difficult, close-minded boy who had no idea of the concepts of love. 'That's why we have to make this work….' Hisou decided as he stepped into his next class and took a set as his desk. 'Though it may be a difficult task now that Hizumi knows about my powers……but it couldn't be helped. If he wasn't so difficult…' Hisou thought with a sigh. 'I'd be better off in dealing with Narumi. He'd be a lot more willing to cooperate than Hizumi, and it certainly wouldn't stress me out as much, at least not to the point where my powers get out of hand.' The lavender-haired youth caught a slight movement in the corner of his eye, and he quickly grabbed the pencil that had been lazily floating in the air. 'Jeez…' a brief look of annoyance crossed his face, but was hidden with a perfectly timed poker face as the teacher stepped into the classroom.

Hisou brought his hand up and lightly caressed the outline of his ear. A soft gasp died upon his lips at the realization of something missing. Quickly, a startled glance was given to the teacher who stood before the class, giving out the assignment for the period. The words fell upon deaf ears, and Hisou brought his hands onto either side of his desk, pushing himself out of his seat and running for the door. "I…I'm going to the bathroom!" he yelped, unable to think of a reasonable excuse for suddenly bolting out of class.

The teacher blinked once, quickly getting over the shock of the boy's sudden disappearing act. "Be back in five minutes." He muttered, then continued issuing the assignment for the class.

Hisou groaned inwardly at letting himself be distracted, and briefly wondered at what time he could have lost his earring. It could only have been with Hizumi in the library, but when….? The boy was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Hizumi wandering the halls like a lost lamb, and he ran past said boy in a blur.

Mizutsuro blinked as he noticed a streak of lavender and blue approach him, then fly past him as quickly as it had come. He stood, transfixed to that one spot as a gust of wind and a sonic boom followed soon after. 'What the….?'

Hisou burst into the dimly lit library and looked around the area frantically, wondering where the desired object had fallen.

"Looking for something?" A voice questioned, disrupting the silence.

"You're still here?" Hisou replied, briefly forgetting about the lost earring, and looking to a certain sliver-haired girl who sat perched atop one of the closer bookshelves, gazing down at him.

"I'm no ghost." The girl smiled as she jumped down from the shelf, landing on her feet with the grace of a cat. The uniform she wore was most definitely not that of Tsukiomi Academy, but that of a different school. The black, gothic-lolita dress and matching nylons she wore made her stand out like a sore thumb amongst the other students.

"Be careful no one sees you. You'd have hell trying to explain yourself to the principal." Hisou mentioned, as he cocked his head to the side, trying to understand the reason for her being there at all.

"You needn't educate me on such trivial matters. I'm aware of that, and I'm certainly defter at hiding certain situations better than you." The girl chided with a smile. "Like your little psychic powers. That was quite a show….are you perhaps having a difficult time controlling them…?"

"That wasn't my fault. They're a lot easier to keep in check when I have the…" Hisou began, before he was cut off.

"Earring?" Blue eyes stared directly into ocher, and the girl held out her hand, revealing said item to the boy. "Honestly, it's only your first day here. The last thing we need is for you to have an outstanding reputation as the boy who accidentally ripped the school to pieces with his powers. You should try to keep them hidden for the time being. It's too early to use them just yet, especially with them being unstable without your limiter earring." She sighed, lightly caressing the shell of his ear and snapping the silver item on the middle of his ear, much like Narumi wore his. "You lost it when you were playing with the Mizutsuro boy…when he had grabbed you by your hair…Your earring caught on his sleeve and it fell off."

"Oh." Hisou frowned, blushing a light pink at remembrance of it. "Yeah…I suppose that would make sense. Arigatou…Kirimi-chan." The boy smiled.

"Keep an eye open next time. I'm not always going to be around to correct your mistakes." The silver-haired girl scolded him. "I have to get back to class. Thanks to you, I'm already four minutes late."

"Jeez, detention won't kill you." Hisou frowned, knowing that rules were far stricter at her school than his.

"If I get detention, I will kill you." Her head turned, and those piercing azure pools glared daggers at him.

'If looks could kill…' Hisou thought, deciding to keep his mouth shut. "Whatever." He shrugged, realizing that he had to get back to his own class.

"Sometimes, I swear, you're just as bad as him." Kirimi huffed as she walked toward the large window at the far end of the library. With little effort, she slid the large glass open, pushing it aside before she climbed onto the window pane. "…You're both equally difficult."

"Well, we are the same…" Hisou smiled at the illuminated figure aglow in the sun's light, her pale tresses and dark dress being tossed playfully by a sudden gust; and for a moment, he could swear that she looked like an angel. 'She certainly doesn't act like one…' he thought, watching as yet another warning glare was sent his way.

"…….You're looking at my panties, aren't you?" She accused, narrowing those sapphire orbs.

A smile caressed the boy's lips at the sudden accusation. "Maybe." He spoke, though not having the slightest interest in the girl's underwear.

"Pervert." She huffed, before leaping gracefully out the window, leaving only a sakura petal in her wake.

Hisou stared at the open window, before approaching it and pulling it shut so as not to draw attention from anyone who passed into the unused library for some reason, or any spectator outside. 'And she calls me difficult…'

A/N: I hope you readers enjoyed this chapter, and don't have many questions about the events that occurred. If it seems that Hisou-kun is weird, I assure you, he is. And once again, I feel I have to point out, that he does not in any way, shape, or form belong to me. So please, don't confuse him with my own Original Characters. Now, I think I'm going to continue watching my beloved Sukisyo DVD's. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I find time between my anime, school, and taking care of my son and my brother. Ja ne.