56: Ok, this isn't good. I haven't even corrected the first chapter and I'm posting the second one! Oh well, I've had 3 chapters finished in my computer anyway...
Watanuki: You lied. Liar.
56: Uke.
Watanuki: AM NOT! Aarrgh—wait and see...
56: I'm waiting.
Watanuki: whatever! I'm just here to say that every single character in this story isn't owned by 56—she's in no way would be as great as Clamp! And Doumeki is still owned by me.
56: Hmph. Uke.
Watanuki: what?
56: Nothing. –whispers- stay idiot, Watanuki!
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"I want to be the seme."
Shizuka Doumeki frowned at his boyfriend. It was a normal class and the teacher, as usual, had been mumbling some unimportant things in front of the class room. It was usual, normal, ordinary, habitual...
...and then those lines came out of Watanuki's mouth.
Yes, Watanuki was an idiot and bizarre and all, but who would expect such words coming out of that lips? At this time? This situation? And couldn't he wait until the lunch?? Oh, well, he thought, he's never been predictable after all.
Biting his lip to stop the urge to smirk, he replied.
"Idiot."
As always, Watanuki started to move his hands frenziedly that almost resemble a wet-angry-furious cat in many ways, though this time weren't as weird as always—considering the situation.
"Who did you call an idiot?!"
"Let me think. I think there are two possibilities. First one is you, the second one is you. Oh wait, silly me. It's you," the taller boy replied sarcastically. Watanuki glared murderously, his mind wondering the reason why he fell in love with the other boy at the first place.
"Look, I'm being serious."
"Oh, and the cows can fly now."
"I'M SERIOUS!!"
Doumeki amazed at the boy. Why would someone be serious at this kind of topic? He meant, seme and uke...
"It just happens, Kimihiro."
Doumeki always liked the way the shorter boy blushed every time he said his name. But this time, the said boy didn't only blush. Watanuki frowned.
"What do you mean 'it happens'?!"
"Just as it means. It's under someone skin, running through one's veins."
Watanuki's expression saying everything—it was the I-don't-get-it expression. "Ok, tell me one reason why I should be an uke."
Seeing how fast Doumeki could think of one, Watanuki quickly added, "I mean three. Think three reasons why I should be an uke."
Doumeki quickly held his index finger. "Reason number 1. The eye rule."
"The eye rule? I've never heard of—"
"Every yaoi fan-girls will know this—ask Kunogi or whoever. The one with bigger eyes is always the uke."
"How can I be the uke just because my eyes are bigger than yours??" He retorted. Doumeki shrugged in response.
"Don't ask me, I don't write the rules, I just know it's one of the basics," he then held both his index and middle fingers, "reason number 2. The height rule."
"The height rule...?"
"The taller one is the seme."
"Can't argue with that."
"Reason number 3," Doumeki held his ring finger to join his index and middle fingers, "you talk like a girl."
Ok, thoughts running through Watanuki's head, reason number 1 and 2, though illogical, are still acceptable. But reason number 3...
"I DON'T TALK LIKE A GIRL!!" He hissed. He almost screamed actually, but he still knew where he was and, since his grade had never been outstanding, he behaved. A bit.
"I don't even think you can spell 'boy-talk'."
"I can!"
"You can't. Show me how you ask a girl to go out. Boys style."
"I CAN! I can say, like—" he blushed a bit before saying, "Hi there chick, I'm not desperate, and you're definitely not my only selection—but I'm taking time out of my life to watch a chick flick or two with you, so I might as well look like sex while doing so. So you wanna go out with me?"
There was total silence.
Awkward silence.
If the guy in front of him wasn't Doumeki, that guy would've rolled on the floor laughing. But this was Doumeki. The archer's eyes widened and he couldn't hide an amused smile. Not to mention some students who sat around them heard those words and stared at him.
It was humiliating.
"DON'T LAUGH!!" he roared and waved his clenched fists on the air.
Unfortunately for Watanuki, the teacher had mistaken his waves and thought that Watanuki would like to answer his questions voluntary.
Watanuki's heart jumped a bit when he heard the teacher asked, "Yes, Watanuki, what is the answer to number 2?"
"Thomas Jefferson!!" He cried out randomly.
Then blushed deeply in embarrassment as he realized his fault.
"Idiot," Doumeki whispered from behind, "this is math."
He decided he would never, ever bring this subject again.
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Sweeping the gymnasium as detention, he thought about his deal with Yuuko. He still got 39 days left—or should he say he only got 39 days left? He knew he couldn't win the deal by himself; he got to search for help.
He decided he would either go to Himawari or Kohane. Or both. As long as it wasn't mentally-tiring humiliation.
He sighed and continued sweeping.
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56:
fastest update from me, ever.
But don't expect the next chapter will be this fast.
Um, anyway, review, ok? If I get enough reviews, I think I will edit the first chapter and update this story. I think.
Alright, hope you enjoy this chapter! :)