Okay... I'll confess. This story only has four chapter. And sorry, can't do it, have to drop rating to teen. I guess I'm not meant to write SMUT right now. Then finally the fourth chapter will answer the main question. Anyways... Onwards!

Yeah, yeah okay, this is a short chapter too, so uninspired... I wouldn't blame anyone for leaving me some hate...

To reviews, which I almost forgot. Thank you starishandow! Again, I give you a promising heartbreak and you still review. I swear to you, the next new chaptered story I post will NOT be sad! But this is a happy chapter, I given you my word.

Disclaimer- if I said I owned this... I would be a lying sack of potatoes. Mumm, potatoes. I don't own those either.

Bleeding hearts.

Otoya blushed furiously. His eyes clenched shut, trying to hold back the the tears he wanted to let lose so bad. But then, Nanami would kill him if he tried. Even a shimmer in his deep red eye and she said she would maim. He didn't even know what that was until Masa told him. He didn't want to be hurt over something like this. But really, this was hurting him, in more ways than one.

"Masa, p-p-please don't make me do t-t-t-this." He tried to hold in his anguish.

"You agreed to help me earlier. We both know that Ren stays late, but if you take much longer you'll just have to redo it tomorrow. And wouldn't we be lucky if dear Toki were to catch a glimpse of you on his way out?" Masato lifted the redhead's chin up with his index finger.

"P-p-p-please."

"I don't know what you're complaining about. You look amazing." Nanami frowned, setting her pink make-up pouch in her school bag.

"That's not a compliment!" Otoya cried out, cringing slightly as he touched the silky smooth fabric of his long uninformed skirt. "Masa, please! I'd rather die!"

"That could be arranged." Masato said coldly. Letting his finger go from under the chin to Otoya's cheek, he smiled a scary smile. "But it would be a shame to let such a lovely lady die without showing her off to the world first."

"Otoya-kun, it's only for a short while." Nanami gave him a sympathetic smile. "Please just bare with it."

"But I hate being a girl! Syo-chan is so much better suited for it."

"Yes." Masato sighed. "I know, that's so true. But Syo was preoccupied with something else."

"Why can't Nanami handle it?" Otoya tugged at his shirt.

Masato sighed. His eyes lazily drifted over Nanami's handy work. If Otoya kept his head down nobody would even notice he was a guy. The bluenette held out his arm to both redheads. "Man up Otoya."

Otoya sniffled. "You're a big meanie!"

Masato didn't really think his plan out very thoroughly. He had only intended on getting the blonde's attention, not everyone else's. But with Otoya cowering, holding his arm tight enough to break it, they drew in more attention than anticipated. Even Namine on his other arm started to fidget uncomfortably. Not that he blamed her, although he really didn't care how embarrassing it was.

Because the only way to get a player to notice you is to be one. And that is exactly what Masato planned to do. He didn't even intend to have the blonde talk to him, all he needed was a look, a smirk, something that showed he was still interested.

"Masa." Otoya whispered in his ear.

"Just a little longer." He said, trying to see through the thinning crowd for the strawberry blonde.

"Masa." Nanami blushed. "Are you sure he didn't leave yet? Maybe we missed him. Wouldn't it be better-"

"No!" The blue haired teen turned his gaze to glare at her.

"Ne, Tomo, look who's a ladies man now." Ren's cheerful voice chimed out.

The the strawberry blonde stood, just a few short steps away from him with his own little redhead. Although they weren't attached in any way, they merely stood next to one another. But Ren's smile, it made Masato's cold heart skip a beat.

"It's been a long time Masa." The blonde smirked at him.