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Chapter 1:
'What the hell is taking him so long?!' An angry Saruhiko thought. The young male stood by the luxurious entrance of Munakata's house, waiting for the older boy to come out. Sadly, Fushimi knew the kind of vain person Reisi was, he always took a big part of his time on his personal appearance.
"The narcissist bitch". Munakata was his long time friend, but that didn't mean he couldn't insult the bluenette from time to time without resulting on one of Reisi's dramatic scenes, which nobody liked to provoke...ever. It was like a special bonus for best friends.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Reisi came down the stairs looking as flawless as ever.
"Sorry, Fushimi-kun, my father wanted me to take care of a bit of paperwork before school".
"Tsk. It's not like that old man is already dying". Reisi let out a subtle laugh. "Don't insult my father, he might be old, but he's still up for a long life".
"Yeah right". Whispered Fushimi sarcastically.
Munakata smiled and both of them made their way to Reisi's beautiful Royal Blue car.
"Tell me, Mikoto-San, do you feel like walking or taking the bus to school?" If there was someone that could turn Mikoto's storms into blue skies, it was definitely his long time friend Yata Misaki.
The cooper haired youth was like a bundle of joy and positivism, to the point of irritation. Though, Suoh was already used to the younger boy and his sickly cheerfulness.
"Probably walking". Yata nodded enthusiastically. "That's a good idea! We can even provoke those sassy students from the fancy school, uh?!" Suoh shook his head.
"Not today kiddo, stay out of their way".
Maybe it was destiny, or probably life was just a bitch. But right next to their third world school was the fanciest institute they've ever seen. It was equipped with high technology and amazing learning tools.
'And just for a bunch of spoiled brats'. That's what Mikoto thought every time he received a disgusted glance from one of the students.
"B-But Mikoto-San!" Replied Yata with a frown on his face.
"Better do what Mikoto Says, Yata-Chan. Those blues only bring problems; they're like a bunch of babies with too much money on their hands". Kusagani Izumo replied.
The blonde was cleaning the bar with an expression of pure love and extreme dedication. That creep.
"That's exactly why we should teach them!".
"Enough talking, we'll be late let's go".
"W-Wait! Mikoto-San!"
Izumo could only smile at the pair.
"Good lord, those two are hopeless".
"By the way, how was your date last night?" Munakata groaned in reply.
"That bad uh?" Said Fushimi while he looked for a good radio station without shitty music.
"Tsk!" He finally gave up and sat straight again.
"You know me Saru; you know I don't ask for much. I just want a loving, handsome, rich, good mannered, positive, caring, funny man...Is that too much to ask?".
"You tell me". Replied Fushimi, raising a delicate eyebrow.
"And yes I've met a few, but it has never been like...how can I say it?"
"Gay?".
"Magic".
"Gay".
"Am I not good enough? What am I even saying? Of course I'm good enough! They should be beaming with happiness that I, Munakata Reisi even acknowledge them".
"Yeah". Reisi turned to look at Fushimi briefly.
"How about you Saru?" Said man only sighed.
"What are you...MUNAKATA WATCH OUT!"
At Fushimi's scream, Reisi stopped his car abruptly, the force making them grip their seats tightly for a bit of balance.
A loud crash was the only thing Munakata registered before opening his eyes again.
Luckily the car was still standing. But a huge hole and what used to be Royal Blue paint was now a terrible and ugly grey with scratch marks.
"My father's going to kill me". That was the first thing Munakata said after he got out of the car.
"And I will gladly help him". At least he had his Best Friend's support.
"Tsk!" Or not.
There is a kind of silence that doesn't even belong to a funeral. It wasn't a pregnant, awkward, we-will-laugh-afterwards silence. Oh no, this silence was one specifically designed for him.
"Father I..."
"Fifth". His father interrupted him.
"What?".
"This is the fifth car in a year you have destroyed". Munakata exhaled deeply.
"Not destroyed but..."
"Oh yes sorry, two were lost in a crash, you sold one to buy a Channel Jacket, the other got lost because you were drunk and forgot were you parked it and the other you lost in gambling...that surely if better right?".
He hated when his father got all sarcastic on him. Those were bad times; it wasn't as if they didn't have the money to buy another after another.
"Look father, I'm sorry okay? It won't happen again". He said softly. Reisi wasn't the sentimental kind, especially with his family, so his 'softer' side was just made for apologies he knew he couldn't win.
"Yes it won't, I'll make sure of that". Munakata smiled. Another success.
"Thank you father I..."
"I...am not done yet, sit down". Reisi did what he was told, slowly returning to his seat.
"You know I love you son, I might not tell you this often, but I do. I want you to become a man; I want you to run my company like nobody else. But as the way things are going...I'm afraid you might be not good enough".
Those words felt like daggers in his chest. It was a mix of feelings, anger, sadness, and disappointment...everything hidden in simple words.
"But I still trust you, Reisi. I will make you change, you're so vain and act like nobody is superior to you, such arrogance won't take you anywhere".
His father stood from his seat. The older man reached out a red carpet with a symbol printed on the front. It was the 'HOMRA' school's symbol. That horrible, underrated school full of bandits and probably former convicts.
"Yesterday I visited HOMRA and was given the chance to know the school a little bit better. I realized they are like a family. United and supporting, all students are humble and nice to be around. I think, son, that being part of this school will give you great benefits".
"Wait...father; you're not implying that I visit this school, right?" He asked nervously.
"Oh no son, I'm confirming that you WILL attend to this school for the rest of your high school years".
His father opened the carpet and took out a single sheet of paper, he handed it to Reisi who took it with shaky hands.
He scanned it with his big eyes in awe. It was a goddamned letter of acceptance.
"You can't do this..."
"Oh I already did. Your classes start tomorrow, so I suggest you to inform that friend of yours and prepare yourself mentally".
He was so mad. So angry and so...
Munakata stood up and left his father's office in silence.
If his father was thinking that attending an ugly, dirty school will change the way he was, he was totally wrong.
Reisi took out his phone and dialed Saruhiko's number.
"What is it?" Answered Saru with his typical monotone voice.
"I cannot believe this!" Munakata half screamed.
"What? You broke a nail?".
"My father is making me attend that ugly school called HOMRA! I mean, what kind of name is that? Anyway I cannot and will not accept this!".
"But it's already done"
"Well yes, but Fushimi! I won't survive in that jungle of ugly ex convicts! I'm not used to those pigs".
"You're just exaggerating".
"Yeah, like you're not the one in my shoes right now".
Munakata could hear a 'Tsk' coming from the other end of the line.
"I say it's a chance to meet new people, how bad can it be? Besides, I'll visit you, if it makes you feel any better".
"...Fushimi...You are going to flirt, I know you too well".
"Maybe, but something's better than nothing".
Reisi sighed.
"You're right".
"Who knows, maybe you'll end up getting married to one of those 'Ex convicts pigs'".
"HA-HA nice one Saru, but I'm too good for any of those stupid wild monkeys".
"Whatever".
"See you tomorrow".
"Yeah just hang up".
After hanging up, Reisi let out an exasperated groan.
"Tomorrow's going to be a long day".
The bluenette took a shower, changed into his satin pajamas and wrapped himself in soft cotton sheets.
"Dating one of those pigs? AS IF! Not even in a million years".
That was his last thought after giving himself to the arms of Morpheus.
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