I'm back!

...And I'm proud to say that I've developed far as a writer. In fact, my writing is most probably tenfold the embarassing pieces I wrote before. As for my sister, Jessica... thank you all so much. It went straight to my heart to see how many of you supported me through such a difficult time. Despite being around... what is it... uh... a year now? I'm back for good, most definitely!

So. Business.

This story and others are going to be taken down. I improvised beforehand and it just lead to confusion and for lack of better words, a really crappy story plot.

But WAIT.

I will most definitely be writing a better stories though! Especially since I love Akaito x Mikuo so much! Just... not as badly as this one. I'll even give you guys a sneak preview of what one'll be about, this time around. The story will be called "A Piece of Paper to Reach You." So... uh... make sure to check it out!

A PIECE OF PAPER TO REACH YOU:

Mikuo's fingers clenched painfully hard around the bitten wooden pencil he held in his grasp as the infuriated boy furrowed his brow. "Akaito. You've been staring at me, poking me and generally harassing me for the past hour. Cut the shit, what the fuck do you want." He demanded in a bark.

"Mr. Hatsune... so pissy," The redhead smirked victoriously at his succession of finally provoking a reaction from the smaller teen "What's up with that? You'll never get a girlfriend if you treat her how you treat me, y'know?" Akaito swung his long legs upon his desk and leaned back onto the hind legs of his chair. "But... maybe you don't want one? Y'know, noones ever actually seen you with a girl that way... could you be...?" He smirked with a leer.

"That's enough." Mikuo's the legs of his chair scraped excrutiatingly loud against the classroom floor as he stood up. "I can't write a song for your band. Your insufferable. I despise you."

Akaito's expression remained unphased, his exterior cool and confident as he spoke casually, "It's not me who'll be singing them though. It's your dear sister who is ever so exicted to be singing one of your infamous literary works of art. "

Mikuo's jaw clenched as he muttered venemously, "Your a demon in disguise, Shion."

"So they say."

His head dropped in defeat as his teal bangs casted shadows over his cheek bones, "Fine. I'll write them. Just leave me the fuck alone."

"No deal. See ya." Akaito had swaggered with such self-righteousness to the door, it made Mikuo pale.

"I hate you."

"I hate you too."

AH.~ That's all your getting. What do you think? Would you guys read it? Don't worry, it's not a hate-hate relationship, it'll develop soon, but I'm taking my time with this one so I can produce to the best of my ability. WHADDYA THINK~?