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Chapter 4: I don't need a hero

Wataru frowned. He could feel thee vein throbbing immensely in his neck. He couldn't believe the nerve of this guy, feeling him up in such a forward manner in a public place, nonetheless.

'Calm down Fujii, maybe the perv will leave you al-!' Wataru was jolted out of his prep talk when he felt an especially firm grasp on his left buttocks. That was it; this was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Whirling around to face his assailant, he glowered at the lecherous look on the goon's face. The guy just didn't know when to stop. Usually when the victim knows who's harassing them and has looked you in the face you're suppose to stop; but no, this guy just kept squeezing his butt.

"Excuse me, sir," he said, exaggerating politeness. "Could you refrain yourself from the need to grope me excessively or is that too much for your brain to comprehend?"

Wataru's pervert stood there and glanced around back and forth. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the two of them and rumors were being spread.

"I heard the man's a molester."

"A pedophile is what he is!"

"He probably watches kid porn."

With speculations after speculations surrounding him, the guy didn't know what to do. He stared at the cobalt eyes and began to sweat.

"Well," Wataru said testily.

"U-um, I..." he dashed out of the café, escaping all the accusations and judging eyes, especially those intense blue eyes.

'Now that, that has been taken care,' dusting off the imaginary dirt, 'I believe I deserve a drink of some sort.'

It was tough work being beautiful; people always wanted something from you. They assumed that you were the "type" of person, who needed someone to tell you, you were beautiful all the time.

Wataru inaudibly snorted. 'Hmph, as if I am that shallow.'

He blatantly ignored the pitiful advances of the men surrounding him. They thought with lame pickup lines, like, "Hi, I'm foreign. I've got Russian hands and Roman fingers," or "Excuse me. I'm from the FBI, the Fine Body Investigators, and I'm going to have to ask you to assume position," and of course his favorite, "Do you want to see something swell?"

Gazing at the menu, Wataru just couldn't decide what to drink. Should he have the coffee mocha with caramel or should he have the strawberry fruitkula. The waitress giggled at the face he made. Wataruhad his tongue peeking out from between his heart-shaped strawberry lips. His long index finger tapped the side of his cheek, and his chin was cradled between his thumb and index finger. With his head tilted to the side and a look of indecisiveness, he made the ideal picture of cute.

"Can I help you, sir?" She asked him, awaiting his response.

'I can have the coffee mocha, but I don't want caffeine; or I can have the strawberry fruitkula to cool me down from the heat. Aaaargh, I want them all, but that would be fat of me, fat of me I say. Who is she talking to?' Wataru glanced around front of back before looking back at the waitress.

'Me?' he silently thought, pointing to himself. The waitress affirmed and inwardly giggled at his adorableness.

"How may I help you?" she said again.

"Oh, um, I want a...coffee mocha with whipped cream, drizzled with dark fudge, caramel, and bits of grounded coffee beans, please," he finished, smiling angelically at the waitress. "Oh, and if it's not a problem, can I have a brownie with vanilla ice cream on top," he gave the waitress his best puppy face, and this time she laughed.

"You're so cute."

Wataru grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, you know, I try," shrugging his shoulder.

She laughed again, "Your order will come up soon, okay. Now, what name should I call when it's ready?"

"Um, Wataru is fine."

"Alright, your order should be ready in about four minutes."

"Thank you," Wataru gave her a smile before heading to the patio to find a table.

He maneuvered himself through the crowd of tables until he found a seat next to seemingly alright table companions. His neighbors, sitting next to him, were a couple more than likely on a date. Wataru gaze strayed towards their side as he sat in boredom awaiting his order. Just as fast as he had got rid of the molester, he turned his gaze away from the table on his side. The boyfriend, he presumed, was making suggestive gestures from his seat, not smart enough to be discreet with his forwardness. His girlfriend frowned at Wataru. The grip on her drink tightened even more, as her boyfriend began to focus his attention on the "hussy" next to them.

Seeing red, the girl stood up clutching her drink in her snake-like vice. She had sprunged up so sudden, the chair fell back, everyone turned to see the commotion. "Back off bitch, he's mine!" yelling at Wataru. She took her drink, and with a flick of her wrist, Wataru found himself covered from head to toe in sugary, sweet red juice.

Wataru sat there in disbelief, a trail of red juice traveling down into his already soaked shirt.

'Ummm,' he thought, 'strawberry.'

He glanced at the couple, and shook his head as the boy tried to calm his girlfriend down.

The couple were yelling now and Wataru and everyone else were force to bear witness to their feud.

"Wataru, your order is ready."

He got up and didn't spare any of the people that were watching the scene a glance, failing to notice a pair of golden eyes watch him make his way to the register. He walked down the little pathway that was clear, a trail of strawberry juice to follow in his wake. The waitress turned around with his order and gasped, almost dropping his dessert and drink.

"What happen to you?" concerned for the boy before her.

Wataru smiled slightly, "A woman scorned," pointing to the couple in the back, who were having a very heated argument. Hussy and tramp were a few of the selective words from the word bank.

The waitress nodded her head in understandment, "I have a change of clothes that could fit you in the back, if you want to change here," gesturing to his crimson colored getup.

"Really, thanks," Wataru smiled, very grateful to get out of his sticky, wet garments.

After changing into tight black jeans and a regular green tee, Wataru stepped out of the stall only to find himself face to face with the bane of his existence. There in front of him was the one and only Yuichi Kazuki, top student of Ryokuyo Academy, heartthrob, and all around "nice" guy or so everyone thought.

Wataru frowned in distaste. He didn't understand why girls liked him, but they did. It was practically a fact of life, though strange to him, girls' just digged good-looking guys that were mean.

Kazuki's almond-gold eyes surveyed his entire body with a calculating smirk on his face.

"Fancy meeting you here, Wataru, after your sensational performance as the other "woman", I'm surprised you aren't crying in mortification."

Wataru's frown deepened, "What do you want, Kazuki? More importantly, what are you doing here?"

Kazuki released a short chortle, flipping his bangs from his eyes with a quick swipe of his hand, "Why I was here trying to enjoy my weekend, until your little soap opera episode disturbed my peace."

Rolling his eyes, Wataru shoved Kazuki to the side, "whatever," side-stepping him.

Wataru washed his hands in the sink, trying not to look in the mirror to see Kazuki casually leaning against the bathroom wall. He was expecting Kazuki to make another snide remark or two, but oddly enough he was silent. Wierd, yes, but pleasing nontheless.

"So I see you changed your clothes," Kazuki said, making light conversation.

Wataru rolled his eyes again, "ever observant, you are."

Kazuki smirked, "Of course, I have to be. Maybe if you paid more attention to detail you could actually become a somewhat decent student."

Wataru turned around to lean against the edge of the sink, his arms were crossed in front of him, as he regarded Kazuki with a cool gaze.

"Why is it you find it in your best interest to pay attention to my every move? It's almost as if you're stalking me, Kazuki?"

Kazuki shoved off from the wall and sauntered over to where Wataru was. Using his height to intimidate him, he leaned forward, as if readying himself for a kiss.

"What, you're lonely without me? Want me to stalk you, Wataru, make you feel special?"

Wataru closed his eyes, feeling himself swept away by Kazuki's voice. It was quite pleasant, not as if he would ever tell him that anytime soon. Regaining his senses after realizing how close Kazuki was, he shoved him away; forcibly shoving him against the wall. Wataru blushed, not meaning to shove him away with so much force, he lowered his head, he did it again. He caused Kazuki to mask his emotions because of his rejection. Before he knew it, he found himself against the wall with Kazuki nestled in-between the little space he had made with his legs.

Kazuki smirked and brushed his fingers down Wataru's right cheek. Wataru trembled and nearly sank to the ground on his knees, but it was his pride that kept him up. Warm breath tickled the bottom lobe. Wataru paled, his heart was racing and was pounding so loudly, he was surprised it didn't' jump out. Wataru flinched away, and swore he could feel the soft pressure of Kazuki's lips against his jaw line.

"You really do look like a girl, Wa-ta-ru," emphasizing strongly on each syllable of his name. Wataru opened his eyes only to see his reflection against the window. Kazuki was right. Pinned against the wall with his neck tilted to the side he looked submissive and wanton, as if begging for something he couldn't even describe. As fast as the contact had come, it was gone only to be replaced with the cool air from the air condition above.

Kazuki laughed at the confused look on Wataru's face. Running his hand through his honey-brown hair he spared one glance at Wataru before leaving, cool and composed.

This time Wataru did fall to his knees, and sat there in his stupor.

'That, that jerk he did it again,' shaking in silent rage. 'He thinks he can show up and leave so suddenly like that, I don't think so.'

Wataru fleeting look at the clock, before it dawned on him he had left his coffee mocha crunch with fudge and ice-cream at the register.

He rushed through the single door, nearly knocking down the person entering. The waitress glanced at the clock, worrying about the boy with the beautiful blue-eyes.

'I hope he didn't forget his food.' She gazed in admiration at the boy with the golden eyes that had just left, as did the rest of the girls, and thought him beautiful but lacking something.

She turned around again after hearing soft pants; it was the boy with the beautiful blue eyes.

"Hey there," she said, smiling, "I thought you forgot your food."

"Um...I took awhile in the restroom," Wataru replied, laughing nervously.

The waitress didn't comment and handed him his food, giggling at his nervousness. She suspected something because he looked frazzled, but she didn't say anything because it was none of her business.

'Maybe it has something to do with that boy from earlier. Oh my, they could be a couple!' She watched Wataru's face fill with joy at the sweet treat presented to him. 'Now that's true beauty.'

Wataru made his way back to the table, surprisingly it remained free. The couple from earlier wasn't there, but he could have cared less.

'Hmm, if girls are going to start treating me like this, I should stop coming out of the house and just lock myself in my room and listen to music. Yup, sounds like a plan,' he took a bite of the fudge, 'but maybe I'll come out for a treat or two...or a couple.'

All thoughts of Kazuki, jealous females, and pervy molesters were lost as he enjoyed a chocolaty treat.

The drinks I mentioned earlier I tried them both at a bookstore, they were so delicious. Those pickup lines are lame, but funny in their own way. Cookies to anyone, who can guess what each one implies and tell me, too.

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Again please review and tell me what you think. I believe this to be my longest chapter ever, and I can't guarantee for sure if it would ever be this long again, but I can try. Thank you for putting up with me and I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Thanks guys, and see you later.