A/N: EnJoY!

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"Eh? Takeru-chan, what's up?" Ruka asked worriedly when Takeru's smile dropped noticably. He hadn't even noticed how Ruka called him.

"It's Motomoiya-kun. He…he ran away when he saw me."

Tsubasa's face fell as well. It seemed to them that Takeru's voice was of disappointment. Takeru's shoulders hunched when he ate, if he ate at all after that, Motomiya's cinammon eyes as they saw him etched in his mind.

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It hadn't been an issue before, but it certainly was a traumatizing experience, one that he thought had him avoiding guys completely. He'd shut any memories of it out, and vowed never to speak or think or try to think of it ever again. He was breaking that promise to himself right now.

But what did all of that mean? Takaishi is anything but gorgeous... maybe appealing to the eyes... the merigold hair was nice, and it tinges his bright blue eyes wonderfully... but nothing more, he assured himself, desperately. His heart fluttered a bit when he thought about the small gesture Takaishi did for him at breakfast, and thought that along with the brilliant smile he saw earlier. He decided wistfully that he'd want to see Takaishi laugh more, considering he'd been pulling at Takaishi's leg only to see his face twist into an adorable pout, and grab his attention. He realized this now, and physically slapped his forehead because of all the poncey thoughts drifting in and out of his mind.

And the scary thing for him was that he was quietly considering it in his mind and weighing options, kicking a stray stone as he made for the south building for his next class. It wouldn't be the same as last time, he was sure. It wouldn't do him no harm, physical or otherwise... he shook his head violently. He's breaking his promise again just thinking about it.

But will Takai--Takeru be worth it? Would Daisuke be willing to be that person-- a person who can be someone for someone else? He knew the guy was a very kind person, but will he be able to tolerate Daisuke? Won't he be wary or afraid that Daisuke was only playing with him? Most of all, will he even like Daisuke?

He was more worried about the possible worries and doubts Takeru might develop if he continued with this, more than his own doubts and worries. He was already thinking of the other person before himself. He was saying all of this, and they weren't even in a relationship yet.

He abruptly stopped. Relationship? Is that what he wanted out of this? With Takeru?

He found that incredibly ironic and laughed, almost hysterically, when only yesterday he got both of them in trouble by flinging potatoes with a spoon at the cafeteria. This thought then led to that seemingly obtrusive relationship Takeru has with Ando. Jealousy flared in him and struggled a bit to push it down. When had they started hanging out anyway?

He began to be aware that he was whistling. It was a strange tune, nothing he'd heard before, and yet he was whistling it as if it were etched in his mind permanently. And then realization struck him. It was something new, so it had to be written down.

He took a detour and headed for the third music room immediately.

Approaching th building he came to an abrupt stop. There were four teenage boys stationed at the entrance. His face paled when he recognized them, especially one person, the very same one he promised not to think about again.

"Daisuke," came a deep tenor voice, one he knew too well. Memories of that voice whispering to his ear barraged his mind, but he kept them in check and locked them up. He stiffened, but held his ground.

"Haseo-sama." His tone didn't betray any emotion. That was always the case after his and Haseo's past.

The brown haired teen smirked and glanced at two of his companions, who immediately circled Daisuke. No use excaping now, Daisuke thought bittery.

Haseo spoke. "Daisuke, I've heard about that little quarrel which happened in the cafeteria yesterday. Not in too much trouble I hope."

Daisuke hated that plastic face of worry, and that artificial tone of concern.

"What's it to you, Haseo?" he spat.

Haseo's eyes glinted eerily. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I just like to watch you and your little rebellious side. Whatever the case,--" he pulled the last of his cronie next to him, a rather handsome one, with sparkling blue eyes, "--I'm not very much into your type any more, Dai."

His hand wrapped around his cronie, who purred in appreciation, before dropping his head down and kissing the boy languidly and passionately. It made Daisuke sick to the bone, cursing his body for responding traitorously against him. Sure, he remembered, Haseo was undoubtedly attractive, but a display like that, with no shame whatsoever, repulsed him greatly.

"I'm more interested in blondes, now, I think."

Daisuke's eyes widened a fraction. He instantly knew what Haseo was talking about. He didn't let it show though and held his mask of indifference in place.

"And why are you telling me this, Haseo?" he emphasized the disrespect in his voice.

Haseo chuckled maliciously. "Tsk tsk, Daisuke. Where are your manners? You certainly weren't that poisonous when you were squirming in my bed." He sneered as he licked at his cronie's half-open lips. Daisuke's hands balled into fists, his foot firmly dug onto the ground, his slicing glare attempting to phase Haseo's haughty facade.

"I don't have time for this Haseo. If you'll let me through..." he muttered darkly, sidestepping the supposed couple, when one of Haseo's friends grabbed his arm. Haseo snickered.

"I saw your little reaction this lunch, Dai-kun. He does have a rather angelic laugh, does he?"

The cronie let go of his arm, which he knew would have a bruise, and stalked off, angry and flushed and frustrated more than anything, the melody that built up in his head long forgotten.

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Takeru's day was a translucent blur after that. Ruka and Hikari found it odd that he was off today, but they didn't really get to focus on it because both of them were wondering what the other was doing walking with Takeru to class. His eyes were distant and melancholic, and no one, even ihmself didn't know why.

They made a stop after Chemistry that day, into one of the boys' washrooms. Hikari waited out side anxiously, while Ruka was inside, holding Takeru's hair up, rubbing his back, and grimacing in disgust but concerned all the same, as Takeru threw up in the toilet bowl.

Takeru was confused more than ever, and that aided to the headache that followed. He hadn't been sick in a while. In fact, even though he was a sickly boy growing up, his chronic ailment had somehow stopped coming after he'd recieve news that he was a tenth grader.

He hated the doctors. They said that he was to take his medicine, even though he had developed a stronger immunity to fevers and flus. He didn't. It was a restriction for him, and he oddly felt fresh and liberated whenever he felt great each day without it. It didn't take time for him to realize his stupidty as he wiped his mouth and nose with his uniform sleeve. Ruka was visibly nauseous as well, but tried to hide it. Takeru thought he was being a very nice...

friend, I guess, he thought.

And to hell as well with all of those psychiatrists his parents always put in him. They told him it will help him "sort out his feelings". Takeru seldom spoke profanities, but he thought firmly that it was all utter bullshit. How was it supposed to help him when all they did was constantly poke him with questions that were either invasive or perpetual, and then come up with the most ubsurd solutions that you either could've figured out for yourself or were just nonsense? Think about your decisions. Be responsible. Pray.

He couldn't sort his feelings out no matter what he did. Thinking made his head hurt, and he was pretty sure Hikari went hysterical when she saw Takeru. He figured he looked like a hobo. It was when Motomiya's face flitted into his mind again that he passed out, and woke smelling the sterile air.

He motioned to sit up from his bed, which then caused the icepack on his head to fall onto his lap. Everything was white, and he figured he was in an infirmary or clinic. He still felt hot. Over the years he developed a sense that could tell if he had a fever or not, which a normal person couldn't do when the person him/herself is sick (without a thermometer of course), and right now he guessed he had it at around a hundred and four. Quite high he thought.

His breathing was ragged when he looked outside in the window. he sighed when he saw the night sky, but ended up in a coughing fit. He looked around blearily, and found Hikari and Ruka asleep in a couch, leaning away from each other and snoring lightly. He wanted to scratch at his throat because it was so dry. He sighed, carefully this time, and then lay back down again.

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Like his best friend, unbeknowst to him, though, Daisuke had also blanched and looked nauseated at some time of the day. It was late in the afternoon when the sun was going down.

He was high strung and quick tempered all day. He got another detention from his Art class for snapping at the teachers question. He muttered a silent, apathetic apology which wasn't recieved, however, and didn't explain further why he was like that today. He knew from Mr Kudo while serving his detention with him that day during the free period Chemistry that he almost had the same classes as Takeru every week, except Tuesdays and Thursday Geometry.

With that little information in his head, he was more than shocked to find that Takaishi-- Takeru -- wasn't at the Art class they were supposed to be taking together. A the back of his mind he thought it was idiotic for him to be woryring so much, or rather worrying at all, but in front of it, center stage in his mind, was the blaring warning bells and alarms that had something to do with Haseo's last statement. He blanched again at the thought.

He was slowly gathering steam until he exploded after turning the key to his-- their --dormitory room. Everything was thrashed, thrown around, torn, broken, split in two, turned over and shoved in odd places. The doorknob would've been a small metal ball bearing after he's done gripping it.

An awfully foreign sense of panic rose through him, and somehow his mind started reeling and he ran, straight towards the room opposite his.

And nobody could have explained his relief when he found that Takeru's bedroom was locked, or the sheer anxiety that followed after, when he had realized Takeru might not have even gotten to his room before he was so obviously taken, if the thrashed room wasn't any indication of a struggle. He didn't expect Takeru to put up much of a fight though, what with the slender shoulders and narrow waist and...

He slapped himself and told himself to get a hold of himself. The teachers. Mr Kudo. He'd go to Mr Kudo, and ask his help. Of course he knew Mr Kudo had somehow developed a soft spot for Takeru, and that was why he'd ask his help. He debated whether to ask Ando as well, but decided firmly against it without a second thought. He was determined, adrenaline already kicking in. He ran outside and away from the dorm.

Haseo, one of the most unimaginably dangerous students in the school, despite the limited dangerous alumni this school has, him included, might have this someone who he still didn't understand why he had developed fucking confusing feelings for. Takeru. He was determined, adrenaline already kicking in, determined more than ever in his life, and adrenaline rushing through his veins more than ever in his life, as well.

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A/N: I dunno, I still have thi sfeeling that I write too slow. I mean, it's only a few days of school for them, and I'm already distracting my readers with some action. Well, nevermind that. Reviews please.