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The two boys were woken up by a repetitive knocking sound the next morning. While Burn groaned and mumbled something to himself about five more minutes, Gazel sat up and rubbed his eyes, realizing it was his bedroom door being knocked on. When he heard Rhionne's voice call his name, it finally got to him: one of his teammates was about to discover the peculiar guest in his bed.

His eyes wide, Gazel turned to Burn and started to shake his shoulders. "Burn! Burn!" he hissed. "Hide, quick!"

Burn reluctantly opened his eyes and looked in Gazel's direction. "Mwuh? Hide…?"

"May I come in, Gazel-sama?" Rhionne asked from behind the door.

Realizing he wasn't going to get either of these two to do what he wanted them to, Gazel jumped up and spread the duvet on the entire bed to make sure Burn was covered completely. He then rushed over to the door and opened it, but only enough for him and his teammate to look each other in the eye.

"What is it, Rhionne?" he asked, panting slightly.

Even though Rhionne's face was basically a mask, she was visibly worried. "Gazel-sama, you were absent from breakfast this morning," she explained. "And, might I add… you don't look so good."

"What?" It was then Gazel finally realized he wasn't feeling quite okay. His nose was clogged, his eyes itched and a sore throat caused his voice to sound weak.

"Oh, no… I must've caught a cold from yesterday's practice in the rain," he concluded out loud.

"Should I tell the others today's practice is cancelled, Gazel-sama?" Rhionne asked.

"No, that's okay—ACHOO!" Gazel only just managed to keep the contents of his nose inside by squeezing it at the last moment. "… on second thought, I better rest for today. You guys go ahead and practice. Will you be okay leading the team today, Rhionne?"

"Of course, Gazel-sama," Rhionne answered and bowed in respect. "I shall inform the others of the situation right away. Feel better soon."

"Thanks," Gazel sniffed. After Rhionne left his room, he shut the door with a relieved sigh. She hadn't noticed Burn's presence. Gazel took a look at the clock and realized what she meant by her earlier comment: it was a little past 10 in the morning. His cold had probably made him oversleep.

Gazel exhaled another sigh and went to sit on the edge of his bed. He looked down at the bump under his duvet and shook his head some, seeing how Burn's hair tulip had managed to peek its way out. That guy…

"Oi, Burn," Gazel gently shook his shoulder again. "It's morning, wake up."

"Hmph…" The tulip disappeared under the blanket. "Five more minutes…"

"You've had your five extra minutes," Gazel reminded him. "Now get up. Do I need to remind you whose bed—ACHOO!"

Burn perked up from under the blanket and looked at him in surprise. "You caught a cold?"

"Ugh… yeah." Gazel opened the middle drawer of his nightstand and took out a tissue. After blowing his nose and dumping the used tissue in a trash bin, he looked over at Burn with a disapproving frown. "Guess whose fault that is."

Burn raised an eyebrow, confusedly. "Mine…?"

"If you hadn't stolen the soccer field I wouldn't have been forced to train outside," Gazel explained in a high-and-mighty tone.

"Oi oi, it was your own choice to practice outside," Burn reminded him.

"It was your own choice to think of me and end up spraining your ankle due to your clumsiness," Gazel struck back with a grin.

Burn sat up straight and shot him a glare, knowing he couldn't do much with his injured ankle. "You picking a fight?" he growled.

"That shouldn't surprise you," Gazel remarked, although his cheerful expression gave away that he hadn't forgotten about their resolve from yesterday. "Anyway, I've decided to rest up today. I told Rhionne to take over command as long as I'm sick."

Burn shifted and joined him at the edge of the bed, leaving his legs to dangle above the floor next to Gazel's. "Really? So that means we're both knocked out for practice, huh?" When Gazel nodded at the floor, he flashed a grin and nudged him softly. "Well, I guess all that leaves you is to take care of me."

Gazel perked up and looked at him in surprise. "What?"

"I can't go anywhere, remember?" Burn made his point by motioning to his injured foot. "So you'll have to bring me my breakfast."

Gazel stared at him with indignant eyes, but failed to come with a good reason as to refuse, seeing as there wasn't any. With a slight blush, he turned his head towards the floor again, feeling a bit embarrassed about the thought of bringing Burn his food. "… what do you want?"

"Cereal," Burn replied cheerfully, "with milk."

"Fine," Gazel grumbled as he got off the bed. "I'll get something for myself at the same time." He looked down at Burn, his eyes narrowed strictly. "But don't forget about fixing your door today. This isn't a hotel."

"Sure, sure," Burn shrugged, seemingly not too bothered with that little issue.

Gazel rolled his eyes at his laid-back attitude, but decided not to make too much of it. After changing in the bathroom, he left his room and made his way to the kitchen. He felt delighted to receive a couple of get-well wishes from Gemini Storm and Epsilon players, even though he knew this meant that either Rhionne was a blabbermouth, or he looked as miserable as he felt. Gazel hoped it was neither.

As he approached the kitchen, Gazel decided he should get a couple of aspirins to take during the course of the day. But when he got close to the door and heard Gran's voice from inside, he stopped in his tracks. One of the things he and Burn undoubtedly agreed on was their hatred for Gran. Gazel then realized he was talking to someone else, and that his choice of words was rather peculiar.

"… did you sleep well last night, Reize?"

"O-oh. Of course I did, Gran-sama." Gazel could tell by the tone of Reize's voice that he felt nervous, as he usually did when talking to his superiors.

A small snicker from Gran. "I told you to just call me Gran, didn't I? If you want… even Hiroto is fine."

Hiroto? Why would Gran ask a puny insect like Reize to call him by his real name? Tempted by curiosity, Gazel snuck closer and slowly peeked through the doorway. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the two other boys weren't only standing awfully close to each other, but Gran was caressing Reize's chin with his index finger as well. What was going on here?

"H-Hiroto-sa—no, Hiroto…" Reize corrected himself, a shy blush on his face. He was staring straight into Gran's eyes with a look that seemed to express more than mere respect.

Gran flashed one of his slimy smiles, although the effect it had on Reize seemed to be a charming one. "That's right," he confirmed. He then gently took Reize's chin between his fingers and leaned in slowly, making both Reize and Gazel's mouths fall open.

Gazel watched with shock as the two shared a gentle kiss in front of his eyes. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but much to his dismay, the image had been burned into his mind once the boys pulled back. These two were…!

"Will you sleep in my bed again tonight?" Gran asked Reize, still with that annoying smile plastered on his face. "Or do you want me to come to you?"

"H-Hiroto-sama…" Reize stuttered, his cheeks going even redder. He appeared to need a moment in order to reply, but he didn't get the chance to utter another word. A sudden sneeze made both him and Gran jump up and stare at the door in shock.

Gazel sniffed a couple of times as he entered the kitchen. Damn, that stupid cold had given him away. He wasn't sure how to react to the current situation, but then he decided he should probably pretend he never witnessed it. Even if he had seen enough for today, what Gran and Reize did was none of his business.

"… G-Gazel," Gran said awkwardly, trying to recover from the scare Gazel had given him. "Good morning."

"G-good morning, Gazel-sama," Reize repeated and took a bow in his direction.

Gazel just sent them a distant look, knowing that reaction wasn't far off from his usual one and that he could claim he wasn't entirely energetic due to his cold anyway. Which was true. After reminding himself what he came here for, he gathered a bowl and a pack of cereal and milk. He was about to get breakfast for himself as well, but then realized it would look suspicious with these two here. Burn, that idiot…

"Oh? It's not often cereal is your breakfast of choice," Gran remarked behind him. Gazel could tell by his voice that he was looking for a way out of the awkwardness caused by a near discovery of his and Reize's little secret. Leave it to him to solve the issue with a stupid, observant remark.

"It is today," he simply said. After he placed the bowl of cereal on a plate, along with a couple of aspirins, he quickly made his way out of the kitchen. He didn't need Gran to ask about his health as well.

As he walked away from the kitchen, Gazel could swear he heard a sigh of relief behind him. He gazed down absentmindedly, thinking about what he'd just seen. Gran and Reize were apparently in a relationship that involved kissing… and sleeping in each other's beds, just like Burn did with him. When the image of them kissing flashed through his mind, Gazel quickly closed his eyes, as if to erase it as quickly as it came. He had never thought about kissing Burn, or being in a romantic relationship with him. But if that was what he actually desired… that would explain why Burn's opinion mattered to him so much, and why felt embarrassed everytime Burn was intimate with him. It all fitted together.

Gazel started to think about the two of them sharing a kiss again, and he noticed how the mere thought made his heart beat faster. He realized he truly wanted to kiss Burn, to hold him and be close to him… Even if his mind told him over and over that it was wrong, Gazel couldn't deny the fact… that he might actually be in love with Burn.

A/N: This chapter is a little short, but the next chapter makes up for it with a buttload of fanservice, promise! ;3 Look forward to it, mina-san! Review if you like!