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"Talking"
Flashback

Asshole, asshole, asshole. Kakei repeated his mantra over and over as he trudged down the hallway. How could he be so stupid? To fall for this yet again… Guys had come on to him before. There would be flirting (that Kakei did not respond to) and one kiss (usually the guy would grab Kakei's arm, Kakei would turn, and the guy would plant one on him). Right after the kiss, the guy would run back to his friends saying, "He kissed me! Yuck, I can't believe he actually kissed me back!" "I can't believe he actually fell for it!" "I think I heard him moan!"

Well, screw them. Even as he thought this, the blonde's face was hot with shame. Noticing this, he drove the colour from his cheeks angrily, forcing it back beneath his skin. His face regained its fair complexion, and he continued down the hall to exit the dormitories.

As he walked, he felt something open behind his eyes. It was as if an inner eye had dilated, opened up to catch a wisp of light that flew by with its fellows... in that vast space filled with wisps, bursts, and flashes of light. The one in Kakei's grip relaxed and expanded to fill his vision.

When he realized what he was seeing, Kakei's mood shifted to irritation. Of all the premonitions he could have gotten, he had to get one of Makoto. Because he could do nothing else, he sat back and watched the vision.

Makoto was kissing a girl under one of Keio High's covered walkways. They were slightly in shadow, but Kakei could see them. The girl broke the kiss to giggle and toss her head, sending her sheet of blue-black hair rippling.

"What if he catches us?" She asked breathlessly.

"Let him catch us," Makoto retorted, kissing her again.

Kakei gagged. He was acting unbelieveably fake with that oh-so-masculine-bad-boy line. The girl lapped it up, though. She wrapped her arms around his neck and met him in a wet kiss.

Kakei felt relieved when the vision faded. He didn't want to watch as Makoto started leaving hickeys on her neck, or something. Kakei doubted he would in the middle of the day, though. He already knew that Makoto would be kissing the girl at lunchtime tomorrow. He knew this because with his premonitions came tokens of knowledge about the vision. It just… came to him.

His visions had started when he turned fifteen a couple years ago. They came to him sporadically, and he couldn't choose which ones he got. He had had many premonitions since school began. Sometimes he dropped hints to Saiga about them, just to see what the other would think.

"Saiga, you better bring an umbrella; it's going to rain."

Saiga looked outside and guffawed. "Yeah, right."

Later on, Kakei offered his umbrella to a wet, scowling Saiga.

"In the closet on the top shelf next to your motorcycle helmet," Kakei said before Saiga even opened his mouth. Saiga frowned and walked to the closet, opening it and looking in. He walked back to Kakei with his boom box in hand.

"How did you know I was going to ask you where this was?" Saiga demanded.

"Lucky guess," Kakei replied innocently, along with a disarming smile.

He hoped that in the future, he could master his 'gift' enough to pick and choose which burst of light he wanted to see. Each of them were various premonitions about anyone and anything and any amount of time in the future. There was an infinite amount of them, and new ones continued to be born. Sometimes Kakei felt overwhelmed, but other times he was pleased with all the power he had access to, even if he could not control it one-hundred-percent just yet.

Kakei's eyes cleared as the vision ended, and he looked around, trying to find out where he was. He saw a room number on the outside of one of the doors and raked his fingers through his platinum hair, annoyed. He was in the science building… Kakei turned and headed for the exit.

One of the problems about having his visions come to him with no warning at all was that while they were going on, his body went on auto-pilot. And if he was walking… He could end up just about anywhere. With short visions, he didn't stray too much, but if he had a longer one, then he could be halfway across the city before he came out of it. He was always concerned that he would step off the curb when it was a green light and get hit by a car.

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Kakei sighed happily as he curled up on his bedspread and opened a book. He loved weekends. He could do whatever he wanted, which was basically just staying in the room and reading, or doing logic puzzles. Sometimes he went to a friend's room if he was invited, but for the most part he refrained from contact with the rest of the school. Not that it was very hard to be antisocial on weekends; two-thirds of the students left to go home and visit family or go on vacation, or even work at part-time jobs in the city.

"Going out. See ya." Saiga waved as he shut the door behind him. Kakei nodded, not looking up. And then there were the students like Saiga, who partied all weekend.

After a while, Kakei put his book aside and got up, streatching. He had had a vision earlier about someone falling out of a window, and wanted to see if he could help stop it happening. He grabbed his keys and shrugged on a jacket over his loose long-sleeved shirt. On the weekends, obviously you were not obligated to wear the uniform.

Kakei guessed at which second-story building the person fell out of and trotted up the stairs to look for the exact room. From the outside, it looked to be one of the middle windows. He looked in each window that was put in the school doors, until he found one with people in it. He turned the handle and entered, but then wished he hadn't.

Makoto and three others were sitting in the middle of the room, smoking. They looked up as soon as Kakei walked in, and got to their feet quickly. Kakei noticed that one of the guys was the one who had dubbed him 'Kitty-chan'.

"What are you doing here?" Makoto demanded.

"Just leaving, actually." Kakei turned to go, but the guy he had met before put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

"He's sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, as usual. Eh, Kitty-chan?" He laughed, his brown eyes hard and ominous.

Kakei's mind raced. How would he get out of this? He had to make a break for it. Kakei grabbed the hand that was on his shoulder and twisted it the wrong way, moving behind the guy and shoving the guy's arm up his back, a painful maneuver.

All at once the other two unknown guys were on him, yanking him away from the brown-eyed boy. Makoto looked scornfully at the guy nursing his shoulder and said, "Looks like the Kitty-kat got you good, Tanaka."

He glanced at one of the others and jerked his head at the door. One of the guys holding Kakei's arms went to the door, closing it.

Kakei turned blue-green eyes on Makoto. He would get beat up, he knew it. Nothing to do about it now. He watched as Makoto walked over to him and bent slightly, until their faces were a few inches apart.

"So, Kakei-chan. What shall we do with you? Do you have your boyfriend's mobile number? We can call him to come save you, if you like."

"…"

"What? Isn't Kurome your boyfriend?"

"No."

Mock-surprise showed on Makoto's face. "Poor Kakei-chan doesn't have a boyfriend!" His huge smile turned into a hateful sneer. "Hopefully Kurome has turned back to girls once and for all. I hate flits. And you know what that means, Kakei-chan?"

Kakei looked away. Makoto grabbed his chin and forced him to meet his eyes.

"It means you are on my shit list." His voice was low and deadly.

"Also," he continued. "Being a flit would be enough, but you also punched me." Kakei watched the expressions on his face fumble slightly, as if Makoto couldn't bring himself to say 'in the nose'.

"So, I'm going to have to pay you back for that as well. Let's make this short and sweet, alright?"

Kakei closed his eyes and braced himself for the punches, kicks, and beatings. He felt himself being dragged forward, then turned around.

"Come on Kakei-chan, open your eyes. I won't hit you."

Although every instinct told him to keep his eyes shut when the blows fell, despite everything, Kakei was curious at Makoto's words. He wouldn't hit him? He opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. He was standing in front of one of the classroom's windows. Makoto was in front of him, with the others off to either side. He felt a breeze, and realized the window was open.

In a flash, he recalled his vision. Second-story. Middle window. Someone was pushed out. They fell...

His eyes widened substantially, and he could only gape at Makoto. He was frozen in place.

No way, Kakei thought. There is no way my luck is that bad.

Makoto laughed as he shoved Kakei backwards out the window. The blonde dropped. He crashed into a bush. He remembered that, because there were twigs scratching him all over. Then the searing pain. And then it went black.

Author's Hype:

So... yeah. Hi. Glad I got this out. It was either 'get this out right now' or 'this isn't getting out until next year...' I'm not even kidding. I'm kind of out of it right now. One of my (offline) friends just committed suicide. I still can't believe it...

Hoped you liked the chapter. Thanks everybody for the many reviews and tons of hits! I know I don't say that as often as I should.

P.S. Special thanks to Skies for the info. on Kakei's eye colour. Danke. :)