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There laid Agito on the floor, covered with the hooks of his orange parka like a cat that's trapped from a yarn. His shirt was slightly tattered from the hooks that revealed such pale skin. Hmm…he has great skin, I wonder what kind of moisturizer he uses. He looked at me with striking doe eyes as he struggled between the straps.

"Umm…" he started, blushing a bit. Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong. Agito never stammered nor had those huge doe eyes, well, eye because he has some eyepatch. I wonder why he's wearing one; I bet someone stabbed him in the eye because he was being a douche. Hell, he has such terrifying eyes that'd cause me to pee myself or something, though I'd never admit that obviously. I couldn't shake the sight of Agito looking all innocent and...not intimidating.

What? Did I miss something? Has someone finally exorcised the demon from Agito's body? Damn, that would have been a sight to see. "Err…could you help me?" He asked nicely. I snapped out of my thoughts and came closer. I stopped. What if this was a trap. What if I bent down and he snaps my neck because he's a total sadistic psychopath that loves blood. He looked up and I swore I nearly fell flat on my butt. The sickeningly sweet look on his face, that huge innocent look, and the slight pout made him look almost…like a kid. I didn't know what was happening, if this was a trap or not, but I chose to ignore it and helped him anyways, though on the inside, I was praying he wouldn't kill me after this because I still need to be alive since I'm going to my favorite band's concert next month; the band is called 'The Gazette'.

"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously and slowly, preparing myself for the attack.

He sighed in relief with a smile when he shook off the straps, "thank you so much for your help!" I didn't know whether to smile or be freaked out. Agito probably noticed my discomfort and continues, "you're Mao right?"

"…Yes…" I replied with slight fear, hoping it didn't show. He was being too nice.

He smiled again which caused my stomach to churn; he was being so creepy and weird! "What brings you here?" He asks, standing up.

"Yeah, technically we're supposed to have a battle today but I forgot to set the date and the place so yeah; I'm here for the re-match."

He walked to the drawer and pulled a dark green t-shirt, he turns to me, "sorry, do you mind?"

"…Oh! Uh…no of course not, sorry." I reacted awkwardly after realizing that he had to change his shirt. He came back and sat right in his old position, crossing his legs. I moved back a bit, increasing the distance between us just in case he changes his mind and lashes onto me.

"Oh…Agito, huh?" Agito thought, scratching his chin. "He does quite a lot of things during nighttime and he'll be busy tonight and today as well so I can't be sure that you guys can have your re-match today. I'm sorry."

"I don't know why we're speaking in the third person but okay, I understand. Maybe some other time then." I said quickly.

He gasped slightly, "oh, you don't know?"

"Know what?"

His lips curved into a half smirk, "I'm Akito and he's Agito."

"Who's Agito what? Oh, he's your identical brother then? So that's why you guys were—"

He shook his head in a disapproving manner, he inhaled, "well, I have a split personality." Someone punch this crazy dude. "Do you see this?" He pointed at his eyepatch, "when it's covering my right eye—like right now—I am Akito, but if I switch the eyepatch to the left so the right eye is exposed, I am Agito." I slowly ooked away. "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" I asked in my defense. I wasn't doing anything!

"Looking at me like I'm crazy or something," he muttered with a hint of sadness. Technically I wasn't looking at him, but okay, sure.

"I don't…think you're crazy," I nearly choked as I forced those words to come out.

He sighed, "no, it's fine. That's the reaction I usually get anyways." He hugged his knees and looked away, desolation written all over his face. I inhaled, maybe he was telling the truth? I know split personality disorders exist, but I just…never realized. It must have been hard...living with an ass like Agito. Sigh.

I bit my lip, "I'm sorry Agi—Akito. I was being such a dick and I'm sorry." He looked at me with such hopefulness in his eye and after a few seconds, he gave me a reassuring smile.

KAO'S POV

"Sorry for the wait, I couldn't find the green tea!" I heard Kazu's voice from behind. He placed the tray on the coffee table and sat down.

"It's fine, I wasn't really doing much anyways," I exhaled and put my iPhone back in my bag. I really need to get the iPhone 5…and clean my nails.

"Wait, where's Mao?" Kazu sat up from his chair, panic in his face.

"She went to the bathroom." Of course. The easiest and lamest lie in the book.

"Oh, okay" Kazu sighed and laid backwards on the couch, relaxing.

"Why? What's so important? It's like you're hiding something or something." Are they hiding drugs or something? No, that can't be it. Neither of them look like they take drugs, well, maybe the perverted one does. Gets himself high all the time because no one likes him. Creepy perv.

"No...nothing." I groaned slightly at his quietness.

We talked a bit, watched TV, and after a while, the atmosphere was silent like a mime or something. What? I'm not very good with finding similes.

"Wow, your friend is suuureely taking a long time," Kazu rolled his eyes.

"Yeah well you know, girl problems." Another old, rusty lie in the book.

It was quiet again. There was absolutely NOTHING to do in the dining rom. It was boring as hell. I think he figured out the boredom as well and decided to change something up, "hey, wanna go to my room? Games—"

"Yes." I replied without any hesitation, which earned a cute blush from Kazu. Anything to get out of the dining room.

"…are the best, I have a lot, especially board games and I can show you my stuff." He finished his sentence awkwardly and got up, chuckling a bit. "I guess you really wanna play board games, then." Yeah, sure…board games. I smirked.

"I can't wait." I tried to hold my laugh from the double meaning of games. The innocent boy didn't notice the innuendo, or if he did, he was an excellent actor.

"Wait, what about Mao?"

"Don't worry, she'll find us or something." He nodded and I followed him upstairs.

Chapter Eight: Sneak Peak

"Come on, please? Just let me see it!" Akito urged.

"Hell no dude, it's embarrassing!" I jogged away, hiding the thing away from him.

"Just a tiny, tiny peek, I promise I won't laugh!" Akito repeated again and again, looking over my shoulder to get a glimpse of it. His chest shoving my back and his wildly flailing arms from his desperation were causing me to be imbalanced; I wobbled.

"NO, AKITO-STO- " And with one hard sudden shove, I felt my stomach churn wildly as I felt myself fall on Akito's sofa, with him following on top of me. I squeaked at the sight of the purple leather...slowly increasing in size. It felt unreal. I was going to get squished and die. I haven't even met Ruki yet! To die not meeting my favorite band, how said is THAT?

I crashed on the sofa, face first, followed by a ton of weight that smashed onto my back roughly, nearly injuring my ribs. Face plant.

"AHA! I got it! Now let's see what your little secret is...hehe." I heard Akito menacingly sang, feeling the vibration of his voice on my back. Oh God. WHY ME.

Out of nowhere, I heard the door creak open, "...Oh. I'm so sorry, I didn't know you guys were uhh...busy. Mao, I'm going ahead. You guys can...continue." I heard Kao's petrified voice and then the sudden slam of the door. Kill me now. I stayed in the face plant position, anticipating my death from lack of oxygen.