WOOOOOO, this chapter is out fast :3 cause your guys' reviews motivated me ;D. Although I must say, im not too pleased with the way some of this chapter went...meh. Tell me what you guys think :).

Chapter 2

After school Yata searched for a certain bluenet, finally spotting him striding quickly towards a low slung black sports car in the parking lot. "What?! He owns such a fancy car already? Maybe he comes from a rich family…" But an unbidden thought popped into his head, "or maybe he bought it with the money he gets from his…job." Again the thought was dismissed, it was simply too farfetched.

Yata picked up the pace and managed to get to Fushimi right before he got in his car. Panting slightly he asked, "Hey! How'd you get such a cool car! Your parents rich or something?"

The blue eyes behind dark frames narrowed dangerously before he answered in his usual clipped voice. "No. This car is mine. I bought it with my own money. I don't rely on my parents for anything."

Yata's eyes widened in amazement. "Woaaahhh…you must make a ton of money then! Seriously where do you work? I want that much money too, so I can buy stuff!"

The corner of the blue's mouth twitched slightly in amusement. "I'm afraid there are no openings in this…job, for you."

A crease formed between the red's brows. "What? Why not?!"

This time a full blown smirk spread across Fushimi's features. "Well…" he drawled, "your height, for one. And you're so loud and hot-headed. The boss doesn't like people who make scenes."

At those words, Yata could do no more than stammer. He was seeing red. "Wh-why you-!" He reached out to grasp the other's collar but Fushimi smoothly evaded his attempt.

"Well, see you around…Misaki" And with that, he slid in his car and drove away, leaving the other teen to stare open-mouthed at what had just transpired.

"'…Misaki?'" Yata repeated dumbfoundedly. "Why did he call me by that name?"

But the next few days at school, it was like the other day had never even happened. Fushimi never even spared the redhead a single glance. Even when Yata talked directly to him, he just stared vacantly at him, like he wasn't even there.

"Oi! I'm tryna talk to you! Look at me!" Yata demanded impatiently, waving a hand in front of the other's eyes. A week of being ignored and he had had enough.

Fushimi tsked before he focused his gaze on the teen in front of him. "What. Do. You. Want." He grated the words out through clenched teeth as his eyes shot daggers at the red.

"Whoaa…if looks could kill. What happened? We were getting along yesterday…sorta" Yata thought confusedly. "I was asking if you…You know what, come on. Let's go. You aren't going to agree anyway." And with that, he grabbed hold of the blue's arm and pulled him up out of his seat and through the halls, out to the rooftop.

Once Yata finally brought them to a halt Fushimi roughly yanked his arm away. "What are you doing?!" For the first time, the blue raised his voice as he rubbed his now free arm.

Yata merely grinned cockily. "Finally got you to talk to me! We agreed to start being friends, yet you pulled this stunt with not talking to me all week! And you had insulted me, big time!"

"Who said we were friends?"

"We shook on it, remember?" the redhead replied, tilting his head in slight confusion. "Why does he keep saying that we aren't friends. When we clearly are. Enough for him to call me by my first name apparently."

Another tsking sound came from the blue's lips. "You obviously misunderstood. We are in no way friends. I told you my name that day and shook hands with you so that you would shut up and go away. I insulted you, again, so that you would go away. You think that you would get the message by now, no?" Fushimi asked, a cruel sneer twisting his features.

"Why'd you call me by my first name? I specifically told you to call me Yata. I hate the other name."

The blue hummed in response. "Did you? Which name, Misaki?"

Yata twitched. "You-!" He sputtered as the other teen laughed amusedly. He grasped at Fushimi's shirt and as he did, a strong gust of wind blew across the rooftop, sending the bluenet's scarf fluttering away.

"OH!" Yata jumped up to grab it, but his fingers barely grazed it before it floated away. He turned back towards the blue apologetically. "Sor-" He gasped in shock. On Fushimi's neck were bruises of all shapes and colors.

"How stupid can you be?!" the blue yelled. "How am I supposed to hide this now?!"

"I-I..I'm…" Yata stuttered, unable to form coherent words, distracted as he was by the marks on the other teen's neck. There were bruises that seemed like they were made by fingers, but also circular ones…hickeys. "H-how…"

"…I was being careless. But that's not important. What is important is how am I going to cover this back up now?" The blue evaded the question and instead berated the redhead.

Racing to the side of the roof, Yata peered over the edge, looking for the scarf. "Ah! There it is, in the bushes below us!"

"Great, so I have to somehow make it all the way there without being seen…?" Fushimi asked cuttingly.

"Uhhh…OH! I'll just jump down!" Yata decided, already stretching out his limbs in preparation for the jump.

"WHAT." The other teen asked in disbelief.

"It's in the bushes right below us. Straight shot from here and it'll be way quicker!" And with that, Yata leaped up and over the side of the railing.

Fushimi looked on in shock as the shorter teen fell over the side and landed in the bushes. It wasn't until he saw the red start to untangle himself from the bushes did he released the breath he didn't realize he was holding. The teen had grabbed the scarf and was waving it up at Fushimi with a triumphant grin on his face. He shook his head in disapproval but couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from turning up into a small smile.

Yata disappeared view and a few moments later burst through the roof entrance. "I got it!"

"You could have died…why would you pull a stunt like that?" Fushimi scolded.

With an easy grin Yata replied "I've done that plenty of time before! Nothing to it!"

The bluenet still looked skeptical as he took his scarf back and wound it around his neck once more.

"Soo, does this mean we're friends NOW?" The redhead asked half-jokingly.

The blue was silent. He had been pushing the other teen away this whole time, yet after what had just happened, he didn't think it would hurt to make at least one friend at school. But, he had a secret to keep…could he trust Yata?

Yata watched the other teen's impassive expression in apprehension. "Ehh? There's no way he's still gonna shut me out…"

The silence between them went on for a few more tense moments before the blue's features seemed to physically harden and he finally opened his mouth. "No. Thanks for getting the scarf." And with those terse words, he went around the redhead and through the door, allowing it to slam shut behind him.

"Wha…What?!" Yata was completely confused. Here he was, doing a cool thing like jumping off the roof, but he barely got more than a word of thanks. "That little…Who does he think he is?!" He thought furiously. "What reason is there NOT to be friends with me?"

Suddenly, the sight of Fushimi's bruised neck flashed in his mind's eye. "The hickeys…Could it be? Was it really him that night?" Frustrated, Yata mussed his hair wildly. "That's it, I'm just gonna ask him directly!" he vowed out loud. And with that he strode back to class with determined look on his face.

But Fushimi was nowhere to be seen and his car wasn't in the parking lot either. One of the other students said they had seen him drive off during lunch.

"What, who does that? Now I can't confront him either though. And it's a Friday, so there won't be a chance to talk to him in school tomorrow." Yata thought, thoroughly annoyed by the whole ordeal.

"Yo, Yata! You up for some karaoke?" A friend called out to him.

"Ahh…yea yea, sure!" He consented and absentmindedly walked with them to the designated karaoke bar.

It was the same one the last mixer was held at. "Which means…Is he around here too?" Without fully understanding what he was doing, he started running the opposite way from the bar. His friends were shouting at him in confusion, but he just tossed an empty apology over his shoulder and kept going. "I don't even know where the place is…but…" Somehow he felt compelled to look for the blue even though he had no idea how to reach him.

After running for what seemed like a long time Yata slowed down to catch his breath. He was breathing heavily, and as he scanned his surroundings, nothing looked familiar, or looked like the place he wanted to go. "What the hell am I doing…" But there was nothing to do but keep walking until he found something that looked familiar.

Yata lost track of how long he wandered around aimlessly, and he still was unable to get his bearings. "And I can't even ask for directions the-" Lost in thought, he failed to see the figure coming towards him and bumped directly into the stranger.

"Woah! Watch where you're going, kid!" The stranger exclaimed.

At that last word, Yata's head snapped up and he protested indignantly, "I'm not a kid!"

The stranger's frown morphed into an amused smirk. "Ohh?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. The stranger was very attractive; jet black hair, pale skin, and a tall, slender figure. "I suppose so…this isn't a place for kids anyway."

Confused by the stranger's words, he looked around him, and saw a little farther down the street, a love hotel. "Whaaa, so I made it here after all!" He thought excitedly. A grin spread across his face at the thought, a grin that attracted the stranger's attention.

Humming, the stranger looked over the redhead in appraisal. "I guess you're not that bad after all, A little short, but that's okay, I go both ways." He said with a lascivious wink and began tugging the teen towards the love hotel he had just spotted.

"Ehh?! Wh-what are you doing? Let got!" Yata shouted in a panicked voice.

"Why? There's only one reason you'd be out here, so what's the fuss about? I'm not your type? Don't worry, I'm reaaaalll good, judging by all the repeated patrons I have." The stranger shot back with a cocky smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"W-what?! No! I don't, I wasn't-" Panicked as he was, Yata couldn't even form a single proper sentence, and suddenly, they were through the doors of the love hotel. As the stranger pulled him towards the check-in desk, he saw a familiar sight that brought his vocal protests to a grinding halt.

Already at the desk were another couple; a man with slicked back blonde hair who had his arm around a blue haired teen. "Fushimi. H-he's here. It really is him…" Yata realized, shocked beyond belief.

They finished checking in and as they turned around, Fushimi caught sight of Yata and his eyes widened and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but then a crease formed between his brows and he simply brushed past the other teen without a word.

"Oi, Fushimi!" Confused, Yata blindly reached out and tugged at Fushimi's sleeve, yanking him to a halt.

The familiar cold glint was seen in the blue's eyes. "I'm sorry, you must've mistaken me for someone else. Could you kindly let me go?" It was Fushimi's voice, yet entirely foreign at the same time. His words, although laced with an underlying threat, were delivered from lips curled in a pleasant, courteous smile.

The blonde man with Fushimi looked between the two in confusion and mild annoyance. "YAMADA, you know this kid?"

"Heey now, he's mine for the night so I'd like if you didn't call him a kid, that'd get me in trouble,nehh~?" said a voice behind Yata as an arm slid possessively around his waist. It was the stranger who had brought him here in the first place; Yata had all but forgotten about him.

An annoyed tsk fell from the blue teen's lips; he slid his arm around the blonde man easily then turned them around and headed towards the rooms.

"Friend of yours?" Observed the stranger as he watched them go. "He's quite good looking too~"

At that Yata came back to his senses and writhed away from the man's embrace and dashed out of the hotel, ignoring his surprised shout. He ran and ran until he was out of the District and then from there he was able to make his way to the station and back home.

Upon arriving back home he barely stopped to remove his shoes before collapsing on his bed. His mind was a jumbled mess; so much had happened that night, and it raised so many more questions about his aloof classmate. "And I almost got raped by a GUY..." Yata recalled with a shudder. "I definitely like girls." Unbidden, the sight of Fushimi and the other man popped into his head. "What kind of things...how does it even work with two guys? The weirdo that picked me up said 'I swing both ways'...oh." Finally realizing that he had been referring to positions in the bedroom, the teen flushed bright red with embarrassment.

Again his imagination ran wild, and in his mind's eye Yata pictured the blond man on top of a flushed Fushimi writhing against the bed sheets as he moaned loudly. "WH-WHAT DID I JUST?!" Horrified by the direction his thoughts were going he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to fall asleep. In an instant he was sound asleep, worn out by the day's events. But even in his dreams visions of Fushimi haunted him; and there, the blue was not at all cold or aloof.

How was it? I feel like I made too much happen in one chapter lol. Ohhh well, thanks for reading, reviews are welcome, and enjoy visions of a hot and bothered Fushimi (just like Yata is)~