Terror and Romance
TGyamiBakura
Rating: M for sex later and swearing XD
Warnings: Yaoi, fluff, non-cannon, MisakixShinobu, ShinobuxMisaki. Misanobu? Shisaki? Um… er… .;;
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica…. I PROMISE! DON'T SUE ME!! FOR THE LOVE OF CHINKOS! T.T

Ah… Another chapter… Can you fricken believe it?! I never update! EVER! What is going on with me?! All I can say is… Thank you guys SO much for the reviews and hits and favs… I feel like I could die happy now… But I know I can't cause you'd all kill me lol. I must say… This chapter would suck major balls snicker if it weren't for my wonderful, patient, understanding beta Questix… I owe it to her for all the mental distress I put her through... What have I been doing all these chapters without her?!

Anyways… To the story!

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Shinobu and I decided that our lessons could be continued some other time. It wouldn't be tomorrow. No, we both agreed that if we were to start coming home late every day, then it would look suspicious. We're keeping this a secret so that nobody gets the wrong idea. Technically it's cheating… but to us, it's something different. Still… if they found out, it would look wrong no matter what we told them.

We're the only ones who understand what we have. Everyone else would get the wrong idea.

So when I got home, I acted as if nothing was different. I have to make sure Usagi-san knows that Shinobu-chan really is just a friend. I won't hang out with him more than anybody would consider 'abnormal'. We'll act just like regular friends. The two of us decided that we should begin to meet randomly, a few times a week to do… that.

Tonight, Usagi-san and I are watching a movie with popcorn. We're on opposite ends of the couch because Usagi-san is feeling particularly cuddly today. I still feel reluctant to get too close to him. As much as I accept that we are in a relationship, I still have my straight person pride! He tries to cuddle but I throw popcorn at him every time he does. I won't let him win that easily!

After the show, Usagi-san turns off the TV and attacks me. It's too sudden and I can't dodge it so now I'm smooshed up against his chest, trying to breathe with him lying practically on top of me.

"St-Stupid Usagi! Let me go dammit!" He chuckles, releasing his grip, (although I don't think he did it to help me, jerk!) and looks at me, running his long fingers through my hair.

"So who is your new friend?" He asks, snuggling into my neck. Gh … Why is he so touchy feely today?!

"His name is Shinobu. I met him on the bus," The only response I get is a "hn" before he starts licking and kissing my neck, his hand's trailing to obvious places and I can feel that customary feeling of panic 

rising in me. "St-stop it you pervert! I-If you just want to have sex, don't cover it up by showing mock-interest in my social life!" He stops and gently presses a soft kiss to my lips.

"Wrong; just because I'm kissing and touching you doesn't mean I want to have sex." I snort disbelievingly.

"Yeah that's why every time you do we end up doing just that …"

Usagi smirks, resting his chin on my chest and looking up at me with his deep, indigo eyes. "Tell me about him. I'm truly interested," I look at him, trying not to look nervous. There's something about his behavior that unnerves me. His sudden interest in Shinobu is odd. It reminds me of when I first started hanging out with Sumi-senpai. Don't tell me he suspects anything …! I haven't acted any different about Shinobu than I would with any other person…

"He likes video games and uh… he… likes to cook, even though he's not very skill—"

"—Does he have a boyfriend?" The question is sudden and unexpected, making me blink wildly. Wh-Where did that come from?!

"H-Huh?!" N-No way! How could he infer that just by hearing his name and his adoration for video games? "Wh-What are you t-t-tal—"

"Judging by the speed of your stuttering and lack of denial, I'm guessing he does. No need to be nervous about it, Misaki. I'm not angry that you have gay friends," He sits up and lights a cigarette. He doesn't look angry or anything … Hahaha … And here I was thinking he'd be angry about that … Maybe he's more understanding than I thought … "It's only natural that a gay man has gay friends." … Okay maybe not!

"I'M NOT—!" He takes a drag from the cigarette and pats me on the head.

"Misaki, someday you'll understand. Having a guy for a lover pretty much makes you gay," I twitch.

"And whose fault is that?! I wasn't gay before I met you, you jerk!" Usagi-san smothers his just-lit cigarette into the ashtray on the coffee table and pushes me down again, hovering over me. His face gets closer until it's mere inches away from mine. His hot gaze burns into me. I suddenly feel self-conscious. He always stares at me like this. "Usagi-san …" I try to look away, unable to look him in the eyes.

Soft lips come in contact with mine and after a moment his tongue joins the conquest. It's soft, gentle and even though I'm not participating, I don't feel adverse to it. He sucks on my tongue softly and a moan resounds in my throat. I already know that we're going to have sex, because I'm in this weird non-protesting mood. Ah hell…even if I were in a protesting mood we'd end up have sex. Usagi-san is my own personal rapist, after all.

I feel his hand snake its way up my shirt and find my nipple. After a moment of slight caressing with the pads of his fingers, he leans down and licks it slowly before sucking on it. Oh that heavenly but traitorous technique that has me arching my back off the couch and making embarrassing, lewd sounds. How I despise this trick. Why are my nipples so sensitive anyways? I'm a guy… is that even normal?! I wonder what he'd say if he saw me touching them myself like I did earlier today… Would it turn him on?

Well of course it would… But could I really do something like that? Could I ever want sex from him so badly that I'd actually be the one to initiate it? Have I ever even actively wanted sex from Usagi-san? Would I even tell him if I did …?

I jump out of my thoughts when I notice that my shirt has disappeared. Wow, he moves fast. His mouth is now trailing hot kisses down my chest and stomach, licking and nipping every now and then. I bite my lip to stop sounds from escaping. He doesn't need to know I'm enjoying this. After a moment, he looks up at me and stops his ministrations.

"Misaki… Is something wrong?" Maybe I shouldn't re-evaluate my relationship with Usagi-san while we're in the middle of the topic in question… I don't say anything, not exactly sure what to tell him. I don't really want him to stop, but I don't want him to think I don't want him to stop. D-Does that make sense?

Or…

Could I just… Could I just let it go? My pride? My resolve to be divergent to any sexual experience I have with Usagi-san; good or bad? I could just let him know that what he's doing to me is anything but unpleasant and perhaps I could be happy about having sex with him for a change … That actually …

"N-No…" I say quietly. Shutting my eyes and looking away. My cheeks burn and I wonder if he understands what I mean by that. I really don't want to have to elaborate.

After a moment or two, nothing happens and I hesitantly look at him. His mouth is hanging open and his eyes are wide with shock. I guess he understood … "Wh-What?!" I snap defensively. I can feel my old hostility seeping back into me. Why does he have to look so surprised!? We're lovers for God's sake!

"I just… You're okay with this?" He experimentally presses his fingers on the obvious hard-on in my pants, slowly stroking it. Heat floods into my cheeks. If I wasn't so uncomfortable right now I might have a different opinion.

"Just ... g-get on with it already…" I stammer, turning into a puddle of mush by just the feeling of his finger on my most sensitive area. He smiles and continues without asking anymore questions (thank God). It wasn't…. so bad… letting him know that I kind of don't mind it. The world didn't end. I'm still the nineteen year old Takahashi Misaki I was when I woke up today. Is it … I wonder …

… Am I doing this because of what I started with Shinobu-chan?

Could it be that … not resisting … actually feels pretty good?

And … Exactly where did Usagi-san learn to use his tongue like that?

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"Shinobu-chaaaaannn!" I whine as I'm dragged down the sidewalk. Today is the second installment of one of those days. Ahhh the last few days have been normal. We hung out at the arcade and talked on the phone a bit from time to time. Nothing normal friends wouldn't do. But Shinobu decided that we need to continue our 'lessons' so we chose to do so today. He says we can't go to his parents' house since his mother is having some sort of dinner party. I ask where we're going if not to his own house and his answer takes me by surprise.

"I don't even live there anyways. I live with my boyfriend. We're going to his apartment," I blink.

"You never mentioned that,"

"I've never said that I live at my parents' house, have I?" I glare. Well how the heck was I supposed to know?! Then I think. Shouldn't… Isn't going to the boyfriend's house… a bad idea? The outcome of being caught by him is considerably more horrifying than if we were caught by parents, to tell the truth. For one thing, Shinobu is 18 and parents really don't have a say in who he dates anymore, but the boyfriend… well let's just say it would ruin pretty much everything we're doing this for.

"Wh-Why are we going there?"

"Because he's working right now. He works at your college you know. He's a professor in literature,"

"Ah…" I say, not really able to argue. I have a day off today, but surely professors work full time. Now that it's explained, it does make a bit more sense to do this sort of thing in an unoccupied home rather than one full of highly influential, judgmental adults. Shinobu-chan is smart.

I still am reluctant on this whole deal, but I've already accepted, so there's really no turning back now. When we get there, we're both surprised to find that the apartment isn't empty. Upon entering we freeze to see that a man with short, choppy black hair is digging through the couch cushions. His shoes are still on, so perhaps he's not staying?

Shinobu's mouth is hanging open and he looks a bit angry.

"Miyagi," The boy says. The man who he had addressed looks up, and after glancing at us both, he smiles widely.

His voice is high and overly-friendly in the most convincing way. It almost unnerves me. "Aaah! Shinobu-chin, I thought you were going out today? You surprised me. Who's your friend?" Shinobu looks down, his guard dropping a bit. This must be his boyfriend.

"Yes, well, the arcade was packed, so we decided just to come back here. You're being irresponsible and skipping work again, I see." Shinobu places his hand on his hip and stands in a reprimanding way. The man called 'Miyagi' stares blankly and then his grin goes wider, his hands rising defensively.

"Oh, ah, no, you've got it all wrong, Shinobu-chin. I just forgot the book I needed today and I was coming back to find it. I'm actually telling the truth this time. Can you believe it?" Shinobu promptly 'hmphs' like he doesn't believe a word and walks past him to what I can only assume is the kitchen area.

"Misaki, I'm going to make some tea. You can sit if you want. Try not to feel intimidated by Miyagi. He's just a big idiot," I laugh nervously and decide to stand. I don't want to interrupt Miyagi-san's searching process, he seems engrossed. Must be an important book. It's probably difficult to be such a hard-working professor.

"Aha! Kiyuku-chan I can't believe I found you at last! I knew the evil couch had yo—" What he's holding seems to be some sort of doll girl with cat ears and a tail… Er …

He stops mid-sentence and looks up at me, as if seeing me for the first time and blushes hiding 'Kiyuku-chan' behind his back. Perhaps I misjudged him a bit…

"Ahaha!" He nervously scratches the back of his head with the hand holding the action figure. His voice is considerably louder when he speaks. "Looks like I can't find the book here after all," He quickly shoves the doll in his jacket pocket and looks at me, his voice quiet. "You know, they say a man's silence is admirable in this day and age. I'm sure you're very admirable...er…"

"Misaki," I say, so he doesn't have to struggle to try and remember my name.

"Misaki-chan!" He puts his hands on his hips and chuckles heartily. "There are some things that need to be said and then there're things that don't need to be said," He says while coming over to pat me on the back, still chuckling. This guy…

I roll my eyes. Of course he's just some perverted otaku. "I won't tell Shinobu that you were really looking for an action figure rather than a book for work," He pauses and then sighs in relief, tears practically sparkling in his eyes as he grips my shoulders with his hands.

"Ahhh! You're a saint, Misaki-kun! Shinobu-chin really does have good tastes in friends after all," He clasps his hands together and positively beams at nothing in particular.

"Will you stop scaring my friend," We pause and look at Shinobu, who is carrying a tray with tea and cookies on it as he returns. "Go back to work, old man. Stop being so irresponsible," He sets it down and walks over to us, grabbing my hand and pulling me farther into the room when, suddenly, he's stopped.

Shinobu is pulled into a tight embrace. He visibly tenses for a moment but then relaxes into the strong arms. Miyagi kisses his forehead, making the light-haired boy blush.

"I'll see you after work, Shinobu," Miyagi says, his voice low and serious now. He pulls away and bids us farewell before leaving. So he is the boyfriend. I smile, feeling only a little awkward. Only a little because it's not like they started to make out in front of me. I just… I've never really seen two men act like lovers in person. Well … aside from Usagi-san and myself… if you could actually call that 'acting like lovers,' anyways.

It's kind of… disheartening, knowing that Usagi-san and I can't really do things like that in public or in front of other people. When your boyfriend is a famous writer, things like scandals exist. They exist because homosexuality is not accepted by the general public. When I pictured dating, I always pictured being able to hold hands with the one I loved, or using two straws in one drink. Silly things like that…

… Things that I can never do with Usagi-san…

Not that I really want to! No … I'm not the least bit disappointed that Usagi-san can't publicly molest me. Not in the slightest!

I just think it would be nice … To maybe be in love with someone and not have things like scandals and such looming over my head.

… Not to mention my pride. I can't really love freely with that in the way. But Usagi-san just makes me like that! I can't help it.

Seeing Miyagi-san leave with a smile on his face, I try to push aside the sudden feeling of guiltiness that washes over me. I'm not…dating Shinobu, but I am doing things that would qualify as cheating… If we were ever caught, our relationships would never be the same. I don't even know what I would do if I was on the reverse end of this situation. Would I, hurt and betrayed, be able to understand the motive behind it all?

Perhaps I should just try not to think about it…

I drink the tea Shinobu made and it's very good. Shinobu-chan said that cooking and preparing food wasn't his strength, but if his tea is anything to go on, I don't think he's half as bad as he says he is.

"Ah, so, you and Miyagi-san seem very close," I say, trying to start conversation.

"I guess. We've been dating for a while now. It's only natural," He snorts. "And if he thinks I believe for a second he was here because of work, then he's more stupid than I thought," I smile nervously. I won't say anything, but it's amazing how well Shinobu can read him.

I set my tea down, sighing. It's kind of nice, hanging out with Shinobu like this. I haven't forgotten about what… what we're doing here, but still. I don't really mind it too much. I already noticed a change in my attitude with sex and Usagi. I don't resist it so much anymore. Doing so is tiring, and it's just a bad experience if it's like that. I don't hate sex, so what's the point of resisting something that feels good?

"So, Shinobu-chan, what's on the agenda for today?" I ask, a bit amazed at myself for being the one to bring it up. I could have simply waited, in hopes that maybe Shinobu would have forgotten… and just ignored what we originally intended to do altogether, but I decided that the sooner we get it over with, the better.

Shinobu leans back on the sofa, stretching his slender body as he does so. It's not hard to see why Miyagi has fallen for him; he's ambitious, hard-working, passionate- not to mention attractive. What wonderful qualities in a person. Although… Shinobu is a bit rough around the edges. I guess once you're a brat, you're always a brat.

"I was thinking that perhaps we could practice kissing today," Ah… kissing. I've never really had the chance to wonder if I were a good kisser or not. Usagi-san is always crushing our lips together and tongue-raping me so much that I've never even had time to think about what's happening on my end. I bet my tongue cowers in fear every time it meets Usagi-san's… Just terrible!

"Okay then,"

"You start," He says bluntly, making me jump.

"Wh-Why me?!"

"Cause knowing you, you probably have never even initiated a kiss before," I narrow my eyes. I have so! "And your parents don't count…" … Damn. Well so much for proving how un-pathetic I really am.

"Fine," I say, but my voice is shaking a bit. I turn Shinobu to me, and even though I'm trembling, I don't take my eyes off of him. I-I-I can do this! It's no problem. The angle we're at is a bit odd but… But …

Ouch… Okay, next time turn my head a bit to avoid nose-smashing!

"U-Um…S-sorry," He smirks, wrapping his arms around my neck and moving so that he straddles my waist. This position makes him slightly taller than me but it's definitely a better angle. I suppose… it looks kind of suggestive this way but, oh well.

"Is this better?" He asks softly, leaning in closer so that our lips are only centimeters apart. At this proximity, I discover many things that I couldn't before. Shinobu's got this subtle scent of strawberries that is simply tantalizing and, placing my hands on his waist, I feel how small Shinobu really is, and even though he's small, he doesn't feel delicate at all. It's strange how all of these factors are slightly arousing to me.

"Y-Yeah…" I say; my voice surprisingly huskier than normal. His warm breath is tickling my lips and I just… I suddenly need to feel them against my own. So, hesitantly, I press my lips to his. His mouth is open slightly so I kind of, take his bottom lip in-between mine and… I'm still not very sure what to do. Oh I probably look really stupid right now! What's 'okay'… and what's 'not okay?' I have no idea what I should do!

As if reading my mind, Shinobu chuckles a bit and pulls back. Oh, surely I've screwed up… this is definitely harder than I thought. How does Usagi-san make it look so effortless?!

"Misaki, relax. Just do what you feel like. This is just a matter of discovering things, okay? I'm not going to scold you for anything you do," I sigh. His voice is surprisingly sweet right now and it calms me a bit. So just… just do what I feel like? I think… I think even I can manage that. His eyes are staring into my own, so intensely. It's strange how almost all of my nervousness is obliterated by his reassuring gaze and gentle words.

I nod and pick up where I left off; capturing his bottom lip between both of mine and sucking, gently. After a moment, I let go, placing a soft peck on his lips, but I don't want to lose contact, so I linger there a moment. A tingle goes through my body when I feel and hear Shinobu sigh shakily against my lips. Then… does this mean he's nervous, too? This… this makes me feel a bit bolder. I should… probably show him that it feels good. I don't want Shinobu-chan to be nervous with me.

I tighten my grip on his waist and pull him closer, pressing my lips firmer against his, connecting slightly in soft, gentle kisses. Both of our breathing has become more labored and my face is growing warmer. I decide that this isn't so bad. I think that if Usagi-san feels anything like this when he kisses me, then I can understand why he likes doing it so much.

Shinobu moves and, with this new position, the position of our mouths changes and oh… I think I like this new element in our practice. I feel as though… I want to feel more of Shinobu-chan and I take this opportunity to do what I hope is deepening the kiss.

When we both feel a bit light headed we stop and breathe a bit. Shinobu chuckles and rests his forehead against mine, his slate eyes looking into my green ones. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I smile.

"It wasn't,"

"Mm," He kisses me and I return it, kissing him back. I find myself unconsciously dominating slightly, then, after a short while, he pulls away. "I think we should try it with tongue now …" My cheeks take on a whole new shade of red. I guess … yeah that's part of kissing. I nod and hesitantly take his lips with mine again, this time, a bit harder. He leans in and wraps his arms tighter around my neck. I guess… I have no choice.

I gently lick Shinobu's lips with my tongue and he opens them, allowing me to slip inside. Now… I've never willingly been inside a mouth before so I'm not entirely sure of what to do. The only thing I can think of is to lick at his tongue and hope for the best. Apparently I did something right because Shinobu makes a soft mewling sound sending heat throughout my whole body, as if someone turned on a switch and brought me to life. Does … Shinobu-chan like me kissing him? Could I actually be doing something right? Now, the other boy is kissing me back, his tongue feverishly trying to meet mine. After a gentle tongue battle we pull away only to breathe and then start back up again.

I'm not sure how long we kiss, but when we pull away we're both gasping for breath. Apparently breathing through your nose isn't quite enough when you kiss for so long. I'm hot… and as much as I hate to admit it, kind of, sort of aroused. Who knew kissing could feel so good? It's never felt this way with Usagi-san …

I'm sure that… No, I know that if I was just a bit more open about it, it would be different. It's my fault my experiences with Usagi-san aren't as good as they could be.

Even though I'm inexperienced and usually adverse to physical contact… The tingling on my lips and the fact that I can't tear my eyes away from Shinobu right now are proof enough that I'm not asexual. Right now… I feel as though physical intimacy can be a very exciting… I think it may be something that I could come to eagerly consent to wanting to do with my partner.

I hope, to any god that exists, that I can somehow come to feel this way with Usagi-san on a regular basis.

xx

The weekend is here and it feels amazing. I don't have to work and I don't have school. Shinobu-chan asked for me to go shopping with him, seeing as the pants he wears are rising to his ankles. He's getting near the point where he will stop growing. It makes me feel good that I'm still taller than him. By like, four centimeters, but I'm still taller! That counts for something, right?

We walk into the department store. I'm a bit overwhelmed at the amount of clothes they have here. It's a place I've never been before, but the price tags don't make me cringe, so perhaps I can get a few things as well. Believe it or not, Shinobu-chan isn't the only one suffering from a growth spurt!

I'm looking around while Shinobu is trying on some pants. The clothes they carry here are a different style than what I'm used to, but I find that I like it. A red shirt with a white design catches my eye. It draws me to it like some inhuman force and I must take it off the shelf and look more closely. I am, by no means, obsessed with fashion (I'm not that gay yet!), but I think it would look good with a pair of pants that I already have.

I jump when I feel a delicate hand clasp my shoulder. I turn and see Shinobu looking down at my choice.

"Nice," He says shortly.

"Do you think so?" He nods, blushing slightly.

"I think it would look good on you," My eyebrows shoot up and I turn to look at him fully. Oh… those black pants look good on him.

Really good.

I bite my lip. They hug his delicate hips perfectly and are loose fitting but tight enough to where you can see what an amazing figure he has. I chance it and look behind him and sure enough, they look amazing from behind as well. Or could that just be because Shinobu's backside looks amazing in general… Uh! Continuing! The other half of the outfit fits perfectly with the chosen pants. He's wearing a white, turtle-neck sweater and a black vest. The clothes look as though they were made for him.

I notice, after shamelessly ogling him, that his face has adopted color and he looks embarrassed by my scrutiny. I smile.

"That outfit looks amazing on you. You should buy it," This isn't something normal guy friends would say to one another, but I've come to terms that I'm not really a normal guy. I'm… as Shinobu has pointed out many times, attracted to the same sex. I can only really be… er… open about it with Shinobu.

Shinobu's face has darkened in redness. "Thanks," he says, noncommittally. "I think you should try on that shirt… and," He momentarily ducks away, rummaging through clothes. He returns holding a pair of white jeans that are ripped in a few places. I never really understood what the fascination is with already ripped clothes. I think it'd be cheaper to buy less spendy jeans and just rip them yourself… But what do I know about fashion? "Try it on with these," I look at him oddly and decide to do what he says.

Taking the clothes, I maneuver to the dressing rooms, finding a vacant one and setting down my things. I look up and see myself staring back at me. Ew… A full body mirror. Just wonderful. The last time I looked at myself completely naked, I saw a small, seemingly pre-pubescent boy (even though I was 17) who needed to do some weight lifting…

This time, I'm a bit surprised. I have definitely grown. I peel off my clothes and notice that I'm filling out slightly in places I was simply too skinny before. I'm still… a bit skinny but not horribly, anymore. I don't really have any prominent muscles but I definitely have some sort of figure trying to manifest. Perhaps If Iwere to dosome light weightlifting …

But now isn't the time to lament on my physical being. I quickly pull on the new clothes and after basking in the new-clothes-feeling, I permit myself a look in the mirror. To my surprise… I look more than acceptable. I've never really seen a guy wearing white jeans but this looked pretty cool. It's ripped at the knee and it makes me look kind of tough (haha…yeah, I know), The shirt isn't too tight, but it doesn't hang off of me like all my other shirts did. The white design compliments the white, tight fitting jeans perfectly. Shinobu might be skilled in design, I muse. Overall, it seems to work. It somehow makes my green eyes stand out, and I can't help but feel that this is a good thing. It's odd how new clothes can make a person feel attractive, even though that might not necessarily be the case.

I turn around 180 degrees to face judgment and gasp when I notice a prominent rip in the jeans right underneath my left buttock, threatening to reveal all if I bent down even in the slightest. Oh my god… Isn't that a bit… er… ostentatious? S-Slutty even?! Could I really wear something like this? I just had to go and buy briefs for underwear, giving all my boxers to charity! What will Usagi-san think?! Either he'll love them or he'll loathe them. I groan ruefully when I picture Usagi-san trying to burn these pants with the look of divine retribution on his face. These probably aren't the best type of pants to buy while dating a man like him.

Before I can contemplate whether to show Shinobu or not, I hear his voice ripping through the dressing room.

"MISAKI! ARE YOU DONE YET? I WANT TO SEE IT!" I blush and flinch, holding the door as I feel the boy trying to push open.

"Stay out!" I say, trying with all my might to keep him on the other side.

"Are you kidding?! I want to see that outfit on you! Let. Me. In!" Each syllable is emphasized with a push on the door. When I realize he's not going to relent, I push out of the room. Did he have to be so loud all the time? I glare at him when I meet his face.

"Will you keep it down?! We're not the only ones in here!" He is about to retort until he pauses, gaping slightly at me with his mouth open. I furrow my brow. "What…?" I say tentatively. Shinobu drops his bags and leans on the wall, gripping his forehead. Is he suddenly ill? Oh god… do I have that sort of affect on people?!

I rush over to him and place my hand on his shoulders, so as not to allow him to fall. His hand is over his mouth and his face is flushed. Oh… Is he going to vomit?!

"S-Shinobu, are you okay?" He nods and then regains his composure, shaking his head. I feel relief washing over me, relief and sadness. I… Do I disgust him?

His voice is quiet and slow, but I can tell it's sincere."You look… You're breathtaking…" I feel my face heat up. I… I wasn't expecting that reaction at all. Butterflies are flocking in my stomach again. I smile nervously, trying to convince myself that Shinobu means it in a friendly way. It's not often that I hear compliments like that though.

"Th…Thank you," I say hesitantly, fighting back the treacherous blush on my face. I can't, however, allow Shinobu to think I took it the wrong, or in this case, correct way. "I think you look dazzling as well," I say with a smirk, making fun of his use of elegant words and refusing to acknowledge the literal and sincere meaning behind his compliment.

I noticed that the extent of my wit has increased as well, since I started hanging out with Shinobu., I don't know. Perhaps it's from Usagi-san… I know he's always blinding me with his sarcasm. I probably caught some of it.

Shinobu leaves me so I can change out of the store's clothes and back into my regular ones. I start to wonder about his reaction. I really don't find myself attractive… Certainly not enough to the point where it will affect someone physically. I'm not ugly… But I'm not particularly captivating either, in my opinion.

… Except when it comes to the Usami family… They're all an enigma to me. Every last one of them… I shiver at the thought.

When I return, the new clothes slung over my arm, I start searching for Shinobu. I would put the clothes back but I've somehow grown attached to them, now…

… The ripped part in the ass is even growing on me…

I spot a shock of caramel in the sea of dark, traditional Japanese hair. Coming closer I recognize it as Shinobu but something's weird. He's talking to somebody.

Now… I know he has other friends, but the way he talks to this one, with his head down and hands in his pockets, scowl firmly plastered on his face, I can't help but think this isn't the pleasant type of friend one would normally have.

The man who Shinobu is currently talking to wears more of a preppy style, his hair past the length of their ears. He's tall, probably only a bit shorter than Usagi-san, but I can tell by the youth in his face that he is no older than myself. He's wearing this amused smirk on his face that somehow infuriates me. I get closer, concealing my presence. Usually I wouldn't be so underhanded, but right now, I think, is no better time than to shamelessly listen in on somebody else's conversation. I don't like the way he looks at Shinobu. Screw tactfulness! I need none of it!

"Interesting… But surely you aren't so chivalrous, sweet Shinobu," The man leans in closer, brushing the younger boy's cheek with his hand. I can see Shinobu bristle and immediately brush away the unwanted touch.

"I told you before, Yamada," Shinobu's voice is calm and disinterested. "I have no interest in you. How many times do we have to go over this before you can get the point through your thick skull?" Shinobu's voice is laced slightly with what I can recognize as an Australian accent. I've never seen him look so frustrated. I can see 'Yamada's' lip quirk up in irritation, but he quickly hides it with amusement.

"You kissed me in our Junior year,"

"That was 'cause I was dared to at the party! I hadn't even looked at you until that night! Ugh! Please just leave me alone! I already told you I have a boyfriend," Yamada's cool composure is starting to disintegrate. His white teeth are bared now. He grabs Shinobu's arm and pulls him closer. Shinobu struggles to pull away, but to no avail.

… And it was in that moment that something inside of me cracked. It was as though someone threw a particularly dense rock at a windshield of a car, shattering it to pieces. Anger began to swell in my veins at the sight of that man so close to Shinobu. There is no justification as to why the man had grabbed him. He'd been properly and clearly rejected. I can't bear to stand back, idly and watch as this man disrespects my friend in such a dirty way.

"Excuse me," I say, stepping out from my coat rack and pulling Shinobu away from the arrogant ass. "I believe Shinobu has made his refusal clear. Please leave him alone," The man looks at me as if I had grown a second head.

"Oh? And who are you?" He asks rudely. His voice is taunting as if I'm of no significance to the situation. I narrow my eyes and am about to retort but Shinobu steps in front of us gesturing to me, a scowl stuck firmly on his face.

"He is my boyfriend!" He says, glaring daggers at the man in front of us. …Wait… What?!

"Huh?!" The attacker and I say it at the same time, looking at Shinobu now as if he were some sort of anomaly. I don't think the man noticed my reaction but instead rounded on Shinobu, gesturing to me.

"This is your boyfriend?" He says the word 'this' as if I were a disgusting thing and not a person. As if it's some incomprehensible thought that he just can't process. I can just see his thoughts- his expression is like looking into a window to his mind. How can this thing be your boyfriend? Do you even know what you're saying? Are you on crack Shinobu-chan? Have you finally lost it?

Somehow, I can't really disagree with him. I feel just as incredulous as Yamada-san does.

Shinobu nods, now looking almost nervously, as though rethinking his sudden decision. Yamada stands back and looks me over, scrutinizing me with his piercing black eyes.

"Somehow I pictured Miyagi to be… er… taller and not so… uh… weak looking," I bristle, my eye developing a twitch. Who does he think he is? Talking crap about me while I'm standing two feet away. And… He said 'Miyagi,' So that means that Shinobu-chan must talk with this guy on a regular basis… I can't help but feel impending doom written all over this situation. I think Shinobu royally screwed up, and he knows it.

I feel Yamada staring at me, like he's expecting me to confirm this ridiculous notion Shinobu dreamed up on the spot. I also realize that if I don't do something, Shinobu's going to look really stupid right now and possibly be harassed by this guy more in the future. I internally sigh, resigning to my fate and take Shinobu's hand in my own. I dramatize an angered and possessive look and glare up at him, pulling the younger boy close to my side.

"Yes, I'm his boyfriend, now if you'll kindly excuse us!" I spit the last words out and push past Yamada, dragging Shinobu with me. I'm not so lucky, however, and I see the man's hand on Shinobu's, pulling us to a halt.

"Hey—" I roll my eyes. I think I've had enough of this guy…

I pull Shinobu close to me, away from his grasp. Shinobu's eyes are alight in amazement and confusion. He doesn't know what to expect from me. Heh, who can blame him; Neither do I. It's all I can do in my mind to not scream out at the thought of what I'm about to do next. I can feel him tense when I crush our lips together, wrapping my arm tightly around his middle in what I hope is something possessive-looking. Soon, Shinobu relaxes into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck and allowing me to ravish his mouth with my tongue. His mouth is hot and it makes my head spin at how delicious he tastes. I kiss him as deeply and passionately as my knowledge allows and I look at Yamada the whole time. I hated the way he had looked at Shinobu back there. Like he was some piece of meat. It was disgusting and he had no right to touch him…

… Not like I do.

I hope he can feel the amount of hostility I'm trying to convey to him right now.

I break our kiss, but allow my lips to linger as I glare at Yamada. Shinobu is breathing heavily and his body is tense. "Don't you ever touch Shinobu again," I say, my voice foreign, even to myself. Anger and adrenaline are mixing deliciously in my veins and I feel as if I could even kick this guy's ass if I tried. Is this how Usagi-san feels whenever he gets possessive and angry over me? The man before me looks at me, clearly astonished by my attitude, as though it wasn't something he had expected. Hell, I wasn't even expecting it! I don't know if he's scared, but he backs away and soon leaves us. I'm pretty sure he's not scared, just surprised. I know that I'm not intimidating enough to scare even a mouse, but something about this situation is unnerving, even to myself. It's unexpected and definitely wrong.

Shinobu is still in my arms, breathing hard, pale face stained a deep red. His slate-colored eyes are sparkling and are dark with lust and admiration. Dear brother, looking at the flushed boy in my arms, I just realized a few dangerous things;

I'm in a department store with a small circle of people watching me with intrigue. I had just brawled with a very vengeful seme and, from the looks of it, won. There's a new zealous aura about me that scares me, and finally, I had just kissed a boy that is not my boyfriend out of my own free will… possessively I might add…

… And along with all of the impulsiveness and uncertainty, I enjoyed every single second of it.

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…Kyahhh Misaki exploded into a seme! I wasn't intending on doing that… Not in this chapter at least xD I'm a bit scared of myself… Also suddenly there was a Yamada-kun… Was I going to put in an OC when I started writing this? Who is this overbearing sex beast? Is he going to cause problems for Misaki and Shinobu? I THINK SO :dooooom: xD Oh I'm mean. I love myself… Not particularly my writing but, myself of course bwahaha! :drowns in narcissism:

PLEASE REVIEW! It's the reason I updated… I've never gotten to 4 chapters before… Perhaps now I will? lol… It's up to you…