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Once outside, Kunimitsu felt immediately better. The wind was blowing to the South slightly, and the sun was almost gone over the horizon. Twilight, the perfect time for a flight. Fuji took off, and Kunimitsu fell in behind him as the Tensai pulled several aerial stunts, his white wings a sharp contrast against the rapidly darkening sky. When he was sure he had Kunimitsu's full attention, he pulled down under the tree tops, and into a meadow. Kunimitsu followed, wondering what Fuji wanted to talk to him about.

"Kunimitsu," Fuji said as Kunimitsu landed beside him, "I want you to decide for you, and not put me into the equation." Kunimitsu understood, but wasn't so sure he could comply.

"I want to do what you want me too," Kunimitsu told him sincerely.

"I don't want you to have to leave, Kunimitsu," Fuji admitted, "But I don't want you to be in pain. That's the last thing I want. So, I don't know what to do, I don't know what you should do." Fuji wrapped his arms around Kunimitsu, grasping his shirt and burying his head into his chest.

Kunimitsu ran his fingers through Fuji's light brown hair. "It will all be alright," he promised. "I don't know how, but it will be. Kami-sama brought me you, so he must be smiling on me." Fuji looked up to see Kunimitsu's smile, the one he kept just for him. Nothing more was said, nothing more needed to be said. The two made their way back to the house by foot, enjoying each other's company and the act of holding hands.

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It was late, and Fuji was sure he was the only one awake. Kunimitsu had already fallen asleep, and Fuji was waiting for the pain to come. He wasn't about o let Kunimitsu suffer any longer than he had too. He knew it was naive to think that he could do anything to help, but it wasn't like he could just sit there. The moment he saw Kunimitsu so much as twitch, he would get a washcloth and a bowl of cold water. If nothing else, he could make the time after the pain a little more bearable

He saw his signal, as Kunimitsu's hand twitched, and his face tensed. Fuji left the room quickly and quietly, to do as he had planned. When he came back, closing the door with the tip of his wing, Kunimitsu was in the latter stages of the pains. Fuji took Kunimitsu's head in his arms, and held it against his chest, waiting for it to end. It was another minute before Kunimitsu snapped out of it, awake, and aware of Fuji's presence.

"Kunimitsu," Fuji muttered, muttered , when he saw those honey-brown eyes open, even more beautiful without his glasses hiding them.

"Shusuke," Kunimitsu murmured sleepily, and the tensai smiled at him, "Did I... Wake you?"

"I was awake," Fuji said, shaking his head, "How are you?" He began dabbing Kunimitsu's forehead with a wet cloth.

"I've been better," Kunimitsu admitted, "But I'm alright now."

"Kunimitsu," Fuji muttered quietly, and the other boy smiled at him sleepily.

"Yes, Shusuke?" Kunimitsu asked, but the tensai just shook his head. "What's on your mind, Shusuke?" Again Fuji shook his head, and Kunimitsu moved a bit, pulling back his covers. Fuji gave him a slightly confused look, but Kunimitsu only continued to smile in that small, strangely warm way of his, so Fuji slipped in beside him, snuggling against his warm body as Kunimitsu wrapped his arms around his fragile frame. Kunimitsu fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted from fighting the pain, but Fuji remained awake, watching his buchou's sleeping face.

'Kami-sama,' he thought, his eyes never straying from the other boy as he thought out his prayer, 'If only there was some way I could take this pain away from him. I wish there was some way I could suffer this pain so that he didn't have to. Dearest Kami-sama, please help me as only you can.'

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"Are Tezuka-kun and Fuji-kun still asleep?" Ryuzaki asked no one in particular, "That's odd..." She glanced up the stairs, as if wondering whether or not she should check on them to make sure they were awake.

"I-I'll go get them!" Taka exclaimed, heading up the stairs before anyone could say anything.

"Gomenkudasai," He called through the doorway, like he had the day before,t really expecting an answer. He waited only a moment before opening the door, ready for whatever he might see. He sighed when he saw the two, in the same bed, yes, but still asleep and, most importantly, fully clothed. He moved over to the bedside and tapped Fuji's shoulder. "Come on," he said, "Wake up Fujiko, Buchou." Fuji;s eye's fluttered open and he smiled up at Taka.

"We over slept?" he asked.

"Not much," Taka shrugged, "But everyone else is having breakfast."

"Arigatou, Taka," Fuji said, still smiling. "You should join them; I'll be sure to wake Kunimitsu." Taka blushed slightly.

"S-sure," Taka said, and headed out, closing the door behind him. Fuji sat up and leaned against the headboard, looking down at his boyfriend before leaning down to give him a light kiss.

"Kunimitsu's golden-brown eyes opened slightly as he kissed the tensai back. "Good morning," he mumbled and Fuji grinned.

"Better with you," he answered, "Everyone else is up and having breakfast. Taka came to wake us."

"He seems to be dealing well," Kunimitsu noted, "I always thought he liked you."

'No, Kunimitsu, it's you that he likes. It's obvious... He's just friends with me because that's his personality,' Fuji thought, but continued to smile as he swung his legs as he swung his legs out of the bed. "Come on, we do have school today, you know."

"I know," Kunimitsu said grudgingly, getting up as well. He hated the part of school that kept him and Fuji apart, but it would be too obvious and bold of a move to get his classes switched. They changed with their backs to each other, before heading downstairs. Outside the room, Kunimitsu's expression and mood turned serious.

"We'll have to be careful at school," he cautioned, "I'm not sure how much physical contact I can stand before I lose control.

"Me neither," Fuji admitted. "That's why I avoided you before, when you hadn't changed yet. It seemed it would be problematic if I reacted to you." The two continued to walk downstairs without much more said between them.

"Finally up?" Ryuzaki asked as the two got their breakfast. Neither answered her. "Eat quickly; we need to get to morning practice." Fuji and Kunimitsu complied as well as they could, and then they were off.