Witch's thoughts: hey there, it's me again. the story is going surprisingly well, I didn't think I would enjoy it so much^^ the thing is, I tend to make the characters ponder a lot about their situation, so if you don't like it this way, don't read. but I really think Kise would behave like that.

I would like to thank Asphodel Winter and Tary-Hime, thay they sacrificed their precious time and left me reviews, which I was exteremely happy about. please remember that comments are love and I could use a little of it, when I'm writing the next part. even more so, considering that it probably will rise the tag to M.

I hope you will enjoy Kise's thoughts :)

When the doorbell rang, Ryouta hid even deeper under the blanket. It might have been an ordinary mailman, but he didn't want to risk. Since he came back home on Sunday, he refused to leave his room. His parents were used to his whims, however they were rather surprised that their usually calm and cheerful Ryouta was now firmly stating he wouldn't go to school. Ever. But shedding this on youngster's love trouble and normal puberty, they dismissed the issue. This way, Monday came and was gone without troubles, but without Ryouta coming out either. His manager was troubled.

He didn't want to worry anyone. No, he really didn't, but at the same time, he wasn't sure what he should do. Going to school wasn't even an option – what would you say to a person whom you found sleeping right beside you, naked? And after leaving in a hurry, sneakily like a thief? And what the hell happened that he wasn't able to remember? The last piece of memory was the corridor near the locker room, after the match with Touou. Senpai came for him… and the what? What, for goodness sake?!

Waking up in senpai's room was a shock, but even more so, because Ryouta didn't know what exactly happened. The state of their clothes indicated some things that made him blush involuntarily, but at the same time, there were some signs that nothing actually happened. Feeling that his head was starting to spin every time he thought about that, Ryouta tried not to do that. He knew that he would have to make a decision one day, but right now, it didn't seem that any answer he had in mind was sufficient enough. So, not knowing what to do, he did nothing.

It really was a mailman, Ryouta heard the bell of his bicycle, when he was leaving the path. Sighing with relief, he covered himself with blanket again and laid down on bed.

Girls were easy. Well, easier to deal with than guys. Not that he had problem with boys, because he didn't. It was just that he wasn't in such a situation with a guy before and Kasamatsu senpai was undeniably a man. Remembering the embarrassing morning, Kise ducked under the pillow like a teenage girl. He felt nervous without knowing the reason and a blush overcoming his covered face wasn't helping. But for some reason he wasn't able to just laugh about the matter, dismiss it as if nothing happened and go forward. He just couldn't. Not knowing why, Ryouta nearly wept in the fabric from despair.

His cell buzzed for a minute, before going silent again. Royuta didn't have to check to know that it surely was a member of his team calling him, trying to see if he was okay. He wasn't okay. He just didn't want them to know.

"Oi! Kise!"

Ryouta stilled. Through half-opened window a voice could be heard from the garden and he was damn sure he knew this voice.

"I know you're there, Kise! I don't know and don't care why you're ditching classes and training alike, but I have something for you!"

Moriyama senpai, Ryouta thought. What is he doing here?

"Kasamatsu said you left it in his house, after match! You didn't feel well, apparently! I'm leaving it at the front door!"

Steps faded in the distance, just to come back some time later.

"There. You better fetch it soon, Kise! If I were you, I wouldn't want anyone to see it…!"

Ryouta was sitting as if on a hedgehog, just waiting for Moriyama senpai to leave, before he could fly down the stairs and grab his thing, no matter what it was. Because he had no freaking idea what the hell it was. He didn't remember leaving anything, but he was in such a hurry that he could drop anything and knew nothing about it. What is more, as he wasn't going out of his house, he might have not realised it yet, whatever was missing. Oh gods, did he left something shameful in senpai's house? Something so awful that Kasamatsu-senpai couldn't bring this thing himself? Not that Ryouta would like to deal with him more than with Moriyama senpai, but on the other hand it would mean that Kasamatsu senpai thought nothing of his strange behaviour and called it a day. The way it seemed now, it looked as if senpai didn't want to see him, know him and have anything to do with him.

It hurt.

Ryouta stopped in half-jumping from his bed, attempting to get to the front door. Instead, he sat slowly again. So, Kasamatsu senpai didn't want to see him? Why? Did something … happened that night? Did it really..?

Remembering that "that thing" was still at the front door, he ran down the stairs, only to come back a minute later, red from shameful blush. In paper bag, neatly folded and smoothed, was his school tie. And nothing else.

Why would Moriyama senpai think that it was a shameful thing? Why didn't Kasamatsu senpai come to deliver it himself? What had happened that Saturday night? There was so much questions without answers that Ryouta grunted, discouraged. He jumped on his bed again, thoughtful.

Well, what the hell. Wasn't he the most popular guy in school? In town? He should just shrug it off, smile cheerfully and charmingly and get it over with. Whatever it was that Kasamatsu senpai wanted to tell him couldn't be worse than waiting and knowing nothing. Yes, that's the way, Ryouta thought. One and only.

He would go to school.

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Morning was well, as far as lessons went. Kasamatsu-senpai-wise, not so much. He received obligatory screaming from Moriyama senpai and Hayakawa, before he got to know that no one had seen the captain today. Ryouta slouched, but just a little. All in all, they believed him about the "worse day", joking a bit, but still in friendly manner. The day progressed as it used to, without any complications and Ryouta started to feel if not better, then maybe a little more secure. People were as usual, he was normally popular and no one noticed anything. Which was good.

The problems started after fourth period, when Shiba called from the door.

"Kise, there's someone for you!"

As there was a lot of people that would like to see him, Ryouta strolled lazily to the entrance. Imagining to see an irritated face of his manager, pissed off that he wasn't answering his constant calls, Kise had still a little smirk on his face, when he left the classroom.

Kasamatsu-senpai waited for him, supporting his back on the wall. He had his uniform on, two buttons weren't made in his shirt. Ryouta gulped heavily.

"Yo, Kise."

His voice, low and rough, made Ryouta tremble. There was a memory, down his mind, not quite there, but nagging at his mind, trying to get to the surface. What was that? What exactly was…?

"I see you are better now." Kasamatsu continued, still not moving from his place. "Moriyama told me that you got your tie back."

Ryouta remembered chaotically that he hid his tie in the drawer, not wanting to wear it, before he got to know what was so awful about it. That meant he was now without one, in lazy style of a women's boy. But he didn't feel too well in that. He didn't feel too well at all.

"However, I think we still have some things to discuss."

"We do?" Ryouta squeaked, feeling that his throat was contracted from nervousness. Senpai grimaced.

"Yes. I believe so. Are you free after school?"

"I'm… I mean…"

"Good." Kasamatsu growled, his voice now dangerous. "I'll wait for you in front of the school."

With this, he turned on his heel and marched back to his own homeroom class. Ryouta was left speechless, with panic rising in his gut and feeling like he was going to faint. But composing himself, he forced his shocked mind to work. He couldn't stay here, he had to run away, before senpai could catch him. He shouldn't be here, shouldn't meet senpai. He was angry… disgusted? Suddenly feeling like crying, without faking it this time, Ryouta went back to his class. If he was leaving it looking like a playboy, now he looked like someone who lost all hope. Girls screamed and jumped to him, wanting to help and know what was wrong with him to gossip to their friends that Kise had love problems! But he had more important matters at hand. Dismissing them, politely but firmly, Ryouta sat heavily on his seat, pondering about jumping out of the window, just to be further from this ridiculous situation. But three floors was high and he wasn't in a suicidal mood. On the other hand, his situation wasn't looking good.

Two periods to go and still not knowing what to do.