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"Hikaru, where are you running off to?" said boy's mother asked her son, who had just run down the stairs wearing jeans and a yellow t-shirt with a light green number five on the front and carrying a backpack.

"I have to meet my friends at the mall," Hikaru yelled back, about to open the door.

"Oh, that's right! I forgot to tell you, your two friends told me last night that it wasn't needed anymore, and so they canceled those plans."

Hikaru sighed. "Moooom, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I forgot. Besides, when we got home, you went straight to bed."

"Ugh, fine. I guess I'll have to call them then." Hikaru got out his phone and dialed Isumi's number as his mother went back into the kitchen.

"Hello?" Isumi said.

"Hey, Isumi. I heard about the change of plans. Are you still free now?"

"Hey, Shindou. Yeah, I'm free. What's up?"

"Well, I have an idea, but can you call Waya and I'll call Akira and we can have a four-way call?"

"Sure."

"Thanks." Hikaru then took the phone away from his ear and proceeded to call his rival. "Akira?" he asked when his rival answered his cell phone.

"Hello, Hikaru. What are you calling me for?"

"God, Touya, you're way too polite!" came an accusation from someone else on the line.

"I am not, Waya! I was raised this way, unlike some people."

"I think you're going away from how you were raised, Akira," Hikaru said.

Akira sighed. "Sorry…."

"Okay, you guys, let's not start another argument," Isumi chided. "So, Shindou, why did you call?"

"Oh right. So, I heard we aren't going to the mall, right?"

"Right. It's really unnecessary, now."

"Why's that?" Akira asked.

If this conversation were in person, he would have received a double glare. "Trust me, there's a reason. You happen to be a part of it, yourself."

"Me?"

"Yes, you, you oblivious fool!" Waya said.

"Hey, Waya! Don't talk to him like that!" Hikaru yelled, annoyed.

There was an awkward silence.

"Uh… okay, then…" Isumi tried to lighten the mood. "So… did you have other plans, Shindou?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, I was thinking we could go to karaoke instead."

"Awesome!" Waya said. "Let's go! It's been years since I've sang karaoke."

Isumi then added, "I'll go. It's been a while for me, too."

Hikaru waited for the final voice to speak. "Akira?"

Akira sighed. "I suppose I can go, for you…. But I've never gone to karaoke before."

"SERIOUSLY?"

"Yes, Hikaru, seriously. I'd never been to an arcade before I went with you, so why is this so surprising?"

"SERIOUSLY?" Now it was Waya's turn to yell. "That was only your second time at an arcade?"

"For the love of— Yes, it was. Okay?"

Waya was stunned silent.

"Waya? Shindou? Are you guys alright?" Isumi asked. Receiving no reply, he said, "Touya, I think you killed them." That also received silence. "Touya?" Nothing. "Touya, I was joking!"

Someone let out a breath. "Oh… okay," Akira said, relieved. "Hikaru?"

"…." His rival didn't answer.

"HIKARU!"

"WHAT?"

"Are you okay?"

"…Yes, I'm fine."

"Good. I was worried."

There was another awkward silence.

"…So… Touya, are you going to come?" Isumi asked, breaking the silence again.

"Uh… Oh. Yes, I will."

"Okay," Hikaru said, happily. "Hey, Akira?"

"Yes, Hikaru?" Akira responded.

"Since we were gonna go to the mall before the concert and get you a new outfit anyway, why don't we just go before karaoke?"

Akira sighed. "What's the difference?"

"Well, you can get two, and wear one there!"

"Yeah," Waya added in, "And Isumi and I can help you!"

Akira managed not to groan at that. "I don't really want your help, but thanks for the offer."

"Oh, come on, Akira! For me? Please?" Hikaru pleaded.

"…."

Hikaru and the others just waited, knowing how the green-haired boy would respond.

"…Fine…" Akira finally said.

"Yay!" Hikaru cheered. "So, can you guys go now?"

The three said yes, and they decided to meet in front of the mall in a half hour.

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"Akira!" Hikaru called, waving at his friend who was standing at the meeting place.

"Hello, Hikaru," Akira said.

"Ready to sing?" Hikaru was grinning.

Akira frowned. "Not really. I don't see why we're going to karaoke the day before we go to a concert."

"Because it'll be fun!"

Akira sighed. "It will, for you, maybe…." Hikaru looked at him sadly. "But I suppose I can try to have fun as well."

The partial blonde's face brightened immediately, and he grabbed both his rival's hands. "Yeah! That's the spirit!"

Then Waya and Isumi came up, surprising them. "Hey, you two. I hope you were being good while we were gone," Waya said. Akira blushed.

"What have you been doing?" Isumi asked.

Hikaru got an evil idea and smirked. "Oh, just the usual, making out and what not." Waya and Isumi stared wide-eyed, and Akira's face turned red. Horrified, the latter yelled, "Hikaru!"

Hikaru, looking at their faces, started cracking up. "Ha ha ha! I'm sorry, Akira, but your faces are priceless!"

Akira glared at him.

"Shindou, I wouldn't be mad if what you said was true, but since it's not…" Waya said, annoyed. He also glared at the blond and black-haired boy.

"Shindou, that wasn't very nice," Isumi said.

Hikaru sweat dropped. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he said, hands in front of him.

Isumi sighed. "Let's just go."

Waya then grinned, remembering why they were here. "Yeah. Let's go get Touya a few reasonable outfits."

"And let's hurry up!" Hikaru said.

Akira grimaced and put a hand on his head, rubbing his temples. "Very well, but don't forget what I told you before, Hikaru."

"I know, Akira."

"What did he say before?" Waya asked.

"He said we can't get him anything vulgar."

Waya laughed. "Nothing vulgar, huh? Well, I'm going to assume you mean by our standards."

"I'm not sure what your standards are." Akira and Waya glared at each other. Then, the former turned toward Hikaru. "I assume I can trust you, Hikaru."

"Of course, Akira. I won't let Waya torment you. Now, let's go!"

Then Hikaru dragged Akira by the hand toward the mall entrance, Isumi following them, and Waya right behind him, smirking.

"So, where are we going?" Akira asked, once inside the mall.

"Hot Topic!" Hikaru yelled. Isumi gave him a look. "What? They have cool clothes there!"

"You only want to go there for yourself," Waya said.

"Not true! I bet we'll find something for Akira, too."

"Can we just go?" Akira said, trying to put an end to their argument. He was getting annoyed. He didn't want to be there just then; at least, not when the two other younger teens were probably going to force him to try on clothes he wouldn't want to wear.

"Yeah, you two. Let's go to Hot Topic first, and then we'll go somewhere Waya thinks will be productive," Isumi said. When Waya smirked evilly, he added, "And Touya has to agree with what you decide on."

"Only if it's fair!" Hikaru added.

"Yes, now, let's go." Isumi began to lead the way toward Hot Topic, until Hikaru grabbed Akira's hand again and pulled them in front, running toward the store.

"Hikaru, hold on! We don't need to run everywhere!"

"Yeah, we do! Then there will be more time for karaoke! Now come on!" They entered the store. "We gotta at least find you a cool shirt in here so Waya will stay off my back."

Akira sighed. "Alright." He looked at all the shirts that were on the wall. 'These are strange. Does Hikaru like these kinds of clothes?'

"Akira, you should try that one on!" Hikaru said, pointing at a yellow one with a Pikachu on it.

"No!" Akira disagreed.

Waya and Isumi had finally reached them, and Waya started looking at the shirts. "That's more like what you'd wear, Shindou," he said, looking at the one Hikaru was pointing at. Then he saw another one that caught his interest immediately. "Oh my gosh," he got out, laughing hysterically. "Akira, you should get that one!" He pointed at a light blue one that said (A/N: This is really there, I'm not being prejudice, I promise) "Being Gay is Mantastic" with two rainbow guys on it, holding hands.

Akira, Hikaru, and Isumi all looked at it. Isumi was about to scold Waya when Akira yelled, in a totally un-Touya-like fashion, "Waya, you bastard, stop making fun of me!"

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. . . .

"Akira?" Hikaru asked quietly, looking at the boy whose bangs covered the top half of his face.

Akira looked up at him, red-faced with tears in his eyes. Hikaru's eyes widened.

"Touya, are you alright?" Isumi asked.

"Him? What about me?" Waya asked. "I'm the one who was just yelled at!"

"Waya, stop it! That was cruel of you!" Isumi exclaimed. Waya looked taken aback. Isumi was yelling at him. Why was this happening to him?

"Akira, are you okay?" Hikaru asked his friend, softly, putting a hand on his back. Akira seemed to relax a bit at the hand, and whispered, "Yes… I'm alright."

Waya was still angry. He had just gotten yelled at, and yet he was getting punished, while that jerk was getting all the attention. "Oi, Touya!" He put a hand roughly on said boy's shoulder and tightened his grip. Akira immediately flinched away from Waya, terrified, and started to shiver. His tears were then falling freely.

"Waya!" Hikaru yelled. "If you're going to be doing this, then you should just leave!" He then turned toward his rival and put his arms around him in a hug, trying to comfort him. "Akira, it's okay." Akira's shivers didn't seem to stop, though.

"What's his problem?" Waya exclaimed.

"Waya!" Isumi said. "He's still scared from last night! Or have you forgotten?"

Waya looked into the glare of his best friend, and realization struck him. "Oh, shit." He then looked at Akira. "I'm sorry, Touya," he said quietly. "I forgot what happened."

Akira whispered, still shivering, "It's alright. I'm fine, really."

All three boys frowned at him. "You're not alright if you can't stop shaking," Hikaru said.

Akira hadn't realized that he was trembling again. When he consciously noticed, he said, "Sorry, I didn't realize I was. I can stop it." He leaned into Hikaru, putting his face in the crook of Hikaru's neck.

"Akira? Are you sure?"

"Yes. Is it stopping?"

Hikaru noticed then that his friend's body was, indeed, calming down. "How are you doing that?"

"I feel safer when you're holding me like this," Akira replied, his blush unseen by the other three.

Hikaru blushed, too, and smiled. "That's good. Tell us when you're ready to go, okay? I'm not going to rush you."

"Okay," Akira mumbled. A moment later, when his shivering had completely stopped, he said, "I feel better now. I'm ready to go when you are." He looked at Hikaru's face and, seeing the other boy looking back at him, smiled.

"Isumi? Waya? Do you want to stay or leave?" Hikaru asked.

"You haven't even looked around yet, Shindou. Let's stay a bit," Isumi said.

"Yeah. Might as well," Waya said. "Then we can go to Express."

"'Kay. But no more being mean to Akira, okay?" Hikaru looked pointedly at Waya.

"Yeah, fine. I wouldn't dare, anyway. And sorry, Touya, that was mean of me."

"It's alright, Waya," Akira said.

Then the four boys proceeded to look around the store. "Hey, Akira, do you like Harry Potter?" Hikaru asked.

"What?" He gave his friend a confused look.

"I'll take that as a 'no.' Hmm… oh, how about that one?" Hikaru pointed at a black one that said, "I'm Awesome," on a nametag.

"No."

"That one?" Hikaru said, pointing to one that said "AWKWARD" with an arrow under it.

"No."

"Gosh, Akira, you're being difficult."

"Hey, Touya, what about that one?" Waya pointed to a t-shirt that was written in sign language and said "Talk to the Hand" under it.

"That one's not too bad," Akira commented, surprising the other three. "What? No one will understand, but we use our hands in Go, right?"

"…Good point," Isumi said.

"Okay, one down, and one to go," Hikaru said.

"Good job, Waya," Isumi said.

"Thank you, Waya," Akira said. "Maybe Hikaru won't be so pushy in the other store."

"Yeah right," Waya said as Hikaru went to get the shirt. "He'll probably be worse since you chose one I found, and not one he found."

Akira sighed. "At least I know I can trust him…. Otherwise, that could be a problem. Besides, he's the one with the concert tickets, so if he wants to choose what I wear, then so be it."

"I guess."

"Hey, Akira, hurry up!" Hikaru called.

"Sorry, Hikaru. I'm coming." Akira then went to buy the shirt.

Isumi commented, "Waya, I hope you won't hurt him again."

"I won't!" Waya defended. "I won't."

"If Shindou didn't realize Touya's feelings from that, then I don't know if he'll ever figure it out."

"I agree. I'll bet that was the first time someone ever told him they feel safer when he's holding them."

"Yeah. Maybe we should head out for a bit. We can go to any store you want."

"Even Game Stop?"

Isumi sighed. "Yes, even Game Stop."

Waya grinned. "Hey, Touya, Shindou! Isumi and I are gonna go to another store!"

"Okay!" Hikaru called back.

"We'll meet you in front of the Ogata Fountain in a half hour, okay?" Waya asked, using the name the boys had made up for the fountain Ogata had fallen into.

"Sure! See ya!"

Then the two left, leaving the younger pair behind. "Hikaru, where are going to go now?" Akira asked.

"Hmm… well, the next clothes store was Waya's choice, so we should wait for them to go there. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

"Not that I know of. I don't come to the mall often."

"'Kay, then why don't we just get some ice cream and wait by the fountain?"

"Fine by me."

The two then left Hot Topic and headed towards the nearest Dairy Queen. They bought their ice cream, then found a bench and ate it in peace for a few minutes, just looking at the stores and people around them. As they got up after they had both finished, they began to walk toward the fountain. On the way, Akira saw a photo booth. "Hikaru, can we go get our pictures taken? I have no pictures of us together."

Hikaru looked at him. "Sure, Akira, let's go." He took his friend's hand and they walked over to the photo booth and sat down. Then, Hikaru paid 500 yen and they selected a green, yellow, and red frame. "Hey Akira, let's make a funny face!"

Akira looked at him weird. "Why?"

"It's fun! And we get five pictures! So, why not?"

Akira sighed. "Alright." Then Hikaru stuck his tongue out at the camera and pressed the button. Akira crossed his eyes and put two fingers behind Hikaru's head, making him look like a bunny. Then the photo took, and before Hikaru could see it, Akira pressed the button again, which made it take another photo of Hikaru glaring at Akira, who was laughing.

"That was funny," Akira said, grinning.

"What did you do that for?" Hikaru asked, slightly annoyed, but mostly glad his friend was having fun.

"Oh, come on. You said it yourself, we have five."

"Fine… Then the next one is normal, okay? I know you want at least one normal one."

"Yeah." They pressed the button, and three seconds later, a photo was taken of them sitting side-by-side, straight-faced.

"I get to choose the next one!" Hikaru pressed the button as Akira looked at him, then poked his rival's forehead, and Akira scrunched his eyes closed right before the photo took. Akira opened his eyes and glared at his friend.

"Why did you do that?"

"It was funny. And the last one can be us glaring at each other, okay?"

Akira sighed. "Fine." As Hikaru pressed the button, Akira moved his face until it was three inches from his friend's and glared at him. When Hikaru turned back to him, their eyes met, pulling each other in, then began to shut a bit.

3…

They subconsciously began to lean in.

2…

They both closed their eyes.

1…

Their faces were half an inch away.

And then they kissed, just as the photo was snapped.

The photo was forgotten, though, when their lips connected. 'He tastes like chocolate,' Akira thought, recalling the ice cream they just ate, as Hikaru thought, 'He tastes like mint.'

Akira put his hands behind Hikaru's neck, and Hikaru put his arms around Akira's waist, both pulling the other closer. Just as the kiss got more heated, the photos dispensed, the sound making the two boys realize what was happening. They quickly pulled back, away from each other, and returned their arms to their sides. Both had red faces and were panting slightly.

Akira looked to the side. "I'm sorry. It was an accident."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, too." 'An accident,' Hikaru thought. 'So he doesn't like me.'

Akira reached to pick the photos up and gave one strip to Hikaru while putting the other in his pocket without even looking at it. "Let's go."

The two got out of the photo booth and began to head towards the fountain. It had become awkward. As they reached the fountain, Waya and Isumi waved to them.

"Hey, you two. What did you do?" Isumi asked.

Waya laughed. "I bet they were making out," he said, joking.

Both Hikaru and Akira blushed, then looked to the side, muttering, "It was an accident." Isumi and Waya's eyes widened.

"Wait, you actually were?"

Hikaru looked at them. "Well… we went to get ice cream, then we went to the photo booth and took a few pictures, and…." He looked down.

"Oh… Um… Cool."

"Can we see the photos?" Isumi asked. Hikaru began to hand his copy to Isumi as Akira took his out of his pocket and glanced at them. His eyes went wide, and he said, "Hikaru, I don't think you should show them those."

"Why?" Hikaru asked, then looked at his own copy. Then he blushed, and said, "Yeah, maybe not. Sorry, guys."

"Oh, come on," Waya said. "They can't be that bad." He swiftly reached for the ones in Hikaru's hand, and succeeded in grabbing them. "Let's see here." He and Isumi looked at the first few as Akira and Hikaru reached out their hands to take them back. "See, there's nothing wrong with…" he stopped, seeing the last one of Akira and Hikaru kissing. Isumi blushed and Waya's eyes widened.

"I see you weren't joking," Isumi said.

"Of course not! Now, give them back!" Hikaru replied, loudly.

"Here," Waya said, handing them back to his friend.

"You guys, it was an accident, so can we just go buy another outfit and then head out?" Akira asked.

The three other boys looked at him, then Isumi said, "Yeah, let's go. Waya, where did you want to go?"

"Express," Waya said, still a bit stunned.

"I know where that is!" Hikaru exclaimed. "Let's go, Akira!" He grabbed Akira's hand again, the photo booth incident apparently forgotten, and pulled him towards the store.

"I like this store more than the other one," Akira said as they entered it. He then looked at Hikaru apologetically. "Sorry, but the one you chose was a bit…."

"Emo?"

"Yes, that."

Hikaru glanced at him. "Not all of it, though."

"I agree," Akira said, smiling. "So, what are you going to choose here?"

"Hmm…" Hikaru thought for a minute, looking around. He then saw something that caught his eye. "Oh, look at this! And this, and this, and this…" he said, gathering things in his hands. He was holding twelve items of clothing and two pairs of shoes by the time he dragged Akira over to the changing rooms. "Akira, go try these on, and show me all of them, okay?"

Akira suppressed a groan. "Alright." He went into the changing room and changed clothes, then went to show Hikaru. "I don't like this one," he said.

"No, something's off. Go try the other three."

"Okay." Akira went back to change, and after two more outfits, he was trying on the last, hoping it would work.

He put on the tight black jeans, green v-neck graphic t-shirt, and light blue long sleeved button up shirt, without buttoning it, then put on the black ankle-boots that Hikaru had found while he was changing the second time. Then, he left the changing room to show Hikaru.

"Hikaru, how does this one look?" Akira asked. Hikaru turned to look at him and was stunned speechless. He continued to stare at the handsome boy in front of him, who was beginning to feel self-conscious. "Hikaru, does it look alright or not?"

"Y-yeah," the blonde-and-black-haired boy got out. Akira frowned, not sure about his friend's response.

Outside the dressing room, Waya and Isumi were waiting for the two others to get done. "Gosh, how long can it take for him to try on a few outfits?" Waya asked.

"I'm not sure. They should be done soon, though.

Impatient, Waya yelled in, "Hey, are you two done yet?"

"Yeah," Hikaru yelled back, having regained his senses.

"Hikaru, do I have to wear this?" Akira complained inside the dressing room as Hikaru tried to pull him out of the dressing room.

"Yes, you do. Besides, it looks good on you."

Akira blushed and looked to the side. "Thank you."

Waya and Isumi were hearing the whole conversation. Waya smirked, knowing Akira was blushing.

"Hey, Akira, are you feeling okay? Your face is kinda red," Hikaru commented, worried, and leaned towards the green-haired boy to put a hand on his forehead. This, of course, made Akira blush more.

"Shindou, he's just blushing," Waya shouted.

Hikaru blinked, then laughed. "Embarrassed to be wearing that, Akira?"

"Something like that…" Akira said, looking to the side again.

Hikaru laughed again. "Well, let's go show Waya and Isumi."

The two left the dressing room area, Hikaru leading Akira by the hand. Waya and Isumi, who were both impatient by now, looked up at their friends. As they saw Akira, their eyes widened.

"How does it look?" Akira asked.

"It looks… really good, actually," Isumi said.

"Yeah," Waya said. "You actually look normal." Akira glared at him.

"Come on Waya, that's an understatement," Hikaru said.

"Shindou, why don't you just tell him what you're really thinking, and then we can go," Waya said, annoyed.

"What I'm really thinking? I don't think I want to say that out loud."

"Oh, come on, Hikaru, I'd appreciate your opinion," Akira said.

"Yeah, Shindou, go ahead. Say it," Waya pressed.

Hikaru groaned. Putting a hand over his eyes, he said, "You look hot, okay?"

Waya and even Isumi smirked, watching Akira's face turn completely red. "So, are you going to buy it?" Isumi asked.

"…Yes," Akira answered, then went back to change into his other clothes, the Hot Topic shirt included. He walked out wearing his jeans, t-shirt, and white button up shirt, unbuttoned, and carrying his new outfit, which he then went to buy.

"Hey, Shindou, if you think he's hot, then why don't you just tell him you like him?" Waya asked.

"Because he doesn't like me back," Hikaru said.

"I highly doubt that. Actually, you could say we know for a fact that he does," Isumi said.

"Then why did he say the kiss was an accident?"

"Uh, because it was? And he probably thought you'd be angry. It's not like he knows you like him," Waya said.

"Well, I'm not telling him. At least, not yet."

"If you don't, then he's going to keep thinking you need a girlfriend," Isumi said."By this point, that would only cause problems."

Waya said, "And don't forget, you only have three days left. Which means, if he isn't in love yet, you better get him to be, since you obviously won't like anyone else."

"I know, I know. I'll tell him soon," Hikaru promised. "Can we go now?"

"Yeah, let's go," Isumi said.

"On to karaoke. I'll beat you all!" Waya said, pumping a fist in the air.

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" Hikaru replied.

A minute later, Akira joined them, and they began to head out of the mall and towards the place where they would be singing karaoke.

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