Sorry for: messing with/ changing details. I was mostly just trying to make things fit with this story as best as possible. And of course getting facts wrong about Japan; I really have no idea what their orphanages are like. Though many church groups do involved with them… And sorry for my BS storyline so far. I'm trying!!

Hiroki walked a little behind the boys he'd come with. Usami had already promised to drive Takahiro home; Hiroki assumed that meant he was welcome too. Usami was only thinking of Takahiro though. Hiroki tried to convince himself that it was fine, after all not everybody could make Usami smile like that. Not even Hiroki.

"Well, my lockers over there," Takahiro pointed farther down the hall, "So I'll see you guys later."

Hiroki just barely stopped his friend from following him, "Come on," he pulled Usami by his sleeve, "Our lockers are on this side."

Usami let himself be led, amazingly. Then again, he looked deep in thought. Hiroki wondered if he would have to show Usami to his homeroom too.

"What's your homeroom?" Hiroki asked, opening his locker that he'd already memorized the combination to.

"Room 125," Usami answered, momentary breaking his chain of thought.

"Same as mine," Hiroki said, tossing his backpack inside along with Usami's. He doubted his friend knew his combination, plus it was faster, "Okay, let's go get our schedules then."

Misaki was still in a good mood as he wandered around, looking for his friends. He'd taken the bus that morning alone, but he was fine with that. Right now, he was focused on finding his friend Sumi.

"Oi, Misaki!" Sumi yelled, rushing behind him.

Misaki spun around, just in time to be caught in Sumi's hug.

"Oh my gosh, I've missed you soo much," Sumi said.

"I know, I know," Misaki said, knowing Sumi was dead serious even though he sounded like any other bouncy teenager.

"So, what's your homeroom?" Misaki asked, hoping they were the same.

Sumi quickly pulled out the letter all students received two weeks earlier, telling them their locker combinations and homerooms. "Room 127," he said, "Professor Miyagi."

"Ah, my brother had him last year. He's all right," Misaki said, "Anyway, that's mine too. Let's go!"

They found their homeroom easily, though they found the door locked. Sumi shrugged and knocked a few times. There was no answer for a few moments. Then a very pale boy their age opened the door and pushed past them.

Again Sumi shrugged and they entered the classroom. A cheery looking Professor greeted them and began sorting through some of the papers on his desk.

Shinobu was slightly pissed off that kids were arriving early. He himself had come ten minutes earlier than normally allowed, but his father ran this place. He should be treated a little better than that. Then again, he knew he was really just pissed that his time with Miyagi had been cut short. He'd planned on having a good ten minutes alone with the Lit professor.

He calmly walked to the bathroom, fearing a blush. They were almost walked in on! But fortunately his skin was its normal pale shade. Just in case he splashed some cold water into his face. Then sighing, he made his way to class.

Shinobu choose a seat in the back of the room, not caring that the teacher had probably assigned seats. They wouldn't say anything to him, the principal's son. Besides he wanted to be alone to think…

He remembered when he first met Miyagi. He was very young at the time, and it was long before Miyagi had started working for his father. They'd gone to the same library, hell Miyagi spent all his time at the library. Shinobu hadn't been very interested in reading at the time, although it seemed okay. And his father was dead set against videogames.

But then Miyagi had begun dating his sister, and Shinobu decided it was pointless. Until they broke up… That's when Shinobu got his chance. It hadn't been easy at first, mostly because of the huge age difference, but somehow they'd ended up okay. And Shinobu was happy with their relationship, even though it was secret.

Nowaki turned his iPod on full blast. He hated school. He always had. But especially now that the orphanage had thrown him into another foster home. He had no clue what to expect, seeing as the only schooling he'd had soo far was by nuns. At least there wouldn't be any praying. He was sick of hearing about how he was going to hell because he was gay. That was no one else's business anyway.

He walked straight to his homeroom, because he didn't have a backpack nor anything else to do with his locker. He stuffed his iPod into his pocket as soon as he was inside the classroom. He didn't want any teacher stealing it soo soon after he'd gotten it. He supposed it was his newest foster family's way of buying his affection, and he was happy to give it for the small device. Either way, he doubted he'd be staying with this family long. It usually didn't last more than a couple weeks, and he knew better than anyone not to get attached.

He sat down beside a couple of kids his age. He may not be into school, but that didn't mean he was antisocial. May as well make friends while he was here.

"Hi, I'm Nowaki." He said, as other kids began filing into the small room.

"I'm Misaki!" The first boy said happily, grinning up at him.

"Sumi," the other said, glaring at Nowaki before putting his arm protectively around Misaki.

"Sumi!" Misaki cried, pulling away, "Ug, don't mind him. He's always like this."

"Why shouldn't I be, my Misaki," Sumi said failing to catch the boy again.

Nowaki watched them, not sure how to feel. Did all High School students act this way?

"So, Nowaki, are you new? I don't think I've seen you before."

"Yeah,"

"Just move here?" Misaki asked, trying to start a conversion.

"I guess you could say that."

"Where are you from then?" Sumi asked, still glaring at him. Was he really that protective of his friend? Or was there more to it? Misaki seemed friendly enough, was Sumi weirdly jealous?

"Ah, well… My last foster family lived just outside Tokyo, but I guess that wouldn't make me new here. Expect that I lived with them only for this summer."

"Oh," Misaki said, as if truly feeling sorry for him, "I'm sorry to hear that…"

"Don't be. I never knew my parents so it isn't too bad. It's not like I miss them." Nowaki said. That was another thing he was sick of. People feeling sorry for him. He understood that they had the best intentions, but it wasn't like they really knew him or his parents. They had nothing to feel bad about, so way bring him down just thinking about it?

Well, that's it for now. So far I'm just setting up characters. I promise the story will pick up soon! Please comment and review!