I apologize for the following: First,disappointing people, I know this is different from the books. It is fanfiction. And I already know its BS. Second, most OOC-ness.

On the bright side, I know where the story is going after this.

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"Hey, Usami!" Hiroki repeated. Akihiko was writing on the back on his schedule. Hiroki slightly annoyed, tapped his friend a couple times. "Hey, did you get into Advanced Literature?"

Usami flipped his paper over, and nodded. Then he returned to writing.

"So, Aikawa isn't going to commit suicide?" Hiroki asked, reading over Usami-san's shoulder.

"No," he answered, "She walks in on him with her best friend, then kills herself."

"Great," Hiroki said sarcastically. He continued to admire Usami for a few moments before sinking back into his seat as the announcements started.

Hiroki was glad Takahiro wasn't in their homeroom. If he had been, Hiroki would be again forced to listen to stories about his brother. And he'd have to watch that stupid grin appear on Usami's face. What the hell was the point anyway? Takahiro was never going to like him. Akihiko knew that. Why couldn't he just give up on it? Takahiro was that cute. And he wasn't funny. All he talked about was his brother! Why didn't he just marry his brother and leave Akihiko to…

Hiroki took a deep breath, and kept himself from throwing anything. Like usual he had let himself get worked up over something he couldn't help. If only he didn't have to like Akihiko…

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Shinobu looked over his schedule, gritting his teeth when he saw that he had Home Economics fourth period. He was sure he hadn't chosen that as an elective, not that it mattered now. Cooking, great, he thought rolling his eyes. Then again, maybe he could learn a few things. He knew Miyagi hated his cooking.

Meanwhile, his father, the principal, began speaking over the intercom. He welcomed everyone to "a school year" and then began the long boring speech he usually made. Shinobu just rolled his eyes and glanced around the room. He briefly watched the boys in front of him. One was writing something, he didn't bother trying to read it. He doubted it was any good anyway.

He instead turned his attention to the teacher. She wasn't listening to his father, not that he could blame her, and from her strained expression he had a feeling she was playing solitaire. He took the opportunity to text the Lit teacher a few classrooms down.

Shinobu: Guess wat? I got home ec.

Miyagi: Good for you, now why don't you pay attention in class for a change.

Shinobu: It's just the same bull as last year.

Of course, Miyagi didn't answer. Shinobu glared at his phone before slipping it back into his pocket. He listened to his father drone on, not really hearing the words, and daydreamed about going to Miyagi's house after school.

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The bell rang somewhere close to the end of the principal's speech. As if it were nothing, everyone stood up and started to their first period class. Misaki, who had been on the edge of his seat, waiting to leave, was out of the classroom in record time.

Of course it wasn't until he'd reached his next room that he realized it Algebra. Why did it have to be math? This early in the day! This year was going to be a nightmare for Misaki. What had he done to deserve this torture? Was it all the skipping class last year? Was it for complaining that Takahiro was driven to school?

Whatever the reason, Misaki knew he must have done something very, very bad to have brought this upon himself.

I know it isn't much, but I like keeping chapters short. Tell me what you thought. Is there something I can improve on? Was it better than the first two?

*I'm going to attempt writing the Semes tomorrow. (I just looked back and realized I'd done all the "Ukes") Usami is probably going to force this story into an R rating. Just kidding! I'll keep it a minimum to keep my T rating.