For some reason my Chibi-tan had nothing to say. Expect hopefully her character doesn't seem like a total slut. Anyway, Nowaki and Hiroki will hopefully get together in the next one; just let me get my Akihiko-Hiroki fantasies out of the way.

Yaoi/Lemon/Smut warning for the end. It's not really bad but it involves Misaki and Usami's little fight over the BL.

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Again Sumi and Misaki watched the table across from theirs. Misaki had already told Sumi about the Fanfiction he'd seen in Akihiko's room. Sumi for some reason wasn't as shocked as Misaki. Instead he questioned Misaki on the animes that had been written about, and if he knew Usami-san's username.

"Ask him yourself, I don't want to know." Misaki said. By now he had convinced himself that Akihiko was gay. There was nothing wrong with that, he told himself. But he couldn't help thinking about more and more. He was wondering if Takahiro knew. And what about the other friend that was always glaring at his brother when Akihiko did something to him. Hiroki was his name, wasn't it? He looks jealous, Misaki thought, not knowing why that irritated him. It wasn't his business. Or maybe it was. Was Hiroki Akihiko's boyfriend?

"Maybe I will," Sumi said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Taki!" someone called, waving at Misaki's brother. They looked up to a tall girl with mid-length black hair pulled back into a pony tail. She wore spandex volleyball shorts and a T-shirt from the Boys like Girls concert in Tokyo last spring. Her face was a little flushed as she sat down, a scent of vanilla following her. "Sorry, just got out of gym," she said, applying a bit of cherry lip-gloss.

Takahiro instantly put his arm around her waist, holding her close to him.

Hiroki, sitting beside Akihiko on the other side of the table, dropped the spork-full of rice he'd been holding to his mouth. He openly stared at her, while Akihiko looked down at his tray. He absently picked at his food.

"What the hell," Misaki said loud enough for everyone at the table to hear him.

Takahiro turned to look at his brother and motioned for him to sit with him. Sumi followed him and sat beside Usami, glancing at him every couple of seconds. Misaki ignored his supposed friend and sat beside his brother.

"This is Abichibi-chan. We met this summer at band camp, and hit it off. When I found out that she'd transferred, I decided to ask her out."

Akihiko stood up dramatically, dumped his tray, and left the cafeteria. Hiroki muttered a, "I told ya," and followed suit.

"Um, is something wrong?" Abbi-chan asked.

"Akihiko liked you. Hiroki told me he'd be upset, but it's not like I'm going to hide you from my friends."

"Oh, I see," she said taking a bite of rice, "So, you guys like music?" Misaki and Sumi shared "WFT" looks before nodding. "My favorite band is Boys like Girls. I love their song Heals over Head. It's amazing."

The awkward aura that surrounded them didn't let up until the end of the period. Of course, Misaki wasn't aware that things were about to get worse.

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"You knew didn't you?" Akihiko asked painfully, from behind the stall door.

"Yes," Hiroki answered, standing in front of the door.

"Go away," Usami said suddenly, sniffling loudly.

"You can cry if you want too," Hiroki said, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want you to end up hurt like this."

Akihiko answered by unlocking the door, though he didn't open it. Hiroki took a breath before stepping into the stall and closing the door behind him. Akihiko was leaned against the wall separating the stalls, his head in his hands. Hiroki only stared for a few seconds, not sure what to do. He'd never had to comfort Akihiko before, though his friend had done this enough times for him. Then again, hadn't Akihiko shown him before how to comfort someone?

Hiroki tilted Usami's head up, looking into the red rimmed eyes. He pressed his lips against Akihiko's for a moment before jumping back. Akihiko looked at him miserably, but Hiroki had gotten his attention.

"Usami… I…" He couldn't say it. There was no way he could say those words to someone he cared so much about. It was impossible. But then, there was a way he could show it, wasn't there?

He kissed Akihiko again, slowly, letting himself enjoy it. There was only one way he knew how to convey his feelings. And Usami wasn't fighting back. He let Hiroki press him against the wall he'd been leaning on seconds ago. And he let Hiroki slide his hands into his shirt and up his chest. He still didn't protest, even when Hiroki's hand found his jean zipper and began pulling it down.

Hiroki had no idea that his life was about to be turned around completely.

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Haruhiko laughed with his best friend Isaka as they watched the little scene going down a few tables away. He'd found out about Abbi-chan earlier this morning, after hearing her telling one of her friends about her new boyfriend. He couldn't resist seeing his brother face when he found out Takahiro was dating. And he was glad he'd told her to sit with them today. Akihiko's response was priceless, even if he'd left soon afterward.

"What's soo funny?" one of the cheerleaders at their table asked. She looked a little angry that they weren't paying attention to the story she was telling everyone about her shoes. They were nice and all, but couldn't she just say she'd bought them at the mall and be over with it? No one really cared about the cute guy who worked there, who said they were cheap. Did they?

"My brother just got his heart broken," Haruhiko said, jerking his thumb in the direction of his table.

"Look there goes the annoying little pet," Isaka said as Hiroki stood up and followed Akihiko.

"He said I was illiterate once," the girl said, "Whatever the heck that means,"

"What a loser," one of her friends said, "And he hangs out with them."

"I swear, he's a fag," one of the blonder ones remarked, biting into a potato chip.

"What's his name?" Nowaki, the new boy, asked suddenly.

"I don't know,"

"Who cares?"

"I do," Nowaki said, before looking at Haruhiko, "Do you know?"

"Sadly, yes I know him." He said, grinning at the girls before saying, "He's got quite the temper, doesn't he?"

"Again, I say 'fag.'"

"Duh, Margo." the one closest to Nowaki said, "That's why he's soo hot. Only gays are hot,"

"Really?" Margo looked at Isaka and Haruhiko before saying, "Oh, just when I was starting to like these guys."

"What's his name?" Nowaki asked Haruhiko again, ignoring the girls.

"Why do you care soo much?" Isaka asked.

"Kimijou Hiroki," Haruhiko said, before stealing one of Margo's chips, "And poor Akihiko's day is just getting started. Wait until later.

"What are you gonna do to him?" Margo's friend asked.

"Let's just say it involves that little cutie sitting with Takahiro," Isaka said, grinning. He was the only one who knew about Haruhiko's evil plots.

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Nowaki didn't say anything for the rest of the period. He didn't know why he felt so strange, but his mind kept going back to the guy he'd only gotten a glimpse of.

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Akihiko wandered into his bedroom. He was still upset after what happened at lunch. And confused about what he'd done afterward. Hiroki was his best friend, he'd never thought of him intimately before. Though he'd let himself be sucked off earlier hadn't he?

No. He still didn't think of Hiroki that way. And there was no Hiroki thought of him that way either. That was sympathy sex. Nothing else. Now he needed to stop thinking about it. If it hadn't meant anything to the either of them, then it was meaningless. Like most of the life of Usami Akihiko.

And he still had to deal with Misaki. Luckily Misaki looks nothing like Takahiro, he thought. Then he glanced up to see Misaki reading one of his notebooks and shaking.

"Misaki…" he started only to have the notebook thrown at his head.

"What the hell is this?!" Misaki asked holding up a torn page. From where Akihiko was standing he could tell it was one of those stories he'd written. "You put my brother in one of your sick, porno's?"

Akihiko blinked a couple of times, not sure what to say. Luckily Misaki seemed content on yelling at him, then letting him explain.

"I don't care if you're a homo or anything, but don't bring my brother into it! Why don't you go after someone else? Like that Hiroki guy or someone?" Now that pissed Usami off.

"What do you know about Takahiro and my relationship, huh? What gives you the right to come here and demand I leave your brother alone?" he yelled back. He pushed Misaki into the desk behind him, causing the boy fall back on it.

"In case you haven't realized, there is no relationship! He has a girlfriend!" Misaki said, sitting up.

Again, this only made Akihiko angrier. "You think just anyone will do?" he asked. Akihiko pushed Misaki back onto the desk and climbed over him. He wasn't just majorly pissed off at Misaki. His day had gone from bad to worse, and he wasn't about to let this kid barge in and start telling how to live his life.

"N-no," Misaki said, trying to move out of Akihiko's grip.

Usami held Misaki arms above his head with one hand; the other he let travel down Misaki's body, "No what?" he asked, twisting and playing with one of his nipples.

"St-stop," Misaki said, Usami could feel him responding to his touch, "Let me go,"

"You like it,"

"N-no," Misaki struggled.

"Really? Cause you're body down here, seems to like it," Akihiko said, carefully placing his leg between Misaki's legs. Misaki's flesh was already hardening down there.

"Release me," Misaki growled still fighting to move his arms. He didn't realize until too late his poor choice of words.

"Gladly," Akihiko replied, freeing Misaki from his jeans. Misaki froze as he gripped his member. Akihiko pumped him a couple of times before he came in his hand.

He got off the desk, licking the wet off his hand. It tasted pretty nasty, and Akihiko felt sorry for Hiroki who'd eaten his earlier. He wondered if Hiroki would get sick and miss school. Or, maybe never speak to me again, Usamithought bitterly.

"Sick bastard," Misaki muttered, sitting up.

Usami turned his attention back to Misaki, "You came pretty fast. Maybe you could use more experience."

Misaki's eyes widened and he stepped backwards, toward the door, "Actually, I'm just gonna leave." He grabbed his Algebra book and backed out quickly, as if afraid Usami was a wild animal that would pounce him again.

Usami let him go, guessing he'd want to go back home and tell his Nii-chan everything. He figured he ought to call Takahiro, or something. Try to explain what happened. But he felt too out of it to call anyone. Besides Misaki didn't seem like the type to run around telling everyone. Surely it'd be too against his pride to admit he'd let a guy touch him that way.

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Akihiko didn't love him. Hiroki knew that. They'd barely talked at all after the bathroom "accident." He'd only been trying to show Usami that he loved him; he hadn't expected it to back fire like that. But afterward, he'd been able to tell Usami didn't like him that way. He probably didn't even realize Hiroki liked him that way.

Hiroki pushed back the familiar bushes, entering the old fort. Usami and he used to hang out then they were little kids. Of course, they hadn't done that in years. And Hiroki was glad to have the place by himself. He sat down on the grass not caring that it was slightly damp. He looked at the sky through the tree branches. It was beautiful, like it had been years ago. Hadn't Akihiko kissed him here too? He couldn't help but think of Akihiko. Maybe it was wrong to have come here, he thought. This place was soo full of memories. But he couldn't leave for the same reason. After everything, maybe he just needed to be here for awhile.

Alone and surrounded by memories, Hiroki let himself cry.

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Nowaki felt out of place as his "parents" rushed around the house. They were late for some mini get together next door. Nowaki had been invited, though they claimed it was going to be boring as there was no one his age there. Usually he would have gone anyway, but he didn't feel up to it.

He slipped outside after awhile. It was starting to get dark, but Nowaki didn't mind. He liked being able to watch the sun sinking behind the horizon. He walked without paying attention to where he was going until he reached the park. His body stopped, something telling him to wait.

Seconds went by; he actually turned around and almost started walking home. Why stop here? He wondered. It was crazy to just stop and wait there as if something would happen. But then he heard a sob coming from within the trees. Was someone crying? He took a couple steps inside the forest. Yes, there was defiantly someone else in there.

Nowaki pushed through the last bushes, into a clearing, and found the source of the noise. The boy he'd seen earlier, the one he wasn't able to forget about, was sitting there, faced away from him. He turned, wiping a tear from his eye, surprised by Nowaki's presence.

"Who are you?"

"Nowaki," he answered, a strange feeling rising in his chest. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," the boy said, turning away from him.

Nowaki stepped closer, and sat down beside him, "Hiro-san, right?" he asked, remembering that Haruhiko had said his name was Hiroki.

"What do you want?" Hiroki sounded annoyed. Probably upset that someone had seen him crying.

"Well, you seem pretty lonely here. Do you want me to stay?"

"No," Hiroki snapped, standing up, "I'm actually leaving."

"Then, I'll walk with you," he stood up, towering above Hiroki. He knew then and there that he'd follow Hiroki anywhere, as long as he was near him.

"No, I said I was fine. That's a hint for you to leave me alone."

"I… Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I did. Please don't leave." Nowaki said grabbing one of Hiroki's wrists.

"Let go," He snapped again, pulling away. Nowaki let him go, realizing it was only making Hiroki angrier. Hiroki turned his back on him and began walking home, Nowaki following him slowly.

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Combined response to most reviews: I'm sorry that things are slow. I'm trying, and hoping not to make everything a load of BS. Nowaki and Hiroki are coming together in the next one. No storyline? Hm. Sadly, I think you're right. And I almost had Misaki find that in the last chapter but then erased because I thought it was too close to the actual manga. And I've been thinking about Haruhiko more and think I may do something more with him. Sumi is still breathing. Lol.