NS: Sorry, I couldn't help putting a little smut in this. And a little Usami-san Fanfic… Sorry, I couldn't resist. I've been reading No Money (after finishing the anime) and couldn't get it outta my head. Though I'm not gonna write my own fanfic about them 'till I've finished the books.

Dedicated to: the people who actually read this stuff. And of course my innocent chibi-tan and my fellow preve and best friend Usamisan8-d. And to: yamasasha, Kame90, and Kayla Edogawa who have been making me happy a lot lately by reviewing. Thank you all soo much!

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Nowaki could not stop thinking about Hiroki. He wanted soo bad to see him again. Of course this seemed really weird since he barely knew the guy. And Hiroki hadn't been very friendly to him. Now that was different. Everyone liked Nowaki. He was the type of person people liked to like. Nowaki would just have to get Hiroki to start liking him. He didn't imagine that being too difficult.

Then he saw Hiroki at lunch, not smiling but at least not crying, and thought, now here's my chance! He picked out his tray and set it across from Hiroki at the empty table. Hiroki glared up at him.

"What do you want?"

"Well, I'm new and don't know many people. So I thought I'd sit beside someone I knew. Can I sit here?"

"No," Hiroki said, still glaring.

"Why not?" Nowaki asked, crushed.

"Because, first of all we're not friends. Second, we don't really know each other. Third, if you're just feeling sorry for me and…"

"It's not that! I swear, it's not…"

"Hey!" the idiot he'd seen yesterday with the girl said, sitting down, "What's up? Aren't you new here?"

"Yeah, I'm Nowaki," he said, happily.

"I'm Takahiro," he said, sitting next to Hiroki, who moved away, "Well, sit down. I'll introduce you to everybody." He said as the girl from before sat down practically on his lap and a couple of younger boys from the table beside their's hopped over.

"First, the little witch beside me is Hiroki. Ignore him; he's got a bad tempter."

"Hiro-san, you moron!" Hiroki said, cause Takahiro to laugh.

"This is my girlfriend Abbichibi-chan." She smirked and leaned onto his shoulder. "The cutie beside you is my brother Misaki and then his friend Sumi. Their both younger and kinda stupid."

"Hey!" both boys said, Sumi putting his hands on his hips.

"And this," Takahiro said, standing up as Haruhiko's brother appeared beside Hiroki, and Nowaki admired how Abbi-chan managed not to fall onto the floor when he moved, "Is the great Usami Akihiko!"

Usami laughed, as if it everything was normal. And sat beside Hiroki. He looked at the boy seriously, both sharing an intimate look. Hiroki nodded and began eating his rice. Usami looked kind of relived and began eating also.

Nowaki tried not to feel jealous that he'd just witnessed something deep between the one he liked and this other guy. What was that look? It didn't really look romantic but… It wasn't exactly unimportant either.

"Everyone this is Nowaki, who I just met." Takahiro sat down, letting the blonde girl climb back into his arms. And pants possibly.

"Hello," Nowaki said.

Abbi-chan started a conversion then, something about music. Did she talk about anything other than music and volleyball? Besides her boyfriend of course. She seemed to love talking about him. Even though no one else at the table thought Takahiro's butt was that nice, she continued commenting. Misaki glared back and forth between her and Usami. Usami shared another look with Hiroki before dumping his tray and leaving again. Hiroki got up a second later causing the younger guys to begin whispering. Nowaki didn't bother to hang out around with them, and followed his Hiro-san into the hall.

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Hiroki's life was a mess. Even he would admit that. It was. He was still broken up about Akihiko And here he was following him to the bathroom. Seriously? What the fuck was wrong with him? He stopped to slam his head against the wall a couple of times. Was he a slut or something? Was he really just going to let Akihiko do this without feeling the same way? Yes. Yes. Yes. He still loved Akihiko. He couldn't help it. It was like a curse or something.

He stopped injuring himself, only because he'd once heard that hitting yourself in the head repeatedly would cause brain damage. If he was going to lead such a fucked up life, he might as well do so with a prefect brain. Then maybe he wouldn't end up in the asylum.

"Hiro-san!" someone called, that Nowaki kid.

"What? Are you stalking me or something?"

"No… Well… I like you, Hiroki."

Hiroki just stared at him, in shock.

"I don't get it either, but I really, really like you. Please, don't push me away."

"Err, well… I mean… I like someone else right now."

"That Usami guy? Does he even notice your existence?"

"Well… No, he still has something for Takahiro…"

Nowaki wrapped his arms around him, "Please, Hiroki. Give me a chance…"

Hiroki tried to push him, then stopped and sniffled again. "Okay, okay. Just let me go!"

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"I really do appreciate what you're doing for my son," the principal droned on. He was really starting to bore Miyagi. Of course he should consider himself lucky. The principal had almost walked in on a very intimate scene involving his son and the professor. Miyagi of course had had his door locked, and when they heard the rattling before the principal had gotten his key, Shinobu quickly hide under Miyagi's desk.

"It's no problem, Sir. He's a good kid." Miyagi said before letting the man continue talking.

"Where is the brat anyway?" he asked, as if suddenly realizing his son wasn't in the room.

"Bathroom," Miyagi tried. He'd been talking for a good fifteen minutes, far longer than the time needed to use the bathroom. But the man didn't notice, he simply went back to his rant.

Shinobu was very bored by now, Miyagi could just sense it. This worried him a little bit. Teenagers did evil things when they were bored. And Shinobu was already an evil brat. Knowing him…

Under the desk, Shinobu decided to entertain himself, just as Miyagi had predicted. He slowly unzipped the teacher's pants and began touching the area teasingly.

Miyagi's eyes widened. He knew what was coming. And even the slight kick he gave Shinobu did nothing to stop him from his sick game. Deep down, Miyagi know there was nothing he could do to stop the boy from taking it a step farther and using his mouth.

Miyagi bit back a moan. Shinobu's father was standing right across from him. Talking to him! Did he not notice Miyagi's sudden distraction? Or was he really just that used to people ignoring him?

Miyagi bite hard on his lower lip as Shinobu continued and his father kept on droning on and on. Why didn't he leave? Didn't he realize no one liked him?

"Sir, I have tests to grade. And your son will be back soon. Are you almost finished?" he asked, trying hard to control his voice. He was going to murder Shinobu for this! Well, at least he'd do something to punish him…

"Oh, of course, of course thank you again. I'll be going now," he said leaving. As soon as he was out of the door Miyagi backed his chair out and glared under his desk.

"I swear you are going to buy for that." He threatened.

Shinobu only smiled and stepped onto his tip-toes to kiss Myiagi. Miyagi let him, though he was seriously pissed off. He was considering actually teaching him something other than the boy's recent discovery of how to properly tease him.

He stopped the kiss, and opened his mouth to call Shinobu a brat, but the boy pushed him back against the blackboard and started back where they'd left off earlier. Only this time he was dominating the kiss.

"I'm sorry, but I seem to have forgotten my…" the principal's voice cut off as he stared open mouthed at the scene in front of him.

Miyagi pushed Shinobu back before trying to explain. The principal only shook his head and disappeared into the hall. Shinobu ran out after him, yelling his father's name. Miyagi could only slump back into his desk and glare at a blank paper in front of him.

May as well grade papers.

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"God, that's soo hot," Sumi said falling dramatically onto his bed after reading the first few lines of Usami's Fiction story. "I can't believe you go to see that written and didn't tell me it was soo amazing! How can you dislike the guy who wrote that?!"

"I never said I disliked him," Misaki replied, still reading the chapter. Akihiko was actually a good writer. If only he didn't waste his time with this smut…

"He's amazing. I can't believe you said he tried raping you."

"Um, Sumi, incase you didn't realize this: He Did! There's no other word for what he did."

"Well, he didn't do anything you didn't want," Sumi replied seriously.

Misaki blushed. So maybe he had… No! He was not gay! Akihiko was gay. Misaki was not. That was rape.

"God, I wish he'd tutor me." Sumi said dreamily.

"Why don't you ask him?" Misaki shot back, hitting the next chapter.

Sumi considered this for a moment. Then shook his head and muttered something about Akihiko liking Misaki.

"He does not like me," Misaki replied, before blushing over some of Akihiko's content. "It's Takahiro he likes."

"You're blushing, you like him" Sumi teased, sitting beside him again and gasping at the screen.

"I do not like him! He's a sick pervert! And besides, I'm not gay."

"Then you wouldn't mind if I got Akihiko to tutor me…"

"Not at all," Misaki lied. Somehow he didn't like the idea of Sumi going after his Usami-san. Of course, he dismissed the idea a moment later.

"Speaking of Akihiko and tutoring, shouldn't you be over there right now?"

"I'm not going back."

"You have too!"

"No, I don't."

"Misaki, honestly, honey, we both know you want to go back there and get Seme'd. So Go!"

Misaki sighed and stood up. "Fine, I'll stalk him for you. But you owe me,"

"Naturally," Sumi sang, practically pushing Misaki out the door.

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Akihiko looked up as Misaki entered his bedroom. He was back?! After yesterday?

"What are you doing here?"

"I still need someone to teach me Algebra." Misaki said.

"Even after yesterday?" Usami asked, smirking at him. Surly he'd leave if he thought he'd do that again. Then again, maybe he was into that kind of thing. Maybe Usami would have to teach him another lesson.

"Yes," Misaki said looking down, "I mean, let's just forget about it. It was really no big deal. And it's not like I have to worry about you using my brother. You should have heard them! I swear, Abbi-chan was actually being murdered. Of course, I didn't stick around, I went to my friend Sumi's…" Misaki stopped, probably realizing that he was babbling again. That seemed to happen a lot. "Ah, so are you working on your Fanfiction?"

"No, it's a "normal" short story. It's about a girl who has a crush on her best friend. He asks her out but then she catches him with her best girl friend. Pretty close to my life right now," Akihiko said, typing. He should have known Misaki would find his Fanfiction too. He'd already found his fantasy about Takahiro.

Misaki nodded before, "You're actually a really good writer. Sumi and I read your posts. What was that story based on anyway? The one with the sex slave?"

"Okane Ga Nai, No Money, it's a real anime." Akihiko said, "It's got the hottest Seme…"

"Um, would it be weird if I asked to watch it with you. I mean, it's not like I'm gay or anything. I just can't watch yaoi at home."

Akihiko only smiled and said, "It'd be a pleasure."

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Review Responses: Actually, that's how it is at my school. The principal, or anyone really, be doing afternoon announcements and the bell will ring and everyone will ignore him and leave. Sumi, I've always thought, was very clingy to his friends. And Misaki, kind of. Maybe it's just me. Kame90, you figured out my evil plot! How did you know I was gonna put them together? Anyway, about Misaki getting a ride… He and Akihiko just weren't very close at the time. Don't worry though; Misaki is going to be getting quite a few car rides soon. Luv all of you. (No, not my readers. Miyagi You. JK)

PS. "You can tell a blonde wrote this," was my brother's only comment after reading this. Then he messed up my hair and ditched me to go shopping with his bf of 4 years. *glares at the guy whom has nicer hair and cuter bf.* He calls me blonde?!

By the way this story, apart from my comments, is over 1900 words. It's longer, and update constantly. I hope it's not disappointing.