Dedicated to Asahina from Junjou Mistake (Yeah, a character.) because he was just awesome. (Like when he threatened to cut up Isaka. That was great.) And Kanou from OGN, because I honestly love him. (Just like the "girls" at Someya's bar, I love him lots.)

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"Why would you write me into that?! You didn't even ask my permission!" Misaki whined as Akihiko drove him home. They'd already dropped off Takahiro and Abichibi-chan. Now it was only Akihiko, Hiroki, Nowaki, and he left. And Hiroki already knew, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

"Because I can," Akihiko said.

"But!"

"Welcome to my life, Misaki," Hiroki said. Misaki almost glanced back, but then he remembered Hiroki was back there with his boyfriend. He wasn't sure, but he thought he could hear the scratch of jean pants against, well jeans. Though somehow Hiroki kept up with the conversation in the front seat.

"I don't think Abbi-Chan likes us very much," Nowaki said suddenly.

"Haruhiko knows her better than me." Akihiko said, frowning, "A lot better. She comes over once in awhile."

"Seriously? That thing has better in your house before?" Misaki said, "I really pity you now."

"Yeah, the other day they were arguing about gay-rights." He said, "She's a real bitch."

"She doesn't seem too bad," Nowaki said, "I mean, none of us really know her."

"Nowaki, she's all for sending you to the death camps," Hiroki said, "Seriously, or do you think Haruhiko's straight."

"Please, I don't even want to think about that," Akihiko took his hands off the wheel, to cover his ears.

"Hey, watch it!" Misaki said, grabbing the wheel to keep it from going off road. The veered sharply to the right, throwing everyone in the car to that side.

"Hey!" a very pissed off Hiroki cried as he hit his head off the car door.

Akihiko put his hands over Misaki's, "Here, let you show you."

"It's fine. That was just an accident." Really Misaki had never driven a car in his life. But he didn't like the way Akihiko's hands felt on his. He was barely able to keep from shivering.

"Pay attention," Akihiko said, slightly turning it to the left. They glided into the other lane. Then he swiftly jerked it back.

More bumps were heard from the backseat.

"Damn it, Akihiko! You're doing that on propose!" Hiroki cried.

"Really? Why do you think that?"

"You've been watching us in the rearview-mirror the whole time!"

Somehow, Misaki kept his sanity. Though he vowed to never get in a car with Usami again. He knew he'd probably just do it again tomorrow.

--

"You made me one of the cross-dressers." Misaki asked, glaring at the Fanfic in front of him.

"Yeah, but it's not that bad. I almost made you one of the psycho best friends."

Misaki glared at the computer. Wait; there is something I can do… He highlighted everything on the screen before hitting the backspace key.

"What the hell!" Akihiko said, staring at the unsaved and now blank document. Then he smiled, and hit the undo button. "Nice try."

Misaki X-ed out of the story, and hit 'no' to saving.

Akihiko clicked on "Word." And a box with the words "Draft was saved at __, would you like to view this draft?" After clicking yes, the story reappeared.

Misaki stared in amazement.

"You should know, Misaki. Evil never dies."

"Does that mean I'm doomed to deal with Abbi-Chan forever?"

"Most likely. She's probably an Immortal. *You should leave rice on your doorstep."

Misaki nodded before sitting beside Akihiko and watching him type a quick ending.

He didn't really want to disturb Usami while he worked. But he also did want to ask about yesterday. Akihiko had kissed him… And he had liked it.

But that didn't mean anything! He stared at his shoes, thinking about when he'd comforted Akihiko before. He did that to me without feeling anything didn't he?

But there was something different than before. The kiss had been kind of sweet. Not only that, but at the time he had started thinking the weirdest things. Like that he didn't want to leave Usami-san. But, that was impossible. He didn't like Akihiko. First of all, they were both guys. And that just…

"What the hell are you typing?" he asked, "Kanou can't say that!"

"That's how he feels." Akihiko said, "He's confused because he didn't like guys before. And Ayase is almost as bad. At least he's cool with them."

"No. They have to be together." Misaki said, "Make Ayase say 'I love you' now!"

"That's not how it happens."

"So, it can't end this way!" Misaki argued, "They have to be together. Kanou can't just tell him it's abnormal!"

Akihiko smiled darkly. "Hey, Misaki take a seat." He nodded at the loveseat nearby.

Misaki sat down, not sure what Akihiko wanted. He watched Akihiko sit beside him. The other boy just looked at him for a moment, before attacking him.

"Hey! Get off!" Misaki said, pushing Akihiko away.

"Why?" the older boy asked, carefully placing his knee on a very sensitive place.

"It's not… Get off!"

"I'm not going to stop until you tell me why," Akihiko replied, moving Misaki's shirt up.

"Hey! No! Stop it!"

Akihiko leaned in to lick him. Misaki struggled, again finding himself being sexually harassed by Akihiko.

"It's just weird, okay."

"You just said it wasn't."

"For them it isn't. But that's just a story. It's different."

"No it isn't."

"I don't swing that way."

"Oh, I'm sure," Akihiko said letting Misaki go. He knew he couldn't force Misaki. He'd only end up losing him that way. Although, he wasn't sure how else he could get the boy's attention.

"I'm not gay!" Misaki yelled, "And I'm pretty sick of everyone implying that I am."

"Sure. So, wanna watch yaoi, Misaki? Or bake cookies? I personally could go for some. You're a good cook, aren't you?"

"I'm leaving," Misaki said, standing up. He was about to leave when two familiar voices started, and two pairs of feet began stumping up the stairs.

"Looks like we have company. You'll stay, won't you, Misaki?"

The younger boy growled and sat back down. At least he won't try to touch me with them around. Or, at least hopefully he won't.

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"I'm home!" Hiroki called.

"Hey," his mother said, entering the room. "Honey, I was going to… Hiroki! Who's this?" she asked very excitedly. His mother was always happy to meet Hiroki's friends. For some reason, she always picked the guys as her favorites.

"Hello, Kamijou," Nowaki said respectfully, "I'm Nowaki, Hiro-san's…"

"My new friend!" Hiroki said quickly. His mother looked at him, not fooled.

"Well, is Nowaki staying for lunch?"

"Ah," Hiroki looked at Nowaki. His boyfriend shrugged. "We'll talk about it, okay?"

"Okay. Well, I hope you do. Then we can introduce you to Hiroki's father…"

"No!" Hiroki said, beginning to pull his friend upstairs.

Once they were safely locked in Hiroki's room, Nowaki asked, "Are you ashamed of me, Hiro-san?"

"No. Just… My old man… He isn't like my mom. I don't know if he'd understand."

Nowaki nodded, not sure if he'd be perfectly fine telling his new parents. Well, maybe not.

"So…" Hiroki started, sitting on his bed. He deliberately spread his legs when he sat down, hoping Nowaki could take a hint. There was no way he could say something like 'hey, you wanna join me?' But hinting he had no problem with.

Nowaki stared but made no comment, nor any sign of joining him.

Hiroki laid back and stared at his ceiling, keeping his legs the same.

"Are you going to stand there all day, or actually make a move?" Hiroki asked, shifting to look at him.

"You're soo cute, Hiro-san," Nowaki said, stepping closer.

"I am not cute!" Hiroki yelled, forgetting his mother was downstairs.

"Yes, you are." Nowaki replied, climbing onto the bed above him.

"You're stupid then," Hiroki muttered. He hoped Nowaki couldn't hear his heartbeat. It was so loud; it would completely give him.

"I love you, Hiro-san." Nowaki said, kissing him softly.

"Yeah," Hiroki shivered as Nowaki's hand slid under his shirt. There was still no way he could say those words. It was impossible.

"No, I mean I really love you," Nowaki's fingers began teasing one of his nipples.

"I know what you meant." Hiroki replied, beginning to remove Nowaki's clothing.

Nowaki stopped, "And you?"

"What about me?" Hiroki asked innocently. He knew what Nowaki wanted but there was still no way. He had loved Akihiko longer and hadn't even told him.

"Aren't you going to say you love me?"

"Nowaki, stop being so shallow. You know how I feel, now are we gonna repeat yesterday or not?"

"Say it," Nowaki replied, "If you don't I'll stop."

Hiroki looked away, "I lo.. yo…" he muttered.

"What was that?"

"I lov… you.."

"Louder." Nowaki said.

"I love you, damn it!" Hiroki yelled turning to glaring at Nowaki who, as always, was grinning like an idiot. "You're horrible," he muttered as Nowaki returned to ripping his clothes off.

"Love you too,"

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Abbi-Chan hated this. Takahiro was friends with the absolute worst people. Now only that, they were all gay. All of them. Even the Nowaki kid who didn't seem so bad before. Not only that, he cared more about them than her.

Misaki- his brother, who he seemed to have a love-affair with. Or you'd think that if you actually had a conversation with the guy.

Akihiko- the writer. He was dating Misaki, wasn't he? And he was a pervert. Abbi-Chan knew he was. She'd seen him reading a BL once. And last year in her English class, she heard him and his buddy talking about Brokeback Mountain. They watched it together! Which meant they were probably dating. Which means they probably did un-mentionable-things.

Hiroki- Akihiko's last boy-toy as far as Abbi-Chan knew. He was probably a slut too. He was with Nowaki now, or at least it seemed like he was. They'd all gone home together. Abbi-Chan decided to stop thinking about them, because it made her wonder what they were all doing together. And that was something she really didn't want to think about.

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"HIROKI! NOWAKI!"

"What mom?" a slightly scared voice asked.

"Time to eat."

There was a brief conversation between them. "No thanks. I already ate!" Nowaki eventually answered.

"Hiroki!" she asked.

"Later!" he replied.

A few moments later, there was a quiet moan from the room.

"Well, I guess we don't need to worry about Hiroki." She told her husband, who didn't yet understand. Men. They really were clueless.

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"Come on, Abbi-Chan." Takahiro said, once again dragging his girlfriend out to Akihiko's house.

"Why can't we spend time alone?" she asked.

"Because, I love hanging out with my friends. And we vowed to spend every moment possible together. Plus, I let your friend Aikawa do my nails yesterday. And your other friend Sahara kept talking about my brother like we were a thing."

"That's because all the smart people hate me. And they're a couple blonde Yaoi Fangirls, who for some unknown reason took me in."

"Well, my friends don't watch Yaoi. So we're safe," he said, wondering why she hated his friends so much. They hadn't done anything to her. Then again, Abbi-Chan was quick to judge other people. And she didn't seem to like men every much. She constantly talked about her ex-boyfriend Kyle's butt. And volleyball. And herself mainly.

But that was what Takahiro loved. She was dead-honest. And though some may find that annoying, Takahiro was just shallow enough to buy it. Plus she had a strong sense of family that he could relate to.

The butler let them into the Usami house. He knew Takahiro, and Abbi-Chan never let go of her boyfriend's arm. She was very dependant of him, like any stupid teenage girl. Of course, not all were stupid… Takahiro had recently read something about a girl in America that pimped her boyfriends out. That was just brilliant.

"Hey, Akihiko!" he said, opening the bedroom door without bothering to knock. He smiled at his friend who was typing something before sitting next to his brother. "Misaki, have you been studying?"

"Yeah," he muttered, moving closer to his brother. Takahiro smiled, thinking how lucky he was to have Misaki as a brother.

"That's great!" Abbi-Chan said, taking a seat on Takahiro's lap.

"Abbi-Chan! There's room on my other side!" he said, but put his arms around her regardless.

"I know. But you're more comfortable."

"Get a room," Akihiko said, turning back to his computer.

Misaki rushed to that side of the room, peeking over what his friend was writing. Takahiro smiled, thinking about how great it was that his brother and his best friend got along. Now if he could get Akihiko and Abbi-Chan together. It would be perfect.

"Why don't we do that?" she asked suddenly, leaning back on him.

"What?" Takahiro asked, holding her closer.

"Get a room." She replied, "Akihiko just told us to. Besides, I'm sure they'd love to be alone."

Takahiro laughed, "Sure. Wouldn't want to disturb their studying."

"That's right. Come on," she broke through his arms and stood up. When she looked back at him, Takahiro knew she was pissed off. He quickly stood up.

"Leaving so soon?" Akihiko asked, finally facing them again.

"I guess," he said as Abbichibi gave him the death-glare.

"See ya," she said, already walking out.

Takahiro didn't know what was wrong. But if Abbi-Chan was upset, he knew it was best to leave.

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"I really should punch him," Misaki said, thoughtlessly leaning against the older boy. "It may knock some sense into him."

"I told you, rice on your doorstep." Akihiko said casually. But Misaki could see through this. Usami was never really good around Takahiro anymore.

"You still love him?" Misaki asked.

"Well, I don't know. I can't just forget someone I spent so many years crushing on. But I think I've found something better."

"Really? What?" Misaki asked stupidly.

"Nothing," Usami replied, messing up his hair.

"Hey! I actually did my hair this morning! Don't ruin it."

"That's an even better reason," he said, screwing it up worse.

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About 2300 words. Thank me. Lol.

*In Chinese Mythology putting rice on your doorstep will keep an immortal, or a vampire, from entering your home. It's a long story, (I did a report on Vamp-Myths last year) and I really don't want to post it all here. If you're serious about keeping the Cullens out of your house, PM and I'll share the story. And of course, other Vampire-Away's.

Please Review. It lets me know what you want/don't like. (And I understand, Abbi-Chan is hard to like. The person she's based on is a friend in real life I love to tease)

And again, I encourage everyone to go watch the Junjou Romantica Abridged Series on YouTube. It's amazing.