Thanks to everyone. And I'm sorry for this being late. This story probably will only have a few more chapters. As you can see, this chapter is majorly sped times up. And things will be wrapping up soon.

Dedicated to: Roxy who inspired a ton of the silliness.

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Two Weeks Later:

Misaki was losing his mind. He was spending more and more time with Akihiko. Liking a guy seemed less and less strange every day. Of course, he wasn't into it. Nor was he into Akihiko.

Hiroki didn't seem too bad, except he was always whacking people. Nowaki was… Nowaki. There wasn't a way to describe him. Takahiro was devoted to his girlfriend. He was even sitting at her lunch table more and more. It made things a lot easier at Misaki's table. No one pretended to be straight. The other day Misaki had caught a glimpse of Nowaki feeding Hiroki his rice. He looked away quickly, but not before Hiroki saw it. The next second, Nowaki had the bowl dumped over his head.

Akihiko was laughing his ass off. Sumi was pretending not to be jealous of his friend. But Misaki couldn't help but notice it.

"Take him!" Misaki once said, "We're just friends! I don't want him!"

But Sumi always backed out of the conversion.

Once in awhile Akihiko would put him in a Fanfic. Luckily Hiroki had learned the other's password, and told Misaki how to erase them. And he did. Quickly, but anyone could view them. But what really bothered him was that the password was still Takahiro, even though he'd been rejected.

Being Takahiro's stand in was something Misaki didn't like to think about. He knew he was, there was no other way Akihiko would befriend him so quickly. But he didn't like to think about it. He liked to think Akihiko actually liked him as a friend. He had to be easier to talk to than Takahiro. Akihiko didn't have to hide anything from him.

But that was comparing, wasn't it?

He wished he could become someone special to Akihiko.

And he hated himself for that.

--

"I'm really, really sorry. You see, I was young. And I needed the money."

"I don't care!" Nowaki said loudly, "They can't take me back!"

"Yes, actually, they can." His foster mother said, beginning to cry.

He frowned, a rare thing for Nowaki, and hugged her. "Can't you talk to them?"

"Actually, as a lawyer I'm taking them to court over it." His father said, "It's wrong for them to do this. It happened over a decade ago. And she's a teacher now!"

"We're going to get you back, Nowaki." She said, hugging him tighter, "It just may take awhile. And… You'll be leaving on Sunday."

Nowaki couldn't tell him. It was too painful. Just the thought of leaving Hiroki was enough to break him. He wanted to tell him. He knew he'd have too. Not telling wasn't an opinion. But every time he tried, Nowaki couldn't get the words out. He couldn't dump Hiroki, even if he were going back to the orphanage. Besides Hiroki wasn't the easiest to talk to. He was usually typing or doing homework. He pretended to listen to Nowaki. And he was fine with that as long as they were together. And if he really wanted Hiroki's attention, there were better ways to get it.

He ended up telling Haruhiko first. Haruhiko and Isaka sat beside him in Study Hall and were pretty nice. So what if they laughed after finding out he was dating Hiroki? They were like that too! Haruhiko even promised to tell Hiroki if he couldn't.

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"Akihiko, I have amazing news!" Takahiro sang happily, barging into Akihiko's room. The four boys looked up at him and his girlfriend Abbichibi-chan burst in. Hiroki had enough common sense to hit pause on the anime they were watching with just happened to be Rose Maiden. Luckily it was one of the battle scenes instead of one of the Uke rape scenes.

"I'm pregnant," Abbi-chan said, almost innocently. She shyly grinned at Takahiro.

Misaki saw the sudden hurt in Akihiko's eyes. Of course the rest of his face remained neutral, even happy for his friend. He stood and embraced his friend, who was going to become a father. He even hugged Abbi-chan, who looked disgusted by his touch.

"Wow, just wow," he said, "That's… great."

"Don't!" Misaki hated this act. Why didn't his friend just…

"Misaki?" Akihiko stared at him. A new emotion showing in his eyes.

Misaki pulled his friend away from his brother. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" he whispered.

"Oh, I'm more than okay with it." Akihiko said, loudly, "In fact, I think we should celebrate!" Everyone smiled at this, even Abbichibi-chan. "Party, here, Friday night."

"Seriously?" Hiroki asked. Even Misaki knew Akihiko wasn't into big events, nor having lots of people around.

"Of course. Anything for my best friend," he slung his arm around Takahiro and this time his smile met his eyes. Misaki felt sick.

--

"You really want to go?" Hiroki asked, disapprovingly.

"Of course!" Nowaki said, "Why not? Isn't he your best friend?"

"Did you not hear? He's Takahiro's best friend. And I refuse to go to a house party! Of all things!"

Nowaki frowned. It would be his second to last night there. He wanted to spend it with Hiroki. He hadn't even told Hiroki he was leaving. "Please, Hiro-san. It's a great chance to spend a night together, you know. We can just tell our parents we're spending the whole night at his house."

Hiroki slapped him, though Nowaki knew he secretly loved the idea.

"Fine, but only because Akihiko is my friend and he'll need support. Stop it! Don't hug me! This isn't for you…"

"I love you, Hiro-san." He said, causing the older boy to blush.

"Yeah, I know." He said.

Nowaki opened his mouth to tell Hiroki about leaving, but again the words wouldn't come. He just couldn't break them up. He loved Hiroki too much.

"Whatever, but just so you know I'm not going to help clean up the next morning. You are, though."

"Thank you, Hiro-san!" he said, "Your wish is my command."

"Idiot,"

Nowaki couldn't help it. He hugged Hiroki again, who didn't complain only because Nowaki's lips were stopping him.

"Stop, Nowaki," Hiroki muttered, when Nowaki began feeling him up, "My parents will be home soon"

"So?" Nowaki asked.

"So!? Let me go! At least lock the damn door!"

Nowaki suddenly smiled, "I have an idea." He pulled Hiroki with him into the bathroom.

"What the hell…"

"Which one is hot?" Nowaki asked; staring at the unmarked shower dials.

"Left," Hiroki said quietly. Nowaki knew he'd won. He turned the water up, and then returned to striping Hiroki.

--The next day:

"Our parents are going to be out of town for the rest of the week," Haruhiko commented.

"Yeah," Akihiko replied, not bothering to mention that their parents were different people.

"So, this party is going to be a real party!" he said happily. Unlike his brother, Haruhiko was much more social. As soon as he'd heard about the party, he'd taken over. Besides, it was Akihiko's. He couldn't resist taking it.

"Your friends better not be planning anything, are they?"

"Of course! Isaka's whatever, Asahina, is older and Isaka says he can get us alcohol."

Akihiko almost growled at Haruhiko to back off, but didn't. This wasn't worth his time. If his brother was going to turn this into a huge crazy party, then so be it.

--

"You aren't really thinking about going are you?" Miyagi asked.

"Of course I am!" Shinobu said, grinning like an idiot, "That Usami guy is throwing it and everyone else in my grade is crashing it. Besides, it's not your business."

"You're right," Miyagi said. They hadn't really gotten back together. Though Shinobu wasn't giving up the destiny thing. He'd told Shinobu what he knew would happen. He knew Shinobu would leave him in a heartbeat for another guy. Now might be a good time for him to go to that party. He knew Akihiko and Hiroki were pretty close friends. And Usami was throwing the party…

His heart broke at the thought of Shinobu date either of them. That's what's best for the both of us, he tried to tell himself. But Shinobu was still chasing after him.

Even after their meeting weeks before. Shinobu had begged for Miyagi to take him back. But Miyagi couldn't. In turn Shinobu had left him alone for a little while. Then he'd come back, all smiles about this upcoming party.

"Maybe you'll meet someone there?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. He would just have to keep pretending he didn't care. Hopefully he'd convince himself some day.

"I only want you, Miyagi."

"I told you, you don't want me." Miyagi replied.

"Yes I do! I told you that! Seriously, I'm never going to start loving you!" He said. Miyagi had to give him credit. He knew just what to tell Miyagi to break his heart.

A couple weeks ago, he'd shown Shinobu this weakness. He was regretting it every second. He wasn't looking for false security. What he needed was for Shinobu to be honest with them both. He needed Shinobu to leave him alone.

But he was sure even then he wouldn't be able to forget.

"Go away, Shinobu. I don't need a brat like you always hanging on me."

"Fine, you know what? Maybe I will meet someone, old man." Shinobu snapped. It was about time too. Miyagi had been a major bastard to him the last few times they'd spoken together.

--Party:

Misaki had never been to a real house party before. Sure, he'd been to a few crazy parties. But never anything like the one that was taking place at Akihiko's house.

Takahiro, Abbi-Chan and Misaki stared at the house. It was practically pulsing with the loud music.

"Haruhiko pitched in," Takahiro commented, grinning, "He always knew how to throw a party."

"Goodness," Abbi-Chan muttered, "I can't go in there! I can't drink with a baby,"

"Hell with it," Misaki said already walking up to the mansion. Akihiko was probably going through his own personal hell in there. And even if he was weird, Misaki was his friend. And he had the weirdest feeling of wanting to be there with him.

"Misaki!" Takahiro yelled suddenly, pulling him aside, "Take this." He slipped a condom from his wallet and was holding it out to Misaki.

"I…" he stared in shock at his brother, "What the heck am I going to need that for?"

"I told you, this is one of Haruhiko's parties. You don't wanna end up like me, do you?"

"No," Misaki admitted taking it from him. He put it in his pocket quickly and started back to the house. Honestly, he didn't even know how to put 'one of those' on. Though he had a bad feeling he'd need it.

Inside the house, Misaki understood his brother's warning.

The place was packed with at least half the school. Including a couple people who looked like they might have been in collage. He looked around the huge living room for his friends. None, though he did recognize the boy from his volleyball team, Shinobu, giving the quarterback a lap-dance.

"Now, that's how it's done," he told the cheerleaders who'd been cheering him on.

"Woo! Ride 'im, Shinobu!" they said at once, twirling like they did at the games and bumping each other.

Misaki quickly looked away. He didn't care if Shinobu was gay, he barely knew him, but he didn't think they should being doing this in public. He pushed his way through the crowd in the next room and finally found Sumi. Sumi was in the middle of a drinking contest with Akihiko's brother. He grinned, thinking about how cute a couple they made.

He finally found Hiroki and Nowaki upstairs. They were in the study, playing stripe-poker with Isaka and Asahina. Nowaki was only in his pants, Hiroki in his boxers. Misaki couldn't help but notice how Nowaki kept looking at him.

"Cheater!" Asahina suddenly yelled at Isaka, as he pulled down his pants.

"I'm just lucky," the boy said, still fully dressed.

"Hey, Misaki," Hiroki noticed him first. Misaki could tell by his voice that Hiroki was tipsy. "You want to join?"

"No!" he said much too quickly. Realizing this, he calmed himself down and asked, "Where's Akihiko?"

"In his room," Isaka said, "Now, who wants to see Asahina nude?"

"No way!" Asahina said, "I am not losing to a cheater!"

Misaki left, rushing to Akihiko's room. He was slightly pissed off that his other friends had ignored him. He pushed Akihiko's door open, without knocking.

Akihiko looked up, caught in the middle of a very personal guy thing. He didn't try to cover that up either, only pushed the stop button on his remote.

--

"What the…"

"Could you please close the door? I really don't want the mother of the year seeing my junk hanging out." Akihiko said, eyes looking over Misaki. He couldn't help it. He'd been holding himself back for weeks. And it was Misaki's fault he was doing this. If the guy could just admit that they had a thing, he wouldn't be doing it solo anymore.

Misaki closed the door, as if too shocked to think. And he probably was. He had the cute deer-caught-in-the-headlights look.

"You know, I could use a little help." Akihiko stood up. Of course, Misaki was dense enough to miss the hint.

"I…" Misaki looked around, "With what?"

"You know what," he said, closing the distance between them. Misaki's eyes lowered, and he stepped back. Akihiko only stepped forward, backing him against the door. He rubbed his hard body against Misaki's, feeling the other respond quickly.

"No," Misaki whined again, though both of them knew he was enjoying the attention.

"No what? You don't want it against the wall? Shall we find another place too…"

"No! I don't want it anywhere."

"That's not what your body language is telling me." Akihiko replied. He picked the smaller boy up and dumped him onto the bed.

Akihiko tore his shirt off before mounting him. It was amazing how quickly Misaki got excited. And even as he begged for Akihiko to stop, the bulge in his pants only grew and stiffened.

"Misaki, shut up and help me. This is your fault you know," he said, removed the last of Misaki's clothes. Prefect, he thought. Misaki was completely open to him now.

"Seriously, don't. I'm straight. I swear I'm straight."

"Sure, now do you mind rising your hips a bit? I'm kinda new at this…"

--

"Nowaki…" Hiroki started, watching his lover lock the door of the guest room.

"Didn't we agree this would be a great opportunity, to you know… do it?" Nowaki said awkwardly. Hiroki looked at his feet. Even drunk Hiroki felt awkward about this. "If you don't want to…"

"No! I want to… just…" Hiroki shrugged. How the hell was he supposed to say this? 'Fuck me,' just wasn't something he could tell Nowaki to do. Not yet. He still needed his Seme to do make the first move.

Looking into Nowaki's eyes, Hiroki felt more confident. Nowaki kissed him deeply then, reminding him how much he wanted this. He let Nowaki dominate the kiss, because it just felt right. He even slid his tongue into Nowaki's mouth, even though he knew exactly where it had been. It didn't seem to matter anymore.

The kiss continued until they both needed air. The alcohol Hiroki had been drinking made him slightly dizzy. And before he really knew what was happening, Nowaki had him on the bed. He stared at the ceiling trying to catch his breath, deciding he'd never drink again. Even if he hadn't been drinking much, and he hadn't, it was still affecting him.

Nowaki's fingers began lifting his shirt. Hiroki helped them, and sat up to watch Nowaki skillfully pull his zipper down with his teeth. Hiroki shivered, enjoying this far too much. Maybe it was just knowing what was about to happen, maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, Hiroki couldn't help Nowaki back up after his pants had been removed. He knew what Nowaki would do if he let him go, and he was too anxious to bother with foreplay. He swiftly removed Nowaki's clothes, at a record speed. He also didn't feel like bothering with the slow and gentle approach Nowaki was using. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it…

"Hiro-san," Nowaki moaned against his neck. Hiroki held Nowaki closer, wanting nothing but to feel Nowaki's heat against himself. Nowaki was already touching him. One hand already searching for Hiroki's entrance.

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Shinobu was trashed when he called Miyagi. Miyagi knew by how he was speaking that something really wasn't all right with him.

"Miyagi…" he said, shakily. And he really was shaking. Bad enough that it was messing with their cell phone connection. And although he truly wanted to, he just couldn't hang up. Not when Shinobu was like this.

"What's wrong?" Miyagi asked. The other end could very quiet and he wondered if Shinobu had hung up. He was already out the door, rushing to his car without stopping to put on his shoes.

"Miyagi, I…" Shinobu suddenly began bawling.

"What happened?"

He continued crying on the other end.

"Shinobu, talk to me. Please, I can't know what's wrong unless you tell me."

"I… Miyagi, I'm soo stupid. Please, forgive me."

"What happened?" he asked again, slamming his bare foot on the gas pedal.

"Please, just hurry up."

--

Miyagi was almost happy to see Shinobu sitting in front of the house. He really didn't want to embarrass himself by wandering into a teen party. Someone might even get the wrong idea.

He changed his mind when Shinobu looked up. If he'd thought Shinobu had sounded bad on the phone, he had no clue.

He was wearing black jeans and a skull T-shirt, which was the normal fashion now. Was the word for it? Goth? Emo? Miyagi, being older, simply called them all stoners. He didn't have time to learn teen labels. Anyway, he'd also added a thin layer of black eye-liner which was now running down his face. His eyes, apart from the crappy make-up, were red and puffy. The left was turning a nasty shade of purple.

He stood up when he saw Miyagi. His shirt had been ripped down the front, causing Miyagi to worry just what Shinobu had been crying about. Surely he would be this upset over a black eye.

"What the hell happened?" he asked, helping the teen into his car.

Shinobu didn't answer, instead he slumped into his seat about began crying again.

Miyagi got back into the driver's seat and started back to his house. He eventually tore his eyes off of Shinobu and started the engine. He knew they couldn't stay there.

"Do you want to go home?" he asked.

"No! I can't face my dad like this," he cried.

"No, I meant home. You know, my home."

Shinobu nodded before wiping his eyes.

"Please, Shinobu…" Miyagi started, about to put his arm around him.

"No!" he jumped away.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, slightly hurt by Shinobu's reaction. Though he knew there had to be a reason for it, and that made him angry. "What did they do to you?"

"Nothing… Well, he tried..." Shinobu leaned back against the car door. "I'm a moron."

"Who is he?"

"Does it matter?"

"Shinobu, this was not your fault. Now tell me who touched you?"

"No one!" Shinobu yelled, sounding irritated. Though it was manly centered toward himself. "It was my fault. I thought I could do it and I was wrong."

"Shinobu, don't blame yourself."

Shinobu didn't answer and they continued in silence back to Miyagi's apartment.

"Can we just forget about it?" Shinobu asked, as he followed Miyagi inside.

"No," he answered.

"Look, nothing happened. I'm still your bitch, or whatever."

"Have you been drinking?"

"A little bit,"

Miyagi almost smiled at Shinobu's innocent reply. "Okay, well go lay down and I'll get you some water." He hoped the mood swings would end when Shinobu sobered up.

Shinobu did what Miyagi told him. Miyagi lit a cigarette and started filling a glass of water for him. He worried, of course. What if something did happen and he's just not telling? But if Shinobu didn't want to talk about it, Miyagi couldn't force him.

Shinobu was asleep when Miyagi bought him the water.

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Over 3400 words. This is the longest yet. I hope it makes up for the fact that this is really late. Well, Review!