Okay, Nowaki will return. Which is soon. Sorry, and thanks to everyone who has stuck with the story!
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Shinobu woke up the next morning in possibly the worst state he'd ever been in. His eyes hurt from crying, his hair was stiff, his whole body felt like crap and when he looked in a mirror he saw that not only was one eye turning purple, but his cheeks had horrible tear-make up stains. All in all, the rich boy knew he couldn't let Miyagi see him like this.
He didn't see Miyagi, so he tip-toed to the bathroom to take an hour long shower. As course Miyagi just happened to be using the bathroom when he wandered in. Just my luck, he decided as he waited for Miyagi to finish brushing his teeth.
"You look like hell," Miyagi said after spiting into the sink.
Shinobu blushed and turned away. Unfortunately when he turned he gave Miyagi a perfect view of his black eye.
"Holy shit," he muttered stepping closer to Shinobu and examining his eye.
Shinobu shoved him away and began splashing water onto his face.
"Can I…"
"I'm going to take a shower," he said, "You can go now."
Miyagi only grinned mischievously.
"Miyagi, I'm not in the mood. Get out," Shinobu said, still staring at himself in the mirror. He hated kicking Miyagi out, but he didn't like being seen like this.
"Let me help you," Miyagi said, shedding his T-shirt and turning the bathwater on.
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An hour later, Shinobu and Miyagi were still in the bathroom. Shinobu was lying in the tub; Miyagi was "taking care" of him. Shinobu, now without the creepy stains and wet hair, was no longer weirdly self-conscious. He was actually glad he'd let Miyagi stay.
"We're going to have to tell your father something, Shinobu." Miyagi said eventually, breaking the peaceful mood.
"Just say I was in a fight."
"There are bruises on you that a lot older."
Shinobu looked down and realized Miyagi was right. There were a few bruises that obviously weren't made at the party.
"Winter break is coming up, and I was thinking you could stay here. There are still a couple weeks but the eye can be covered with make-up."
Shinobu blinked at him a few moments before asking, "You want me to stay?"
"Well, I was just thinking last night… Well, it was nice to have you there."
Shinobu had to turn so Miyagi wouldn't see him grinning like an idiot. He couldn't help it. It was just nice to feel wanted again. And by the one he loved.
"What?" Miyagi asked, "I was being serious."
Shinobu forced himself to pout, his usual expression, before turning back around. He planted a quick kiss to Miyagi's lips before trying to stand up. Miyagi helped Shinobu, before insisting on towel drying him.
--A week later:
Misaki continued sitting beside Akihiko at lunch. He didn't know why, and he still wasn't sure about how he felt. But he knew he didn't want to leave Akihiko's side.
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Abbichibi-chan still acted like a self-centered brat to some people. But really only Takahiro knew her.
She acted like she didn't care about others, she was insecure. She often talked a lot about herself, because she didn't want to seem too bad. She judged people, because she knew she'd be judged. But what people didn't see? She was kind, really kind. She was an innocent. She didn't like to think about the gays, because she didn't want to think about sex. Actually doing it, well that was because she loved Takahiro.
Abbichibi wasn't that bad, but she had a hard time showing it.
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Hiroki out his head down on his desk. His French class was watching a film on Napoleon while his teacher checked papers. His head hurt; because he'd cried when he woke up and realized Nowaki wasn't next to him.
He kept having dreams about the younger boy. He loved Nowaki, he really did. And when he dreamed about him, Hiroki was in heaven. Yaoi heaven. Yes, there was such a thing.
It was as if Nowaki was really in his room, talking to him. In his dreams they hang out like they used to. Nowaki would talk about random stuff, Hiroki would pretend to ignore him and they'd somehow end up making out.
His thoughts turned toward last night's dream as Napoleon wrote love letters to his wife Rose while in Italy. He wrote about how much he loved her, even though they were apart. Hiroki didn't want to hear it. It just hit too close to home.
His pocket began vibrated, causing him to sit up. Was Akihiko texting him, he wondered. He had told everyone they were watching a movie and the cell's light was too noticeable in the dark room.
Nowaki.
He hit open, and glanced at his teacher. She was staring at her computer screen, grading papers. She wasn't looking, he could answer it.
Nowaki: When can I see you again???
Hiroki: Where are you?
Hiroki tapped his foot eagerly as he waited for Nowaki to reply.
Nowaki: Still in Tokyo! Can we meet somewhere?
Hiroki: Yeah, where do you want to meet? Can you really just leave the orphanage?
He waited a moment before sending. He'd typed it in much too quickly and didn't want to seem anxious. But when he did, Nowaki's reply was instantly returned.
Nowaki: I'll meet you at 5 PM in front of Starbucks.
Hiroki: k.
Hiroki smiled the rest of the day. He even learned a thing or two about the old French Emperor who wasn't even French. Go Corsica!
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"Are you sure about this?" Miyagi asked, "Because I'll understand if you're not."
"No, I'm sure." Shinobu said, putting his arms around the teacher. After the party things had been awkward. Shinobu was planning his winter break with Miyagi. Somehow they ended up together. It was just too natural for them to be intimate.
And now they were going to really get back together.
"Seriously, it's only been a week."
"Miyagi, you know you want to sleep with me. And if I died tomorrow do you really want the last person I was with to be an ass like Sunao? I sure as heck don't want that."
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Yeah, short chapter. (Only cause I wanted to update. But I promise the next will be nice and long) Sorry. I haven't been very inspired for these lately. Plus I've been doing my spoofs and a more serious story called "Shadow of the day." And this is gonna only have a few more chapters. I thank everyone who's stuck with these. Thanks!