Xana: Well hey there people! *waves* I know…I know. Y'all probably hate me for not updating in FOREVER. Well…sadly I was in a stick situation with…certain issues and…well it's best we not get into them. Good thing is I'm back! With an update! HUZZAH!

Ritsuka: *claps boredly* Whoo hoo, whoo hoo.

Xana: Ah, cheer up Ritsuka. So, I'm sorry I've been gone. Hopefully this *cough* DOUBLE UPDATE *cough* will make up for it!

Ritsuka: *yawns* Yeah, if not, you're more than welcome to beat and torture Xana.

Xana: *gasp* RITSUKA!

Ritsuka: What? *blinks innocently*

Xana: Hmph! Anyways, I'd like to thank klagana1, Licohriqxe, SourPeanutz, CrapXhead, and promocat for reviewing! And everyone that favorite/alerted this fic. Now, I'm not gonna blab on and waste your time, so…DISCLAIMER!

Ritsuka: Xana…so doesn't own Loveless.

Xana: Onto the chapter!

'EEEEHHH?'

"Good morning, students."

"Good morning, Ogawa-Sensei." The class rang in unison, students peering at the stranger behind their dear principal.

Ogawa-Sensei entered the room, eyeing Ritsuka sternly for using such foul language. Ritsuka blushed and averted his gaze, taking interest in his pencil.

Stepping up to the desk at the front of the class, the dark haired principal signaled for the unknown man to step forward. "Class, I have some wonderful, but sad news. Tamura-Sensei will not be your art teacher for the remainder of the school year due to having just given birth."

The class became an uproar after that, some students arguing over their favorite teacher being absent, others overjoyed that their sweet sensei finally had her baby. Ogawa-Sensei sighed softly, eyes closed as he waited for the students to quiet down.

When the room settled down, he reopened his eyes, hazel gaze sweeping over every face present. "I would like to introduce your new teacher. This is Shimizu Katashi."

The man now known as Katashi, stepped forward, bowing to the students. "It is an honor to teach such wonderful looking young adults." His long, black hair slide from his shoulders, curtaining his face.

Ritsuka, who had grown unhappy at the fact that Tamura-Sensei was no longer teaching, had tuned out, ignoring his principal's introduction. But at the sound of his new sensei's voice, his head snapped forward.

'That voice…' Ritsuka felt his heart speed up as he stared at Shimizu-Sensei's bent form.

He eyed the man like a hawk, waiting impatiently as the man straightened himself. Eyes zoning in, he took in every detail of the man's face, and with each detail became an incredible sense of panic. The nose, the chin, the lips, the cheekbones….everything. It all looked like Soubi. His Soubi. Even the voice sounded like Soubi's!

'Calm down, Ritsuka…no need to start freaking out. Don't jump to crazy conclusions. The man has black hair, not blond.'

Ritsuka nodded at his own wise thoughts, folding his arms over his chest, Ogawa-Sensei's voice nothing but a soft buzz in the background. But then a small trickle of doubt filled him.

'But his eyes…I haven't even seen his eyes yet. If only the man would look at me, then I could see them!'

As if reading his thoughts, their new Sensei's gaze suddenly snapped onto his, their eyes clashing.

Everyone turned at the sound of books crashing to the ground, Ritsuka standing in his seat, gripping the edge of his desk tightly with his hands. Ogawa-Sensei stopped talking, staring at Ritsuka with concern.

"Aoyagi-kun, is there a problem?"

Nautso suddenly gave an awkward laugh, jumping to his feet quickly. "Sorry, Ogawa-Sensei, it's my fault! I jabbed him in the spine. I didn't know he would…uh…jump out of his seat." he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

Their dark haired principal glanced between them before nodding. "Alright, Aoyagi-kun, please sit down. And Sagan-kun, please refrain from disrupting the class. It is very rude."

"Yes, sir!" Natsuo gave him a salute before dropping back into his chair, watching a now pale Ritsuka shakily take his seat.

Leaning in, Natsuo and Yuhi eyed the raven who seemed to be lost in another world. "Ritsuka, what the fuck? Why did you do that?" Yuhi whispered, trying to grab his attention.

Ritsuka could only stare at the front of the class, watching Shimizu-Sensei's every move.

'Icy blue…he has icy blue eyes…just like Soubi…'

Yuhi and Natsuo stared at their friend in concern as they walked down the hall for lunch, all the while Ritsuka was still lost in his own world, slightly trembling as he continued to mutter to himself.

His two friends glanced at each, their worry doubling as they began to whisper to each other.

"What the hell is wrong with him?"

"I don't know. Why does he keep saying ice?"

"I don't know! But something is freaking him out! We need to find out what it is, because seriously, this is scaring me!" Natsuo hissed, eyes sliding back towards the young Aoyagi's back.

Entering the cafeteria, they hurried to the growing lunch line. The two friends began to chat about random things, trying to cheer up their friend who seemed traumatized by something unknown.

It seemed to have worked, as Ritsuka slowly began to smile at the embarrassing stories of Yuhi that Natsuo was telling him. Ritsuka had started laughing as they approached their table.

"-And then, if losing his pants weren't bad enough, a group of girls walked in while he was standing there naked!"

Ritsuka burst with laughter as Yuhi's face flushed a violent red. "Sh-Shut up, Natsuo! You promised not to tell anyone about that!"

"I couldn't help it! Look! Ritsuka loves it!" Natsuo grinned slyly as they both watched the youngest Aoyagi laugh happily.

Yuhi gave a loud huff, turning his nose in the air. "Whatever. At least my body attracts the girls." He stuck his tongue out at the two laughing teens.

Both boys immediately stopped laughing, in favor of giving their friend a weird look. "Why would we want to attract girls?" Ritsuka asked, confused.

"Yeah! Girls are icky!" Natsuo chimed, scrunching his nose in distaste.

"Oh yeah, forgot you two like it up the ass!" Yuhi laughed, sitting down at their regular table.

Natsuo sighed, a dreamy look on his face. "Don't I ever…"

Ritsuka and Yuhi stared in horror at the red head before looking at each other. "EEEWWWW!" they both shuddered.

Green eyes narrowed at violet and brown. "Shut up." he hissed, taking his seat.

The raven haired teen suddenly looked over at Yuhi. "Hey, wait a minute. Aren't you bi?"

The brown haired boy snorted as he munched on some carrot sticks. "Yeah. What of it?"

"Wouldn't that mean you take it up the ass, as well?"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Touché."

Ritsuka walked down the empty hallway, shoes echoing on the freshly waxed floor. Cello case in his hand and book bag slung over his shoulder, the young cellist made his way towards the music room. School had ended ten minutes ago, and he was to stay behind with the rest of the members of their school orchestra to practice for the upcoming fall concert.

The young teen was more than ecstatic to be this year's soloist. It was a great privilege, one of the biggest honors of the school. And he had been picked! He knew that all of his hard work would pay off.

So caught up in his excitement, he barely noticed the door to his homeroom slightly open, and all his earlier troubles from the day flooded back to him.

Shimizu-Sensei.

Stopping in front of the ajar door, he glanced around before setting his cello and book bag down. Pressing himself against the wall next to the doorframe, he slowly peeked in. Icy blue immediately clashed with bright violet, and Ritsuka nearly screamed, startled that this mysterious teacher had been staring right at him, as if he knew he'd been standing there!

"Ah, Aoyagi-kun. How can I help you? Please, come in."

Ritsuka stood rooted to the spot, that voice…

"Okay…" He slowly entered the room, glancing around to see that it was empty.

Turning back to his Sensei, Ritsuka yelped in surprise as he noticed Katashi standing very close to him, maybe a little too close for his comfort. Taking a step back, Ritsuka stiffened as he eyed his teacher wearily.

"Is something bothering you, Aoyagi-kun? You seem troubled…" Katashi said, his voice entrapping Ritsuka.

Ritsuka could feel himself panicking. Katashi's voice was mesmerizing, as were his eyes. He could feel himself being pulled in, falling in those eyes. He was becoming lost in them, the exact same way he had been when he'd first met Soubi.

'Ritsuka felt loss for words, trapped in this stranger's eyes, oblivious to the world around him. He didn't know why but he loved the feeling, being lost in his eyes. It felt, pleasant, a shock of excitement ran up his spine. He tore himself away from the man's gaze, for he feared that if he stared into the light blue orbs much longer, he'd stay lost.'

Snapping his gaze away, Ritsuka stared at the desk behind Katashi. "Nothing is troubling me, Sensei. I was just heading towards the music room…."

"I see…"

Glancing at the tall man, he made sure to stare at the dark haired man's forehead, avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, Sensei."

Katashi let out a soft chuckle, unknowingly sending a pleasant chill down Ritsuka's back. "You didn't. I'm actually glad you showed up. I was becoming bored."

Ritsuka stared, unable to really form any kind of reply. His Sensei was glad he showed up? Only because he was bored? Frowning, Ritsuka's tried to figure out what his Sensei meant. What the hell could he do to entertain his teacher?

As if reading his mind, Katashi snatched Ritsuka's wrist and slammed him into a desk, pinning him down. The small teen let out a startled cry, head snapping up to stare at his teacher with wide eyes.

"S-Sensei! What the hell are you do-mphf!" His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he was cut off by a pair of warm, soft lips.

Ritsuka's mind went into a state of shock, unbelieving to the fact that his teacher had just kissed him. His mind began to race, working a million miles a second. And because his mind was locked in shock, he didn't notice Katashi's hand slipping under his shirt, he didn't notice his body going limp at his touch. Nor did he notice his teacher's tongue parting his lips, before sliding into his mouth.

When his body gave a violent jerk from his Sensei's thumb brushing against his nipple, Ritsuka finally crashed back to reality, and horror sunk in. Pulling away, Ritsuka shoved Katashi away.

"STOP IT!" he yelled, panting as his body shook. "What the hell are you doing!"

Katashi looked down at his student, wiping his mouth and smirking. "What do you think I was doing?"

"Something illegal, you asshole!" Ritsuka snarled, not caring if Katashi was his Sensei, or that they were still in the school.

The taller male just stared at him, icy blue eyes boring into angry violet. "You didn't seem to mind when I basically fucked your mouth with my tongue."

Ritsuka sputtered, caught off guard by his Sensei's crude words. "Y-You! You…PERVERT! I could report you! I could have you thrown in jail!"

Katashi watched the teen before stepping towards him, Ritsuka stiffening with each step. Towering over him, he gripped the small raven's chin, a devilish smirk forming on his lips. "You and I both know, that you wouldn't really."

Ritsuka stood frozen at his words. His teacher really thought he wouldn't hesitate to turn him in?

"I think it's time you ran off home now, Aoyagi-kun. Students aren't allowed in the school after 6pm." Katashi said, pulling away from Ritsuka and heading for the door.

Ritsuka watched him, stunned by his sudden change in attitude. He eyed the tall man warily as he paused at the door, turning to Ritsuka. "By the way, you have detention with me for a week after calling me such a rude name."

The youngest Aoyagi's jaw dropped as the man walked out. Detention? What the hell was that man playing at!

More importantly, what was he going to do? Another man, his Sensei of all people, had just kissed him. 'What am I going to tell Soubi? He'll be crushed…'

Guilt crashed over him in waves at the thought. Soubi would be hurt, and probably angry that another man had placed his lips on something that belonged to him.

'What is Soubi going to think about me. I didn't kiss back! But still…I didn't immediately push him away either…'

Ritsuka felt anger and frustration towards himself build as he grabbed his cello and bag from the ground. He couldn't believe he'd just stood there, unresponsive. Grinding his teeth in frustration, he mentally kicked himself. Why didn't he push him away!

And why…did that kiss feel so achingly familiar to Soubi's kisses?

"Natsuo, please set the table." Seimei said, while pulling out a pan of lasagna from the oven.

Natsuo skipped into the room, red hair bouncing around his face and shoulders. "Okay!" he chirped, brushing past Youji to grab plates and silverware. Youji glanced up from the salad he had been tossing to look at his green eyed lover, or more specifically, his hickey covered neck.

He couldn't help the smug smirk that spread across his face, proud of his handy work. The smirk was short lived, however, when the sound of a door slamming shut echoed throughout the house, shortly followed by a furious raven stomping past the doorway for the staircase. Three pairs of eyes followed the outraged teen till he disappeared onto the second floor before connecting with each other. Violet eyes looked worried, lavender eyes seemed curious, and green looked confused.

"Maybe I should go check on him…" Seimei said, glancing up towards the stairs. Natsuo raised his hand, shaking his head.

"Let me go. You need to finish with our mouth watering dinner!" he exclaimed, skipping towards the stairs. "I got this, boys!"

Running up the stairs, Natsuo skipped down the hall towards Ritsuka's room, stopping when he noticed the door slightly cracked open. Peeking in, the red head saw the raven teen sitting on his bed, staring down at his cello. Green eyes blinked in confusion as he took in the youngest Aoyagi's expression. He looked upset. No…worse than upset. He looked sick, heartbroken, guilty, fearful, and angry. Frowning, Natsuo straightened himself before slapping on a grin and pushing open the door, marching into the room.

"Never fear, Natsuo is here!" He exclaimed, arms spread out at his sides, grin bright and cheerful.

Ritsuka glanced up at the red head before slowly looking back down at the instrument, fingers gently caressing the wooden object. Natsuo's smile slowly fell as he watched his friend, worry starting to build. The last time he had seen the teen so troubled, had been four years ago when they had driven away from Soubi.

Sitting next to the teen, he gently nudged Ritsuka. "Hey…what's wrong? You know you can tell me anything."

"It's nothing." Ritsuka replied quietly, sadly strumming the strings attached to his cello, guilt flickering in his eyes. "I'm just…disappointed with myself."

"Why? What happened?" Natsuo asked, concern evident in his voice. He tensed when Ritsuka looked at him, sudden rage flashing through his eyes as he suddenly scowled a very deep, and furious scowl.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person that would cheat on Soubi?" He spat, his tone dripping with venom. Natsuo jerked back, caught off guard by the sudden hostility. He gave a quick blink before shaking his head quickly. "No way, Ritsuka! I know you, and I know your love for Soubi, and I could never see you cheating on him."

"You're positive about that? You don't think I'm some kind of whore?" He growled out, body twisted so that he could fully face the red head.

Natsuo slowly frowned. "Ritsuka. What happened? You're starting to worry me."

Ritsuka sighed in annoyance, turning away so Natsuo was met with his back. "Forget it. I'll worry about it myself."

Green eyes stared at his friend with concern and suspicion. He didn't know what was going on, but he got a bad feeling about it. Sighing, Natsuo slowly stood and started for the door. Pausing just inside the doorframe, he glanced back at the youngest Aoyagi. "Dinner's ready, by the way."

And with that, he left Ritsuka alone.

Icy blue eyes stared up at the ceiling as pale lips parted to exhale a puff of smoke, blonde strands of hair resting against smooth cheeks, eyebrows furrowed into a light frown. Long, elegant fingers lightly held a thin cigarette over a porcelain ashtray that sat on an oak coffee table in front of black, leathered couches.

Agatsuma Soubi lounged in his living room, lazing about with a laptop resting in his lap. He would glance at the lit up screen every few seconds, waiting for his adorable uke to sign in, but he never did. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he glanced out the double paned windows to see the sun setting. Taking one last glance, he sighed before slowly pushing the laptop screen down, shutting the device. Standing up to stretch, he looked back out at the sunset.

"Ritsuka…why didn't you come on?"

Ritsuka: OH MY GOD. WHY did he kiss me?

Xana: *shrugs* Dunno…

Soubi: This is unacceptable! I will not tolerate-

Xana: yeah yeah, quit your blabbering. Onto chapter 4! Oh right…REVIEW MY LOVELY READERS!

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