Characters: (Names and Translations)
Kazuki (Shining One)
Takahiro (Widespread Nobility)
Saki (Blossom)

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It was days before the two actually saw each other again, and at this point, Takahiro was furious. He was mumbling something about that insignificant janitor, when he entered a room with a female student. Her eyes immediately fixed on him, and a dangerous gaze accompanied a maniacal dangerous smile. Her wicked nature and chaotic face threw Takahiro for a loop. She watched him move to the board and outline his lesson plan, while he wondered who the girl was. He did not remember seeing her in any of his classes. Perhaps she was a new student, who registered late, and wanted to be to class early to show her commitment. That is what he would have done, so he figured all students were just as studious as he was. When he was finished, he would turn around to see that her gaze had never once left his body. It was eerie how the purple lipstick on her lips turned up when he looked at her. The day began and with it, students who barely rolled out of bed occupied the seats. Every class was the same, he lectured, gave homework and they left. Few actually did the homework, but he figured they wanted their grades to be horrible. It was the only dual-semester course in the college, so they would have another semester to pull their grades up.

Takahiro walked to his office, opening the door to a sight for which he was unprepared. Kazuki stood there emptying the garbage and rolling his cart out of the room. Takahiro would not allow it, quickly he slammed the door and with a shaking hand, he threw the briefcase at Kazuki. The briefcase soared across the room and slapped him in the face. Once it fell to the ground, Kazuki stood, with a dumbfounded look about his face. "Don't you give me that look Kazuki," Takahiro yelled walking near him. Kazuki simply gave the reply of, "Oro," A confused expression not really having a meaning yet simply a sound. Takahiro was beginning to get frustrated with this imbecile. "You disappear for days, and nonchalantly show up and try to leave again." Kazuki was not aware of why he was so upset, and his face showed that. Takahiro's eyes were swelling with tears; he could not believe this man. "You idiot . . . you promised. . . I wouldn't have to spend those nights alone." It all dawned on Kazuki that in the midst of his passion, he had said something that even Takahiro remembered. It was not as if he had forgotten, he simply hoped that Takahiro forgot for a while.

His hands moved up to Takahiro's face, and wiped away his tears. How Takahiro missed the rough, dry hands. "Don't cry Takahiro." Kazuki's soft voice sounded aloud enough to resonate in the room, or perhaps only in Takahiro's heart. He heard the words before and they calmed him then, as they did now. Takahiro's head canted to the side to enjoy his soft caress before the sound of the door opening made him pull away from the janitor. Kazuki busied himself as Takahiro opened the door and watched as the female student from earlier invited herself in. "Takahiro, I love your work, you're obviously a genius." Takahiro was confused; he did not know whom this woman was and what she was going on about. "Excuse me?" He asked, as the woman took a seat on his couch, her arms spreading amongst the top of the couch. "Oh no one told you? I'm this school's head of board. Hm they must really want you fired." She said pushing a finger to her twisted lips. "Fired?" He repeated, and then she sighed obviously annoyed, "Well yes silly. You're costing this school tons of money, and your boring class." Takahiro was going to interrupt with the degree of knowledge that only moment prior, she loved his work, but the woman was doing well. "Is putting children to sleep silly man. You're absolutely adorable, but your teaching style is so bland." She finished pulling a book from the bookshelf and tossing it behind her back toward the trashcan. Fumbling over his shoes, Takahiro would grab the book before it could get into the trashcan and sighed. "Please don't. . ." He was prepared to object to her throwing his books but she continued.

"You have to add spice to your lesson, flavor. Talk about America, how you studied abroad, and encountered new people. Made sweet love." With every sentence, she was flinging another book over her shoulder, the helpless Takahiro trying as hard as he could to catch the books before they were in the Trashcan, clueless Kazuki watched as the woman spun her head around to look over her shoulder at the last statement. The sheer thought of Kazuki's Takahiro, with anyone else was blood boiling enough, but the next part was going to shatter his heart. "Now, love, we'll need to discuss how you're going to fix your boring class, how about Dinner, at your place? Believe me this will save your job." She said as she began to move closer to Takahiro, rolling fingers over his cute little sweater vest, before placing a number in the pocket. Kazuki had heard enough by this time and walked quickly to the woman, grabbing her wrist and flinging her out of the room, then slamming and locking the door in front of her face.

"Kazuki!" Takahiro shouted as his boss was thrown out of the room. "You will not see her." Kazuki said, his eyes closed and his arms folded over his chest. "Wait, what?" Takahiro asked as he looked to Kazuki. "You're young, naïve; she's only looking to take advantage of you, obviously." Takahiro was infuriated. Did Kazuki really take him to be that simple minded to where he wouldn't know when a woman was attracted to him, let alone know what she wanted. "Why?" He asked, giving Kazuki one last chance to salvage everything he had wrecked in the last few seconds. Kazuki's eyes shot open and he looked at the other. . . "Why?" He repeated, though this only offended Takahiro, "You idiot! I'm a man; I can do whatever I want when I want!" Takahiro blew up, to the surprise of Kazuki. "Not you, or anyone else, is going to stop me from doing anything I do or don't want to do." Takahiro continued as he pushed the trash collector bin into Kazuki and then opened the door behind him. "So unless you care, just stay out of my life." He slammed the door in Kazuki's face leaving him standing there. Takahiro on the other side of the door was shaking fiercely. He could not believe he had said that to anyone. He brought his hands to his face and tried to pull his blonde hair out of his eyes.

With his newly acquired phone, Takahiro sat at home wondering whom he should call. The numbers laid out in front of him was a strange scene. Man or woman, love or future. He had to choose and it did not seem like Kazuki cared anymore. He did leave the window open for him to answer and possibly build something, though he had not heard from Kazuki since he told him off. He did not see him at the lockers before leaving work. Nothing new there, he'd hardly seen the other recently, and now he just pushed him out of his life. He was feeling horrible, but there was no other choice. He called the woman, obviously named Saki from the name on the paper. He tried his best to talk, though she monopolized the conversation, something she seemed to do well. She invited herself over for that night and he prepared himself.

He noticed that he didn't prepare himself as early, or as harshly as when he was going to have dinner with Kazuki, but he did not feel weird about it. He really did not want to see the woman but he was left with no choice. Stupid Kazuki. She arrived at the door in a crimson dress with sky blue airy design that moved from the bottom to the breasts of the dress. That twisted smile on her face was enough to send shivers down Takahiro's spine. He invited her in and had dinner already ready on the table. He wanted her gone as soon as possible, though the woman was intent on staying for as long as she could possibly linger. The entire night she dominated the conversation, until Takahiro looked at his watch. Nearing eight in the evening, it was getting to be about the time he could un-invite this woman without seeming like a jerk. He interjected at some point with a meek finger in the air and a head that canted to the side. "It's getting late Mrs. Saki." He said not knowing the woman's last name. She looked at him and then sighed heavily moving to the couch to lay across it and cross her legs over one another. "I'm not up to leaving just yet, kawaii-Takahiro" Her version of cute was annoying.

He stepped to the couch and then grabbed at her arm, his small and feeble hands against her obviously muscular arm, was little match. "I'm asking you to leave Mrs. Saki." He said as the woman looked to him with utter confusion. "My name is Ms. Saki" She accentuated the precedent that showed she was not married and this made Takahiro jump back away from her, almost stepping on top of the table. Just then, as if god had gave him a beacon of hope the doorbell rung. The woman, leaped at Takahiro, pinning him on the floor. "Oh let it ring Kawaii-Takahiro, please." He struggled though the woman was strong and her obvious resolve over powering. Opening the door after a few choice knocks, Kazuki looked upon the scene, the woman pinning smaller Takahiro to the floor, and both were obviously confused. His jaw was almost sweeping the floor before Takahiro began stumbling over words. "Kazuki . . . I . . . She . . . This isn't!" He tried to object but Kazuki was already across the room, grabbing the woman by her wrist, lifting her off Takahiro, and flinging her out of the door – which he promptly slammed shut. His eyes were closed and his palm lingered on the door while the bangs in front of his face shadowed his eyes perfectly.

Takahiro was not exactly sure what to say at this point. Kazuki looked as if he was going to explode at any moment, but he had to try. Standing up and walking toward Kazuki he reached out a hand to place on his shoulders, "Ka . . . Kazuki?" He questioned, but before he could look underneath those bangs, he was caught in the grip of the strong man. Kazuki's arms wrapped around Takahiro's entire body and suddenly, he felt safe. "Takahiro . . . please. Do not leave me for that woman. I will try harder. I promise." The streams that were wetting Takahiro's shirt at this point made it obvious Kazuki was crying. Takahiro moved his arms up as far as he could to grab the back of the larger man attempting a hug. "Kazuki, why would you think that?" A stupid question indeed considering the previous predicament. He blushed at his embarrassment and then kissed Kazuki's cheek.

The kiss lead to passionate make out sessions, which lead further to the stripping of clothes. After some hours had passed the two were exhausted in the middle of the wooden floor, naked bodies pressed against one another, curving perfectly to fit together, Kazuki behind his lover arms around his waist while Takahiro laid with his fingers running down the man's arm. "Kazuki, I . . ." Kazuki lifted his head and began to nibble on Takahiro's ear, "Yes Takahiro?" An awkward pause passed between them before Takahiro heaved a good sigh and closed his eyes, "Hold me tighter." Kazuki's arms tightened around his waist and they began for a second round of whatever steamy activities they both could handle.

"He did stay this time, and he even made me some coffee. I guess maybe he was serious last night." Takahiro spoke to himself in light breaths just above a whisper heading to the market. The weekend had come and he would have some time off, enough to get some shopping done. Somewhere along the line the two had become comfortable enough with each other that Kazuki could just show up. "It's been days since I've heard from Ms. Saki, I hope she's alright." Takahiro continued speaking, "Kazuki did slam the door pretty hard. . . " Turning the corner into the market his eyes grew larger than ever as the woman he'd just mentioned stood at the register grabbing some bags and her arms draped over the cashier boy. 'Oh! Hi Kawaii-Takahiro!" The excited woman must have chased Takahiro for a whole mile before he ducked into an alley. Man she was persistant.