AN:

Gah! I meant to get this so long ago, I've had it done for a month or so and have been soooooooooooo lazy! I'm so sorry, but here is your new chapter. ^^

Now, I feel I should warn you, this chapter has s small makeout scene, but it's nothing like what I normally write. :3 So I am just warning you. ^^

Song for the day! Introducing the kick ass rookie group SPICA and their song Painkiller. I love these girls. ^_^

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Enjoy! ^^

-Misty

Fate

Sora stared up at the expanse of stairs leading up to where Miharu lived, brows wrinkled with worry.

"We have to go all the way up these?" He asked, watching Miharu venture up the first few. Miharu looked back at him, somewhat surprised, he didn't take Sora as the type of person who complained about a small thing like long stairs, but maybe Miharu was just too used to them by now.

"Yeah, why?" Miharu questioned. Sora whimpered to himself before taking his first steps up the stairs to follow Miharu. He remained silent, he did enough complaining as it was, he shouldn't have to burden Miharu and have him listen to his complaining, at least, that's what he thought. Miharu watched as Sora started walking ahead of him and instead of questioning thing, he decided to stay quiet and go on.

However it was obvious that after going half way up the stairs he was already tired; he tried to hide it by keeping his head down and breathing through his nose, every now and then letting a small, exhausted sigh pass his lips. It annoyed Miharu, more than he expected it to, that Sora would try to hide it, and he wanted to help him, but he wasn't sure if he should. Sora didn't seem like the type of person who liked being touched in any manner. But about three-quarters of the way there it was obvious Sora couldn't keep going anymore, his legs were shaking and he was depending on the railing to hold him up; Miharu finally huffed in irritation and stood in front of Sora, putting an arm under Sora's.

"Are you alright Sora?" he asked, worry showing in his face. Sora was already too tired to answer, but he pressed on.

"I'm not used to this much walking," He said through a few small huffs. Miharu fixed it so Sora was leaning on his shoulder and held onto his arm as he started walking them both up the stairs; they were almost there. "I'm sorry I'm so heavy." Sora apologized.

"It's fine; you aren't heavy," Miharu said, and he was right. Sora, despite being as tall as he was, wasn't very heavy; he was probably as light as Miharu was. "You know, if you needed help you should have just said something, I'm willing to help." Miharu offered, but without looking he could feel Sora shake his head.

"No, I don't want to burden you." Sora said. Miharu stopped making Sora looked at him. Miharu's face held a bit of bitterness before he sighed and started walking them both again up the stairs. Sora was curious as to what Miharu was thinking; did he say something to upset him? 'It wouldn't be the first.' Sora thought to himself.

They had finally reached the top and Sora was more than happy to finally sit down for half a second. He leaned over his knees and breathed deeply, breathing in the fresh air; he thought about how the air at the top of this hill seemed so nice, so fresh and clean, cleaner than the air at the bottom of the hill or at school.

"I've always liked the view from up here." Sora heard Miharu say. Sora looked up to him and then out to the view Miharu was talking about, and he saw what Miharu liked about it. You could see the entire town from at the top of this hill, and the sun was still high in the sky and was shining down on the calm and quiet town. He could see everything from up there, the school, the shops, home and even a few small, small ponds.

"It's nice," Sora said, his voice sounding so light to Miharu. Miharu smiled and tapped on Sora's back.

"Come on, let's go inside." Miharu said and turned around. Sora looked back and watched as Miharu started walking towards an Okonomiyaki shop.

"You live here?" Sora asked.

"Yes, have you ever come here before?" Miharu asked, turning on his heels to see Sora and watched Sora push himself up.

"No, unfortunately I haven't been here, or in this town before." Sora said, patting himself off. He walked up to Miharu and followed him as Miharu pushed the sliding door open.

"You don't live in this town?" Miharu asked.

"No, I'm from the next town over." Sora said, closing the door shut.

"Grandma, I'm home!" Miharu called out. It took a few moments before an elderly woman appear with an apron on and was using part of it to clean a speck of something on a glass cup.

"Oh Miharu, welcome back, and who is this?" His grandmother asked. Miharu began taking off his shoes as he looked up at Sora and then back down at his shoes to untie them.

"This is Sora; he's new to our school." Miharu said. Sora bent down and started to take off his own shoes as well, watching Miharu walk into the room.

"Good afternoon ma'am," Sora said politely.

"Well what a gentlemen, it's very nice to meet you Sora," she greeted. Sora blushed from her comment and join Miharu in the room. "Would you like anything to eat?" Miharu's grandmother asked Sora.

"No thank you, I'm okay." Sora said, hiding his face so no one would see his pale cheeks with the rosy hint in them.

"Are you sure Sora? I can make you some okonomiyaki if you want, it's no trouble." Miharu offered.

"No really, I'm okay." Sora insisted. Miharu shrugged his shoulders and took Sora's hand into his own, pulling Sora away.

"Alright, well Sora and I are going to work on homework, grandma." Miharu said, taking Sora away down the hallway.

"Alright then Miharu," his grandmother said, putting the dish she was working on in the sink. She hummed to herself quietly, somewhat happy with the outcome today. Her boy had gone to school with his normal apathetic nature, and came back with another boy with something, a hint, a glimmer of something in his eyes. It now seemed that something changed within her kid, and it made her happy.

In Miharu's room, Miharu had set his backpack down on his bed; Sora followed but set his backpack next to Miharu's bed.

"You wanna start with English?" Miharu asked, leaning back on his bed. Sora nodded his head while going through his book bag, pulling out the books he would need for the things they would work on; unknown to him, he didn't notice his cell phone fall out of his bag as he pulled the book out.

"I don't really know where to start since it's the middle of the year." Sora said, slightly embarrassed.

"That's fine, I'll help you with the basics and we'll work from there." Miharu offered, tossing his feet back and forth playfully as Sora settled himself down on Miharu's bed. "We can start with greetings and numbers I guess." He continued.

"Okay," Sora agreed and nodded his head.

Only an hour had passed as they worked before Miharu stopped, noticing Sora was getting tired. He had asked if Sora wanted to take a nap since his home a town over, but Sora said no; Miharu was starting to get annoyed with how stubborn Sora was.

"Okay then, so *thank you in English is…?" Miharu questioned.

"Mhm… *thank you?" Sora asked.

"Yep," Miharu clapped in happiness for Sora. "Good job." Miharu said, closing the English book. Miharu rested the book on his lap and leaned backwards, sighing in relief when his back cracked. "I'm tired." He murmured.

Miharu was about to ask for the fifth time if Sora was tired, but before he could, Sora fell over and rested his head on Miharu's lap. Miharu sat up, worried for his new friend, but noticed Sora had simply fallen asleep. His heart slowed down from the moment of uncertainty and he smiled as he ran his fingers through Sora's soft black hair; the boy looked so peaceful, so happy when he was sleeping. Miharu pushed some hair from the sleeping boy's face and watched him carefully, he looked so peaceful and he felt as if he didn't have the heart to wake him up or to move him. For now, he'd let him sleep. Sora looked like he needed it.

Another hour had passed since Sora fell asleep, and his head was still resting in Miharu's lap. Miharu had laid back and rested himself, but not as long as Sora, he had woken up before Sora did. To his surprise the sun was setting and the orange and yellow settings from outside had peered through the window and was the only thing that lit the room. Miharu sat up and rubbed his head and as he started to move, Sora started to stir. Miharu leaned over him and looked at him, watching as blue eyes opened and stared around, dazed before looking up at Miharu.

"Good morning, Sora." Miharu said with a smile.

"Good morning," Sora said his voice hoarse and scratchy. Sora sat up from Miharu's lap, hand resting on the other side of Miharu's thigh to hold him up and rubbed his head, he had a small headache, but it wasn't serious. Miharu stretched his arms over his head and sighed, despite not sleeping for long, it was a rather nice nap.

"Did you sleep okay?" Miharu asked him.

"I guess, yeah." Sora said and sniffled. He stumbled as he tried pushing himself up to a sitting position, his hand slipping on the edge of the bed, Miharu saw this and reached out to help him, holding him by his shoulders and lifting him up. "Thanks," Sora mumbled tiredly, looking up at Miharu.

"Yeah," Miharu nodded his head. Something within that moment changed. Both of them realized without saying anything that their hearts had jumped from within their chests at that moment when their eyes met and imbedded themselves in their throats, stopping them from breathing. They're eyes stared locked with each other, Sora's blue eyes meeting Miharu's green eyes. Miharu felt his cheeks redden when a thought, a crazy thought, passed through his head and despite knowing it was wrong, Miharu's hand slowly trailed up Sora's arm, to his shoulder, to behind his neck and gently pulled. He barely did anything, yet Sora still moved forward on his own and closed the small gap between them.

It seemed as if fate had done this, destiny or whatever you wanted to call it, but Miharu knew in his heart this was supposed to happen. The way their lips met one another's was too remarkable not to be fate. Miharu closed his eyes peacefully, his heart flying away on a cloud as he felt Sora's lips move against his, Sora simply kissed back, eyes half lidded and watching Miharu's every move, cautious of what the younger boy had in mind. Miharu wrapped his other arm to join its twin on Sora's shoulders and pulled the older boy down with him as he fell backwards onto the bed, Sora landing on top of Miharu with their lower ends pinned in a certain way that it caused them both to blush more. It shocked Sora to a point where he broke the kiss and stared, eyes wide with surprise and amazement. Surprise at Miharu's hasty action, and surprise at himself; what had he just done; amazement because he had just done it and couldn't believe it himself.

"Sora…" Miharu rested his hands next to his head, fearing he may have pushed too much. He watched as Sora sat up from their position and looked away, then back to Miharu.

"I-I… Want to stop," Sora said. Miharu's heart sank within his chest, it felt as if someone had filled his heart like a balloon of happiness and hope, then suddenly took a needle to it and popped it. "But…" Miharu sat up and tilted his head curiously for Sora.

"But?" He repeated him, a small sliver of the hope that had been destroyed shining in the ruble.

"… I don't want… To stop," Sora said, a sigh leaving his lips as he said it, still surprised at himself for ever feeling this way. Miharu blushed as he ran his hands along Soras' arms and behind his neck, holding onto him.

"Then don't stop…" He murmured. Sora thought that at that moment, that was the better choice, or maybe it was his body saying otherwise, because he seemed to move on his own back to Miharu's waiting embrace and placed his lips back where they belonged; on Miharu's lips. Sora's arms wrapped around the boy, one around his waist, the other under his head so his gloved hand could weave into the boys hair, moaning softly into the kiss as their bodies pressed together once again. Sora had never once had experience in kissing someone before, let alone another boy, yet Miharu seemed completely aware of what he was doing and more than capable of taking the lead as he licked Sora's bottom lip. Sora wasn't sure what that meant, but when their lips met again, he felt something akin to a tongue brush against his and guessed what it meant, and he was more than willing to partake in the new and somewhat stunning sensation with Miharu.

Before they could continue, before they could go any farther, the loud sound of a phone ringing interrupted them. They both pulled away, startled; Sora turned his head around and saw his cell phone on the floor, ringing, he looked back at Miharu and frowned as he pushed at Miharu's chest to move away from the boy to get it. That sliver of hope sank again as he leaned over to look over Sora's shoulder as the boy picked his cellphone up and looked at it. There was no called ID, but Sora stared wide-eyed at it, horror stricken across his face.

"Sora?" Miharu asked, placing a gentle hand of Sora's shoulder. Sora jumped up from the floor, nearly knocking over Miharu as he tossed his phone into his backpack and began shoving his school books into his bag.

"Shit, I'm late; he's going to kill me!" Sora said to himself.

"Kill you; who's going to kill you?" Miharu asked, trying to slow Sora down by grabbing his arms. "Sora, what's going on?"

"I'm late; my father is going to kill me." Sora roughly pulled from Miharu's grip, returning to shoving the last of his books in his book bag. Miharu shallowly laughed, he felt as if it was a joke, but noticing how the older boy was reacting, was it possible… He was serious about it? There was a sudden lump in Miharu's throat, he felt as if his stomach was turning in circles and just ready to leap out of his mouth, it hurt, it was sickening. Sora pulled the backpack over his shoulders and began to leave, but Miharu jumped off of his bed and grabbed the back of Sora's bag and stopped him.

"Sora," He started. Sora turned around and looked at him. "… Tell me you're kidding." Miharu said, practically begging him, hoping deep down in his heart that Sora was simply kidding and was just worried about being late. Sora looked away to the floor and pulled away from Miharu.

"Sorry for earlier," Sora apologized and walked out the door. Miharu called out to him, but Sora had already disappeared down the hall and was gone. Miharu stood in the open doorway, speechless. For the first time ever, he felt like he was ready to cry; not only had Sora slightly admitted that his father… He couldn't even think about that, but even so that Sora was apologizing for what they were doing, and Miharu didn't like it.