Author's Note: Thank you for the faves, follows, and the review. I really appreciate it. This chapter contains quite a bit of fluff concerning the memories of the night. Hopefully you all enjoy the next installment.

Chapter Two

The light from the bathroom shut off as a much disoriented Chihiro clumsily stumbled his way towards his bed. He collapsed into it with a heavy groan, shutting his eyes tightly to suppress the headache thudding within his brain. His blankets felt warm, crumbled from the bodies that once lay atop them and he breathed in the scent of his perfume and Mondo's skin. With a shudder, he wrapped the blankets around himself, burying his face into the pillow. He wanted to sleep, but with the pounding headache and disconnected memories flooding his mind, it wouldn't come soon.

After the boys' game had dissolved and the small boy had made enough awkward, slurred requests for more to drink, Mondo walked the drunken boy to the kitchen. The biker clicked on the light and slowly made his way towards the fridge, jerking it open and searching for the pitcher of the hard lemonade. Chihiro leaned against the doorframe with blushing cheeks and a clumsy smile, holding the cup out before him. "Here you go!" he then yelped, tossing the plastic cup across the way in hopes that it would land on the counter. It bounced against the counter top, knocking over a couple of empty beer bottles meant for recycling before tumbling to the ground, splattering what little drink was left inside on the floor. "Ooops…"

"What are you doin'?" Mondo grunted, hearing the commotion behind him but keeping his attention intent on the fridge. He spotted the pink pitcher towards the back of one of the shelves, snatching it up and turning around just in time to watch Chihiro bend over to retrieve his cup. In one swift movement, the smaller boy leaned over, popping his head hard against the counter top before immediately falling to his knees. Mondo set the pitcher down, his eyes going wide as Chihiro covered his face with his trembling hands. "Whoa, whoa, watch it!"

It was almost instant. Just a second ago, Chihiro was giggling like a fool, and now tears were streaming down his face. "Lemme see," Mondo offered, his voice picking up as he also clumsily got to his knees before the kid. He brushed his fingers across the other boy's forehead, parting his hair to reveal a large red spot where he had connected with the counter. "Hey, hey, stop cryin' now…" Chihiro peeked through his fingers at the gentle touch, the biker's fingertips gracing over the bruising area of his skin. It stung but it would be fine a few minutes from now, but in his state, it felt like the end of the world. "You're cryin' all your make up off."

The smaller blonde let out a trembling sigh and the red embarrassment flushed his cheeks. Bringing his tiny fingers beneath his eyes, he attempted to wipe away the tears and mascara, only smearing it all over his cheeks. Mondo smiled from the corner of his lips, before turning his head away. "You look like a raccoon," he chuckled, standing up completely and offering a hand to the little one on the floor.

"Does it… look okay?" Chihiro sniffled, rubbing his hand along his forehead. The pain was already starting to dim, but now he just felt dizzy. He glanced down, noticing his cup was still at his feet, rolling gently from side to side before coming to a stop at his toe. "Ohh… my cup…" As if he just forgot about knocking his head against the counter, the programmer reached down again to retrieve it.

Before he could even get about an inch bent over, however, Mondo pressed his hands on the smaller of the two's hips, lifting him off the ground and setting him gently on top of the counter. Chihiro was taken by surprise, throwing his hands on the biker's shoulders with a soft squeak, staring at the man before him. He was strong, but careful, at least at the moment. "Park it," he barked accidentally, not wanting any more accidents to occur. The blonde winced at the sudden anger in the other man's voice, bowing his head down as if he had gotten in trouble.

Of course, now laying in bed alone, Chihiro now remembered why Mondo had gotten so loud and stern with him after hurting himself. It wasn't that he hurt himself. It was the fact that Mondo had let himself get close enough to a girl to put his hands on her. Chihiro once remembered Sayaka gossiping to the other girls that apparently Mondo had difficulties speaking to girls, especially ones that he liked. Naturally, he was a loud, boisterous man who liked to shout even when joking with the other boys, but anytime he yelled out of anger, everyone knew what he was mad about.

Chihiro had never thought anything of it before because he had never directed any of his "anger" towards him. Half the time, Mondo never spoke a word to the programmer unless they were partnered or grouped together against their will in class. Even then, the biker would find something else to occupy himself with instead of making small talk with Chihiro. But when they had gotten the opportunity to be alone for once…

The blonde let out a heavy sigh into the pillow, breathing in the scent of the man who once shared this space with him. What could have possibly been interesting about him that Mondo would care for him so much? Chihiro was quiet, frail, and spoke of things that the biker couldn't even begin to understand. Programming and computers was boring to pretty much everyone else in the academy, except for Hifumi, but he never went that deep into computers besides the internet and drawing programs. So what was it that Chihiro could have said or done that would make Mondo even the least bit infatuated with him?

After Mondo had scooped up the cup from the floor, cleaned it out, and refilled it for his drunk companion, he pulled up a chair before the counter and popped open another beer for himself. The two of them sat in an awkward silence, Chihiro attempting to nurse the headache brought on by the brush with the counter by holding his cold cup to his forehead in between sips. Mondo had snatched up a small bowl of little candy coated chocolates left on the counter, sorting through it to pick out the colors he liked, despite that it didn't alter the taste.

Chihiro stared at him for a long while, his hazel eyes glazing over for a moment as he zoned out. He had never really looked at the biker because he always considered it rude to stare, and plus it left him less chance of people paying attention back to him. Mondo was the kind of man Chihiro would never grow to be, regardless of how hard he trained or how he dressed. He was tall, with wide shoulders and strong arms. Every time they were in gym together, Chihiro took notice of the other man's strength, especially when Mondo would get in trouble for being too aggressive during their games. But still, he was strong. He also had really piercing dark eyes that the tiny boy had never really taken notice of until now. The more he stared, the more he couldn't help but think of how handsome the man was.

Taking in a sharp breath, he pulled the cup away from his forehead and instead brought it to his lips to swallow down the silly thought. What was he thinking? Thinking another man was attractive… He took a huge gulp of his hard lemonade, darting his attention elsewhere within the kitchen. He had never been attracted to anyone, too busy with his own weaknesses to think about thrusting his inner demons on anyone else. "Want some?" Mondo murmured, thrusting the bowl of candy in Chihiro's direction. He shook it around a bit, the little candies jolting around in the glass container.

With a slow breath in his cup, Chihiro focused his attention back on his fellow classmate. Mondo stared up at him with a sideways smile, his cheeks full of candy like a woodland creature. The programmer couldn't help but choke out a little giggle before reaching into the bowl and snatching up a small handful of candies. "Thank you…" he murmured bashfully, setting his already half empty cup beside him on the counter. He absently swung his feet against the counter before crossing his legs at the ankles and patting down his skirt with a free hand when he realized that he was at a pretty precarious angle. Licking his lips, he popped a candy in his mouth, averting his attention elsewhere once more.

Mondo scooped a handful of candy for himself before setting the bowl back on the counter. "Check this out," he smirked, leaning back in his chair. He tossed a candy into the air, moving his head slightly in an attempt to catch it in his mouth. But he overshot it, the candy flying over his head and scattering somewhere behind him on the floor.

"Very talented," Chihiro giggled in a sassy manner, immediately sucking in his breath at his own sarcasm. He covered his mouth with his hand, hiding back a timid smile.

"Okay, well, you try then, miss!" Mondo ordered with a pointed finger thrust in the other's direction. The programmer squeaked, shaking his head hastily because he knew he couldn't do it. Even sober, he didn't have that kind of coordination. The bruise growing on his forehead proved he didn't have it drunk. "That's what I thought." And with that, Mondo tossed another candy in the air, this time missing again and knocking himself in the nose.

Chihiro's smile turned sideways as he took his hand from his lips, staring at the candy gathered in his palm. Mondo always appreciated it when Ishimaru challenged him at seemingly mundane things just for bragging rights. Taking a piece of candy from his palm, Chihiro tossed it in the air and leaned his head back to catch it. Like his classmate, the candy flung high over his head and disappeared somewhere behind him under the stove. He glanced over his shoulder with a frown, returning his attention to the biker. "See, you can't do it either…" the man grunted with a smirk, tossing yet another candy into the air, almost catching it before it tumbled off his lip and down the collar of his jacket.

Narrowing his eyes, the smaller of the two felt the challenge zing in his heart and he plucked another candy from his palm. Mondo found the candy within his jacket and instead of trying to catch it through the air, he just simply popped it in his mouth, waiting for his opponent's move. Chihiro focused on the candy, like he was going to receive a score for his candy catching ability, gingerly tossing it high over his head. He tilted back a bit, just enough to catch the piece of candy on his tongue. Whipping his head forward, he showed off his catch with the candy wedged between his pursed lips.

Mondo grunted, standing in his chair as the programmer quietly gloated with a smile, just about to slide the candy into his mouth with his tongue. Before he could manage, however, Mondo leaned in and planted a somewhat aggressive kiss on Chihiro's lips, stealing the candy away with his tongue. The smaller of the two let out a high moan, his entire body tensing up in surprise at the sudden lip lock. Mondo relaxed his lips and left the kiss, briefly pressing his forehead against the other boy's aching one. With hazy green eyes, Chihiro just stared, cheeks ablaze and body trembling

The silence between them grew thick and with Mondo pressed so close against him, the only thing Chihiro could hear was the thud of his own heart threatening to break out of his ribcage. He could feel the other man's warm breath against his lips. What did he do? Return it? Jump off the counter? Cry? Luckily, a distraction whipped itself around the counter.

"After we get more drinks, I think we should-" Junko's voice erupted into the kitchen, Mondo immediately drawing away and turning his back to the programmer like nothing had even happened. The blush across his face and the sweat gathering in his palms stated otherwise. "Oh," the blonde smirked, crossing her arms over her busty chest, pressing her index finger against her chin. Behind her stood Sayaka and Celes, Sayaka giggling profusely at their discovery. "So this is where you have been hiding, hmm, Chihiro?" the model pressed with a sly tone, making a little kissy face towards her classmate.

Chihiro blushed and looked away, absently searching for his drink. He brought it to his lips, drowning down the taste of candy and Mondo's tongue. "She needed more to drink, so I was helpin' her out. Knocked her head on the counter. You guys might wanna check on her." And with that, Mondo swept out of the kitchen, heading off to find the other guys.

"You are drinking?" Celes murmured quietly, a nonchalant glance gracing her face. The three girls surrounded Chihiro with a flutter of giggles and smiles. "We didn't know where you had gone."

"It's because she's been in here all night making out with Mondo," Junko laughed, and quietly loudly as she noticed the candy scattered all over the floor. The boy blushed, staring into the contents of his cup. Arguing with them was no use. They were going to believe what they wanted. Besides, it was half truth now. "Naughty girl."

Chihiro rolled over in bed, covering his face in embarrassment despite that there was no one in the room. He didn't think the other girls had actually seen anything and it was just simply Junko making a big deal out of a small situation, like she always did. But now, with her free mouth, the rumor had probably been spread amongst the other students. Regardless of if they knew his gender or not, words were going to run rampant that they had been caught romancing in the kitchen. Drawing his fingers away from his face, he stared blankly at the ceiling. His vision was still blurry and laying in the near darkness caused him to feel dizzy once more. Drinking was so disorienting, and replaying the night in his mind just felt like one huge out of body experience.

His head turned slightly to the left and through the dim light brought on by the night light in the bathroom, he could see Mondo's coat hanging over the nearby chair. On the floor were Chihiro's shoes, and a little further away was one stocking he managed to get off upon coming in the room. Mondo must have forgotten his coat in his quick haste to get away from the boy he once thought was a girl. The boy he was once sharing intimate glances with. The boy he had been kissing, and more than likely, plotting much more dangerous things with.

Just another thing that would bring them another awkward confrontation. He contemplated getting up and tossing the coat into the hallway, pretending that Mondo had dropped it out there, but he was afraid of being seen by any of the girls, causing more rumors. Right now sleep just seemed for the best. But the second he closed his eyes, the rest of the night continued to play like some terrifying horror movie.

After the awkward accusation by the girls in the kitchen, eventually most of the group had gathered together and began making their way upstairs. "Asahina and Sakura are already there," Sayaka stated as she guided Chihiro up the stairs by his arm, both of them taking each step slowly to avoid the nasty mistake that sent Naegi tripping down the stairs during the last party. Chihiro held tight to the handle along the wall, his other arm linked with Sayaka's as they journeyed towards the second floor. Occasionally he would peek behind him at Hagakure, who was a drunk, stumbling fool after his intake from the game. He was in no condition to catch anyone should they fall. And even further behind him was Mondo, his hands in his pockets and his attention on his feet. He hadn't said a thing since leaving the kitchen.

"Where are they?" Chihiro mumbled, counting the steps in the back of his mind. Finally, they reached the top, a purple glow surrounding the hallway before them. To their left were the changing rooms, which led into the pool. Ahead of them were a couple classrooms and the library. Chihiro hoped they were heading for the rec room on the next floor. He could only be so lucky.

"The pool, of course," Junko smirked, unbuttoning her top before they even reached the changing room. She yanked her tie from around her neck, dropping it to the floor. Once she had gotten the last button undone, she tossed her shirt to the floor, turning around to face the others in her almost bare-chested glory. Leon sputtered on his drink and Chihiro brought a hand before his eyes. "What, you going to tell me you haven't seen the goods before?"

"We have all seen your "goods" before. You make it a point to display them every time we change out for gym," Celes stated coolly, adverting her attention to some of the boys who were currently drooling over the model's confidence. No sooner did she drop her shirt did Junko remove her skirt and slip into the women's changing room. Celes quickly followed behind and Sayaka began to tug Chihiro towards the locker room.

As he watched the other girls begin to disappear within locker room, Chihiro suddenly realized a major problem. He didn't want to dress out. He didn't like swimming. Not because he couldn't swim, but because he had things he couldn't hide in a swim suit. Letting go of Sayaka's arm, he leaned against the open doorframe of the locker room, pressing his hand against his aching stomach. "Come on, Chihiro!" Junko called from the inside before Sayaka promptly closed the door before her friend decided to remove any more clothing.

The young boy watched the other few boys head into their locker room, Hagakure nearly tripping over Junko's skirt before he stumbled inside. The room before Chihiro began to blur violently as the thought of his secret getting out to his other classmates in a drunken mistake. His head ached and not only where he had knocked it against the counter. It was throbbing and he was dizzy. He had drank too much and too fast. "Hey," a voice muttered and the young boy felt a strong arm against his shoulder as he began to slump forward, collapsing both his own hands against his stomach. He felt sick. Not only was the alcohol dimming his brain, but the sugar and dizziness was eating at his stomach. "Chihiro, you okay?" The blonde glanced up, seeing those piercing dark eyes staring back at him with quiet concern.

The programmer stared at Mondo with dizzy tears welling in his eyes, remembering their encounter in the kitchen. How his hands felt against his waist, the way his tongue slid between his lips… The girls were in there waiting for him to come change, but his mind just grew heavier and heavier, and his stomach began to churn. With bright red cheeks and a trebling hand, Chihiro reached out and grabbed his fellow classmate by the shirt. "I… I… I'm going to be sick…"

Author's Note: Well, that was a lot longer than I thought it was going to be. Hopefully you enjoyed all the fluffiness of this chapter. I'm sorry if a lot of it seemed like filler. Probably one more chapter of "recapping" and then after they, they will need to solve this problem, right?! Reviews and comments are always welcome! I love feedback and suggestions!