Katsuo sulked his way through the Tokyo crowds, wearing a short-sleeved hoodie he had found in a trash can close to Daichi's apartment. It was nice, no holes or immediate stains, and Katsuo couldn't find any reason for it to be thrown out. So he took it.

To be honest, Katsuo loved to dumpster-dive. He found all kinds of good stuff. One time, he found an entire cake, wrapped in plastic and ready to eat. People throw out the weirdest stuff, he thought, and this other time, he found a whole book of porn.. Porn... That thought reminded him of the previous night spent with the innocent silverette. Daichi was definitely good enough to be a porn star, with a face and body like he had, coupled with the noises he made.

Last night, they really hadn't done much, nothing that erotic compared to all the previous sexual encounters the blond had had. All he did was give the silverette a quick handjob, then they both passed out. Katsuo shrugged to himself. See? Nothing that bad. A voice calling his name almost broke him from his train of thought. Maybe.. maybe Daichi's parents just didn't like him.. But he really liked the boy, and if Daichi liked him back, why couldn't they be together? Or maybe it wasn't the boy's parents, but him? What was wrong with him? Was he too-

"Miyamoto!" A girl ran to him, long dark hair whipping around behind her. A brunette woman followed after her, smiling softly.

Katsuo plastered a smile onto his face, turning to face the two of them fully. It was one of his classmates, and her older girlfriend. "Hey Ayaka." He nodded at the two of them. "Hey Hiyo." The brown-haired woman nodded, and Ayaka frowned at Katsuo.

"Where's my bag?" She demanded, and Katsuo grimaced. The girl was scary when she wanted to be, but her green eyes reminded him of Daichi, helping him to relax some while he tried to facilitate the problem.

"I'm working on it, Ayaka." Katsuo sighed. "I gave my plants to a friend to take care of them, and I haven't had the time to... 'harvest', if you know what I mean." Ayaka, still not looking satisfied with the answer, crossed her arms over her chest and glared daggers at him.

"You better get me that shipment within the next week, Miyamoto, or I'll have your ass hanging on my wall." And she turned, stomping away with fervor. She was one of the people he dealt to, and the brunette was the one who helped to confirm deals between the two classmates.

He turned to leave, but Hiyo's hand caught his arm, and she smiled at him. "Thank you for putting up with her. She's rather difficult, but you handle her well." The woman smiled, kissing his cheek softly, before catching up with her girlfriend. From the distance, he watched Hiyo chide the girl, then kiss her slowly. He smirked when Hiyo was pushed away, and Ayaka's face was covered in a thick blush. The raven-haired girl really did remind him of Daichi, perhaps just a bit feistier.

Honestly, he wouldn't have minded if his silverette was a bit more pro-active, but they were still in the budding stage of the relationship, and he couldn't risk offending the cute boy. The sky was beginning to darken when the blond looked up, cursing his luck.

Of course, today of all days, it decides to rain. Pour actually, and Katsuo rushed toward his uncle's apartment building, wet and pissed. Rain water sloshed around in his shoes as he climbed the stairs, glaring angrily at anyone and anything that passed.

The door slammed open to reveal the two lovers mid-thrust, but Katsuo was too frustrated and angry to care. He seethed at them as they scrambled to cover themselves, but his eyes began to sting with angry tears. He couldn't stand it. He was always the one breaking hearts, but.. The silverette's parents.. He assumed they would approve because they were both gay but.. Was that a wild assumption?

The first thing Shinobu noticed was the awkward, baggy hoodie that Katsuo wore. It wasn't one if his own, and Shinobu was concerned. Then he noticed the tears that were rolling down his nephew's cheeks, and he was reminded of his first couple rejections by Miyagi.

He stood, enveloping the blond in his arms with reassuring strokes. Katsuo was cold as he clutched at Shinobu's back, letting out small sobs. When the boy had calmed down, Shinobu released him, and Miyagi handed him a cup of warm tea. They sat the boy on the couch, then sat on either side, trying their best to bring the boy back to his playful, teasing nature.

"Sh-shit.." Katsuo muttered. "Is it because I'm not good enough? Do I look too sketchy?" Shinobu withheld a snarky comment, choosing to, instead, counteract all the reasons and ideas Katsuo's mind had come up with using one simple phrase:

"It's just a misunderstanding."

Miyagi sighed as he watched his lover hugging his nephew. He figured it wasn't Daichi, but his parents that Katsuo was speaking of. This was a problem that he, in all his vast amounts knowledge and wisdom, could not solve. It was something the boy and his boyfriend has to fix on their own, and the only thing he could do was try to reassure the boy that it was just a misunderstanding.

Everything was just a misunderstanding.

Miki slept through the entire day, snoring softly in her bed. The all-nighter she had pulled trying to write that story had tired her immensely, and she spent hours in her bed, wrapped in her blankets. When she did awaken, it was already dinner time. The smells of cooked beef wafted through the apartment as she emerged from the bedroom.

Dinner was normal, Nowaki trying his best to keep Miki's secret, while Yuki argued with her papa about the importance of history over literature. Nowaki and Miki kept quiet, waiting for the two to get bored of arguing and go back to eating.

Hiroki glared at his food, Yuki huffing angrily, and Nowaki knew they had finished arguing. He sighed. The two of them always argued during dinner, as if they didn't fight enough. They were so similar, he supposed, that it was almost impossible for them not to fight.

Suddenly, Hiroki stood in annoyance, dropping his plates in the sink hard enough to crack them. Both Miki and Nowaki flinched, but Yuki kept chewing on her food, smirking in satisfaction as Hiroki stomped off to his room, angry tears welling in his eyes. Nowaki followed him worriedly, like a lost puppy, but Miki and Yuki stayed behind.

The brunette glared at her sister, but Yuki just continued to eat, looking disinterested. In her mind, it wasn't her fault, it was her papa's. He was the one always acting like he had a stick up his ass, with no hope of ever getting it unstuck.

"Don't you feel bad at all?!" Miki asked, almost offended at Yuki's unapologetic demeanor. "You make him cry almost every night, do you know that?" Yuki stood quietly, glaring at her sister. She placed her plates in the sink and turned from the brunette, but was pulled back by her sister. "Don't you dare turn away from me like that!"

When she spoke her voice was hoarse and strained. "Dammit, Miki, go away."

"No! Not until you learn your lesson! I-I-I... I just want you to be happy, and I want Daddy and Papa to be happy, but you are making everyone miserable!" Miki shouted at Yuki, unbearably angry at her sister. "If you weren't here, if we didn't have to deal with your hormonal shit all the time, we'd be better off! Daddy and Papa would go back to how they were before you came along-"

"Fine then!" Yuki yelled back as she made a grab for her coat, tears already beginning to slip from her eyes and down her cheeks. "I'll leave and you guys can be fucking happy by yourselves!" She slammed the door to the apartment, and Miki realised the severity of what she had said. She had broken down every wall and barrier her sister had put up, and stabbed her straight in the heart. She felt horror and anguish, and her heart stuttered in regret.

Miki rushed after her, opening the door with force. But it was of no use, the rain fell from the sky, and Yuki was gone, disappearing into the night.

After all, words were far more powerful and deadly than even the most dangerous weapon.

A/N: Sorry, this was supposed to be up last night but.. I got... ahem- sidetracked by yunakitty's harvest moon smut (seriously, she's amazing)... anyways, here it is! also, I just needed a random classmate, so Ayaka happens to be Takano and Ritsu's daughter from Sekai ichi Hatsukoi, and if any of you haven't seen it.. go watch it now. It's junjou romantica's brother anime, and it's really good! (btw, Hiyo is from Sekai ichi Hatsukoi as well, but never really appears in the anime, and she's grown up in this story because everyone is older)

invisiblemage: .. well, it was lighthearted.. but, this chapter wasn't... hmmm.. anyways, glad my last chapter made you laugh! and you're right. Misaki is never going to win. ever. never ever. but yeah, since your speculations haven't really been wrong before, I'm going to ask you what is going to happen to Yuki? (hint: what my english teacher calls 'recapitulation') And thank you for the compliments on my dialogue! I tend to read aloud to myself, so that's how I check the way it flows. But thank you so much! I seriously don't know how many times I've said that, but I'm going to keep saying it! Thank you!

pinky5907: maybe I will raise the rating... (yes! XD), I hope I get to change the rating soon! Aww, trust me, writing a fanfiction is a lot of work, I just have no life, and too much time on my hands... Anyways, thanks for catching my mistake (stupid autocorrect..) it would've been really embarrassing if you hadn't seen it. Thanks! (ps. if you ever post a story, please let me know! I'd love to read it!)