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Chey: Deep breath. I am ready to work on this story…I am, honest.

Hiroki: Yeah right.

Chey: Shut it, annoying person! The reason I'm so annoyed is cuz this act has thirty-nine more pages…egads I'm never gonna finish.

Hiroki: Whiner.

Chey: I said shut it. For the record, I injured two of my fingers. It's not too bad but please excuse any spelling erros in advance because I'm having trouble making those fingers press the right keys.

Egoist Act One, Part Two

Hiroki left the group of old men under heavy protest and started wandering away, trying to figure out where the hell he was gonna sleep tonight.

He had gone about three blocks before he noticed the young man, Kusama-san, was following him. He stopped and turned, facing the other man with full bravado.

"What do you want?"

"I'm worried," he said solemnly. "You were crying before."

Hiroki flinched but snapped back, "That's none of your business."

"I wondered where you were going."

"I'm going to find a place to sleep for the night."

"You don't have a home?"

"Of course I have a home. I'm just not going there."

"Do you know where you are going to sleep?"

"Yes," he lied.

"Liar," Nowaki called the teen's bluff.

"Back off man, you don't understand anything about me," Hiroki yelled.

"Come stay with me."

Hiroki froze. "What?"

"I have an apartment. It has two bedrooms. You can stay with me."

"That's impossible. I don't even know you."

"Please. I can't let a kid with no place to sleep go wandering off on his own."

"I'm not a kid!" Hiroki snapped. He turned away and started walking again.

Nowaki caught up and grasped his arm. "You're too cute to wander about. You'll get attacked." Hiroki's eyes bugged at that part but the man breezed on. "Please, Kamijou-kun, I'm begging you, please come home with me."

Those huge blue eyes, so exotic and beautiful, as beautiful as Akihiko's, were what did him in. "Fine," he said shortly. He allowed the strange man, Kusama Nowaki, lead him to his house.

…

Hiroki woke up the next morning to the feeling of someone running large hands through his hair. For a brief, shining moment, he thought it was Akihiko, finally coming around to his way of thinking.

But his eyes opened and he saw the hand was Kusama-san's. Hiroki leapt out of the bed with a yelp. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" he shrieked.

"Breakfast is ready," Nowaki said, calmly. "I already finished my paper route, so I thought I'd make you some food before I left for the hospital."

"Get the hell out!" he yelled, ignoring Nowaki unnerving hospitality.

In the end, Hiroki ended up sitting at the table, eating breakfast with Kusama-san. His head ached, but he couldn't decide if it was from drinking last night or if it was from this baka messing with his head. "So why is it that you're so hell bent on making me stay here?" he asked finally.

"Gee, I wonder why." He didn't meet Hiroki's eyes, pissing him off even more. After breakfast, he watched Nowaki wash the dishes. He knew he should leave, but he just couldn't bring himself to. It had to be related to the similarities between him and Akihiko. Those goddamned hands were just too much alike. It was annoying. He knew his love for Akihiko would never go anywhere, but what was he supposed to do now? He sighed and leaned back against a bookcase.

Too hard.

All the books started to fall. Hiroki cringed, waiting for the impact.

It didn't come.

Hiroki looked up. Nowaki hung over him, shielding him from the toppling books. He smiled. "You owe me one now."

Hiroki glowered at Nowaki. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

Nowaki just looked at him. Hiroki sighed. "Alright," he said finally. "I'll stay here." He stood up with a book. He pointed the book at Nowaki, who was still on the ground. "But you'd sure as hell better not try to stick me with any kind of curfew!"

The smile on Nowaki's face made his heart stutter. "Okay!" he said happily.

Hiroki hid his surprise and bent down to start picking up books. He was still unnerved by the man. He was just so blunt and straightforward that it was weird. Hiroki felt Nowaki ruffle his hair. "Hiro-san," he murmured. "You're so cute."

Hiroki flung the books he held at Nowaki. "Don't call me cute, you friggin huge person!"

"I'm only 186 cm."

"That's still too big!"

To be continued…

Chey: Sorry it's so short but this is the best breaking point because the next part is another day…I'll get to it eventually.

Hiroki: Lazy ass.

Chey: Bite me.

Nowaki: That's rude.

Chey: It's two in the bloody morning. Sue me.

Nowaki: Chey-chan…

Chey: Anyway, please review, and I will love you forever.

~CheyanneChika