“What the hell are you doing?” Miyako snapped viciously as Daisuke smiled sweetly. His eyes glazed over with a fake pout that only Miyako seemed immune to.

“Absolutely nothing now,” he stated, picking up the broom he was holding. According to Kari, his parents were coming and they needed to clean up the apartment. Shoving shit under the bed, in closets and quite possibly the stove wouldn’t cut it this time.

“Jesus Daisuke, we have to get this entire place cleaned in half an hour and you’re screwing around!” she began to lecture. Daisuke rolled his eyes as Tk tried not to laugh. “I wouldn’t even be breathing if I were you Takashi,” she hissed.

“What, it’s not my fault!” he cried in outrage. Miyako threw a dust cloth at him and just glared. He sighed, just knowing to set to work. Smart boy. Even complete retards knew never to get on her bad side. Though, most people would take whatever side they could get…

“Need help?” I offered as Kari and I stepped through the door. Miyako smiled warmly at me as she handed, not threw, handed me a mop. I was actually surprised at how such a small apartment could need such an extensive cleaning. But I was never one to argue with Miyako. I wanted to live past 19 thank you.

“Did they call again?” Tk asked. The blond lightly pushed away a few pieces of his hair and resumed his fierce scrubbing against the evil dust bunnies that decided to make a permanent home under the couch.

“Ya, I was talking with them for an hour. You’d think they’d get the friggen hint I didn’t want them to ever come here?” Daisuke’s eyebrows knitted together tightly as he slammed his broom into the wall. “That’s it, I’ve been cleaning for two hours straight. I’m scorching. “

His declaration was taken quite seriously, considering he and Miyako had a fine sheen of sweat glowing on their bodies. Without fully realizing what he as doing, Daisuke pulled off his light shirt and threw it on the couch, continuing his savage sweeping.

I had to turn around and mop in the other direction to keep my face from flushing. God I just knew he was tempting me somehow… “Daisuke, if you don’t want them coming, then why are they?” Kari asked as she slowly walked past the kitchen, expertly avoiding Miyako’s line of fire. We all knew how she got when it came to keeping the place tidy. And we all knew how much trouble we would get in if we got in her way. She could be terribly scary at times…

“Because,” huffed Daisuke. “They want to meet my girlfriend and see how life’s been treating me. I haven’t seen them in oh, three years. I think they kinda got worried after a while. And before you can say anything, no, they still have no idea I’m even remotely interested in guys.”

“Shit,” I muttered, blinking twice. It kind of came as a shock to me that Daisuke’s parents, the people that raised him, still had no idea about his choice of lifestyles. It made me kinda fidgety. Maybe because if someone as confident as Daisuke couldn’t admit it to his parents, what would the rest of us do?

“Music,”Tk suddenly exclaimed, walking over to the stereo that was perched atop a cabinet. He switched back and forth from radio station to radio station before finally settling on one, a song he enjoyed obviously playing. “Man I love this song,”he smiled, moving along to the tune.

“Puddle of Mudd,”Daisuke commented, smiling as he set aside his broom and slowly began to move to the music. “I like the way you look at me, I love the way you smack my ass. I love the dirty things you doooo, when I take control of you!”he sang. The way his body moved was hypnotic. His hips swaying slightly as he lowered his head, moshing to the sounds that were filling the room.

He looked like a God.

Every hormone in my body was pulsating, my eyes firmly glued to his every movement. He captivated me. It was then Tk slowly slinked up behind him, wrapping one arm around his waist before moving in tune with him.

They moved as one. Daisuke had wrapped his arm around Tk’s neck, his back firmly pressed to the blonde’s chest. Every movement was made in perfect synchronization. Every beat was picked up and noted by the duo. I felt my heart clench as a pang of envy coursed through my body. They looked so right dancing together, it made me want to cry.

Both their eyes were shut, Tk’s head lightly resting on Daisuke’s. I bet he didn’t even realize how luck he was. I would have cut off my arm to be able to hold Daisuke like that for even just a second.

“Daisuke! Takeru!” Miyako bellowed, snapping everyone from their trances. Tk blushed red as Daisuke groaned, turning around as he picked up the broom for the second time since I’d gotten there.

“I was just having some fun,” he muttered as if that explained everything. In his head, in some twisted, warped sense, it probably did. To the rest of us that weren’t fluent in Daisuke-ese, we simply shrugged.

“And what would have happened if your mom and dad would have decided to walk in? I’m sure you would have just loved to explain that scenario.”

“So what,” he shrugged. “I would have just told them I’m a flaming gay and I would have pushed Tk on the ground, ravaging him senselessly to prove it.”

Everyone choked, including Tk himself. “You’re twisted,” he sighed.

“So I’ve been told,” he winked, bending over to kiss his cheek. “Tk… please…”

“What?” he cut him off. We all knew whenever Daisuke wanted something, he voice changed into one that was cajoling and whimpery.

“The cleaning Nazi wants me to fix my room. I could use some help…”his voice trailed off as he slowly trailed his fingers up Tk’s chest. The ulterior motive so clearly stated, even the potted plants caught the hidden meaning.

And Tk, being the intelligent and lucky bastard he was, gladly accepted, slowly following Daisuke to his room, where the door shut with a colossal boom. I could feel my bottom lip pulling out into a pout, but I firmly bit down on it. I wouldn’t cry over something like this. I had seen Daisuke and Tk together plenty of times. Not that I had to like it though…

I sighed instead, continuing to finish up what the two rabbits had left behind. It wasn’t that much work, but it consisted of a lot of bending over and that’s what took a lot out of me. I couldn’t even remember how long it had been, but without warning, a high pitch scream echoed through the room, which startled me greatly.

I jumped around, only to find two strong arms wrapped around me. “Miyako! Oh, it’s so great to finally meet you!” an older woman with short brown hair cried happily. I was taken back. This person thought I was Miyako… this person obviously being Daisuke’s mother. Wait a minute; this woman thought I was a girl! “My, aren’t you so pretty! My son has such nice taste in women!”

“Mom!” Daisuke gasped, as he walked out from his room. Tk had stayed behind. We all knew why. “What are you doing here? You’re early!”

“Oh you know us! I couldn’t wait to see you!”

“Oh, hello Mrs. Motomiya,” Miyako emerged from the bathroom, towel clad. Her hair was plastered to her body and she was still shimmering for the water. Still, this was sooo not good.

Even I saw the expression on Daisuke’s mom’s face. His dad was off in the background, laughing loudly. His laughter reminded me of thunder. It was deep that it almost shook the very ground I was standing on. “Way to go son…”

Daisuke looked back and forth. His eyes widening. “No! Nooo! This isn’t what it looks like,” he blushed furiously as he dad came over, smacking his back playfully. “Mom, this is Miyako,” he said drawing her to his side, wrapping his arm around her waist. He had to be especially careful not to tug at her towel, “and that’s Ken…”

She turned and looked at me as I smiled timidly at her. “Hello Mrs. Motomiya. A pleasure to meet you,” I knew I was blushing. My cheeks felt hot. Oddly enough, I didn’t know why I wasn’t just a tad more used to this by now. It wasn’t as if this was the first time I had been mistaken for a woman. Damn my fucking genetics.

 

That’s the exact memory that was flying through my head all through the party. I could hardly see anything in the room that night. I faintly remember dancing along beside Shin, but my eyes kept traveling over to Daisuke and Kaido. They were dancing the exact way Tk and he had been all that time ago.

Shin had both his hands on my hips and he was doing something, I just really didn’t care what. I was more interested in watching Daisuke. And I wasn’t the only one. Shin sort of swept me one way, as his hands kept trailing lower and lower. It wasn’t as if I was completely oblivious to what he was trying to do or anything. I wasn’t a stranger to sex, I just seriously didn’t want this guy. He was way to touchy feely for me. Then again, it could have been the ecstasy…

Yes, Ken Ichijouji knows what drugs are. You don’t grow up with Daisuke and not learn about them. My head was pounding and it got to the point where the drugs sort of took over, making me almost sleepy. But I couldn’t stop moving, nor did I want to stop. Funny how they work don’t you think?

It was when the music had stopped and both Shin and myself dropped onto a chair that I saw Daisuke put a hand to his temples. I effectively began to worry. I think it’s like a reflex for me to worry about him. Hell, if I don’t, who will? He stumbled once in his walking as Kaido put both his arms around him, guiding him up the stairs to the bedrooms. Daisuke wobbled unsteadily, his head bobbing side to side lifelessly.

I almost gasped as I broke away from Shin, running up behind Kaido and ripped Daisuke away from him. Daisuke swore to me that he wouldn’t do anything that night and I believed him. He wasn’t drunk because all he had was a water… something was wrong.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kaido barked as Daisuke tumbled into my hands. I pulled him close to my body, savoring the contact as I protectively wrapped my hands around his waist.

“I’m taking him home,” I spat, more fiercely than I intended. Kaido didn’t say anything, probably because he knew I could kick his ass in less than a second if I chose to. Being re-known for your martial arts skills were a blessing sometimes.

I turned around, lifting Daisuke slightly as we slowly walked out of the house. Daisuke began slumping in my arms as he moaned painfully, continually squeezing his eyes shut every so often. It took a lot longer than I expected for us to actually physically leave the house, but we finally did and that was a task within itself.

He really was heavier than he looked.

We had managed to walk, and I say walk loosely considering it was more like drag and try not to fall over, and Daisuke began to focus a little more. He was able to stand on his own feet and he miraculously managed to put one in front of the other and help me out a bit.

Though, at one point, just as we made it off the block, he fell, pinning me to a wall as we crossed a building. Luckily for me, the bricks broke my fall. “Ow,” I moaned slightly.

“Mmm…”Daisuke was muttering as he brought his hand up, his fingers lightly brushing across my face. I think I gulped and effectively began to shake at how insanely perfect the sensation was, but all I did was try to push him off me and continue on.

He would have no part in that.

“Ken, Ken, Ken,” he mumbled hazily, lowering his face to mine. “You have no idea how good you look right now… so, sooo sexy…”his lips made contact with mine, without any real warning. He had kissed me, even as brief as it was; it was the most glorious feeling I had ever experienced. Every part of my body was tingling, but painfully. Only his touches made it cool. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he hissed seductively, clamping his mouth on mine.

I didn’t want to move. By God all I wanted to do was stay right where I was, allowing Daisuke to do what he pleased. I mean, there’s that saying, there’s truth in wine. Why not drugs as well? Daisuke became more forceful, slowly biting my bottom lip as a wave of pleasure cascaded over me.

Before I could help myself, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer as he chuckled softly in my mouth, softly sucking on my tongue as his fingers slid down my chest, stopping right at my shirt.

“Daisuke,” I panted, as he silenced me with another one of his earth shattering kisses. He slipped his fingers under my shirt, spiraling over my chest and skin as I shivered violently. I had to break the kiss (regretfully I might add) to keep myself from falling to the ground like a pile of putty.

“God Ken, I… I… loo,”he began, crushing our bodies together. His lips clamped themselves on mine, causing my mind to pack and take off for places unknown. Time could have stood still for all I had known and I wouldn’t have cared the least. I was doing something I had wanted to do for the longest time and everything was perfect. But then, he abruptly pulled back, stumbling back a few feet as he fell to his knees and threw up. I winced, realizing what I had done, almost wanting to drop kick myself. God I was an idiot. For someone so smart, I was such an idiot…

“Come on Daisuke, I think we should get you home,” I sighed, collecting him in my arms again. This time, it was at least a hundred times more painful than any type of torture I could have ever experienced. I think at one point I just squeezed my eyes shut so I wouldn’t have to look at him and charged in a straight line.

After an hour, we did make it back to Daisuke’s apartment. Thankfully, Miyako was there. The look on her face when she saw us was just violent. I was scared to go in, fearing she might savagely rip off my arms and beat Daisuke and myself with them.

Her face softened as she sighed, tenderly passing her hands through Daisuke’s hair, ushering us in. “What did he take this time?”

“Nothing. He drank a laced drink I think. I made him promise not to take anything,” I told her, suddenly feeling guilty. Here I was telling her I forbid Daisuke any type of drug, but then, here I was, drug riddled. Irony has a twisted sense of humor.

“Daisuke,” she muttered softly, placing him on the couch as she reached around for a blanket and covered him. He looked so peaceful sleeping. “Thank you Ken. Most people wouldn’t have taken the time to bring him back here.”

“I’m not most people Miyako,” I stated factually, “I’m his friend,” my statement was so bitter it even made Miyako blink twice. Then, out of complete character, I bent down, lightly brushing my lips over his. “Don’t tell him I did that please.” I begged softly as I turned around, walking toward the door.

“I won’t,” she promised as the door shut with a gentle click.



I woke up the next morning with the world’s biggest headache. Not only had I decided to ‘dabble’ with the drugs, me, being the brilliant person I am, decided to drink as well. It was hangover central at my house and I wanted to jump off my roof to prevent feeling any worse. But then again, I’d probably feel a lot more horrible dead…

I couldn’t even focus my eyes on any type of object, which really came as a surprise to me, considering I managed to get from Kaido’s house, to Daisuke’s apartment, to my house no problem.

Here’s the best advice I can possibly give to anyone: to prevent a hangover, just stay drunk.

But I had to get up this morning. I was supposed to meet Miyako in a little less than two hours. With the way I was feeling, I wouldn’t be surprised if it takes me that long to stand up correctly without aide.

Then again, I sometimes manage to surprise myself and I made it out of my room, no evidence of the previous night evident. Instead of walking, I paid the bus fee over to the area Miyako said to meet and waited for her to arrive.

See, the thing with Miyako is, she tends to be ‘fashionably’ late. A lot. Every time she calls a meeting of any sort, we all know to show up half an hour late so we’re not waiting for hours on end.

I took the time I had and ‘reflected’ upon what I did. I still wanted to jump off that roof, maybe even more now that I thought about it. There really was no way this could turn out positively. If Daisuke remembers anything, our friendship will be effectively ruined. I know there’s no way I could actually get with Daisuke and have him only just see me, so there went the dating plausibility. There of course, there was the little thing that Miyako sort of saw me express some type of feeling toward Daisuke.

Yup, that roof looked so tempting right about… now.

“Hey!” Miyako waved as she got out of the sports car I knew didn’t belong to her. The man sitting in the driver seat kept eyeing her as she waved and it took him a minute to pull away and then drive away. “Feeling better?”

“Ya, I’m good,” I stuttered slightly, noticing the tension. “Um, Miyako, how’s…”

“He’s all right. He’s been throwing up a lot and don’t think he’ll be out in the light for a while. Whatever he drank really took a lot out of him.”

“That’s good, I mean, good as in he’s okay,” I kept rambling on, digging my own grave. Miyako, always being the blunt one she was told me to shut up and took my hand, leading me into the building in back of me.

It was some type of beauty salon. Oh man… a beauty salon… “Miyako, what are you…”my question was cut off as she yanked me through the doors, right into the heart of every man’s nightmare.

Everything was pink. The smells of hairspray made my stomach turn as a woman with the longest nails I had ever seen came darting out at me. I almost screamed. “Miyako, darling,” she exclaimed, kissing both her cheeks with a bright red lipstick. “My, my, my. He’s absolutely gorgeous! Why?”

“We have serious work ahead of us,” she talked to the woman as if I wasn’t even there. “He has two main flaws I think we can deal with. One, that hair. The other, skin tone.”

“Hello, I’m still here!” I spat, crossing my arms annoyed. What was wrong with my hair? And my color?

“I think wardrobe is another thing. With the color of his eyes, that blue looks atrocious on him.”

“Miyako, I’m still in the room!” I cried out, throwing my hands down exasperated.

“Fix him for me please Esa!” she begged.

“I’ll do my best Miyako,” she promised, taking both her hands in her gigantic ones. “And I know exactly how to do it…”

“Okay, is it just me or am I invisible?” I asked aloud. No replies. “I thought s… ah! ”I exclaimed as I was grabbed by three girls and dragged off. “Miyako!” I tried calling out for help. She just sat down in a plush pink leather seat and started flipping through a magazine.

“La la la I can’t hear you,” she muttered loud enough for me to hear. I almost cried at how unfair this was. I was practically pinned down under a sink, where Esa began soaking my hair, occasionally tisking.

“You know Ken, it’s a real shame. You have beautiful hair. Some people would die to have it your color.”

Like that was supposed to make me feel better. I had been perfectly content with just having a barber keep it my usual length. I wasn’t big on change. But I did have to admit, I was curious to see what she was going to do. I think that’s probably why I stopped fidgeting so much and almost relaxed, trusting her.

But truth be told, I had no idea what it was she was doing to me. At one point, she began covering my face in some type of cream and covered my eyes with something so I was virtually blind. I didn’t mind it because Esa kept talking to me. She really was fascinating once you cut down right through all the puffed up feathers and glitter. She told me about how she had always hated hairdressers because her parents, uncles and aunt were all in the hair business. But then, one day she just changed.

Out of some warped, strange sense of trust, I told her about myself. Not everything, but just some things. I’m pretty sure she had already figured out I was gay so there was no real use stating it. In fact, we talked so much; I hadn’t even realized she pulled out her scissors. “You burn right?”

“Excuse me?” I replied politely.

“I mean in the sun. You don’t tan do you?”

“More like go out and turn bright red. I try to avoid beaches at all cost.”

“I see,” she uttered in deep thought. “Wait, come with me. And don’t touch the stuff on your face.”

I obeyed, taking her hand as she led me around some things. I crashed into others, holding the swear words down. Had to be polite, had to be nice… but bloody hell, my shin hurt… “Esa, where are we going?”

“Bronzage. I’m going to fix your skin. Though, I can’t go too dark because of your hair and eyes. I think a light tan would be nice. You’re like alabaster Ken.”

“If that means I’m pale, I already know,” I sighed, sitting down were she told me too. A bowl of water was poured on my face as I jumped in shock. She wiped off all the cream and removed what had been blinding me. Cucumbers. Why wasn’t I surprised?

“Strip. Only leave your boxers,” she commanded as she turned around. “Just lye down, I’ll be back in an hour. I have to get the dye ready anyways. Miyako already has your color all picked out.”

“Dye?” I inquired in fear as the door slammed shut. A glowing blue now emanating in the room. So, doing the only thing I really could, I closed my eyes and semi fell asleep on the warm tanning table.



“Miyako!” I practically screeched. “What did you do to me!?”

“I made you look like a man for once in your life,” she replied dryly. She did have a point, even thought I would have rather ate dirt then actually admit to it. To put it bluntly, I didn’t look like myself anymore. I looked, better…

Esa had chopped off all my hair, spiking it while tipping the ends all white. (“They’ll glow under a dark light!” Esa had squealed.) For some odd reason, I was reminded of night. The way the glowing stars brightly contrasted with the black sky. It looked as if someone had painted a solar system on my head.

But on the other hand, I didn’t give off that ‘woman’ vibe anymore. My skin was darker. A lot darker. Not quite the color of Daisuke’s or Miyako’s but at least I wasn’t pasty anymore.

All I could really do was stare at myself in the mirror. Parts of my hair had been tipped pure white while others a color similar to my eyes. I couldn’t get over how much I didn’t look like me.

“Thank you,” I spoke after a few minutes of silence.

“I knew you’d come around,” she winked, kissing my cheek. “Besides, now I have something to show off!” I blushed, but now it wasn’t so evident and I laughed with her. “You clean up nicely Ken. Almost a little too nicely for my tastes.”

She poked me in the ribs as we exited Esa’s parlor and I decided to treat her to an ice cream. The few things Miyako had a weakness for, really hit her badly, and ice cream just happened to be her main falling.

“Miyako,” I broke the silence that was between us, “why did you do that?”

“What?” she asked.

“Go through all that trouble to ‘fix’ me?”

“Because,” she stopped walking and sat down on a bench. “I know that you’re a great person that would do and does everything he can for his friends. But you don’t get anything in return. Like some big, fucked up karmatic cycle where you continually get screwed. Everyone has their own story, you know? Like, Daisuke is the stereotypical ignored child that lashed out when he got older. He did everything wrong and managed to get everything right.”

“So what’s yours then?” I asked after we had left the park.

“Say what?”

“You said everyone had a story. What’s yours?”

“Hum, my story. God, it’s the most cliché one of all. The one girl that could get any man she wanted, wants the only one that doesn’t want her. Or more like, the only I guy I want, I can’t have because he’s not interested.”

I stopped suddenly, looking at her a bit strangely. “It’s not Daisuke is it?”

“No,” Miyako chuckled ruefully. “It’s not Daisuke.” Her face softened for a moment before she sighed. “He’s handsome and smart and funny and he’s seen me through the most times of my life. He’s the only person that doesn’t think of me as a blow up sex toy.”

My eyes widened for a moment before I felt my jaw drop to the floor. “Oh damn…”I gently cursed as the realization dawned on me.

“But no, he’s with Mrs. Perfect. The exact type of girl I’m not. I think that’s adding insult to injury. He chose to date my polar opposite…”

“Miyako…”I muttered, reaching out and touching her shoulder. For about five seconds she had this shadow hanging over her. I had never seen Miyako wallow. It was a new concept to me, considering she was always the one that was smiling, the girl that brushed off the world and laughed in the face of depression.

“He just doesn’t see me, you know what I mean?” she sighed bitterly, shaking her head slightly. I nodded, listening to what she was saying. Right now, she needed a friend more than she needed a therapist.

We talked all the way back to my apartment and I invited her in. She politely turned me down, forcing a fake smile on her face as she told me she had a date to get to. I nodded silently, watching her as she hailed a cab from my window. She really was a beautiful girl. Not just physically.

“He’ll see you one day,” I half whispered-half promised, turning away as I headed over to my room. “One day, he’ll open those green eyes of his and see you.”

 

Daisuke’s POV



“Ah, mid term report cards,” I sighed as I flopped over Tk’s legs, resting my head against Miyako’s back. “Just the time of year I actually know which teachers I have to screw for marks.”

“Or, he could study, but come on, that would cramp his style!” Tk joked as he rolled his eyes, placing his white hat over my face. “Score, 92 in science. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Professor Takashi!”

“Beat you, 95,” Kari winked as she giggled, draping her arms over Iori’s shoulders.

“97,” Miyako tisked, as she passed a hand through her hair. “Looks like Mr. Namashi will be getting a visit form me. Bastard cheated me…”

“Woah, I got a 98 in music,” I almost gasped. Quickly scanning the marks. “Sweet!”

“I didn’t know you were in music,” Ken spoke up as my eyes fell on his perfect face. I could have sworn someone up there was giving me a Christmas, birthday and every other present all wrapped up into one when Miyako took him to Esa. He always looked good in my eyes, but after that day, it was just wow… “What do you play?”

Before I could respond, Tk piped up, smirking maliciously. “The mouth organ.”

Everyone began to laugh as I whapped him hard. “Dumb ass,” I snapped, my eyebrows knitting together tightly. He blew me a fake kiss, which I rolled my eyes at. “Bass. Hence why I have the amp in my room.”

“And here he was always telling me that it was just there for decoration,” Tk sighed, pouting fakely, “and sex,” I hit him again. “Now I feel so not special.”

“That’s because you aren’t,” Iori smirked as I laughed out loud.

“Ya Tk, not everyone thinks with their pants,” I stated matter of factly. Just about everyone within a five mile radius began laughing at the irony. Daisuke Motomiya not thinking about sex. Funny, yet at the same time, scary.

“Hey! My shirt has good opinions too!” the blond retorted. I had almost believed him, but I was too busy laughing along with everyone to comment. Instead, I pulled myself up, using his shoulders and kissed him briefly.

“You, are twisted,” I winked as he smiled. There were times, especially like these, that I can’t remember just why we broke up. We had been so happy and carefree. We always had fun, all the time. Even now, we had no emotional baggage left, but we were still each other’s fuck-me-friends.

“Let’s leave the powder puff girls alone,” Miyako suggested as both Tk and myself shot her a look, “and continue what we were originally doing before we started dissing Tk.”

“Marks I do believe it was,” Ken muttered in mock thought. “And Daisuke was saying something about giving me twenty dollars, and how Tk said he’s do my homework forever…”

“And I do recall Daisuke agreeing to clean the apartment for a year,” Miyako added in.

“Oh did I?”I smirked, blowing a piece of my hair away from my eyes.

“Oh yes, you were quite adamant about it,” Ken replied for her, shaking his head so innocently. If I hadn’t been draped around Tk the way I was, I swear to every God I would have pounced on him, kissing that gorgeous face of his. I actually had to restrain myself around him, something I was never really good at.

Tk rolled his eyes, sitting up as he excused himself, kissing my cheek before he left. “Now Tk, we haven’t done that in ages!” I exclaimed in a mock-injured tone.

“Sorry baby, no time!” he retorted back, touching his watch twice. I felt my blood run cold as I shivered inwardly and probably outwards. My lips twitched slightly as my eyes narrowed.

“Bastard…”I spat under my breath, balling my fist as my face flushed. I could tell Miyako had sensed what was happening and instantly changed the subject, talking a mile a minute about someone or other and what they secretly did that their parents didn’t know about. She gave me that, ‘cool it’ tone as she spoke my name, almost physically inserting me into the conversation.

“Did you hear about that Daisuke?”she smiled, knowing perfectly well I hadn’t. “You know, about the new faculty member.”

“Ya,” I nodded. Hell, it had been the only thing people were talking about lately. According to what I heard, not only was he young, he was hot. Two things I liked the most in a guy. “Samboura quit and they had to take him. It almost makes you wonder why he left.” I winked as Miyako laughed loudly.

“What’s so funny?” Ken asked slightly confused. His face creased slightly as he looked at me. I couldn’t help smiling. There were sometimes I forgot that Ken only transferred to our school later.

“See, this is the thing,” Miyako started as she reached into my pocket, yanking out my cigarettes.

“Stop smoking,” Ken said absently, flicking the rolled up nicotine with him long fingers.

“When Satan ice skates in hell,” she replied, almost as absently. Once she had taken a deep breath in, she continued. “Blah blah story, Samboura has this file on Daisuke and myself that’s at least four inches thick. We were always getting in trouble and were continually sent to ‘seek guidance’. My ass. This man couldn’t guide himself out of a cardboard box with two ends cut open.”

“Anyways, he threatened to like, phone our parents or some shit like that if we screwed up again. So, being us, we screwed up again and were just waiting for him to react. When he threatened to get a letter of expulsion on us, we did the only thing we could,” I continued. “We screwed with his mind.”

“Turns out this guy couldn’t handle the pressure we dished out and quit. Enter new, super sexy guidance councilor. I saw this guy. Let me tell you, I’m purposely fuck up to see him,” Miyako finished for me. She smashed the butt into the ground and stood up. Her uniform severely altered. I swear, we’re the only two people that dare to defy our new principal. Talk about prejudging, uptight bastards.

“‘K guys, I gotta jet. I have class on the other side of the school. I’ll see you after school. And Daisuke, don’t wait up for me. I have this date… you gotta cut me out early.”

“Deal. But I’m at soccer tonight. You ready for the game Ken?” I asked, casting him a glance. Truth be told, I could barely keep my eyes off him. He was just that gorgeous.

But before he could answer, and before his crystal voice was projected into the air the warning bell rang. With only us three standing in the courtyard now, we all took off in a deadbolt, scattering off to our different classes. Miyako and Ken had chemistry and I had history. Fun. I get to spend my afternoon listen to a fossil talk about dead people and old buildings.

Surprisingly enough, I made it in time for the bell and sat down before the teacher made his way in. Though, when he came in he wasn’t by himself. In fact, there had to be one of the hottest guys I had ever seen standing by his side. His eyes were as blue as Tk’s, if not bluer, but one eye was paler than the other. Like he had two different color eyes. His hair was a few shades lighter than mine, but he had slight traces of a purple tint to it that almost glistened under the neon lights.

He was introduced as Shigeru Secoda. The new guidance councilor. He went on to talk about what he was there for, what he was doing, blah blah. I could just tell every girl in the class had their eyes glued to him. He was just that good looking.

At some point in his speech, his eyes locked with mine. I could now see his face perfectly. And his eyes were two different colors. He had one gray eye and one blue one. A very nice match. A very nice match indeed… after promising to come back to a few classes to talk, he left, once again looking at me.

I felt my stomach twist slightly. There was no way he could know who I was. Not already. There must have been at least five hundred kids, if not more at our high school. He couldn’t have seen my file or anything like that.

“Mr. Motomiya, would you care to answer the question?” my teacher snapped as he looked me square in the eyes.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” I smirked as some kids stifled a laugh. That little comment got me a one way ticket to see the principal. As I was walking down the hallways on the way to see Satan reincarnated, Secoda was leaning against a wall, smiling knowingly.

“Hey,” acknowledged his presence. He nodded, his hair falling in front of his eyes slightly as his smile grew.

“Nice meeting you Daisuke. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot of each other this year.”

And with that, he took off in another direction, not so much as giving me a second glance. I blinked, parted stunned, partly intrigued. But the bellowing of man on a severe power trip shook me out of me state. I sighed as I walked into his office, letting the door slam behind me.

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