Whoever Said College is Easy?

Part 5: Twisted, Strange, Bizarre, Queer...and the list goes on...

Warnings and Disclaimers: This chapter contain opinions that may offend the readers, please be advised that is a mere expression of thought and not intended to hurt or discriminate against religion. Please do not proceed if you are sensitive about these things. Don't expect a long monologue about it, though, it's only a short part. ^^;;;

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RRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!

A figure burrowed under the blue covers, as if trying to drown out the ringing of the pesky alarm clock. Unfortunately for him, soundproofed sheets haven't been invented, and he'd have to put up with his roommate's wake-up calls for...Kami knows how long.

RRRRRIIIIING! RRRRRIIIIIIIIINGGG!!!!!!!

Shimatta!

Rukawa stomped towards the damned timepiece, restraining himself from smashing it against the wall and wiping that stupid grin on its smiling, yellow face. He simply shut it off, maybe with more force than necessary, but he managed to keep all parts intact. It was not his property after all, thank goodness for that. Rukawa Kaede wouldn't have THAT waking him every morning.

Kiyota Nobunaga, on the other hand, was a different story. The guy has this thing for yellow smileys, for some strange reason. Bet you didn't know that he wore these blue with yellow smiley boxers in bed, and he has this green pillowcase, also with those horrid faces again. Rukawa made some snide remarks about it, and Kiyota would only respond with an annoyed "Whaaaat? Mind your own business" statement that the other just got tired of teasing him.

"Oi."

No movement.

"Aho."

Now, another thing about Kiyota was that he sleeps more soundly than our Rukawa-kun. And that's saying A LOT. True, he may be a cute bundle of energy by day, but when darkness falls, so does Kiyota Nobunaga.

This has been their routine for the past week, which was quite surprising. The stoic freshman wakes at the sound of the alarm, slaps the "wild monkey" until he's up and get on with their days. Don't get the idea that their getting along quite peachy, they're not. Those days hadn't been without squabbles and fistifights. Before it gets too violent, however, the "Peace Brigade" would come waltzing into their rooms and hold them back. Kaede suspects that Maki assigned these freshman for such a task, but he just shrugged it off. It might be good for both of them, especially since he didn't really like the idea of going to prison for murder or something of the sort. And Kiyota would really need the protection...of course, that's from the super rookie's point of view.

Today was no different, though Kaede might have enjoyed the "Kiyota-slapping" a bit too much, as the handprints on the poor guy were more visible than ever.

"Rukawa, make it quick, will ya?!"

Shut up.

He continued to wash his raven locks under the warm spray, relishing the feeling. The bathroom on their floor had been repaired, and he vowed to take advantage. Since last week, he had been taking long showers at least twice a day. Perhaps depravity really DID make him appreciate these little things like baths, though of course, there could be another possible reason that he would not dare admit...

Body glistening with moisture...the smell of chamomile shampoo mixed with a hint of musk...

Rukawa turned the knob to COLD.

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"Alright boys, step lively! One two three four..."

"Jeez, I wish Aizawa-sensei would stop doing that. I feel like I'm doing a routine with that Jane Fonda chick..."

Sendoh suppressed a low chuckle at the statement, glancing briefly at his sempai. He and Mitsui became friends quickly, much to his surprise. Akira was grateful, though, especially with Koshino in another school. His freshman year was relatively less difficult, thanks to the guidance of his senior and his lover, Kogure.

Yes, he was one of the people who knew, as in REALLY knew that they were officially a couple. Hell, they told him themselves, and were very cute about it, too. There was a lot of stuttering and stammering, if he could recall. The Ryonan ace knowingly smiled, much to the relief of the two.

For all the things that he is, Akira Sendoh is not a homophobe, and PDA's don't bother him either. He couldn't care less if two guys or two girls, for that matter, shove their tongues down each other's throat. In park benches, in the middle of traffic, wherever. Frankly, he couldn't understand why most people are so disgusted by the idea of same-sex relationships.

They talk about this unconditional love and yet, they refuse to acknowledge that love between two people of the same gender could exist. They deem it wrong, unnatural, they say. So what is it, then? Are we supposed to gravitate towards our anatomically-compatible mate? What happened to all the talk about loving THE person, no matter what the physical looks like?

People are confusing themselves.

They would spew some religious quotes from the Holy Book, and then the majority of the populace are condemning the gays, as if they're zombies hypnotized by the so-called messengers of the Lord.

But he guessed that during these times, it was becoming better. Many are starting to have a mind of their own, and not merely nodding to the Church's every command and whim. He would even go as far as to saying that people are rapidly becoming extremely open-minded, which is not really a bad thing. But some things can be too bizarre, even for our "modern" sophomore. Take for example, necrophilia...or animals...

"Akira, are you alright?"

A soft voice broke his reverie. He looked up, to be met with his two friends looking worriedly at him.

"You look kinda green..."

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Koneko no Sumu Ie. Well, that's a weird name for a flower shop.

Shrugging, he went towards the entrance, wondering how in the world was he going to squeeze through the mob of screaming girls.

He had heard about this place, actually, more about those who run the store. It was almost always the topic even way back in Shohoku, when some of his classmates would actually go all the way here just to see their favorite bishounen.

Must be real lookers.

Being new around the area, it was natural that he didn't have a clue where's where. He had bothered to find out where the supermarket was, clothing shops and stuff, but flower shops weren't really on his priority list when he was exploring the vicinity.

He was suddenly enveloped by a mass of fuku-wearing, giggling girls. He could almost swear that some hentais were groping him.

Kuso...!

"Well, well, it looks like we have a fifth."

"Youji-kun, help him!"

The boy looked paler than he already was, eyes widened in fear and mouth open in a soundless scream. You'd think that some psycho murderer was after poor Rukawa, though in truth, he didn't know which was worse.

"Aya..."

The man nodded in acknowledgment, eyes softening as he looked at the brunette.

"If you're not going to buy anything, go away!"

There was a temporary stillness at bellow, and the redhead used the opportunity to grab struggling Kaede out of the claws of his newfound admirers.

"Now, may I help you?"

 

to be continued...