Yoshikawa hugged his knees tighter, his chest feeling like it was about to explode with the restrained sobbings he forced himself to hold back. His tears, however, were let free, coarsing down his pale cheeks. It was not new that he can be found huddled in a secluded place, crying his eyes out until they become red and puffy but the reason for his dispair this time is different.

"Hey, Yoshikawa. You alright?"

Yoshikawa's body stiffened for a moment before he recognised the voice. Then he burrowed himself deeper in his caccoon form, the shaking of his shoulder starting anew.

When the small boy didn't answer, Kikuchi took a seat beside him and fished out a cigarette from his jacket before he began patting around for a light. Once he found the lighter, he gave it a flick and cupped his hand over the flame to keep the wind from blowing it out. After he was able to light his cigarrette, he put the lighter back in his jacket and leaned back, settling himself comfortably on the hard and cold concrete roof of the school beside the still sobbing boy.

"So, what are you gonna do now?" Kikuchi asked inhaling on his nicotine stick.

"I.. I d-don't k-know..." Yoshikawa answered in a tight voice, "I...d-don't know..."

Kikuchi pushed his glasses up and turned his head to look at the slight form beside him. He sighed before he lifted his hand up to take another drag, "Well, you're not gonna do much just sitting here and crying like a baby."

Stung at Kikuchi's unsubtle comment, Yoshikawa wanted to cry out loud. Instead he turned his head away and spat out bitterly, "What do you care! You're with Kunio and the rest!"

"Then why do you think I even bothered helping you guys out when you went to get back at Anko?" asked Kikuchi cooly.

Yoshikawa had no answer to that, ashamed that he even assumed such a thing of a person that might be one of his real friends besides the blonde sensei. Ever since sensei-Onizuka approached Kikuchi to get the computer whiz kid make a few hentai picutures for him, Onizuka has unexpectedly made an ally.

"I'm sorry," apologized Yoshikawa softly, "I feel so helpless. It's all my fault. If I had stopped sensei-Onizuka..."

"Stop it Yoshikawa," said Kikuchi forcefully, "Those bitches sexually abused you for kicks!"

Yoshikawa gave a bitter laugh, "They do that to me everytime. I should've just forgotten about it ..."

Kikuchi huffed in disbelief, puffing out smoke in the process, "Yeah, you could pretty much forget about everything when your head hits the ground after a jump from a tall building."

The shorter boy hung his head, shivering when he remembered of his attempt at suicide.

"If Onizuka gets kicked out from here I don't think I can stay in this school any longer," Yoshikawa sobbed, letting more tears fall. Suddenly, his arms were grabbed, pulling him away from his cramped position to stare at the dark brown eyes behind the clear spectacles. Then Kikuchi's head swooped down and Yoshikawa wasn't aware of anything else except the firm lips moving along his own.

After a while of tasting the boy's soft lips, Kikuchi slowly released Yoshikawa who nearly fell forward if his hand had not gripped at the spectacled boy's jacket for support. Yoshikawa eyes were wide in shock.

"Now that's better," said Kikuchi, lifting his hand to brush a wet cheek, "I don't like seeing anyone cry, especially a boy."

Yoshikawa felt his face burn before he pushed Kikuchi away, trying to put in a measure of annoyance in his voice, "You kissed me just to make me stop crying? I thought you make those hentai pictures just for fun but you really are a pervert! You're disgusting - kissing another boy!"

"Really? I don't think it's disgusting at all. In fact I would like to do it again," Kikuchi teased, pretending to move forward. Yoshikawa's arms cartwheeled in his attempt the scramble away from the other boy.

"Maa-maa.. I was joking," laughed Kikuchi, tapping his nearly-forgotten cigarette to flick off the burnt end. Then he pulled out something from his pocket and showed it to Yoshikawa.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked.

Yoshikawa's eyes blinked in puzzlement at the sudden change in topic, "What? A-A cassette recorder?"

Kikuchi beamed, "Yup! Listen."

What came out from the small speaker surprised Yoshikawa so much that he forgot about the kiss and actually moved closer to Kikuchi to get a better hearing of the recorded voice.

"Ahahah! You're amazing! You forced the kid to take off his clothes and even took a picture! You're really up to this torture thing aren't you?"

"Hah! That was easy..."

Yoshikawa wasn't listening anymore because his mind was already caught up at what this recording could do for sensei-Onizuka. Smiling happily he grabbed at Kikuchi's arm and cried in excitement, "This is it! We can nail Anko and prevent sensei from being fired!"

Kikuchi placed a hand on Yoshikawa's which was holding him and said, "It's not that simple. There are a few flaws to this tape that they won't believe that the voice is Anko's."

"B-but how...?"

"I can make a few changes here and and add a few things there but it still won't be enough," Kikcuhi told him.

Yoshikawa's hand dropped and Kikuchi let it slip from his grasp reluctantly.

Suddenly the shorter boy's head snapped up, his face showing hope, "What if they get too preoccupied to listen to it closely?"

"Meaning?" asked Kikuchi, putting the recorder back in his pocket.

"I mean that something pulls their attention away from listening to the recording closely," explained the boy.

"I don't know," said the spectacled boy uncertainly, his hand which held the cigarette close to his thoughtful face that the drifing smoke nearly covered it from Yoshikawa's view, "I still think that won't be enough..."
Then Kikuchi's body straightened as an idea struck his mind, "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Yoshikawa demanded.

"That I can play the recording so that everyone is able to hear. Anko's mum is sure to be horrified and she will be desperate to have the recording stopped that she can't help but let Onizuka go!" Kikuchi said, slapping his lap in laughter.

"Can you do that?"

"Hey, you're asking a pro here," Kikuchi grinned.

Yoshikawa was overcome with delight that he jumped at Kikuchi, hugging the boy in joy. When he pulled back, it was then that he realised he was in Kikuchi's arms, the boy's face hovering near his.

"Disgusting, huh?" Kikuchi said quietly before his lips found Yoshikawa's again. The other boy was too stunned to do anything but let his mouth be ravaged for the second time that day. He didn't think that it was disgusting at all, especially when he felt a wet tongue run along his lips slowly making him gasp in surprise.

Kikuchi was frustrated at the lack of reponse from the smaller boy, however understanding that Yoshikawa was as innocent as one could get. He lifted his hands towards Yoshikawa's face and titled the boy's head a bit so that their mouths could fit each other better. Then when he felt the boy's sweet lips start to move as well he nearly moaned in pleasure. Oh my, he does catch on fast...

It was not long before they were engaged in a tongue battle, and soon they were forced to part for air.

"So, what do you think," rasped Kikuchi, still keeping his arms around his friend.

"Not bad. Not bad at all," answered Yoshikawa, his breaths coming out in short puffs.

"Not bad, eh? I guess I'll have to show you later that I can be better," said Kikuchi pulling the dazed boy up, "because right now I need to do some adjustments with the tape."

While Yoshikawa busied himself readjusting his uniform, Kikuchi began to brush back his own hair when he suddenly realised that he was missing a cigarrette. Yoshikawa saw the bewildered look on the boy's face and informed him, "You dropped it earlier on."

"What? When?" asked the spectacled boy.

"The second time you kissed me," answered Yoshikawa, blushing.

"Ah, well, that was worth it," said Kikuchi, making the shy boy blush more.

"Come on, we've got some work to do," said Yoshikawa walking hurriedly away from the leering grin.

Kikuchi chuckled as he searched his pockets for another cigarrette. When he couldn't find one he sighed, Ah fuckit.... Whistling a tune he went to follow the timid boy who he thinks deserves a better life in Kichijoji highschool than being bullied by a bunch of bitter kids. And together with Onizuka he, Kikuchi, can help make that a reality.

~The End