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Dreamscape	By : sakurazukamori6 Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 18142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
A/N: Who knew writing about Takaya at school could be so much fun. Takaya is still being difficult. He won�t tell Naoe that he loves him and they�re still fighting over whose dominant in the relationship. This is what I believed their relationship would be like after the sex? Still, it�s completely dysfunctional but with bits of�cuteness shining through, and I use the word cuteness as a last resort.
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�Who knows the answer to problem 12?�
Takaya snorted loud enough for the whole class and Mr. Yukimura to hear. He slumped forward in his desk, bored out of his mind and not willing to listen to any more BS about equations and how the circumference of this equaled nothing on the cheat sheet in the back of the book.

No one could blame him for not paying attention, and no one could blame him for getting even more sidetracked when Saori�s two pigtails came into view. No one could really blame him for wanting to give them a good pull, not when they were temptingly swishing back and forth on the girl�s shoulders every time she turned her head to flirt with Yuzuru, or answer a question like the good honor student she was. She was practically begging for it, and since Takaya was not one to disappoint, he suddenly had one beribboned end in his fist and yanked it hard. Hard enough to where Saori�s head snapped to one side and she let out one loud, surprised squawk of protest that could have done a seagull proud.

�Takaya! You asshole, let go of me! Mr. Yukimura. Help!�

Well at least this beat her annoying flirting. He yanked on her hair again.

�Calm down Saori, I�m just playing around. You know, you should just wear your hair up, that way I can�t get as good a grip as when you wear your hair down like that.� And then as if to demonstrate this point, Takaya pulled on the other neglected pigtail.

Saori slapped him upside the head, and Takaya couldn�t remember a time when the girl had been given such a good shot at him. He was obviously getting slower in his old age.

The teacher throwing a glare at him spoke from his vantage point at the head of the class, �Mr. Ougi, if you persist in such childish behavior, I will gladly assign you detention for the rest of the week. Do I make myself clear?�

Whatever. Takaya kicking back casually in his chair, rolled his eyes at the teacher�s tired-old threat. Like he hadn�t heard that one before. The least the senile fool could do was try to spook him by shaking his meter ruler at him.

Everyone went back to listening to Mr. Yukimura, and Takaya left up to his own devices, stared around the classroom in hopes of finding something to occupy himself with. He spotted Chiaki a couple of seats away from him, looking equally bored, but hiding it quite well behind his glasses and blank pieces of paper that was supposed to fool the teacher into thinking he was actually taking notes. It kind of ticked Takaya off, the bastard didn�t need to study, or take notes, and passed all tests with the highest marks in the class. It wasn�t fair. Chiaki had a huge advantage over the whole student body, a four hundred year advantage.

Chiaki when no one was looking turned his head, so Takaya--and Takaya alone-- could see the face splitting yawn on his face. Takaya threw a wadded up piece of paper at him, in the hopes that it would hit him square in the face, or better yet, fly directly into his black hole of a mouth and make him choke to death.

Chiaki, infuriately caught it before it could hit him in the face, and then unfolding the piece of paper, he used his pencil for the first time since class started.

He threw the piece of paper back and Takaya more than sure what was written on the note, opened it anyway.

In Chiaki�s neat handwriting, a simple Thank you had been scrawled along the crinkled lines of the paper.

Takaya looking up from the note, glanced over to Chiaki, and Chiaki who was playing with his pencil now twitched his lip up at him.

Takaya confused at the notes contents, mouthed a �Why?� in the man�s direction and Chiaki shrugged his shoulders lazily. He then, taking his the pencil between his fingers, started to scribble something down. He crumpled up the sheet and threw it underhanded at Takaya, who opened it and smoothed it out on his desk.

It again simply read, �For breaking the cycle.�

Takaya lifting his head from the note, to quizzically stare down the other boy was met this time with an expression akin to�gratitude.

Weird.

Takaya for some reason felt the wry lines around his mouth start to soften and before he could smile, he turned his head. For that, he was hit on the forehead with another note from Chiaki. Takaya lifting his head from the crumpled up note was about to aim a mean stare at the other man, but unfortunately he was cut off, as Mr. Yukimura was now standing right in his line of sight.

�Mr. Ougi, I have had to warned you time and time again to pay attention, but you never listen.� Mr. Yukimura putting his hands up in exasperation suddenly had Takaya�s crumpled up note in his line of sights. �Now, what do we have here?� He snatched it from Takaya�s grip and the boy ready to snatch it back, accidentally caught the look of startled embarrassment on Chiaki�s face. For Chiaki to be embarrassed there had to be something pretty nasty on the�

Fucking hell.

Mr. Yukimura unaware of what he was getting himself into started to read the note aloud in an effort to demonstrate to his pupils that he meant business when he said to pay attention.

�Takaya,� Mr. Yukimura noticed right away that the note was written in Chiaki�s neat handwriting, which disappointed him because Chiaki was one of his best pupils. �I heard from Haruie that Naoe and your little sister had a chat about your future. So tell me, will you be wearing a) Western-style Wedding Dress or b) The traditional kimono? Because if you go with choice a) I wouldn�t allow you to wear white, what with you not being a virgin and all.�

Mr. Yukimura too caught up in trying to give a lesson to his most wayward of pupils hadn�t realized quite yet what he had read out, until the class, dead quiet, burst into a roar of laughter.

Mr. Yukimura, who had the decency for his pupil, flushed up to his forehead, and Takaya sitting there wide eyed and horrified at this turn of events tried to will his body to become invisible.

Chiaki had a pained look on his face, and was looking everywhere except at Takaya.

Mr. Yukimura, not happy at his raucous class and their low self-control, whipped around on all of them and began to shout for them to be quiet. They shut up after awhile, and then the lessons had been resumed, the faint sound of snickers and giggling still roaming around the room.

When the bell rung, Takaya didn�t know how he managed to reach outside, but now he was in the hallway, being jostled by students and teachers alike.

Saori, Yuzuru and Chiaki were suddenly at his side and he could hear noise coming from them, but to him right now, that�s all it was, noise.

�Sorry, Takaya, I didn�t mean to�damn I should have been more cautious.� Chiaki�s painful grimace had not vanished from his features. It only deepened when he caught the dazed and stupefied look on Takaya�s face.

�Takaya, is that true? Are you getting married?�

�You�re not a virgin?�

�I can�t believe you didn�t say anything to us.

The voices of his friends were indistinguishable from each other and the other students in the hall, and Takaya wondering dazedly away from them, maundered into his fourth period. He found his normal spot next to the window and then when class began to get underway, he dropped off to sleep.

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�You two really shouldn�t pass notes during class.� Naoe, coming over to Takaya handed him a cup of hot chocolate. Takaya made a face at the drink and asked Naoe if he thought he was in grade school. Naoe ignored the comment.

�Whatever. Not my problem.� Takaya took a sip from his cup and tried to keep his grimace in place, even if he did like the taste.

�I don�t think that�s the best attitude to handle this situation with.� Naoe sternly said.

�What are you, my daddy?� Takaya shot back sarcastically.

�Sadly, no.� Naoe smirked at him and Takaya scrunching up his face, scooted to the other side of the couch he was sitting on. �Sicko.� Naoe was smirking at him again and Takaya ready to steer their conversation in another direction said, �Jeez Naoe, I think I�m handling this just fine.� Takaya then took a bigger sip from his hot chocolate than he�d wanted and burnt his tongue. �Ouch.�

Naoe was up from his seat and walking over to the kitchen. His tone casual as he opened the freezer and took out an ice tray.

�Think about what position this leaves�this Mr. Yukimura in.� Naoe was back with a glass of ice. He handed it to Takaya and the boy feeling a little embarrassed at the way Naoe was fussing over him, took the glass resignedly.

Naoe continued on, �You and your sister live on your own. Your teachers know about your situation, and if they think you�re not responsible enough to care for Miya, then they might ask for her to go stay with a relative.�

Takaya got indignant at that, �What? Why would they do that�just from a stupid note.�

Naoe made a motion for Takaya to lower his voice. �No, not from a note, but it will give just cause to call you in and question you about what you�ve been up to.�

Takaya could understand that much, �You mean that Welfare Counselor at school�Mr. Suzuki?�

Naoe nodded his head. �It isn�t�proper for a boy your age to be involved in a same sex relationship.� Takaya snorted at that. �And with a man whose twelve years your senior.�

�So what you want me to do�break up with you?� Takaya said, a smile on his face the entire time.

Naoe answered a little too quickly at that, �No�I mean, just be more discreet, is all I�m asking.�

Takaya looked at him like he was stupid, �What the hell do you think I�ve been trying to do, huh? Shit, if anybody should be discreet here, it should be you. What the hell made you think that it would be a good idea to tell Haruie about what you and Miya was were talking about?�

Naoe cleared his throat, �I wasn�t going to lie to her. It was all just meaningless talk, don�t be cross with me Takaya,� and for good measure he tacked on a �Please.�

�Well, stop being such a blabber mouth. I didn�t think you�d be one of those kiss and tell guys, then I�d thought better of sleeping with you.�

Naoe shifted on the couch and Takaya�s sharp green eyes narrowed onto the Possessor.

�What, got somethin� to say?�

The way Takaya had just said those words made Naoe suddenly think back to last fall, when he had worked as a personal aide and protector for Mr. Hazama. When Takaya had cornered him that night in the hotel parking lot, right in front of the elevator, and shouted at him, and treated him like some pass around pet. It had pissed him off and he had said some nasty--truthful--things to the boy that night. He remembers the exact moment Takaya�s fingers had gripped his jacket and pushed him against the wall, had demanded of him, challenged him, insulted him, coaxed him into answering that yes, he thought Takaya wasn�t leader material, wasn�t mature enough and�well was just unpleasant to be around.

You got something to say to me, Naoe? Well say it!

Yes he indeed had many things to say to Takaya. Many things that needed clearing up, that needed to be thrown into the light and exposed for what they were. Exhumed by mortuary light.

He still didn�t know where he exactly stood with Takaya. He knew that he meant something to him, that Takaya depended on him for support, for guidance, for one-sided affection, to make him feel less alone. Those were the things he had found the teenager craving in this, and quite frankly, every past life he had wisped through. It was frustrating.

Takaya was reciprocating his love now�physically, but mentally, it wasn�t completely his to have. Takaya still showed reluctance, he never said how he felt for him, just asked Naoe to say things, tell him things about his love for him. He wasn�t completely open with him, and the boy still had defenses that needed breaching. He assured himself, time and time again, that these things, they took time. A lot of time, and if there was one thing a Possessor had, it was time.

He shouldn�t rush things. He should just�

�I thought so.�

Show Takaya that he was barking up the wrong tree today.

And before he could stop himself from reacting, they were playing the staring game. Takaya was extremely good at it and Naoe had felt somewhat pinned when he was caught by that Tiger�s Eye.

A thing of dangerous beauty that could bring any man to his knees.

But the thing was he was sick of being brought down by it, by the sheer presence of it. If anything, Takaya, not him, the Tiger incarnate should be on his knees, roaming around on all fours like a wild thing everywhere he went. He hated that they weren�t equals that he had to fight for power and relent when he needed Takaya to be close to him, it was a stupid struggle that he had thought would have been trounced by physical intimacy. Sex though, had caused more problems because every time they were together, it was a fight for the top, to see who would make the other submit. Takaya so far, had been giving with him, letting him take lead, and only struggling slightly against him, but he knew Takaya, knew the beast inside of him that struggled for control and that it would not be satisfied with the way things were.

Takaya was smirking at him, trying to twine his emotions around his little finger and�hurt him.

This was not how they were supposed to act with each other. They were supposed to find balance, find harmony, ying and yang, within the same wind and earth. Why was Takaya being so�damn stubborn? Why couldn�t he just stop being a brat for one second, stop trying to make him angry and try to reach a compromise?

Naoe getting up from the couch made a grab for Takaya�s upper arm, and the boy pushed him away. �I�m not in the mood, go jerk off if you need to get off so badly.� Takaya was still smirking, even when Naoe had finally gotten that hold on his arm.

It was really time he wiped that smug, pretentious look of his face. He was far too young a boy to have such an expression at his disposal like that, and Naoe with that single focused energy had Takaya suddenly standing in front of him. He sat back down and pulled until Takaya was kneeling in front of him. Takaya�s knee was now very purposefully pressing down hard on his foot, the boy putting all his weight into his leg and leaning. Naoe getting a grip on the boy�s neck muscle, pulled him roughly until Takaya was face first in his lap, his knee having stopped it�s assault.

�What the hell do you think you�re doing?� Takaya with his arms were now pushing at his thighs so he could stand himself back up again. He was still holding onto the back of Takaya�s neck and pressing ever so slightly with his fingernails into the tendons there, he felt the boy get quiet and stiffen.

�I�m getting very impatient with you, and your mouth is not being very fair to me.� Takaya with another mighty effort was trying to pull away from him and Naoe, not having it, shoved the boy back down firmly into his lap. Takaya�s nose was now pressing into his groin and the fact that he knew by Takaya�s breath and touch, how close the boy was to him, there, right there, made him get suddenly hard. Takaya noticed it, �If you think, for one second that were gonna play a nice game of suck off, you are seriously demented.�

Takaya was making it a point to be as noisy and irritating as possible, especially when, in a fit of rage, he dug his blunt but by no means harmless nails into Naoe�s thigh and squeezed. Naoe hissed and grabbing at the short hairs on the back of Takaya�s head, he yanked Takaya away from his lap so he could stare him in the eyes.

Takaya�s face was red and his mouth was pinched in a tight scowl. �Are you going to let go?� He breathlessly said, the streak of red across his nose turning darker, and making his skin look even softer.

Naoe knew he was staring, watching Takaya�s bottom lip, as it trembled in anger and something else entirely�He couldn�t help but watch, couldn�t help but think to himself that Takaya�s mouth was something that both pained and pleasured him.

Takaya was breathing loudly and the room and sounds outside seemed to stand still at the pitch of it. His breathing was just as haggard, even more so because his erection wasn�t going away, it was still there, throbbing under his slacks with blood and cum.

And Takaya�s was still breathing loudly in a way that made his lips look fuller, the shade of his mouth darker as his tongue swept over it in a breathless passing. They were looking at each other, Takaya�s eyes staring up at him, bigger than he had ever seen them before and appearing deceptively innocent under his dark lashes. Naoe at that moment, felt desire, like a frantically grasping hand clenching his stomach and pulling painfully on his insides. It jolted him, the feeling so intense that he�d had to look away from Takaya kneeling between his legs, hands still fisted in the cloth on his pants.

He let the fist in Takaya�s hair loosen.

�God, your pathetic. You force me to my knees and then you don�t even finish what you started. I�d ask you what kind of man you were, but I know it wouldn�t be much of an answer.� Takaya was smiling to himself in that overly smug way and Naoe was sure that he had never said anything about letting Takaya go yet. Takaya seemed to have gotten the wrong idea and when Naoe began to tug off his belt and unzip, Takaya�s understanding seemed to hit him like a truck. Too bad, it hadn�t hit him fast enough, because Naoe had gone for the hold in his hair again and pushed until the boy�s mouth was pressed against his erection. Takaya made a muffled cry of protest, tried to squirm away and Naoe wringing his hand in the soft hair on Takaya�s nape made him suddenly open his mouth to curse at him. Naoe pushed in at that moment, into the warm, wet cavern that was Takaya�s mouth. Hot breath and soft skin brushing against his cock and making him feel light-headed, making his pores raise and the back of his neck and chest feel unbelievably hot, scalding, volcanic.

He could quite clearly feel the way Takaya�s breathing, how it would catch in his throat, how he was trying to be still as possible, how the back of his mouth twitched because it was fighting back the instinct to swallow, to moisten his dry throat, to ease the tension in his lips and steady out his breathing. He knew Takaya was fully capable of pushing him away at that dazed moment, his hold on the boy�s hair easing into fingers that were combing and rifting through his strands. He knew he was capable of much more, of biting him, and easily breaking away, and yet�

Naoe groaned, unable to calm himself when Takaya�s tongue connected--by accident or his own actions--to the underside of his member, a fissure shooting up through his gut and wrecking havoc on his sight, as the room spun before him. He couldn�t contain himself and more guttural moans left him, a long groan building inside of him and finding voice in the quiet, sunlit apartment room. Takaya�s tongue was again on his cock, the saliva in his mouth making the muscle slide smoothly, swiping at the spongy head, and somehow with the shift on his neck, he was able to get his tongue to curve under and around one side of his erection. Naoe heatedly thought that it was thankfully due to some wise god blessing Takaya with wonderful genes.

The other hand that had clutched the couch in a death grip was now moving to Takaya�s scalp and finding purchase in his soft hair. His palms were sweaty, and as he slide them down the boy�s head, touched his nape and curved them under his jaw, cupped him there under the tender skin of his neck, he couldn�t help the splotches of color and dark spots that clouded his eyes. Takaya�s tongue was still curled around him, the boy still and appearing to be waiting for him. Naoe heavily shivered at the sight of Takaya�s mouth on him, and with his hands under the boy�s neck, he began to steadily move the boy�s head back and forth. His eyes trained on the visual of Takaya mouth leaving wet saliva trails on his member as he guided him. Takaya wasn�t objecting to any of it, his throat relaxing, and his eyes fluttering every time his erection brushed the back of his moist mouth.

Naoe�s couldn�t get enough air into him as he moaned and tried not to squeeze Takaya�s neck too much. His hold on the boy getting tighter with each slow slide past his lips, every time he went deeper and had to restrain himself from bucking wildly into that perfect mouth, the tongue around him firmly brushing his erection as he moved.

Takaya�s hands, which had been fisting his pant�s leg were now moving down, past his knees, down his shins, up again as if the feel of skin there was more important than the trek downward, and then his hands had slid of off him, his fingers now on the front of his own pants, unbuckling and unzipping, until he had himself in his hands.

Naoe�s eyes were torn between watching Takaya�s mouth and Takaya�s hands. He could see the boy splayed on the floor, the sides of his knees touching the floor and his legs widening as the hand on himself tightened.

Naoe moved the head in his hands faster, the display of Takaya�s self love making his motions quicken and his erection tighten. Takaya�s hands were now pumping him quickly, not willing to tease himself and ready for release. Takaya�s mouth was no longer working him softly, but was sucking firmly, mirroring the hand on himself in pace and pressure. Naoe could tell he was close, because he was also very close, practically on the edge and teetering by a single thread. Takaya�s mouth sliding on him again was suddenly swallowing him whole, and his entire body seemed to clench with the motion, his hands on Takaya tightening and his body plunging forward of its own accord. He bucked one more time in Takaya, and the boy was still swallowing around him, sucking the organ in his mouth harder, the hand working him having halted to concentrate on the erection in his mouth, and Naoe strengthening his hold on the boy�s head, pulled him until the boy was crushed up against him and he was leaning over him, exploding and emptying himself into Takaya warm and inviting mouth.

He could feel the top of Takaya�s soft head moving under his abdomen as he leaned over him and tried to catch his breath. Takaya�s mouth was still on him, licking him and still making him shudder uncontrollably. There were no words for pleasure like this. There was no one else who could make him feel this way, feel this way so much.

Takaya released him, looking back up at him with an unfocused stare. He was using the back of his hand to wipe the traces of Naoe from his chin and Naoe smiled clumsily despite himself.

�Happy now?� Takaya was standing up and Naoe noticed that the boy still had an erection. He looked down at it, frustrated and aroused, his hands reaching down to finish the tumbling in his gut. Naoe however, cut him off before he could start and the boy startled at the hand on him, knees buckling unconsciously fell on top of older man.

�I�d love to see you touch yourself,� Naoe whispered it in his ear, right where the coil formed, and the breath of those words sent a thrill down his abdomen. �But I�ll save that for a day when you aren�t being good.� The possessor, then had tossed him over his body, had rolled until Takaya was on his back and he was on top of him. He grasped the firm head of the boy�s sex, already dripping precome and unbearably tight, and began to slide himself on top of it.

Takaya�s eyes had widened at the feel of Naoe�s giving body, had tensed up and then he cried out at the first shift against his erection. He�d have never guessed that Naoe would willingly put himself in a position like this, and without any instigation from him. It baffled him how the older man thought sometimes, the things he did, just because he was moved by them.

He didn�t like fully submitting to Naoe, he still fought back and tried to get top whenever they were together, but Naoe was always a bit stronger, a bit faster and able to get him on his back. It hurt his ego, but he couldn�t find it within himself to be too angry with Naoe, not when the man was moaning and coming between his legs, and always whispering words of gratitude and love afterwards.

He had control over Naoe, not the kind that he had originally wished for, but control nonetheless. Naoe, Takaya had learned, would practically do anything to have sex with him. Anything, and Takaya had given the man plenty of it, enough to keep him sated for one day. Their positions in the bedroom might have him playing bottom most of the time, but in the real world, he had top.

Naoe raising up on his elbows, and then sliding back down on his shaft in one slow, thorough motion had him shaking and panting. He couldn�t move, couldn�t try to roll them over and pine Naoe beneath him. He was too lost in pleasure and admittedly to weak to fight it and put on airs. He thought fleetingly to those times when Naoe would take him, with how controlled and measured each thrust seemed. It baffled him how he couldn�t even return an answering trust because his body was too far-gone on pleasure. Naoe had been in his position now more than once, and could go at him for a couple of hours and not stop until he had pushed the older man off.

He figured Naoe was just more experienced at this sort of thing than he was, and something in that thought had made him feel really childish, really immature and lame.

He wanted to grow up, grow up and be old enough where people didn�t ask for his ID everywhere he went.

Naoe executed more of those same, thorough, pressing motions, and Takaya sinking so deeply inside the other man screamed and clawed at the shoulder�s moving above him.

He came, still shrieking and panting, Naoe�s hands on the side of his face, cupping him tenderly by the cheeks, as he kissed him and tried to get him back under control.

And getting back his sense, it made him want to first curse his treacherous body. He was so much more excitable than Naoe, and even with roles reversed as they were now, things hadn�t really changed.

It pissed him off.

Naoe rolled off of him with a grunt.

�I need a smoke.� Naoe pulling up his pants leaned over so he could grab his cigarettes from the coffee table. Takaya still catching his breath watched Naoe light up and blow out smoke.

He got an idea. �Hey, give me one.�

Naoe gave him a highly amused look, before replying, �No, you�re too young.� He continued to puff on his cigarette, one of his hands petting his hair playfully and making Takaya bat at it crossly. �So, when�d you start?�

Naoe taking a longer drag, his face going blank for a second, tossed the pack of cigarettes back on the coffee table. �In high school�freshmen year.�

Takaya gave him an �I don�t believe this� stare. �So then, what�s the problem? You know you�re a hypocrite?� He sat up and Naoe reached for him, putting an arm around his shoulder and dragging him down, so he was lying on his side against Naoe�s chest, as Naoe sat against the sofa�s arm.

�It�s not good for you. Your sister wouldn�t appreciate you coming home to her smelling like smoke.� Naoe as he smoked rested his chin on top of Takaya�s soft, dark hair.

�She likes it on you though.� Takaya shot back. He took the bite out of the words by snuggling grumpily--if there was such a thing-- into Naoe�s chest and sighing.

�On me is a different story. You�re still a minor. Be good so your sister doesn�t have to worry about you.� Naoe relaxing against the sofa�s handle and stretching his long legs out pulled Takaya even closer.

�I�m going to fall asleep, and you still won�t let me have a cigarette.�

�Your teachers wouldn�t appreciate it either.� Naoe had yawned right up against his ear, and the sound of it had Takaya lightly punching him in the arm.

�Oi, I can�t fall asleep here, I have school tomorrow, so wake up.� Takaya rubbed his upper arm and Naoe felt his eyelids shudder close. �And while you�re at it, give me a cigarette.� Takaya kissed him on the mouth and Naoe thought this was the best way to spend an afternoon, curled up on the sofa with Takaya. Life really couldn�t get any better. �And it�s not like I�ve never smoked before, or drunk, for that matter. Man, you adults think all kids are stupid and clueless.�

Naoe running his hand over Takaya�s hair and breathing in smoke replied easily, �Still doesn�t change the fact that I�m not giving you cigarettes.�

Takaya kissed him on the neck this time.

He couldn�t get over how good that felt.

�Che. Yarou.�

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The next day in school, he had been called to the Guidance Office, summoned by Mr. Suzuki in second period.

He didn�t want to go, but damn, if Naoe�s words weren�t ringing in his ears. He didn�t want to tip Miya�s and his delicate position any further than he had, so he crabbily made his way down the hallway. He rapped listlessly on the door to the man�s office and when he heard the expected �come in� he slipped into the room.

�Yeah?�

Mr. Suzuki, with pen in hand and forms that Takaya suspected had something to do with him, looked up from his desk. �Ah, hello Takaya-kun? Are you feeling well?� He moved his glasses up. �How is your sister?�

Takaya scratching his head, said, �She�s cool.�

�That�s good to hear.� Mr. Suzuki put down his pen and motioned for him to take a seat in the chair across from him. Takaya plopped down and sat with the same disrespectful regard he always held for authoritative figures, while Mr. Suzuki fumbled with his spectacles.

�Ah, I called you hear today to talk about what you�ve been up to this past month.� He scratched the side of his face, �Last month you missed our sessions, and the month after that, you said there was something you had to take care off�and so forth. I don�t mean to sound rude Takaya-kun, but are you avoiding me?

�No, what would make you think that?� Takaya said sarcastically.

�Oh, I see.� Mr. Suzuki with a strained smile pulled out a piece of paper from one of his folders. Takaya recognized it right away.

�Mr. Yukimura has brought something to my attention yesterday?� He cleared his throat and then the greasy bastard opened the note and began to read the contents. He had to stop himself from wincing at the ending.

�Now, I know how you youngsters like to joke around. Just a silly note.� Mr. Yukimura to demonstrate this claim threw the note to the side. �However, I�m curious. Last semester,� he was pulling out an attendance card,� You missed twenty school days. Takaya-kun, this is very serious, and I know that you wouldn�t have missed school because you were skipping, right?� Mr. Yukimura eyed him and Takaya not knowing how to answer without getting detention, shrugged his shoulders.

�Takaya-kun,� the man said his name with a sign, which meant in adult language that he wasn�t very happy with him right now. �I would like to see you graduate from high school, go onto college and then become a productive member of this society.�

Okay Hitler.

Takaya rolled his eyes.

�And I don�t think you understand the repercussions of your actions. You aren�t being a very good role model for your little sister?�

God, get off my back.

�Miya�s at that age, where she looks to others for guidance and I can�t think of anyone else in her life who would be more important.�

Damn straight.

�But Takaya.�

Now what?

Mr. Suzuki picked up the note again, not willing to let the damn thing say out of the conversation.

�This note, as silly as it is, I know has something to do with all of this.�

Huh?

Takaya quick to change that idea replied nonchalantly, �How you figure?�

�This name�Naoe, is this the same man that picks you up from school sometimes?�

Son of a bitch. Dammit, leave it up to the bastard to use that Ph.D in Psychology when it had something to do with his sex life. Every other subject in his life seemed to take half ass efforts and cheap words to smooth over, but leave it to an adult to catch an affair when it was going on. It just reinforced the idea that all adults were perverts.

�Yeah. So?� If there were ever a time for some random warlord to attack, now would definitely be the time.

�I was a bit thrown off by the name, on these sign-out-sheets it says something else. A Tachibana Yoshiaki, is it?�

C�mon Nobunaga. Attack my stupid school you lazy, dead bastard!
�Well�Naoe�s�his nickname.�

Mr. Suzuki watched him carefully. �Nickname? He looks like he�s in his late twenties.�

The counselor raised an eyebrow expecting him to give him a number.

Damn. �He�s twenty-nine.�

�You two seem�very close if you�re given permission to call him by a nickname�and no titles.�

Rub it in my face you bastard. See what happens to the tires of your car.

�Yeah, he�s a friend.�

�I see.� Mr. Suzuki fixed his glasses for the umpteenth time on the bridge of his nose, and then with a small smile he replied, �It�s good to see you have�an older brother figure in your life.�

Pffffftttttttt.

Mr. Suzuki continued on and Takaya was left to fend for himself against the brother comment. �Although, it seems that this�Tachibana-san isn�t taking his role too�seriously. If he�s letting you miss school like this.�

�Those were important.� Takaya blurted, his fingers gripping the edge of Mr. Suzuki�s desk.

�How?�

�I�� Mr. Suzuki watching him quietly put his hand up to stop him from further contribution.

�It�s alright. I�m not here to condemn you. I would just like to see you well Takaya. You and your sister have it very rough, and as children without parental supervision it is my duty to help set you on the right path.� He smiled at Takaya. �That�s my job and duty to society. And as such, I would like you Takaya-kun to keep in touch with me. I would also like it if I could meet�this Tachibana-san. If it isn�t too much?�

He stared at him for a good minute and Mr. Suzuki smiled again.

�He�s busy, and Nao-Tachibana-san isn�t my guardian.� He said defensively, �I take care of myself and I take care of Miya too.�

Mr. Suzuki held up his hands, as if he was some sort of small animal and he didn�t want to spook him away. �Yes. Yes. I understand, but Takaya-kun, your grades. I�ve been getting complaints from some of your teachers that you�ve failed some tests.�

�Then I�ll try harder.� He said sounding determined.

�I know you will. But your teachers, they want more than just a promise from you. I think it would help them, and mainly you to have someone vouch for you. It would make them feel better if they had reassurance from a�responsible adult that you would do your homework and study for tests.�

�I�guess.� Takaya looking down at his lap, tried to picture his teacher talking to Naoe.

It hurt his head.

�Ah, now that that�s settled, I�ll send you back to class.�

Takaya slumped in his chair, �Great.�

�I�ll be looking forward to speaking with Tachibana-san.�

�Uh huh.� Takaya having opened the door, didn�t even look back, or call out a farewell. He was out the door and shutting it close behind him. His body leaning against it as he tried to figure out what the hell he was going to do now.
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A/N: Ah hahahah�I love to mess with Takaya. I have this weird thing, when I write a fanfiction. I�ll pick the character that is the most trouble in the show, or who talks the most shit and is the meanest to everyone, lets take an example. Hmm�Sanzo from Saiyuki, yes perfect, I�ve written Saiyuki fanfiction. I�ll then go on to take that character and put him/her in the most embarrassing situations that would fit into that universe. Then I make them suffer. I�m starting to think I�m a little evil�but eh, not so much. Right?

Mr. Suzuki, I didn�t make up his character, as we see in the first episode of MOB, Takaya talks about his Welfare Counselor getting on his case. I�m just writing the parts that I�d like to see in the anime: their simple, everyday lives.
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