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Thirteen
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Kisaragi quietly pushed through the door, seeing Hasukawa
asleep at his desk. The boy with the light rose tresses smiled gently,
tip-toeing over to turn off the lamp. The stressed-out walking ulcer
really didn't know how to enjoy a weekend, but at least he was trying.
Shun reminded himself again that tonight it was just not worth going crazy over
anything. He groaned and rubbed his slightly stung eyes, hugging himself
as the cool breeze swept in from their own window. He leaned over and
shut it, hoping the noise wouldn't wake Kazuya.
Shun glanced at his watch, its light green glow filtering
through the dense darkness. He read the time, frowning. Pausing for just
a moment, he reached over and turned the lamp back on, poking Hasukawa hard in
the arm. "It's only nine o clock! Get up!"
"Wagh! Saint Peter!"
Shun shook his head as Kazuya-kun tried to get his
orientation straight. "Dreaming about school? Oh Suka-chan. .
." Hasukawa squinted and looked at him with a groan. Shun smiled and
returned with a yawn. "Yeah, I'm kinda sleepy, too."
"Then why did you wake me up?!"
"Sleepy doesn't mean I'm going to bed so
pulled Suka to his feet and threw him to the center of the room.
"C'mon! Stop wasting time with sleep and schoolwork and . . . the
things you require. Let's talk! It's a party night! You've been quiet
lately." Kazuya stared back blankly before dropping to his knees on the
floor.
"If I vomit, can we talk about that?"
Shun shook his head, sighing. "C'mon,
Suka-chan, humor me." The redhead tapped his chin and relaxed a bit,
resting back on his elbows. "What did you do all day?"
"Actually, I did hear something interesting from
next door. Like the two were fighting."
"The sempais?" Shun inquired.
"Yeah, but I think it was just their normal
throes." Hasukawa shrugged as his eyes wandered between the desk and Shun's
hanging uniform. "Took a lot of time to do schoolwork. If I
pace it right, I should have all of tomorrow night free." He jumped as
Kisaragi began to clap his hands cheerfully.
"Excellent!" he squealed. "We're
hanging out, no questions asked. What do you want to do?" Hasukawa's
eyes widened.
"You're awfully chipper for this time of night. I
kinda want to finish up. Sure you don't wanna go to bed?" Shun would have
responded with something between a light slap and a 'psh' had not a knock of
wood and a door slam next door not disrupted them both.
"Shut up,
Shinobu!!"
The two in 210 remained silent, no sounds following the
outburst. Shun felt that he knew pretty much what it was all about while
Hasukawa merely heard in and out a few other bursts of anger in Shun's
absence. He could barely pieces together what was going on between the
two over there, but it was not good, he could tell. Shun spoke up quietly,
pulling Kazuya from his fragmented thoughts. "I forgot about
them," he mumbled.
"What do you mean?" Shun, feeling as though
he'd explained it before, went back over his theories of the sempais being
gay. Hasukawa-kun surprisingly agreed, putting the pieces of what he
heard while Shun was in the bath in with appropriate parts of Shun's
idea. He sat almost stunned, the entire ordeal majestically making a lot
of sense. At least, Shun made it seem that way. Déjà vu. . .
"Well," Shun then mused, "what do you
think this all calls for?"
Hasukawa managed a shrug and yawned. Shun shook his
head for a moment, swooning somewhere inside. After having had come to
terms with a few things, Shun was finding to easier to feed into his strange
attraction. Man, Hasukawa looks cute just
about any time. Shun stared at him a for a moment long before rubbing his own
eyes. Alright, brain, keep acting
up why don't ya. If you're gonna keep insisting I like him, maybe this calls
for sleep, instead?
What happens next? :
[Plot! PLOT FOR YOUR
LIFE!] – Go to Chapter Eighteen (
[Get some sleep.] – Go to
Chapter Twenty-Six (