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Title: Sometimes
Author: Wearable Bishounen
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes it�s hard to leave the ones you love. Sometimes you find a new love at the most unexpected times and in unusual places. Sometimes the Pretear can be a male.
Disclaimer: We�authors Lennith and Cheza-chan�do not own Pretear in any way. If we did� well, some of you might not be able to watch the show.
A/N: This fanfiction is being transferred from Fanfiction.net to AdultFanFiction.net until both are caught up with the proper amount of chapters. Thank you.

Chapter One � Explosive Encounters
"You little brat!"
The boy laughed, giving the shop owner that yelled after him the finger. He ran through the alleys, arms full of stolen fireworks for his own special "festival" during the Kawachi Ondo Dance. Forced into participating in some way because of the school, he was doing just that. His yukata was probably still hanging on the wall of his room where he'd left it.
"Kurasaki!"
He yelled as he was thrown off course and from his feet, rolling several feet before finally stopping. Icy gray eyes glared up at the offender.
"Well, if it isn't Izumi-chan," the taller figure leered. "What are you doing out by yourself after dark, Izumi-chan?"
Izumi Kurasaki immediately recognized the sneer and voice as that of Jun, his most constant tormentor from school. "Urusei, bastard!" he spat out. He attempted to regain his footing but was shoved back to the ground. Three other boys had surrounded him�Jun's lackeys.
"What was that? I can hardly understand you with that ridiculous accent of yours, whelp," Jun chuckled, pinning Izumi beneath him. Izumi managed to get a swift jab with a knee to his attacker's chest, but Jun was still older, bigger and stronger. A ring of sniggers and jeers came from the other boys. "Stupid little Kansai brat thinks he can do whatever he wants just because daddy has money eh?"
"I SAID, URUSEI! Let me go already, you prick!"
"Tsk tsk, such a mouth on you," Jun leered closer. "Such a shame, you're so cute but you have such an ugly mouth."
Izumi seethed angrily as he felt Jun's hand running down his chest. "I said let me GO!" With a swift movement Izumi kneed Jun in the groin and rolled out from under him. Abandoning his trophy of fireworks he made to get away, but two of Jun's bullies caught him before he made more than five paces. "Bastards! Let me g�!"
Izumi's shout was interrupted with a swift punch to his mouth, followed by another to his stomach and another to his face again. With a whimper, he crumpled to his knees, preparing for more pain, pain that never came. His panicked mind picked up the sounds of the bullies being beaten and stampeded off as if it were happening far away. He was still waiting for the punches to fall when a voice finally registered clearly.
"Are you ok? Can you stand up?"
Izumi hesitantly raised his eyes to see a concerned young face framed by white hair. He watched as the young man knelt, reaching out for the nearest fireworks while still staring at him. Izumi snorted distastefully and spat blood to the side. "I'm fine," he grumbled, snatching up his stolen objects and grabbing up the rest.
Plum-colored eyes sparked with growing irritation. "Now I see why they beat you up."
Izumi rounded on him. "I didn't ask for your help! I don't even know where you came from, in the middle of the night and everything, like some damn fairy tale hero."
"I should've let them all take a turn kicking your ass then, and simply watched from the shadows."
The two males glared daggers at each other, refusing to back down. Izumi relented first though, when he heard the beginning sounds of the festival. "Shimatta," he hissed. He checked for any missing packages and brushed past his savior, continuing back to the house.
Mannen scowled as he stared after the retreating figure. "Saving him took me off track of finding the new Pretear." He sighed and muttered something about being "too old for this type of work" before disappearing.
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The rogue teenager kicked the door shut while also taking off his shoes, then proceeded to run up to his room.
His father had other plans. "Kurasaki."
Izumi seethed and cursed internally but kept a placated look on his face as he walked into his father's home office. He didn't even bother hiding the fireworks as he knelt, head bowed.
The renowned man stared at his son, a lost cause. "I'm not even going to ask why you did it," he sighed, "But I want you to go back tomorrow and pay for every last one."
"Hai, otou-sama," Izumi said through gritted teeth.
"Now, go get ready."
"Hai," he repeated, standing and finally running up to his room. His dark blue yukata, matching his dark-brown-streaked ebony hair, with the white edges was just where he left it. Izumi kicked off his dirty clothes, dropped his stolen ware, and grabbed himself a quick shower.
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"Kawaii yo," Shin giggled, admiring the yukata he'd created for himself. Hajime laughed, both of them talking excitedly about the Festival. The only quiet ones amongst the Leafe Knights were Hayate, who was always brooding, and Mannen; he was still irked by the earlier meeting. His hands were hidden in the long sleeves of the ice-blue yukata as he crossed his arms.
The younger Knights noticed, drawn by the unusually fierce scowl on his face. "Mannen-nii?" Hajime murmured, "Doushita no?"
An involuntary smile graced the Ice Knight's face at the "-nii" his friends still added to his name. "It's nothing. Don't worry."
"Un!" Both smiled.
"As fun as it is, how are we supposed to find the Pretear out of about ten thousand people?" Goh interrupted, bringing them back to the reality of their mission. His dark red yukata complimented his eyes and hair.
"We bump into as many people as we can," Kei chuckled softly.
The Fire Knight glared at him but grinned. "Aa, I guess that's all we can do."
Sasame smiled at their childish reasoning, but could do nothing but agree also. They were never told the Pretear�s exact location but always managed to find her. "Ready?" he asked.
The boys chorused "hai" while the other nodded.
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Further across town, an 18-year-old mischievous boy was rushing towards the same festival, a smug smirk on his bruised, but handsome face. He slipped his hand into his yukata, reassuring himself that his "borrowed celebration materials" were securely in place before sliding into the tightly packed crowd of the festival.
It was easy to slip through the crowds unnoticed; everyone was far too consumed with the quick tempo of the Kawachi Ondo dance, the bright lights, and the sake to pay too much attention to teenage scamp. Dodging through the waves of excited and tipsy people, he struggled to get closer to the riverbank, where he could set off his collection of fireworks without causing too much trouble when a firm grip on his arm jerked him back.
"Uwaa! Kurasaki-kun, buy me a dumpling!" A red-cheeked girl attached herself to his arm, smiling flirtatiously.
"Let me go, I'm busy," Izumi snarled in reply, trying to pull away from the girl though he failed.
"Oh, don't be so rude, Kurasaki-kun," she giggled, a dark crossing across her face. "Jun-nii-san wants to play with you after the festival."
Izumi's gray eyes narrowed angrily. "I said, let me go," he hissed and jerked out of her grasp, sending himself flying into another body in the crowd.
"Itai! Oi, watch where you're going!" The man caught his shoulders to keep the smaller boy from crashing to the ground. "Eh? You again?"
Kurasaki blinked up to see a familiar face. The same deep amethyst eyes and pale white hair, it was the same guy who had saved him from the bullies. "Shouldn't I be the one saying that? Are you following me?" Izumi accused hastily to cover his momentary loss.
"Mannen-nii, are you alright?" A delicate gold-haired boy in a pale green yukata appeared from the crowd and tugged on Mannen's sleeve.
"Just fine, Shin. This arrogant brat just about bowled me over, though," Mannen huffed, releasing his grip on Izumi a bit hesitantly. �He feels like... but this stupid brat couldn't be��
"Oh, are you ok? Your face is bruised!" Shin reached to touch Izumi's cut and bruised cheek, which had opened again.
Izumi flinched away from the soft fingers and growled. "What is with you guys?! Leave me alone! Stop following me," he snarled as he ran away, disappearing in the sea of festive yukatas.
Shin bit his lip, a little hurt by the stranger's reaction. At fifteen years old, he had grown up a lot, but he was still gentle and sensitive by nature as he had been as a child. "Mannen-nii... you met him before?"
Mannen groaned in annoyance at the memory. "Yes, while I was out on patrol. He was getting harassed by some brats so I helped him out." He huffed again. "Some thanks he shows me."
"Did you feel it, too?" Shin asked seriously.
"Yes, just now... but I was hoping it was my imagination." Mannen's face grew serious as well. He tucked his arms back into is billowing sleeves. "I haven't heard of a male Pretear before... though I can't remember there ever being anything against it. This is a bit of a surprise though, and the kid seems to be trouble."
Shin blinked innocently. "That was a boy? He was so pretty, even all beat up, that I thought he was a girl!" The youngest knight indulged himself with a little giggle.
"Mou, you're one to talk, Shin-chan." Mannen grinned and ruffled his friend's hair teasingly. "One of these days Kei will actually get you in a dress."
Shin blushed a little and frowned. "Don't make fun of me, I'm just as tough as everyone else."
"Hai hai, it's not your fault you never outgrew the marshmallow cheeks. No, no! Don't cry, Shin, I'm just teasing..."
Izumi watched as the older of the two consoled the crying boy out of sight by the side of a stand. He shook his head, sighing, and turned away, trying not to be deterred. Pulling out the fireworks one by one, he set them up at the original placement by the riverbank, but facing the festivities. Izumi smirked and searched the many folds of his yukata for the match. "Kuso..."
"Need a light?"
He yelled, spinning around so fast that he fell off balance. A hand reached out, grabbing his, and a bright spark emitted from the touch, propelling the boy back into the shallow water.
"Uso...!" Goh sputtered, staring at his hand. Wide red eyes then turned to the boy.
Izumi sat, almost motionless, in the freezing water, his dark bangs hiding his eyes. He raised his head and spotted the pack of matches lying just out of the water's reach. He stood slowly, pausing as water poured from his soaked outfit, and headed for the box.
"Ano sa�"
"Don't... talk to me. Don't even breathe in my direction." The boy's voice was chipped, laced with malice. "I've had it with all of you freaks. I might as well let that bastard Jun have his way with me."
Goh blinked a few times, tilting his head. "You are a boy, right?" He raised his hands defensively at the deadly glare then looked down at the fireworks. "Lighting those could cause a problem for the festival."
Izumi's smirk returned and he drawled, "I know."
The Fire Knight sweatdropped, hanging his head. "An insane male Pretear... I can just picture the thrilled Hayate that'll be on our hands." His sweatdrop grew in size as he groaned loudly.
"What the hell is a Pretear?" Izumi muttered, already on the fifth firework.
"It's�Whoa! What are you doing?!" Goh ducked as the object was shot off with a loud whistling sound. The rest followed close behind, Izumi's laughter rising above the noise and people's screams, shouts, and yells. "Baka!" the Fire Knight yelled, hands over his ears.
"Never mess with a Kurasaki, as otou-sama puts it," Izumi snuffed, staring at his handy work of the sparking and bursting lights low in the sky.
Goh grumbled softly then grabbed the boy's arm, firmly but gently, and pulled him alongside the water, further away from the chaos that was growing.
"Let me go! Let me go, hentai!"
"You could tell that already?" Goh grinned sheepishly, still walking.
Izumi blanched and struggled more but to no avail. His mind subconsciously cried for his usual savior, and got its wish. The trio of the youngest Knights appeared as Goh stopped, Mannen scowling. Izumi swore his arm was pulled from the socket before his yukata sleeve ripped and he was freed. He paid it no mind and ran from what he would classify as "freaks" into the frantic crowd, hoping to lose them. 'I'm going to die,' his mind cried, 'This is for all my bad deeds. They've come to take me to Hell, that's what it is.'
The dark-haired boy inhaled sharply, doubling over with his arms around his stomach. Izumi hadn't paid much attention to his wounds but now they were screaming out to him. His vision blurred and he felt his body falling before he could do much about the spinning lights and distorted sounds.
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"Mannen, what the hell happened?" It was an unfamiliar voice�cold, clipped, serious voice.
�This brat got himself beaten up, set off an arsenal of fireworks and then ran himself unconscious." Ah, that voice I know...
"Apparently, but we don't have time to be helping every stray child we come across, Mannen, not even cute girls."
"He is the next Pretear, Hayate."
A brief moment of silence.
"He?"
"Yes, he, Hayate," said another voice. The creep who shoved me in the water and tried to molest me... "As unusual as it is, it appears our next Pretear-hime is male."
Pretear... that's what they called me� Hime?
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