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Forty

�� Shun took a deep breath and got to his feet, wordlessly
shifting to the door. Peering over his shoulder, his face abandoned a sad
frost and he grinned for the first time in a few hours. Watching Hasukawa
sit there like a lost puppy, besides being adorable in any case, was just too
heart-warming a scene to allow any ill thoughts to permeate it. He held
the smile, soft eyes in the shining noon sun. He looked to the drawn
blinds then back to Suka's questioning expression.

�� "I'll be back, Suka-chan . . . I just need some
air." Kazuya nodded dumbly, watching as Shun left into the surprisingly
non-bustling hallway. Despite nearing lunchtime on the weekend, no one
was about. Either the entire second floor had gone to an early lunch or
every other pair was experiencing the troubles Shun was. Now that would be a laugh. Chuckling a
bit, Shun made sure he shut the door and was relieved to see that he could
still enjoy himself in thoughts of Hiro's infirmary
being overloaded with head trauma cases.

�� The situation wasn't so bad as Shun first figured it
was. Naturally, it was just hard to talk about the problem with the
problem. Thus, Shun put his best bets on the sempais. He smirked a bit as he stood there in the empty hall, realizing
that he'd bothered them consistently for the last twelve hours. If they
were that way, then Shun sure wasn't
giving them the time to act on it. On that thought he gave himself a
moment to think, realizing more and more that he couldn't escape his
self-discovery anymore. Denial had lost again, run down in the name of
the truth.

�� Shun was gay, he knew it and was sure of it. The
problems with it did not come from it being true, rather, from Hasukawa and him
living a potential fantasy. And he was right, living such a fraud, however
short and surprising it may have been lived, was neither healthy nor fair for
either of them. Even if Shun could keep it up forever he knew that it
would murder him inside, not knowing whether or not he need to be a girl for
Suka-chan to . . . love him. . .

�� It had to be love, and it had to be such a bang to the
back of his red little head. An unfortunate occurrence that Shun severely
wished had not happened, no matter how truth telling it could potentially
be. After all, what if Suka just loved Shun and nothing but? What
if gender wasn't the role and a miscalculated contrivance gumming up Suka's
already boggled and rattled mind?

�� Somewhere, or rather, most everywhere Shun cursed all bed
frames to hell and back. Although, it was nice to hear that he was loved
on plains higher than friendship. Given that last few days for
retrospection, Shun was pretty well settling into his own self-admission, but
detested highly that he would have to hide that to be a straight girl. He
would not have it.

�� So, he thought, making small steps to the room next
door, this is who I am. . .

�� And no, it wasn't a bad thing. It was new, if it had
to be anything, and while no one heard him, he felt instantly better having
said it. He felt a vice grip on his soul release, the raw flood of truth
pouring through him as a wave carrying all things real about himself crashed
down upon him. Shun was who he was and that was damn well fine with him.

�� And with all that in mind, he smiled.

�� "Sempais?" he quietly asked, wrapping on the
door lightly. There was a shuffle behind the wood before Shinobu opened
the door, a somewhat irritated grin on his face. Shun blushed a little as
an apology and ducked in as his upperclassman waved him by. He weakly
raised a hand to Mitsuru who sat back reading a book. Yeah, a book.

�� Shutting the door, Shinobu walked back over and sat Shun
down on the floor. "Alright. From the beginning."

�� "Er, gotcha."

�� Mitsuru finished the last few lines and slid down to the
floor to answer the stares of both boys. "Really, Shun, you've been
bothering us far too frequently." He grinned as Shun hmphed, settling back against the
bed.

�� "Well excuse me for suffering the EVERYDAY PROBLEMS OF LIFE WITH A LITTLE LESS
TACT!" Silence followed as he coughed. "Gosh. . ." He
shut his eyes and took a breath, exhaling slowly as he began. "I've
never been more sure of the situation before now. Due to some odd . . .
um, things, I've come to accept that
I, Kisaragi Shun, like guys. .
." He looked warily to Shinobu who then nodded.

�� "We'd sort of come to that conclusion." Shun
slumped.

�� "Sorta obvious." Kisaragi stuck out his tongue,
resisting all urges to flip them off. "So," Mitsuru began, "it's
Hasukawa-kun, eh?"

�� Shun nodded sullenly. "It is . . . I. . . He
means everything to me, sempais, but that said 'happening' sorta screwed
everything up." He suddenly grinned. "However . . . had it not
occurred, I may not have come to realize so son that I was, ah . . . gay. I'm
actually kind of happy�"

�� Both from room 211 raised their brows in an exchange of
glances before returning the gazes to Shun. "Exactly what
happened?" Shinobu questioned.

�� "Oh, ah, we were talking," Shun said rather
quickly, causing Shinobu to immediately, though clandestinely suspect
something. "And that's when � WHAM! Suka-chan banged his head bad . . . and going against my better
judgment, I decided not to take him to Hiro-kun. And
this morning he kissed me. . ."

�� "This sounds awfully familiar," Mitsuru
muttered.

�� "And it turns out that I'm his girlfriend."

�� The blond blinked once or twice, looked to Shinobu, back
to Shun, back to Shinobu, to the ceiling, at his hands and finally, with a
confused pout and folded brow, back to Shun. "Wha?"

�� "He thinks that, not only am I a girl, but that I'm his girl. . . If it weren't for the
whole 'me being a man' thing I really wouldn't mind playing along. . ."

�� "Well, technically," Shinobu murmured, "if
you were a girl you wouldn't be
playing along."

�� "True that."

�� "Er," Mitsuru
interjected, hopping to his feet, "am I the only one seeing that this is,
at best, a catastrophe? I mean, Hasukawa having these kind of thought
mingling with those kind of feelings can produce nothing but trouble."

�� "I know," Shun sighed, "I thought about
all this. . ."

�� "Must have been that bash to the head. . ."
Shinobu said thoughtfully, staring at Shun and his slouching posture.
"And while this is cataclysmic in proportion, I speculate that it could
become worse."

�� "How could it get worse?!" Shun shrieked.

�� "This way, for instance." Shinobu stood and
cleared his throat, illustrating his hands through the air. He placed one
on his chin and pulled Mitsuru next to him. "Oh, it's my girlfriend,
Mit-chan."

�� Mitsuru's eyebrows rose as he stepped away, eying his
roommate cautiously. "What are you doing?"

�� His roommate kicked him in the shin. "Play
along."

�� "Um . . . I'm a boy?" Mitsuru shrugged, hopping
to cover himself as Shinobu dropped to his knees in a scream.

�� "Nooo!!"
Shinobu pulled his hand up to his chest and places his hand near his heart,
digging his fingers through his shirt and into his flesh. "No! My life is over! The fiery pangs of a life of lies pierces my very soul!"
He then dropped to his stomach, making Shun scoot back a bit as Shinobu clawed
at the ground. "The love of my
life is gone! FLUNG OUT OF THE
SUNLIGHT THAT IS MY BELOVED AS I NOW SIT IN ETERNAL DARKNESS! BROODING IN
THE SHADOW OF DEATH AS MY ONE TRUE SOULMATE IN THIS MORTAL COIL UNMASKS THE
BRUTAL FACE OF THE HORRIBLE REALITY THAT IS UNREQUITED AFFECTION! WHY
GOD, WHY!!" Flinching, Shinobu failed to move, gurgling as he lay on
the floor.

�� Shun gasped and held his hands to his mouth. "No! That won't happen!
Never!"

�� Shinobu coughed and got to his knees, moving to sit on
his rear. Mitsuru still stood rigid, confused beyond words.
"It's possible. If you don't do this right, you could give poor Hasuskawa-kun an aneurysm or just make him go crazy.
You have to do this gently and time it right. Thus, I think it would be
best if you did play along for just a
little while. Maybe you should wear some padding�"

�� Shun's features darkened as he crossed his arms, dipping
his head down with a scowl. "Absolutely
not."

�� "Alright, at least pretend."

�� "How long?" Shun asked skeptically.

�� "A month. We can probably start making bets�"

�� "What?! I'll never pull that off! What
happens if he catches me bathing?!"

�� "Alright," he said with relenting tone, "a
week."

�� "No, too risky."

�� "I'd definitely say at least a day or two
more. Just try and stay in contact with him, alright?"

�� "I dunno," Shun frowned. "That might
be a little hard . . . no uh, pun intended."

�� Mitsuru made a face. "Oh, Shun, jeeze. . ." He took a seat next to the pink-haired boy
and gave him a pat on the back. "I guess I can sympathize.
Love is an odd thing to try and trifle with. . ." he spoke gently, keeping
his gaze to the floor. Shun and Shinobu both cast eyes his way as he
spoke.

�� "Sometimes it's just not a question of why love
happens. It comes more to the point of where it takes you. Love
isn't something that comes from a bang to the head or anything, it's all a
feeling from deep within. If you seriously love Hasukawa-kun, and I mean
on all planes of emotion, by mental and even physical means, then you will not
let his being a little . . . confused stop you. After all, concussions
don't just create something as unexplainable as love. If he really loves
you now, regardless of who he thinks
you are, he loved you then and it's likely that he still will.

�� "The tempest that is love doesn't care about who
partakes of what it has to offer. It's up to you to chase it down.
A guy doesn't so much love a girl based on appearances, after all, that's what
lust is for. Love is certainly not limited to gender. And while it
takes on many forms, the kind of love you feel for Kazuya is not picky in who
you two are. If you can love him as a friend, you can love him as something
more." Mitsuru took a deep breath. "Make sense?"

�� Shun sat in total amazement. "Wow. Deep."

�� "Just like this one girl I loved that Shinobu
tromped all over�"

�� Shun quickly hopped to his feet, running for the door in
the attempt to escape the small atomic altercation that would occur if he
didn't skate the heck outta there. "Well, gotta go!" He was quickly out the door, the latch
clicking to mark an exit.

�� "So," Shinobu grinned, "do you love me as
a friend, Socrates?"

�� Mitsuru managed to return the smile, moving to sit next
to his bunkmate. "Depends." He shivered for a moment as a hand
found its way up his back and along his neck. "In that case,
yeah."

-o-

�� The next few days actually hadn't passed with too much
incident. Barring the kissy faces Hasukawa made
at him, and the fact that their classes and baths did a good job of separating
the two, they hadn't really fallen under too much illicit contact. While
the redhead did insist on a few embraces goodnight � one time Shun actually
getting to it first � bedtime, too, didn't seem to be much of a problem.

�� It was around the third day that things began to come
under complication. Shun left early that morning in his becoming-routine
to escape Suka's morning charms. He hated to do it, sure, but every time
Kazuya's lips brushed his it just made him feel like dying. It felt so
good, but it was also something that he didn't deserve. It was for onna-Shun, not otoko-Shun.
He sighed as he shut the door, hearing his buddy stir in bed � he'd be up in
about twenty minutes. He figured a walk would take all the negativity right out
of him.

�� Again, the day seemed to run its normal course, his
stomach beginning to get uppity as lunchtime rolled around. The sensei's
words began to lose coherency as the clock chimed, all of Ryokuto off in a
frenzy to get a decent meal. Thus, most of them hit the town. Shun,
however, remained loyal to the cafeteria and his three closest friends.
Well, closest friends and seemingly first boyfriend. Not that the rest of
Greenwood had
to find out.

�� As usual, Shun was first to arrive, followed quickly by
Mitsuru who took his place across the table. They merely exchanged a
glance before Shun just gave a labored sigh, stabbing an egg roll with his
chopsticks.

�� "It's tough, sempai."

�� "What all's happened?"

�� "He just acts so damn casual about it . . . and it's
really hard to go either way. Either I want to strangle him or I want to
confess everything and. . ." he blushed a bit and
knew damn well that Mitsuru saw according to the laugh he got.
"Well, you can guess as to that much."

�� "Good to be loved, ne?"

�� Shun put his head down, careful to move his food
first. "I thought it was,
but it's like putting my ribcage through a vice grip . . . if I dwell on it, it
gets hard to breathe. . ." Mitsuru frowned.

�� "This doesn't sound healthy. It may be time to
start letting him into the loop. But that would have to be the hard part,
wouldn't it�"

�� "Oi, Shun-chan, are you alright?"

�� Mitsuru glanced up. "Oh, speak of the
devil." Shun straightened, sweeping his hair back and freezing when
Suka delivered a modest kiss to his cheek. He tried before to dissuade
Kazuya from doing such things in public, just to keep kosher and all, and until
now, Hasukawa obeyed.

�� "Suka-chan, not here!" Shun whispered
frantically, a deep red plastered on his face.

�� Suka grinned, elbowing Shun a bit. "Don't
worry about it, I'm just glad to see you . . . I mean, I haven't really gotten
the chance to sit down with you these last few days. Besides," he
beamed, a wide smile on his face, "no one saw except Mit-sempai."
Shun couldn't help but soften at his friend's gaze, nodding slowly as a hand
found its way to stroking his back. For those few moments, he didn't
mind.

�� "Wow," Mitsuru laughed as Hasukawa desisted and
got to eating, "that was almost cute."

�� "Hey!" Shun said in defense, crossing his
arms. "What do you mean almost?!"

�� "Yeah," Kazuya agreed, picking up a halved
piece of sushi with his chopsticks, "look at her face." Shun was
glowing, sitting with his hands folded in his lap.

�� "Yes," Shinobu agreed, taking his seat,
"she's adorable. You're a lucky guy, Hasukawa." Shun's eyes
widened as he looked to his sempai, his face screaming for an answer to
"what the hell are you doing?!" He was about to voice his question
when food bumped his lips.

�� "Open up," Suka said coolly, holding out his
chopsticks. Shun looked his way, a little surprised, but obediently
opened his mouth for Hasukawa to feed him. His resident flush took a
permanent stay for the remainder of lunch as he watched the sempais exchange
amused grins. Shun was almost a little disappointed when the bell rang
seemingly seconds later; he bade a reluctant goodbye to Suka-chan until school
would be out for the day.

�� Soon it was, quicker than Kisaragi could have figured as
he disappeared into his own dreamworld. But it
ended, Shun on a slow walk back to the Hall with his coat slung back over his
shoulder. He stopped by a park bench to sit for a little bit and watch
the fall day progress. He sighed a little, remembering back to how . . .
pleasing lunch was. Somehow, it didn't bother him that a few people saw
him being fed like a child by his one and only Suka-chan.

-o-

�� And the days continued like that. With each passing hour
both Shun and Hasukawa grew bolder, and while the whispers around Greenwood confused Kazuya,
they did nothing to stop Shun from loving ever second of attention. It was two
days later when he was thinking about that very same thing, planted on the very
same park bench. He was sure he head that g-word circle around his ears a few
times but it felt right, to say the least.

�� "Wow. . . this can't last. It's tearing me up
inside. . ." He sighed, leaning forward as he gripped his stomach.
"Damnit. . ."

�� "Shun-chan?" He hopped as a hand fell on his
shoulder, sweeping his hair back so that a whisper of breath may pass by his
ear. He caught his own, leaning back as the hand stroked up through his
long hair. "You okay? I didn't see you after�"

�� "Suka-chan. .
." he interrupted, sitting back to stare back at him. "I'm fine, I
think. . ." He gave him a smile as Hasukawa took a seat next to him,
looping the hand that played with his hair around his shoulder. Shun
tensed for a moment but relaxed into it, leaning on Suka as a breeze swept
by. "Nice day," he murmured.

�� "Yeah. . ." He tipped his head so that it
connected with the top of Shun's, making the other boy sink into his
side. It was Hasukawa's recent growth that had made this quite cozy.
"Makes me appreciate the kind of beauty I have."

�� Shun couldn't help but giggle, shaking his head a
bit. "Suka-chan, that was either very corny or very
insightful." He grinned up at his companion who returned the expression.

�� "Which would you like, Shun-chan?"

�� "Profound, I guess." The two fell into silence
as another leaf-carrying wind swept by, causing Shun to cuddle a bit closer to
what he'd like to call his own. Hasukawa was quick to tighten his grasp,
the two sitting like that as the minutes passed and as the sun began to drop on
the horizon. A few more eternities skipped by, what seemed like a bit too
fast, before Shun managed to get up, feeling Suka's hand fall from his leg.

�� "C'mon," he yawned, "let's go home."

What happens next? :

[They take a shortcut through a
park.] � Go to Chapter Fifty-One (51)

[They stop by the store.] � Go
to Chapter Fifty-Five (55)
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