Ok. I decided to make a new story! Woohoo! Plus I have to update my other ones. Sorry about that.

Summary: Yoh goes to Arukasa high school, but has to get special training as he is a mute. (Can't talk…duh!). When he meets Hao, the sexiest boy in school, he can't believe that someone is actually taking an interest in him. But can Yoh tell him he loves him? And why do they look so alike?

Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Language.

Enjoy!... and please review!

Yoh's POV

I put my hand to the door. Was it really that hard to enter a classroom? The answer was definitely yes. Especially when your entire classroom consists of geeks, sluts, nerds, and gays.

I cast my gaze to the glass panel before I was roughly pushed to the side. The nerve of some people! The red head glanced back to give me a dirty look. How was that my fault? Anyway, upon entering the classroom I decided to not hang my coat on the hooks provided. Last time some jerk had ran past it with a paintbrush.

Fucking dickhead.

Suppressing my anger, I went straight to my usual seat and took my art things out of my bag. The red head from earlier came over to me, her hips swinging purposely from side to side.

Slut.

I managed a total fake smile as she approached. She looked at me and frowned. "Don't even think I was looking at you, you geek." I gave her a wide eyed look as she shouted over my shoulder. "Jason! Be my partner?"

I sighed and returned to unpacking my things. I took out my favorite paintbrush. I had won art awards with this brush. It was the only thing that I truly treasured.

I set up a blank canvas and sat patiently, my head phones on quietly as I waited for the teacher to set the task.

"Class, I want you to paint a scene. A landscape. Figures can be drawn too, but only if you think you are apt to do so."

She walked to my table, so I put down my headphones. She bent down to my level, so I was meeting her eyes.

"Yoh, I should think you are drawing a figure in your landscape too… am I correct?"

But… I don't like drawing people, much less painting them!

I pouted, hoping she would get the message. She obviously didn't. giving up, I sighed and bobbed my head in a sheepish nod.

"I look forward to seeing your final piece Mr. Asakura."

Mr. Asakura? You make it sound like I'm going on 40 years old…

I watched her walk away and turned my attention to the blank canvas, wagging the paintbrush between my fingers, before setting it down on the table and picking up my pencil. My drawing tool for today. I mean, there was no way I could draw and paint it all in the same lesson.

My shoulders heaved. I can't think. I mean, what am I supposed to draw? I need something…something…

My thoughts didn't seem to work anymore. I looked out of the window, towards the soccer field. I had seen it many times, there was nothing good about the soccer field.

It was who was on the soccer field.

I had seen so many jocks that all looked alike. Bleached blonde hair and huge pectorals. And the cheerleaders were the same too. Not muscular of course! Lithe and slender, and blonde…

But among all these populars, there was one head of shaggy chocolate like hair that stood out from the crowd.

Hao Asakura.

I'd only ever heard about him from rumors. I mean, he was supposed to be a mean person, but seeing him smile and he kicked around the inflated piece of rubber, it was kind of hard to believe.

Almost unconsciously, my hand moved to the canvas. It stared as a quick sketch. First there were the stands, for the audience. Always do the background first. That's what he has been told, anyway. Next came the cheerleaders, each with their own set of pom poms.

Then came the jocks. All muscular and blonde.

Then there was the ball. That was always important on the soccer field.

Duh…

Then came him. He was the figure I spent most time over, sketching every line with complete precision. I drew him kicking the ball, to score the winning goal.

I leaned back on my toes a little. It's perfect, if I do say so myself. Which I can't…

I frowned. That was stupid.

I took out a plastic sheet to cover my work with. I didn't want it getting spoilt. And I had yet to finish it at home.

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Clutching the canvas tightly to my chest, I walked past the old oak tree that sat snugly at the side of our school. I looked out over the buildings, as I was pushed aside for the second time today. I decided to move, before the throngs of people poured from the school doors.

Too late. Oh man…

I tried to side step away from them, only to bump into Jason. Probably the most well known jock there was in school. I fell on my ass, dropping everything I had carried.

"Hey art geek, bump into me again and you'll know about it next time. Got it?"

Well, actually I got the feeling I knew about it this time, Mr. yell-at-the-guy-you-just-knocked-on-his-ass…

I stood, my head to the side. I didn't want to look him in the face. God knows what would happen.

"Hey! Are you even listening?"

Yeah! I have heard every word you have said, now get the hell outta my face. You don't wanna see me when I'm angry…

Jason was apparently not talking either when he kicked my in the stomach, and kicked my canvas until it broke.

No… my work…

"Hey! Stop it… fuck off you guys!"

I lifted my head to meet my own watery eyes, to a completely identical pair of onyx orbs that gave the impression of melting tar.

"You ok?"

Uh…not really… jerk… you could have jumped in sooner…

"I could have not jumped in at all."

Huh? Did he just answer my thought? How the fuck did he do that?

"Later. Here"

I took my hand I the one he offered. It's so warm and soft. Ugh…why am I even thinking like this?

"Sorry about those guys."

It's alright.

"You know… when someone helps you… you are supposed to say thank you."

Thank you! Thank you!

"You're welcome."

I decided not to question his strange ways and gathered my things. He picked up my canvas, which was now completely ruined, snapped clean in half.

"Sorry about this. I'll help to make a new one if you want"

Heh… do you even know anything about art?

"Not really, but I could be of some help…right?"

I decided not to push it… but I couldn't help myself. I smirked and nodded.

I could help you in art…if you wanted…

He laughed. His laugh was so, comforting. I smiled and tilted my head to look at him. He was…nice.

Probably one of those guys that every girl dreams of…

"You'd be surprised." His laugh grew louder.

I looked down sheepishly.

My hand was still in his.

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Yay! A new story! This is now my new fav! I hope you enjoyed it. If you have any questions or suggestions.. Please let me know!

Hao: please? Otherwise…we don't get fed…

Yoh: or light…

Hao: and it's so dark in this little closet…

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