Title: High School Drama
Chapter: Kissing In The Bedroom
Author: Raserei Hojo
Summary: Ansem, sixteen years old, was thrust into high school. He agreed to go only because he thought he'd meet sexy girls… But he soon finds out the real reason he stays is to get to know The Senior.
Rating: T
Feedback: Very much so desired!
Story Warnings: Male/Male, shounen-ai
Pairings: Sephiroth/Ansem
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters of Final Fantasy VII or Kingdom Hearts belong to Squaresoft. Any that are NOT recognizable belong to me. However, feel free to use them in any story you wish.

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The feeling of his first day at school washed over Ansem again as he stared at the tiny little brick house. It was in-between two nicer, larger homes, definitely looking out of place. An air of gloominess hung over tiny place, and for a brief moment, Ansem thought of going back to the palace.

No, he told himself. I'm not going to chicken out now. I'm a man! I'm going to go in there and figure out what the hell is wrong with Sephiroth! And why he kissed me! ….But we're both guys. "This is making my head hurt…"

After a few deep breaths, Ansem mustered up all of his manly courage and walked up to the door, and he knocked.

The door flew open, revealing a tall man with greasy black hair pulled back in a pony tail. A pair of thick-lens glasses were halfway down the ridge of his nose making him look deceitful and scheming, while his starch white lab coat made Ansem's eyes water. "Can I help you, young boy?"

"I'm Prince Ansem. I was wondering…"

"Oh my, the prince! Come in, come in!" The professor took Ansem by the arm and forcefully pulled him into the house, closing the door with a faint squeak. Being alone with a man that looked psychotic didn't seem like the best idea, but he would have to bear with the professor if he was going to see Sephiroth.

"Erm… Thank you." Ansem nervously glanced around the living room, which was surprisingly well furnished. There was a coffee table surrounded by three black leather chairs, a dark wood cabinet was in the corner, and the entire room was well-lit by an eloquently made floor lamp. "You've got…a really nice home."

"Why, thank you, Your Highness. Now then, have a seat." He gestured towards the three chairs. "I'm Professor Hojo, if you don't already know."

THIS is Sephiroth's father? "Oh, I knew that already…."

Professor Hojo regarded the teen for a few moments, and when Ansem didn't move, forcefully pushed him over to the chairs and made him sit.

"Now then. Would you care for a snack? Cookies, perhaps?"

If I don't take them, is he going to shove them down my throat, too? He's so forceful! "I'm afraid I've just eaten dinner…"

"Are you sure?"

"Well… Alright." Ansem really wasn't in the mood for food being stuffed down his throat. And apparently this man had no regard for royalty. "Cookies really do sound…erm…quite wonderful."

Professor Hojo smiled—quite creepily, in Ansem's opinion—and went off into what could be assumed the kitchen to get Ansem the cookies.

Probably poison… rat poison… Or maybe there's some other drugs in there. Like those "special" brownies they used to make. Or maybe they're just normal cookies and all of this is in my head… No, couldn't be that…

"Glad to see you're not a dull boy like your father was!" Hojo shoved the tray of cookies onto Ansem's lap. "Here you are, my dear boy."

"Eheheh… Thank you, Mr. Hojo." Ansem hesitantly took a cookie from the tray, and more out of politeness than anything else, took a bite of it. He nearly spit it out, too, but his good manners made him force the cookie down. "Why… Why so much sugar?"

"Oh, don't you like them?"

"They're okay…" Ansem made a mental note to never eat a full course dinner at the house. "So… You knew my father?"

"Oh, heavens yes." Professor Hojo gave another strange smile. "I went to school with him. He always had a kind of…daydream expression on his face. Trust me, I know your father quite well." He took a seat across from Ansem and stared at him with hard black eyes. "Now then. You came here for…?"

Ansem set the tray on the coffee table. "…I was wondering if Sephiroth was home…?"

"…Sephiroth?"

"…Yes? Is he here?" He couldn't have gotten too far, even if he left his house right after he hung up on me.

"Sephiroth is quite busy right now. Perhaps you could come back another time?"

"It's really urgent."

The professor leaned back and tapped his chin. "You seem to really want to see him… But I'm not sure if he's even conscious anymore. His body needs to toughen up before he can join the army when he graduates!" He shook his head and took off his glasses, wiping them with a cloth from his pocket. "He's in his room, upstairs."

Ansem nodded and stood. "Then may I visit with him? If he's…conscious, that is?"

"But of course! How could I even think of rejecting the prince of Hollow Bastion!"

Shrugging, Ansem went to the stairs. It was a tall, wooden spiraling staircase. There were no walls, and the stairs were near the kitchen, so one missed step and wham. Feeling quite coordinated, however, Ansem traversed upstairs.

The second floor was much smaller compared to the ground level floor. There were three rooms, and one was most likely the bathroom. One bedroom was cracked open, so Ansem went there first and peered inside.

It was Professor Hojo's room without a doubt. There were test bottles and beakers and potions resting on all four tables, and a small bed was cramped into the corner of the room. Charts were scattered all over the floor, most of them about some JENOVA thing, or about Mako and the effects of it on the body. "…Crazy old man." Ansem pulled the door shut and went to the other bedroom-looking room.

Knocking softly, Ansem pushed open the door when he received no answer.

It was extremely dark in the room with black velvet curtains blocking the sunlight. The walls were violet, the floor was black-carpeted, and even the blankets and bedcovers on the bed, upon which rested Sephiroth, were black.

"Are you awake?"

"Why are you here?"

Ansem jumped slightly, not expecting Sephiroth to actually be awake. "You hung up on me."

Sephiroth pulled the blankets closer to his body, and glared at Ansem. "I'm not allowed to use the telephone." He closed his eyes, sighing softly. "Shouldn't you be at your party? After all, your friends would be disappointed if you backed down."

Rubbing his arm tentatively, Ansem took a few steps towards the bed. "You can come if you want. And… I'm sorry for using you as a cover for my own party. It just kind of came out."

"Why are you really here?" Sephiroth slowly sat up, looking exhausted from such a small action.

Ansem was surprised that Sephiroth's pajamas weren't black as well. He also wondered if he was even wearing anything, because all he could see was his bare chest. Moving a bit closer, he saw in the dim light that Sephiroth's pale skin looked almost gray now.

"I wanted to know…why you kissed me the other day. In front of all those people."

Sephiroth looked aside, his heart beating faster than it should have been. "I told you, I don't know."

"You have to know! Otherwise you wouldn't have done it!"

Sephiroth looked at Ansem and smiled brightly. A much different smile than his father's, and one that filled him with a warmth that spread through his entire body. "I have a reason, but you'll laugh at me."

"And what reason do you have?"

Still smiling, Sephiroth took Ansem's hands and pulled him even closer. "Because love comes unexpectedly, and it can't be controlled. It's one of the few things that humans can't control."

"You're saying you love me?" Ansem stared deep into intense green eyes that stared back at him. "You shouldn't…throw those words into reality so easily."

"I'm not asking you to love me back."

"Then why are you telling me that you love me?"

"Because I believe in expressing yourself fully. And I've realized, that come late Spring, I'm going to be very sad. Do you know why?"

Ansem slowly shook his head, not taking his eyes off Sephiroth. "How could you possibly be sad? School would be out and you could…"

"Join the army? I'm a senior. I'll be graduating this year, and when I do, I won't get to see you anymore." Sephiroth's smile turned sorrowful for an instant, but no longer than that. "You must think I'm crazy. A month hasn't even passed."

"Well… you're not crazy… If anyone is, that professor downstairs is."

"Don't change the subject on me, you're ruining the moment."

"Moment? What moment?"

Laughing, Sephiroth shook his head, silver hair spilling over his shoulders like liquid. "This moment."

"Are you gonna ki—" ss…me again…

Sephiroth had already wrapped his mouth around Ansem's before he could finish speaking. He made the kiss short though and pulled back before Ansem could respond. "Well then!" He brushed his hair back behind his shoulders and smiled. "Is there anything else you were wondering about?"

Ansem took a step back and regarded Sephiroth. "You sure look a lot more energetic than when I first came in here."

"I'm glad I look it, because I would be sleeping if you weren't in here."

"…Do you want me to leave?"

"Mm… How about this. I come over to your house early tomorrow and help you set up for this 'party' that I'm sure your parents haven't figured out yet. Considering they think it's going to be here."

"I live in a palace! And besides, we have school tomorrow…"

"Hah. Everyone at school thought I was amazing last year because I 'skipped' so much school. But I was really sick… So if I skip it again, they'll just think I'm cooler than before. Trust me. Just tell me what time your parents leave and I'll buy the things for the party."

Ansem looked around the extremely dark-colored room. "You're not going to make it gothic, are you?"

"No… What gave you that idea?" Sephiroth looked around his room. "…Oh. Well, no, I won't do that."

"Alright. My parents will be gone by noon, because they're supposed to leave around seven. Think you can sneak in?"

Sephiroth threw the covers off and stood. Ansem noticed that he was in fact wearing black boxers. "Of course I can! Quit worrying. Now, close your eyes."

Ansem was not very trusting of Sephiroth enough to 'close his eyes.' "Why?"

"Just do it!"

"You're not going to do anything nasty to me, are you?"

Sephiroth rolled his eyes. "No. Now close your eyes. And turn around too."

"I think I'll just close my eyes." Ansem closed them, tense. The thought of what Sephiroth could be planning to do…

SMACK.

"OW!" Ansem rubbed his head. "What was that for?"

Sephiroth, now holding his briefcase, hid his face behind it. "I wanted to give you a good memory of me before you leave."

"That wasn't good! That hurt!"

"That may be true," said Sephiroth, tossing his briefcase back into the corner of the room, "but you'll never forget it now, will you?"

Ansem shook his head, smiling. "No, I guess not. Just no more kissing me unexpectedly, alright?"

"You weren't expecting my last kiss?"

"Erm… Well, I was, but I wasn't sure if…"

"Bye, Ansem. Just keep thinking about it while you go back home."

"What?"

Sephiroth turned Ansem around and shoved him outside of the room. "I have to get to sleep so I can execute the plan Sneak-Into-Ansem's-Palace."

"What is up with you? You're acting… goofy now."

"Probably the medication kicking in. Hah. It's nice to actually feel happy, even if it's artificial. Now go on. I don't want you getting in trouble either—just make sure you're in school tomorrow." And with that final order, Sephiroth closed the door.

Ansem stared at the shut door for a while before walking down the spiral staircase with a smile.

"Did you get the information you needed from Sephiroth?"

Startled, Ansem peered over at Professor Hojo, who was sitting in the same chair, reading a newspaper, and nibbling on a cookie.

"Yeah… I did. Thank you, Professor Hojo."

"Would you like another cookie?"

" Oh! No, no! I'm good! Really, you're going to make me as big as a house. I'll be seeing you then… Thanks again, Professor." Ansem quickly walked to the door and bolted out it.

I am never going over to Sephiroth's house again if his dad is home! Geeze… Rubbing the back of his neck, Ansem walked back to his home. It had been a while since he had felt so good about going back.

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