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Kathy: I shouldn't have made you watch that vid…

Gabby: You're an idiot, you know that? You wanted to make this story! ;^;

Kathy: Just because you made me choose between this and work on French Countessa. (Which I am writer's block-ing on.)

Gabby: You like yaoi~ 3 It's NOT a bad thing, dear. (Well, you have to be eighteen to buy yaoi manga, but whatever – each person for his/her own)

Kathy: BUT WE SUCK AT COMING UP WITH IDEAS TOGETHER!!!! TT^TT

Gabby: I had plenty of great ideas. But you said they were TOO STRONG. ;^; It wasn't a permanent thing! And who doesn't like… Ongz, this is getting too long.

Kathy: No I said that they were all too soon. Alright. Hope everyone enjoys this (because it will be hard for me to write it without cramping T^T)

Gabby: DGM belongs to Hoshino Katsura. Junichi belongs to me, and Nao belongs to Kathy. Uh, yaoi belongs to whoever.

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Nao's POV

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I woke up, not caring if it was either night or day. I just knew that Ana was bugging me with her loud snoring.

I took my pillow and blanket and managed to find my way to the door without tripping over anything.

Almost immediately I tripped over Bak-knows-what. I usually would've fallen down except for arms caught me.

I just hung limp, hoping they were strong enough to stand me back on my feet.

Which probably would be immpossible to not do, due to my weak limbs and small stature.

"Be careful," the person said without emotion. I knew it was Junichi, who had probably just came back from a mission.

"Sorry, Junichi," I muttered softly. He was oddly silent. Usually he would say a forgivance.

I stood back up and tilted my head sideways. "What's wrong?"

He coughed and I heard his uniform rustle as he turned away. "Why are you out of your room, Nao?"

"Oh..uhh…" I looked down, hiding my blush. I wouldn't tell anyone that Ana snored like a man, unless they knew themselves.

"You didn't come out here to spy on me, did'ya?" he was back to teasing me. He messed with my hair, something everyone seemed to like to do. "Do you cut your own hair, Nao?"

I blushed a deeper scarlet. "Well, yeah…"

He chuckled. "Maybe we could find someone in the Science Department to cut it for you, and if no one there has time I could cut it."

I blushed deeper. "It's childish to have to have someone to cut your own hair for you."

He was silent for a moment then chuckled. "You're childish, Nao."

I held onto his sleeve as he led me to the Science Department. (Something I always will do due to my eyes.) He chattered softly, mostly to himself, about the mission.

I politely tried not to eavesdrop, although that's hard when you have boosted hearing. He mumbled something about not getting it, and I wondered if he meant his cigarettes or Innocence. I couldn't smell the lingering smell that seemed to cling to him, so I assumed it was the former.

Suddenly I heard a voice I recognized. "Did you get it?" Bak smokes…?

"A Noah showed up got it before I was even close enough. Twit also got my cigarettes…" he mumbled the last part to himself.

"Dammit…" I could hear the tone in his voice meaning he was about to break out in hives.

"Oh boy…" I mumbled, looking down.

"What's Nao doing here?" a female voice asked. Anyone in my position usually would've looked but I recognized the voice.

"Oh, Akira, why are you up so late?" Jun asked, having more interest than he normally would've. Was he planning on—

"Komui sent us more reports," I could almost hear everyone groaning in annoyance. "Since it's usually my job to file things, I thought I could stay up and finish these."

Junichi sighed then brought back the nice tone that was always in his voice. Wait, 'nice'…? I blushed at the thought. I was thinking of many plausible reasons why I would think his voice was nice.

"Why is Nao-chan up so late?" Akira asked happily. She was one of the few females in the Black Order (here at least) that were accommodators of innocence. She was also one of the few mother-like figures that seemed to pop up as soon of the word 'blind' is spoken.

"Well, I found him tripping over everything out in the hallways and noticed his hair needs to be…erm, cut. I thought maybe you could do it, but you're busy—"

"I can do it!!"

"NO!!!" everyone who would've been assigned to do her job protested.

She sighed. "Okay. Maybe Robin or Ana can in the morning…" she didn't sound happy at all by the fact that someone else would touch my hair with something even slightly 'dangerous.'

"Akira, you know me. It'll bother me all night if it doesn't get done soon…"

"Wake one of the girls up," said a tired-sounding Shifu.

"Ana has a mission tomorrow morning," Li Kei informed. Oh…Ana was going to be on a mission…

"Oh, doesn't Nao have one tomorrow as well?" Lo Fwa asked. Maybe it's with Ana!! I tried to hide my ever changing mood-matching expressions by looking towards the back of the room, but I felt someone's eyes on the back of my neck.

"Yeah, it says Nao's mission is with Jun-kun," Akira announced loudly as she looked at the report. I thought it rather coincidental that she happened to have it on hand when we talked about it. Oh…

"Why me? I mean, I just got back from a mission."

"Oh, Jun, you're the person everyone sends out to do things. You're such a pushover~" Akira was one of those people you shouldn't be around when her sleeping medicine kicked in and she refused to go to sleep.

Junichi know this as well. He sighed and I heard the rustle of his clothing as he turned. "I guess I'll have to cut it, boy." And with that I was reaching desperately for something to grab onto. I don't think he remembered me having to hold onto something, because he stopped when I grabbed his hand.

I blushed and tried to avoid his eyes, although I knew it was a stupid attempt. "S-sorry, Junichi."

He just started walking again, holding my hand tightly in his.

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I was blushing furiously as he began to run his fingers through my hair.

"What exactly do you cut this with?" he asked timidly, probably wondering if he wanted to know.

"Uh…a blade from the storage room…" I directed my eyes towards my lap, trying to use my hair to cover my face. Of course that failed because he had it pinned up with clips that I had no idea he owned.

He only let out a low whistle and began to examine it more thoroughly. He began to pull random strands to compare in lengths.

"You…really need to learn how to cut your own hair…" he mused, beginning to brush everything into one short explosion of a ponytail. He then brushed down several medium strands.

I then nearly shrieked as I felt the coolness of the scissors radiating to the skin of my neck.

I think I might have made some sort of noise because he was quiet.

"J-Junichi…?" I asked after several seconds passed. He sucked in a sharp breath, as if I was going to say more. "U-um…You got really quiet…" he let it out in an almost relieved sigh.

"You moaned."

"I…I did?"

"Yes."

I was blushing furiously, wishing I had just tolerated Ana's snores.

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I had no idea what my hair looked like, nor cared. I just wished it would end.

It had already lasted about thirty minutes. Half the time he wasn't even working on my hair. He was waiting for me to calm down from every time the scissors got too close to my neck.

"Why do you flinch every time I put the scissors near you…?"

"They're…cold…" I whispered. My skin was ultra-sensitive. Only Ana knew, but…I can trust Junichi.

Where did that thought come from?!

"Oh, really?" he sounded suspiciously smug. He then blew on my neck, making me jump out of my seat. Naturally, me being as clumsy idiot as I am, I tripped over the chair and tumbled right on top of Junichi.

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Kathy: Woah. Who would've known the first story that I actually feel drawn to write would be Yaoi…?

Gabby: Yaoi is awesome, that's why.

Both: READ THE NEXT CHAPTER, PLEASE~!