Disclaimer:I forget if I made one of these or not... but no I do not own Gravitation nor any of the characters in here. Except Yuna, the 'evil nurse'. -nodnod- This is also a non-profitable piece of work.

sauskefreak: Wow... I got so many reviews, thank you sssoooooo mmuch! x-x -throws confetti- Eh... I'm not cleaning that up. xO Um... this chapter, I really don't know what I'm going to write, but beware of the time skips. I'm really sorry about the bazillion of time skips. x.x I have a lot of ideas for 'awkward moments' between the two, but the only way I can fit those in is by... of course... using time skips! YAY FOR TIME SKIPS! Dx -ish rather hyper right now-

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Chapter Four

Tatsuha's P.O.V.

Staring down at my breakfast, I poked it continuously with my fork, imagining as if I was 'murdering' a certain someone. The weekend had flown by rather quickly except 'that' part. Ah yes, let me explain to you, in my own pretty..ful version?

Once upon a time... Tatsuha, the most smexiest guy alive had a brother. An evil, ugly, mean, selfish, -ahem- ...brother. A brother who would continuously try to seduce

him, ppft, trying to act all innocent and without knowing how much he turned the other brother on... that little... -cough- I started rambling again, neh? Well, this 'ebil'

brother had many plots to ruin the other sibling's life. Tragic... I know. First, he would turn the other on, then show signs of attraction, then ignore him altogether, then act as if nothing happened, then... paint his nails hot pink. Ah yes... Yuki... I mean... the 'evil brother' is going doowwnnn!

My gaze wandered upward when I heard incoming footsteps. The chair softly screeched backwards and then a figure calmly sat down. "Hello... Yuki..." I spat, my eyes narrowing into a glare, but a playful glare none-the-less.

"Mornin'." he muttered back, extending his hand to grab his glass of milk. He sipped a small amount, and once the liquid had reached his mouth, he slightly stiffened, trying his best not to spit it right back out. 'Salt... no... drenched in salt, he will not win, I'll show him.' Yuki set the glass down, ignoring the unpleasant taste in his mouth, and continued to eat his breakfast which consisted of scrambled eggs and a bar.

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After their 'greeting' they both ate in silence, Tatsuha, violently stabbing his food and shoving it inside his mouth, chewing viciously, and Yuki elegantly eating, staying away from the milk as much as possible.

My, my, what an odd pair. Tatsuha grumbled something about needing a ride and then slid his chair back away from the table. Hastily grabbing the plate, glass, and silverware, he stalked towards the dishwasher, dropping the contents inside.

Yuki watched the tempered boy out of the corners of his eyes, admiring his form, although still in denial. Pulling his eyes away from the lean figure, he closed his eyes, lightly massaging his temples. He continued this action in an attempt to soothe his thoughts, but it only made the matters worse when an image of Tatsuha in a very compromising position. Yuki immediately snapped his eyes opened. Yuki blinked once or twice, clearing his slightly fuzzy vision, the remnants of the image of Tatsuha still refusing to leave his 'innocent' mind alone.

"Eh... Yuki?" Tatsuha called, his voice smooth and a soft yet powerful voice, 'Damnit... When did I begin to become so detailed about these things? Especially when it's about Tatsuha.'

"...Yes?" He answered, his tone slightly uncertain, but still containing that annoyance, and bitter ring to it.

"Well... in our History class, the teacher is having the weird craze about Greek mythology and all made us write some freaky story. So.. GIMME A NAME!" His voice slightly squeaked, desperate for a name as if he'd been thinking about it for hours.

"The All-Amazing-Yuki-that-Pwnes-You-All?" he suggested, grinning. Tatsuha rolled his eyes and ignored that comment.

"Don't you have that Russian teacher..." it was said in more of a statement then a question. "...Yeah," Tatsuha drawled out, "Does it matter?"

"Malchik," Yuki answered immediately, his inner side smirking. (A.N. If you don't know what 'Malchik' means, you'll figure it out soon. :D)

"Okie dokie, thanks Yuki!" he chirped while making his way out of the kitchen.

Tatsuha had just finished his homework when Yuki barged into his room, well, their room. He was dressed in a navy blue button up shirt; the top two buttons undone, revealing his creamy skin and collarbone. "Tatsuha... I need your help..." Yuki sighed.

Tatsuha gulped, hard. "Whatch'a need?" Tatsuha asked, sitting up on his bed. "I need some sort've sewing kit, this button fell off and I NEED TO SEW IT BACK ON!" the normally calm Yuki screeched.

Tatsuha visibly cringed at his, "Right there on the counter behind me," Tatsuha answered immediately, stunned by the outburst. Yuki, feeling as if he was extremely low on time, he crawled on the bed, knees in-between Tatsuha's legs and reached for the kit. Yuki hardly noticed the close proximity, but Tatsuha... did. His face had turned as red as a cherry, and his breath becoming ragged. Once Yuki had grasped the handle of the kit, he had lost his balance, falling on top of Tatsuha in a straddling position. Yuki's eyes widened by a fraction, "S-sorry..." he muttered, a light pink staining his cheeks, which was completely out of character for him. Almost like deja vu from that earlier image.

Tatsuha slightly struggled, but unfortunately, or fortunately, began to rub his groin against the other's thigh. He let out a strangled groan, trying oh so hard to keep quiet. If it was possible, Tatsuha's face became even redder in the process.

Yuki quickly noticed the other's... discomfort, and decided to tone down on the teasing and climbed off the younger sibling. Tatsuha chuckled nervously, "Heh heh... Well... At least you got the sewing kit, neh?" He babbled, trying his best to distract Yuki the best he could from the more then obvious blush on his face. "Yeah..."

Yuki carefully placed the kit down on the bed near his lap. He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing more and more skin to Tatsuha.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Tatsuha asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. "I need to take this shirt off so I can sew on this stupid button," he scowled, beginning to dig through the materials and quicky grasped onto a needle, spool of thread, and a button. Once he had sewn on the button, he grasped the thread between his teeth and tightly pulled, securing it. Aa... Poor poor Tatsuha and his imagination running wild.

When Yuki had slipped his shirt back on, he quickly glanced at his wristwatch and muttered a quick 'hurry up' before leaving the room to gather his materials for school.

Tatsuha stared dazedly at the place Yuki was currently sitting at. Briefly shaking his head, he made a few final adjustments to his homework and rushed after Yuki before he had decided to ditch him. That had happened one too many times and Tatsuha was not interested in walking to school, especially with the problem Yuki had caused earlier.

Tatsuha had gathered his belongings and forcefully shoved the bulky textbooks and binder into his cramped bookbag. Hastily running out the door, he was just in time, catching an impatient Yuki waiting in his brand new BMW. Tatsuha hopped into the front seat and immediately reached for the knob that would save him from the horrible music that was currently blaring in his ears. Yuki slapped Tatsuha's hand away reflexively. "Get used to it,"

Tatsuha sulked as he slouched in his chair. "Yuki... you're no fuunnn..." he whined.

"Do you want me to be... fun?" Yuki suggested, one eyebrow elegantly raising as if inquiring something terribly off topic. Tatsuha instantly blushed, "Oh shut it..."

Yuki just chuckled. The rest of the ride was rode in silence except for the annoying music of some girl singing about love songs, or was it a guy? (A.N. Aka "So sick of love songs" by Ne-Yo, no offence if you like that song. x3)

It felt like an eternity until they reached the school. Tatsuha's face continued to flare up every now and then when he thought of the past events. Tatsuha visibly twitched at the song playing, at the same time extremely grateful that they reached their destination. As Tatsuha gazed around to pass the time, he finally noticed Yuki's odd attire.

"What's with the dress clothes?" Tatsuha blurted, completely out of the blue.

Yuki parallel parked and tugged the keys out of the ignition. "Mum didn't tell you? I'm stuck with teaching your English class," he explained, twirling the keys with his index finger, "now get out of my car before you make us late."

Tatsuha's mouth gaped open, and stared... and stared... and stared.

"Eh, Tatsuha?" Yuki tried, he didn't expect it to be that surprising. Guess not...

No response.

"Tatsuha."

Still no response.

"THERE'S AN OLD HOBO THAT'S GONNA EAT JOOH!" Yuki hollered, his arms flailing like a complete idiot. Aaa, the two can never be quiet, neh?

"NUUUU!" then... just to Yuki's luck, Tatsuha passed out. Yuki smacked his hand against his forehead. Poor poor Yuki...

Later that morning, Yuki half carried and half dragged Tatsuha to the nurse's office. The nurse grimaced when she saw Tatsuha. She forced herself to smile and swallow the sarcastic remark she was oh so close to saying.

"Ohayo Yuki, thank you for bringing Tatsuha-san, would you like me to write you a pass?" she said through gritted teeth.

"That would be most appreciated, Yuna-san," Yuki said, copying the same tone she had used to him.

She quickly scribbled some unknown 'cursive' as they call it and handed it to Yuki. "Thank you," he muttered, and left, leaving Tatsuha alone with the 'evil nurse'.

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Once Tatsuha was conscious again, he curiously scanned his surroundings, White walls, uncomfortable bed, dead plant, evil nurse... He sat up, a memory of Yuki and something about Enlish briefly entering his mind.

"You're awake," Yuna muttered disappointedly, glaring at the boy.

Tatsuha's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the nurse, "Yes... I am, will you please write me a pass so I may go to class Yuna-san?" he replied with mock kindness. Yuna threw a partially crumpled piece of paper at Tatsuha, "Better get to class."

Tatsuha practically sprinted out of the nurse's office and traveled down the long hallway. He received a few unpleasant stares from the hall monitors and tried his best to just look invisable. He dropped by his locker and grabbed the materials he needed for his first class, History. Heading for the classroom, he opened the door with one hand with slight difficulty and it looked very much as if he had interrupted something important. At that moment, all eyes were on him, 'So much for trying to act invisable...' he thought grudginly to himself.

"Ah... Tatsuha-san, hurry to your seat, Touma here is showing his presentation up here until you unkindly barged in," he spat, and then adjusted his glasses that were slipping a bit down his nose.

Tatsuha cringed and sat down in his desk, setting his books and such under his seat. "Oh, and before I forget, please hand me your homework that was assigned over the weekend."

Tatsuha searched through his binder and grasped the story he had worked so hard on. He stood from his seat and brought it to the teacher. The teacher tore it out of his hands and began scanning though the first few lines.

"Aaa... this is quite a fine piece of work, but just because we all know you are gay doesn't mean you have to announce it to the world by naming your main character as 'gay boy'." the teacher said, looking slightly amused.

Tatsuha deadpanned, 'Yukkkii...'

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sasukefreak: There! I'm doonnnee, finally. x-x Oo... I have plans for the next chapter, but you need to review ffiirrrsssttt. :D And.. did you notice how long this chapter was? It's like the longest chapter I've ever written or something. Better reveiw, or-or... No cookies. ;o

Next chapter? Yuki teaches English class... and what exactly is Tatsuha doing the entire time? Something he needs to be punished by Yuki for, perhaps? Review to see what happens next time! O-O! Just to let you know... I /sorta/ want to develop a plot in here... Which is slightly difficult, but I'm trying, kay? x-x One more thing, 2140 words. 2140!

And... HAPPY FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH! O-O -confetti-