Ootani's life was...

Okay, it sucked. Kind of...alright, not really. Kind of, maybe.

He lived in a 1DK apartment that he had to share.

He had a dead end job that was always on the verge of shutdown.

School sucked.

But then again, the apartment he shared was with his boyfriend and that helped him smile everyday.

His job was something else. He never smiled at work, only on the inside. Especially when his Boss started being a fool when anybody - he stresses the 'anybody' part, male or female - cute comes in.

School sucked. There was no way around that.

"Mou, hurry up, Oo-kame!" A hard leather bag in the back made him stumble and he turned around. Tachibana stood there in his usual feminine-like outfit, a bright smile shining in his crooked teeth.

"Oi!" Ootani raced to the teacher, missing him if not by a hair. He ran forward, chasing after him and laughing all the way. "I'm not slow!"

"Yes you are!" Tachibana laughed, his voice turning just a bit high.

"No I'm not." Ootani retorted, suddenly feeling like this kid his lover so often called him.

Tachibana finally slowed down, letting Ootani catch up with him. In his usual fashion, he poked his head through the straps, letting his arms hand while he held tight. "Any news from Sho-kun?"

"Him and whats-his-name are sight-seeing in Mon-something."

Tachibana laughed, looking over at the street and then at Ootani. "You're really not good with American names, ne?"

Ootani rolled his eyes. "At least I can write my kanji." Tachibana stuck out his tongue.

As they got closer to the apartment, the streets they took turned to back roads that only years of wanting to get out of damned heat in the summer could tell. The game of 'insult-here-tackle-there' had gotten even more rambunctious.

A horn honked as Ootani pushed Tachibana away from his sensitive side.

Tachibana's bag flew in the air, landing alongside a sickening thud.

"Tachibana..." Ootani's voice failed him. He hurried to Tachibana's side, quick to make sure that the other was alright. When his white over-shirt quickly turned red, his breath hitched in his throat.

He let go a breath when Tachibana's eyes rolled up to meet his. "Shinya...what happened?" He attempted to sit up, but quickly grabbed his side and abandoned the effort. Ootani gulped past the lump in hopes that the other wouldn't see the blood.

"Sit still." Ootani's shaking hands reached into his back pocket, dialing for an ambulance. "Hello? My name is Ootani Shinya. My...boyfriend was just...oi!" He shook Tachibana as he noticed the other start to let his eyes fall, "No, not you ma'am. He was about to knock out. He was hit by a car...no I didn't get a number. Eh?" He shook his head, trying to clear all the noise in his head. Suddenly, it seemed that even a cricket's chirp was too loud. "Oh, his name is Tachibana Miyako. Yes. Yes. Umm..." He looked around. "Try Fujiyasaki, 5713. Yes. Yes. Thank you." He hung up, his other arm that had been free wrapping around Tachibana. "Oi, OI! Don't go to sleep!" He slapped at the other's cheek.

Tachibana flashed another smile and Ootani suppressed the urge to hit the baka. "You called me your boyfriend."

Ootani rolled his eyes. "Now isn't the time to get sentimental, baka."

Tachibana pulled close, like this was any other time in bed. You know, if he could get pass the fact that Ootani's fingers were digging so deep into his sides, the doctors were bound to find new bruises.

He couldn't help it. He started laughing. He was going to a hospital. He must be going delirious.

"What the hell are you laughing about?"

Tachibana laughed again, looking up at Ootani. "No~thing...Shin~ya."

Ootani suppressed a growl. This baka had turned into a meccha baka.

When the ambulance finally came, Tachibana gladly went to sleep when told.