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You're breaking my kokoro... >:

At least I'm not breaking your bones, right? : >

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>: .... .... t-then... s-santa... outfit... ?

Isn't it obvious that you're being rejected? : I

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￣︶￣ Mukuro-kun your butt would be lovely in a leather skirt

And your body would be lovely riddled with bullet holes.

((Kabane is out atm, you mofo. : I))

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“Ah…”

He hadn’t expected such a clear (perhaps even honest) confession from his classmate. It was so strange though — they hadn’t even known each other for that long. Or, well, at least he didn’t know much about the albino. Clearly Byakuran knew about him (or was attracted to how he looked?). He thought back to the previous day… the figurines in that room… the otaku obsessiveness that seemed to drive the other into this odd frenzy of hormones.

Right. Hormones. He had read about those! Something familiar… a textbook case. He could deal with something like that.

Venturing a peek at the other boy, eyes widened behind the frames of his spectacles.

A complete and utter mistake… because there it was, standing proud and a little too close for comfort. He couldn’t help but shake in his shoes, the embarrassment somehow intensifying.

“…Y-you… I… A date…?”

He muttered softly under his breath, lightheaded. This was a little too pornographic for poor Kabane. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen… but… this was someone else’s and it was so… big. He hastily looked away, noticing he was staring without actually seeing.

“Y-yes… we…we need to finish….that… “

He swallowed. He hadn’t realized how difficult it had suddenly become to speak…and how dry his throat had become.

“…p-project…um….”

Despite the raging erection… maybe Byakuran was actually serious about completing the project this time around.

…Or maybe he was a bit too trusting, but it wasn’t as if he sensed anything bad from the otaku. Maybe he had good intentions after all! At least, this was what he managed to tell himself as he responded under his breath.

“…..a-after school, then….?”

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I love youuu~

The boy blinked behind his spectacles. Did he hear correctly?

'I love you.~'

It was a phrase he hadn't really known before. Had anyone really told him such a thing...? It was hard to know how to take it at this point, so he only hugged his textbooks in closer to his chest.

Perhaps if this had been in front of many people, he would've just laughed it off as a joke. But the tension in the empty library made his heart pound in his chest. He laughed nervously, eyes gravitating toward the red carpet floor. He could feel the embarrassing heat flushing his cheeks.

"Ha...haha.... B-byakuran-san... t-that's not something you should joke about..."

The hard edge of the textbook dug into his body. Yes, how could his classmate flaunt such a thing so openly like this...? It was unexpected... and how did the albino even know that he 'loved' him? Oh, now this was going too far in his head. His head raced as quickly as his heartbeat -- overthinking... unable to react properly... paralyzing.

"P-please be more responsible with such words..."

He could do nothing but murmur as he shuffled his feet.

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Just what was that ripping sound…?

“B-Byakuran-san…”

Oh, what a mistake to look down and see such a perverted sight. His eyes shut abruptly behind his frames, fingers covering over his spectacles again as the blush dusting his cheek deepened. He was so embarrassed… embarrassed for his classmate and for himself. What an awkward situation this had become. He couldn’t do anything but stammer pathetically.

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t see anything…!”

It was, of course, a lie. He had seen it all… seen the way that (giant) erection had inhumanly ripped through fabric as if they were in some sort of manga – not that he had ever seen such a thing before. The way it was dripping as if the other boy was beyond aroused by…who knew what even?! He pulled his arms in, as if he were trying to hide more of himself than humanly possible. Too bad manga-rules didn’t apply to him. Just wishing he could disappear wouldn’t grant him such a thing.

So the only thing he could do now was turn and run away, right? How pathetic that would be… but from what he vaguely recalled from the previous day, perhaps it’d be the best option for him now. It hadn’t seemed like the albino had listened to a word before. Of course, this was in the best case scenario – and right now seemed not to be his lucky day. Not only his fingers trembled, but his legs did too....as if someone had turned them to jelly.

“P-please… we should go back to class…. Ah… the teachers are going to wonder where we are!”

His voice was muffled against his hands, his world completely dark behind the false security of his palms. Such unpleasant feelings should just go away, but his options were beginning to look more and more limited. In fact, what were his options at this point…?

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“….”

Kabane blinked and looked up from his seat at his desk. His memory was a bit fuzzy…but when he had woken up this morning, he had been at home in his PJs. To his distress, however, the project hadn’t been… completed. Just what had happened after he blacked out…?

His eyes widened as he inched back away as far as he could in his seat. His project partner was calling him weird names again. He bit his lip, looking around the room. His classmates were very clearly staring at the scene, some whispering. And what a scene it was…

So embarrassing!

He felt his cheeks flush red as he suddenly stood up, grabbing the other boy by the hand and leading him out of the room into the hallway. He shivered, feeling as if he could just die from embarrassment – the stares even down the hallway compelled him to run even more – away, down the hall, up the stairs, and still very much dragging the other along with him. They needed to talk. They really really needed to talk.

It was only moments before he opened the door the rooftop and took in the smell of the afternoon breeze against his (now sweaty) face. He needed to catch his breath… Hands pressed against his knees as the heart pumping in his chest made the blood pound in his head. Apparently he needed more exercise too.

He turned, facing his project partner with distress written all over his features.

“Y-you….”

He stammered, pursing his lips. He didn’t have it in him to yell… but something needed to be done to control this boy.

“Y-you can’t just…come into the classroom and announce things like… “

He blushed again thinking about it. His hands slipped upward as he covered his face in embarrassment.

“….Those kinds of things…. “

More stammering. Why couldn’t he just speak his mind…? His eyes peeked out from between his fingers as he observed the taller boy.

“AH—“

His hands flew down again from his face before he gestured violently at the shirt and belt.

“A-and that’s against t-the…r-rules…!”

After all, he was vice president of this school. He had to say something!

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He yawned softly and rubbed the sleepy eyes, sitting up from his bed only to find his precious angel gone. Byakuran cursed himself for being so careless and letting his fish slip off the hook, stepping away from the blood stained bed and wiped his nose, frowning while getting into the bathroom to wash himself off….only to discover a used Mukuro-kun towel in yellow and the curtains were wet……………

Mukuro-kun took a shower here?! In this very bathroom?! A small drop of blood leaked down along his lips, he flashed a goofy smile to his mirror and removed the glass to take out the microchip from the camera… he was right in planting this right before Mukuro-kun’s visit.

Happily storing it into the computer, he decided to take a shower and changing the sheets, cleaning up the mess to enjoy his video and settling in his Mukuro-kun pajama pants. He couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow at school again! Hopefully Mukuro-kun will remember their date.

Next day

“Mukuro~kun~!!” Byakuran pushed the door open with a loud bang and trotted over to his crush, not even bothering to glance at the other students he was bothering and happily leaned against the bluenette’s desk. “I hope you’re ready! I’m here to take you on that date~”

He had dressed up for the day as well, a pure white shirt with Mukuro-logo at his chest pocket, dark blue jeans with Mukuro-face on his belt buckle as well as the usual phone strap with a tiny Mukuro figurine.

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Straight to business? What does it mean? Byakuran blinked softly in confusion with a puppy-ish look on his face and watched slowly the angel of his dreams touching his lips with those delightful fingers, feeling his touches along his chest as his ears perked to the suggestive words.

Oh God, this was bad… really really bad…

Warm blood kept trickling from his nose as he felt the slender fingers against his lips, watching with a gaping mouth as Mukuro-kun put them against his own. A violent wave of pleasure struck him; this was what he always had dreamed of… Mukuro-kun on his bed… seducing him, being able to kiss him!! Even if it was an indirect kiss… he couldn’t help this overwhelming sensation of satisfaction that made all the blood circulating in his body gather together into one spot of his anatomy.

The growing tent in his pants were impossible to hide by now, a ripping sound of his pants woke him up from that trance like state of mind as he slowly fell down and landed between the teen’s legs. The last thing he could recall before passing out was how soft that package felt and how good it smelled… ah.. if only he could remain here between his legs forever.

It would take long for him to wake up now, seeing as he had lost an inhuman amount of blood and with that painful hard-on it’ll be even harder to regain consciousness. Perfect opportunity for the other teen to escape… wasn’t it? “… mm… Mukuro…..-kun…….lo….ve…you…….” He murmured sheepishly and slipped into his own dreams.

“…”

He scoffed looking down at the albino that had settled too comfortably between his legs. How utterly disgusting, the way that face was pressed against his privates. His fingers laced into the white locks, grasping at the unconscious form and gingerly moving him aside. Disgusting. He’d never had any trouble with blood, but the otaku’s nosebleed had really gotten all over him. All over the sheets, the covers…his body…

He might as well take a shower while he was here, right? It was, after all, Byakuran’s fault that he was in this mess. Poor Kabane wouldn’t know what was going on, but… it was all for the better. He had to protect the boy.

The bathroom was just as decked out as the room had been. Were those pineapple shower curtains with his face plastered all over? Was the handle of that electric toothbrush a figurine of him? What of that bath towel and toilet cover…? Even the shower mat had his face on it. He had half a mind to go back into the room and crack the otaku’s skull on the floor – but that would deprive Kabane of a project partner and there were times he had to admit… murdering people was not the best way to go. Kabane had already settled into such a good life…and he had to be a little pickier about who he decided to off. Did the albino deserve it…? He probably would in the future… but as of now, it couldn’t be justified on his part (and he had at least some morals).  He just had to deal with it for now.

After the shower, he quickly grabbed his clothes. Better bloodstained than none, he supposed –he sure as hell wasn’t borrowing anything from the otaku’s closet to get home. Not wasting any time, he quickly shut the door of the room (from hell) and headed home.

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Oh. How much blood could this perverted otaku spill before he passed out...? It was everywhere... ruining his boxers for sure...and that uniform was a goner. Biding his time on his own terms had been an excellent idea -- and the tranquilizer hidden on the other arm of his glasses wouldn't even be necessary at this rate. Well, it didn't hurt to be more prepared than necessary. A part of him wanted to laugh at himself for overestimating the danger he was in.

"...Mm....yes, or we could.... get straight to business, hm?"

He purred, murmuring under his breath as his fingers caressed those lips, sliding along the other's jawline and trailing down to hook into the buttoned (and now bloodstained) uniform shirt. The suggestion had been surprisingly innocent for a pervert, but... he'd be sure to turn up the heat.

"How about we skip the date and get to the main course...?"

Slowly trailing fingertips hooked and pulled, the first button popping off and landing god-knew-where on the carpet. Mukuro smiled again, fingers moving to his own lips and pressed them against bloodstained fingerpad into a light kiss. Mismatched eyes maintained contact with those violet hues that had grown dark with interest.

"...See? We just shared....an indirect kiss."

He was probably going to be sick to his stomach -- how disgusting, the way this ridiculous otaku was taken in by his every move. Not his usual route, but it appeared to be effective (he was a quick learner). Fingers brushed downward as he leaned back into the bed, fingernails digging a faint pink line extending from his collarbone down, past pink nipples and his abdomen. Rotating his wrist, his thumb brushed past his belly button, legs spreading minimally. Would he have to go further...? Oh, maybe he'd add a little bit more to this display.

"Please only watch me, Byakuran...~"

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Now, this was something he was a bit disturbed not to know about; he was usually pretty thorough with the people he kept an eye on. For the past two years, however, Kabane hadn't required protecting. Perhaps he was slacking...or this teen was just particularly good at hiding secrets. Mismatched eyes narrowed as he was released from the embrace and his hand kissed. His legs shifted, ignoring the soreness his smaller body. Intrigued, he'd play around a little more, but it was obvious something special had to be done to get the albino off his and Kabane's track. 

"You're god, hm...?"

Arrogance. There was so much of it reeking from the very pores of the albino's being. Surely one of a kind, but...a god? Now that was stretching things a bit. Despite his own arrogance, it had never gone that far.

"Don't you think you're a little sloppy for a god, Byakuran...?"

His fingers tugged away from slender fingers and reached up, wiping the blood dripping down from the albino's nose. At least the blood was strangely attractive -- it made him ache for a kill... someone who deserved death for interfering with his little Kabane. Byakuran would look angelic covered in blood...starving for life beneath his feet. Poor Kabane... his body would have to be the sacrificial lamb for this. He licked his lips and smirked, smearing the blood right over those lips.

"...Mm...but such honesty ought to be rewarded, don't you think...?"

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Oh? How funny… this rotten little boy wasn’t as stupid as he thought. But even so, the point of that needle was poised to strike — and likely to hit much faster than a couple fingers tracing over his spine. But sometimes words, smaller actions were more effective than violence. Love, huh? What a funny concept.

“How romantic…even more so than your desperate calls to me, you spoiled brat.”

His voice was laced with honeyed poison, his smile unwavering even with the threat of death. He should have known better than to let Kabane into this situation in the first place… he should have eliminated the albino from the beginning, when he had first caught those subtle stares at Kabane. He could see the tainted desire from a mile away…smell the scent of a predator. But the system had gotten out of hand — with the manipulations to school computers and this “project” for class, he had no chance to stop this meeting before it had gotten out of hand. His head tilted just enough to whisper against the previously inattentive ears.

“I wonder though… if you really know what a world of despair is really like, Byakuran.”

He grinned, grip steady on the needle only centimeters away from destroying the body clutching his. He shifted again, feline tongue sliding over the earlobe close to his lips. How strange it was… to finally meet him… a worthy adversary. None of his other victims had such tenacity.

He’d have to change tactics.

“But what I’m more curious about… is this ridiculous shrine of a room dedicated to me.”

He laughed softly, pulling the needle back away from its dangerous position. As long as the freak was listening now, a friendly exchange would satisfy his new-found interest.

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All of this was crazy... just... crazy... his glasses had been knocked off and his vision was a blur of white and red. His fingers grasped at the bed sheets, just reaching, feeling for his frames. Oh, he was definitely over-the-top scared now... scared to the point that his heart pounded uncontrollably in his chest. What had happened? He knew he shouldn't have hit his classmate... but... He couldn't take it anymore. This situation had gone beyond anything he had ever experienced and the crushing hug of surprisingly strong arms was making him lightheaded.

He reached up, arms finally moving smoothly to the other's neck. His head turned, half nuzzling against the injured face of the albino, a small hum escaping his lips. How nice it was to feel loved like this... how nice, but also how disgusting. His lips curved into a smile as he fiddled with the frames of his glasses, slipping fingers by the temple arm to reveal a much sharper edge. If anyone had been looking closer, they might have observed Kabane's right eye gleaming faintly red behind the shadow of mussed bangs. The sharp point pressed against the nape of the albino's neck.

"...I told you to stop, didn't I?"

Now, Kabane's voice had become like velvet, a baritone edge marking a significant difference from his usual tone. A strange chuckle rumbled in his throat as he pressed the point of his eyewear into exposed skin.

"Now... I'm sure you're familiar with what a spinal cord is... no...?"

He murmured softly, near-purring against the other's skin.

"I'm afraid if you keep this up, you'll have an unfortunate accident tonight...perhaps even permanent paralysis...?"

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No no no... This had nothing to do with the project whatsover! This was going out of bounds...and they certainly weren't going to get far if Byakuran wasn't even listening to him. Since when had he said anything about allowing a wardrobe change? His fingers clutched at the other's uniform, wincing as his fingers destroyed the crispness of the starched fabric--it was a necessary evil and obviously one that wasn't stopping the progression of events.

"B-byakuran-san..."

He gasped. The other boy was moving so quickly as he undressed him. It was astounding and disturbing at the same time...as if Byakuran had experience undressing other people to the point of maximum efficiency. Of course, if maximum efficiency meant nosebleeds like the one currently dripping onto him...

"W-wait...I didn't say..... your words aren't making any sens-"

He was cut off with a caress and the feel of those fingers brushing against the elastic of his boxers as he backed up (unfortunately) onto the bed. Oh no! Since when had he been stripped down to his boxers? His glasses were askew as well, in this little skirmish. God...this was so embarrassing! He blushed again -- never had he shown so much skin to anyone! His palms shoved against sturdier shoulders.

"I don't....this isn't appropriate, Byakuran-san!"

His mind flitted back to the neglected project they had yet to do... a few moments of reprieve before he realized his situation was a little more than he could handle. His lip trembled, desperately trying to maintain a grasp of his consciousness...he had to do something fast or else he was going to black out again. He knew he wasn't nearly strong enough to push the other off...but...

A hand pushing against those shoulders suddenly made contact with the other's cheek, the slap resounding in his ears as well as the nerves on his palm. He felt his chest tighten... he...had never slapped someone before... and he already regretted it. The guilt seeped into his eyes behind the frames of his glasses.

"I....I'm so sorry... I didn't mean...."

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Oh, now this was very odd. Who was Mukuro-kun...? Maybe he had been mistaken for someone else...? A strange sense of relief passed through his body despite the fact that the....bunny girl (?) suit was now dangling in front of him. Maybe he had been mistaken for a girl named Mukuro-kun? But what a strange name to address a girl...

"Ah...um...."

His fingers pressed to his cheek then his temples, rubbing a little. Well, if this was all a misunderstanding... it was a little awkward but such a situation could be fixed. He didn't want to be mean... but how would he break it to the albino that he wasn't in fact...this "Mukuro-kun"? His lips trembled. Oh no...the nervousness was coming back.

"I... Byakuran-san..."

He laughed nervously again, taking a step back away from the scandalous outfit. Maybe if he reminded him again of the project...

"...Well, I... "

He had to be direct. Come on, Kabane-- clear up this mess you've made! It was his fault for not realizing the situation sooner and he would take responsibility.

"M-my name is Kabane, Byakuran-san...a-and...as....lovely as that bunny suit is...I think we should work on the project..."

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He hesitated. Byakuran seemed a bit distracted by his own thoughts. It was like talking to a wall... quite literally. Even so... said wall's attention was pretty clearly focused on him. How he hadn't noticed such things on the walk over...or even while the albino had been eating his blueberry meringue truly escaped him. But then again, he hadn't exactly been looking for anything in particular.

Maybe it was rude...oh, he didn't know how to approach something like this... but he was here for the project! Surely their time could be used more efficiently if Byakuran had actually been paying attention to where he was pointing. He bit his lip nervously again. He hated imposing -- it turned his legs to jelly thinking about it, but someone had to take a bit of charge here if they were going to get anything done. Maybe if he stood up, he'd grab Byakuran's attention toward the closet he had been pointing at.

"A-ah... um..... Here, Byakuran-san..."

He made his way over to the closet, pointing at it. No response? His stomach felt even more twisted as his hand touched the closet door. He glanced back for permission. It was like the other teen was in another world... maybe he was sick and didn't feel well? Kabane pursed his lips, a momentary rush of adrenaline bidding him to slide open the door (something he would never do under ordinary circumstances). This was for the project anyway!

"....!?"

He froze, azure hues widening behind thick lenses. What was this...? The frilly maid outfits, leather, cat ears, a bunny suit...? Was this....cosplay? His ears reddened from embarassment; it was as if he had walked into a room while someone was changing. He closed the door promptly. Turning on his heel to face the other teen, Kabane bowed deeply, hiding a thoroughly flustered face.

"I-I'm so sorry, I... um... I..."

He stammered pathetically -- there weren't any words he could think of to rectify this situation. He had no idea Byakuran had such...diverse hobbies outside of school. He pinched himself. Maybe he was just dreaming...? No... no this was very much reality...

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The other boy had seemed so normal... well, except for an unhealthy addiction to sweets. At least, there hadn't been anything in Byakuran's profile that had suggested anything off about him; one of the perks of being vice president of Namimori High. In hindsight, that pit stop at the bakery was actually less strange than the situation he found himself in now.

He sat down on the bed covered in prints of...well, he couldn't quite place it...but the face of the albino's obsession looked uncannily similar to him. Just...without the glasses and... well, his right eye certainly wasn't red as far as he knew. His fingers gripped onto his knees. He shouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly. After all, the other boy was a classmate and surely this project was important for him to do well on as well... right?

He suppressed the bad feeling in his gut and put on a smile, ignoring the fact that his body was shaking. How embarassing... maybe Byakuran wouldn't notice.

"I-I see...."

Oh no. He couldn't help but stutter in this situation. Surely this wasn't way for a vice president to behave! He swallowed, looking down at the rug, only to have his own semi-reflection cast back at him. Amazing -- he didn't even know rugs could have people's faces woven in like that. And was that a pineapple? He couldn't tell the pattern because his glasses were starting to cloud from the heat of his embarrassment.

"M-maybe we should start the project...?"

He glanced over at the poster-covered closet door. Maybe Byakuran had the supplies they needed stored in there. After all, there was no room anywhere else given the surfaces covered by...the same face...

"I think we need a kit -- um... is it in there...?"

He pointed at the door.

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