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Warnings: Uhmm...o.o' Funnys. Shonen Ai and a very lovesick Takky. You know, the usual stuff in a good fic x3

Before fic ramblings updated: Wow. A total revamp of this entire story. Meaning alot of stuff's gonna be different. Or maybe it won't. I dunno. I'll be reading it through and deciding what sucks, and what doesn't. x3 Suckage doesn't belong here.
Thanks so much you guys for reading, and I hope you enjoy it. I'm trying to better myself.
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'The Love Note'
Poking the Sleeping Dragon

It was a very hot, very humid day nearing the beginning of summer in a certain Shibuya city. Nonetheless, despite the evil humidity and the blazing sun, it was a lovely day; beautiful blue sky and giant fluffy clouds that rolled and twisted into fabulous shapes and sizes.
Not that any of the children could notice this, locked up even on such a lovely day. Perhaps not literally locked up, but still, the way a certain boy's mind kept wandering about, he figured it should be punishable by law to be trapped like a rat in a cage. A very clean, quiet cage full of tiredly working students and a totalitarian algebra teacher. A very boring and very restless cage, containing a very pretty, pretty...pretty girl...

Takuya was the brunette's name, probably for what was the ump-teenth time in just that morning, sighing as he stared on with longing towards the golden haired angel that sat only a few seats ahead. On his desk -where was supposed to be notes of several random hard-to-remember intervals and different additions and subtractions of incomprehensible whatsit-whosit that drolled his mind into such a stupor he may as well be doing the assignment asleep- was a sheet of paper nearly totally covered with tiny hearts, small flowers, small suns and the word 'love' several times. Izumi...Izumi...Izumi...though he couldn't bring himself to write her name down, the word gently swayed through his mind like a tempting breath of air. He sighed again and glanced out the window, watching the breeze forcing the few trees still around the school to dance in time with each other. He heard a rough cough in front of him. He lazily glared to where it came from; Kouji, none other, who'd spotted him lazing off and silently urging him to get working. Eh. Kouji took school too seriously.
Besides, Takuya couldn't think about work now, much less listen to what his best friend had to say...besides, he didn't like talking to him at the moment; he sat next to Izumi. Traitor nonconsensually. Such a thing should also be punishable by law...only he should have that privelege...

A loud bang caused him to jump with surprise, the whole class staring up towards their algebra teacher who had banged his hand on his desk. "I trust you're all copying the problems and working them out, this is not a day scheduled for daydreaming mindlessly. Kanbara-kun." A single snort or snicker was all that broke the silence, but still, Takuya's face blushed a light pink. He slipped the paper under his gargantuan text-book, and revealed a half-done sheet of paper full of total boloney answers. How could he help it that his teacher didn't explain things properly? Or that he was careless enough to put Izumi right in front of him so that he saw her before he saw the board? Totally not his fault. He was fixing to at least attempt a problem or two, when he glanced up and happened to see Izumi's bright, cheerful face turned towards him, smiling and still chuckling.
'Do your work, giovinetto stolto,' she mouthed before turning away again. His mind perfectly lost once again in his own little dream word, he sighed and closed his eyes. Stupid, stupid teacher figure...

Withen moments his other sheet of paper was on his desk again. Now he drew a very large heart, adding a small feathery tail to the bottom left and an arrow-head bit to the top right. Inside he wrote 'Aishiteru' quite large, in what might've been his best calligraphy, but very sloppy all the same as he hadn't bothered to learn his strict teacher's perfection of it in third grade. His misty eyes glanced up again, staring towards the angel's head, wishing she'd turn around.
He wasn't quite sure what made him do what he did, maybe just the boring quiet room and the warm sunshine, or his mind so dazed he couldn't quite comprehend his actions then. But he gently rolled his paper into a tiny ball, positioning his fingers behind it as to flick it towards the girl he loved...and did so. Or, he tried.

At the last second a tiny little gnat flew into his ear. He twitched at the strange feeling and flicked the tiny balled up paper in the wrong direction: straight at Kouji's head. It hit him softly, yet enough to make him glance around in surprise, and turned to glare behind him with pure venom, as if daring whoever hit his head to come fourth and gloat. He hardly even looked at Takuya, who was a seat or two off and not directly a threat.
Takuya watched in pure horror as Kouji reached down and picked up his small paper ball, quietly unballing it and smoothing it to read better. Takuya lowered his head and tried to hide it behind the angel in front of him.

Kouji, in question, turned such a bright shade of pink it must've been attracted their teacher's attention, for withen a moment he glanced towards him. "Not passing notes, are we, Minamoto-kun?"
Though no one really responded to Takuya getting scolded, a good portion of the class halted in their work and stared at Kouji, the anti-social strictly business self-proclaimed 'smart one' who scowled at anyone who liked to pass notes under the teacher's nose.
"No," he said, in such an obvious manner it was more as if he was explaining that one plus one equals two. "Someone threw this at me. Dunno who. Garbage, though." He crumbled it in his hand. This was enough for everyone, who went back to ignoring their surroundings and doing their work.
Takuya's heart seemed to sink into his stomach and he sank slowly into his chair, in shock. "Stupid...stupid...stupid Takuya," he muttered under his breath for the remainder of the period, struggling to avoid Kouji's quick wandering eye as he looked for a guilty face.

Kouji sighed in relief as the final bell rang, signaling that school was FINALLY over, and for the weekend! It was about time, too. No more pointlessly waking up at 4:30 just to go and torture his sanity with a hoard of idiots and simple-minded hormone crazed teenagers. Nope, he no longer had to even think about them. At least, for the next two days. Then he could resume complaining endlessly about them.
With another sigh he pitched his folders and books into his already stuffed bookbag. It buldged in strange places and he grunted as he heaved the full bag on his shoulders, trying to wriggle around to let it nestle into a spot where it didn't stick into his back. He silently glided out of his class, dodging in between the mass stampede to avoid the scuttling teens doing the same in a much louder and disorganized fashion.
Kouji started walking down the sidewalk, attempting to uphold a bland expression as he pulled a tiny bit of paper out of his pocket, opening it again and smoothing it out. He stared with a scowl at the darkly penciled message: 'Aishiteru.', surrounded by disgustingly chibi hearts and pitiful little flowers and stupid little suns. It was all stupid.
"Stupid," he muttered his thoughts outloud, though anyone near him ignored it as he frequently had called them all stupid at least once.
He moved his shoulder to try and rotate the heaviness around his muscles, but it was in vain. There was a loud ripping noise, which made him turn around quickly, and his bookbag finally split open at the large amount of books and junk he was currently carrying and flew around him in a circle. He swore, so loudly that several people turned to look at him, yet imediately turned away so as not to pick a fight with their staring. 'Who knows if the guy's in a bad mood today', they thought, and so they stampeded around him in a wide circle.
Kouji tossed the remainder of his bookbag onto the cement in disgust. Why, of all days, did it have to break open now? He kneeled to the ground and stared for a second at the pile, then just threw the wrinkled love note on top to be dealt with. Sloppily and angrily, he began tossing books and folders into piles according to their usage, (Even if he was a bit messy, he had a streak of OCD in him. Some junk, junk that wasn't replaceable, went in one pile. Junk he could afford to lose was in another pile. There was another pile of junk he actually just needed to throw away, but he kept forgetting about. Then there was the important junk and the unimportant junk, both which needed to be kept. In short, his bookbag was loaded with junk.) unsure of how exactly he'd carry them home. He could try and arrange them by size and carry them, but he was a good fifteen minutes walk away from his house, ten with moderate traffic and now that the stampede was lessening. Not that Kouji was weak, but carrying that much weight for very long would surely start to pull a muscle or two. He was ready to attempt to rig a few things into his destroyed backpack when right on que was a friendly voice.

"Ahem, want a bit of help with all that?" Came the familiar voice of his brother. He glared up and squinted to see Kouichi's face through the intense sunlight.
Kouji grunted and pushed a pile of random assorted somethings at Kouichi, which also happened to contain the now fully open love note that had been flicked at him earlier.
"What's this?" Kouichi asked in surprise, to which Kouji answered blandly: "Books. Carry them."
"I can see that, Baka, and I will, Ungrateful, but what's this? 'Aishiteru'?" For a moment Kouji froze, then simply grunted again. As if that brilliantly resolved the matter, he heaved the rest of his such-and-such into his arms.
"Oh, Kouji, I'm deeply flattered. And I do love you, but last I checked incest was still illegal in this country. Can't we just have dinner, see a movie, and remain good friends?"
Kouji threw a pen, void of ink, at his brother's fourhead. "Shut up. Someone threw it at me."
"Aww, isn't that adorable...my baby brother's got a secret admirer. Or is he the admirer and is he lying to me?" Kouichi spoke with such a cutesie teasing voice, so intimidating and babying, and so STUPIDLY IRRITATING it just forced Kouji to answer back properly.

"I'm not lying, Nii-san. Some punk threw it at me in third period. It's probably a joke. Ignore it." And he reached down to take it away, but Kouichi pulled back, grinned madly from ear to ear.
"If it's junk,why didcha keep it all day? Bet'cher eager to find out who threw it at you? Bet it was that red headed girl, whats-her-name? Mizuki. She stares at you all the tiiime."
And he brought his hands together to the side of his face, closing his eyes and making a kissing motion with his lips.

Kouji clenched his teeth and grunted loudly, resisting every urge to twack him aside the face. "You're the one acting like an idiot today. I get enough of that from the immature products of satan spawn in my classes. Are you carrying my books or what?"
"You could say please, ototou-chan," Kouichi said cooly. "And isn't saying: 'Product of Satan Spawn' being redundant, considering the 'Spawn' of Satan are also his 'Product'?" More pen throwing.
So they scuttle around for the miscellaneous bits of Kouji's junk, assumed they picked it all up and proceeded to walk home together. ("Can I stay with you tonight?" "Sorry. Tonight's my night for dipping kittens in acid." "You're so cruel, Otou-chan. You should be nice to kitties; dip them in garlic butter." "Why?" "...I like garlic butter." "Cannibal.") No sooner had they reached the corner of the street when someone shouted their names.
"Hey, HEY. Uhm...Hi?" None other then Takuya, wondering of course why they were carrying Kouji's books in their arms rather then in a bookbag.
"Hnn." Was Kouji's response.
"Eh." Was Kouichi's.
"There's been like...a new invention, you guys hear? It's called a 'Backpack'. You see, how it works it goes on your back, and it packs your stuff so you don't have to carry it. How cool IS that?"
Kouji gritted his teeth, not in the mood for joking around, but Kouichi laughed happily. "Oh yes, sheer genius. Since you're such a cleverboy, I'm rewarding you with carrying my half of the load for offering us this brilliant bit of info." And with that, he dumped Kouji's books into an unsuspecting Takuya's arms, causing him to weep very fakely and pretend to struggle under, what he seemed to be imitating, massive weight.
"Kooooouji-kuuuuun, you carry too much crap with you."
"Hnn." Kouji's junk wasn't crap. He could call it junk anytime because it was HIS junk, but in reality, it was all very important junk.
"Well, I know what'll make you feel better. Trust me, it's so cute you're going to love it. You're in Kouji's third period, so I'll bet you might already know," and with that, Kouichi brought out that oh-so-famous bit of paper, clearly by his pleased expression expecting Takuya to laugh heartily and to promptly begin teasing his long-haired brother.
Instead Takuya's heart seemed to freeze in place, though he managed a very weak laugh and coughed a bit. "Have a cold," he excused himself, pretending to cough again.
But he felt Kouji's eyes on him,and looking up to meet his gaze he saw the glare he gave him. He was so sure he could pierce right into his mind, and it made his knees weak. All he had wanted to do was give it to Izumi...it was an accident...

"I'll bet you it was either that red headed girl-Misuki? Or it is Mizuki? Mizuko? Mizu-something. Or the girl with the pigtails, Fuka-chan. She's in my fifth period; she obsesses with you, Otou-chan, did you know?"
"Hnn."
"Yeah." Takuya said weakly, envisoning Izumi in his mind once again, and desperately trying to come up with some brilliant plan for escaping the twins without either becoming suspicious. "Hilarious."
With hands now free, Kouichi moved towards his brother and embraced his arm around his shoulders, humming loudly and vaguely the wedding tone.

Takuya would've thought it all extremely funny if he was in his right mind, especially the part when Kouji finally dropped his books and out of sheer annoyance started to chase his brother around and managing to land a few punches on his shoulders and back. ("OTOU-CHAN. I DEMAND YOU STOP ABUSING YOUR ONII-SAN THIS INSTANT.")
But since he wasn't quite in his right mind, guilt starting to flow into him. What if, because of HIS mistake, he'd given up Kouji's hopes that there was probably someone that really loved him in their class? What if he'd accidently ruined his best friend's weekend, (Or worse, week? Month? Year? Was Kouji capable of being that distracted by something for so long? Was Kouji capable of being distracted?) for he was surely going to be occupied with the author of the note for days to come, all because he was so lovesick over someone he was very sure disliked him with a passion only matching to his crush for her?
"YO, Takuya...Earth-To-Takky...this is Mission Control, you may land now, over."
He looked up blandly to meet Kouichi's faltered smile. Without quite realizing where he was walking, he had ended up at the drive way of Kouji's home.

"Arigatou," Kouji grunted, heaving the books from Takuya's arms and beginning to walk up the driveway, before he stopped for a moment. He looked over back to his brother and the brunette. "Do you know who threw that note, Takuya?"

Was it his imagination, or was their a glint of hope in his eyes, maybe concern in his voice? His head tilted to one side and gave Kouji his best, cutest little innocent look which had helped him get away with so many mishaps with his mother at home, and shook his head. "If I knew, I'd tell you. Don't get your hopes up, it WAS probably a joke, you know?"

Alright, it definately wasn't his imagination as Kouji's usual scowl reappeared, this time with slight disappointment. "Yeah. I know, see ya." And with a little extra help from Kouichi in opening the door, he diappeared.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Kouichi said simply,as if asking about the weather.
Takuya gaped for a moment at the elder twin, before nodding. He'd hardly opened his mouth to explain before Kouichi spoke again.
"That's so sweet Takuya, I really mean it. And I mean not to offend and have absolutely nothing against anyone, or anything, (And neither does Kouji, you understand) but, you know. I just don't think my brother is interested in you, or any male for that matter, in that way. You know,that 'special' way. And I think he's pissed too, he won't rest until he knows who threw that damned thing." He rubbed a particuarly bruised spot on his arm, muttering something about how he shouldn't have taunted his brother.
"But I didn't mean it!" Takuya said with annoyance dripping into every word, thinking again of Izumi and her beautiful, flowing golden hair, and such pretty sea-green eyes when they laughed at him. He quietly explained this to Kouichi.

"IZUMI?" he snickered, playfully punching his shoulder, trying to get him to see the humor of it all. "Of all people? I think you loving my brother was more plausible."
"It's not funny," the brunnette pouted. " Now Izumi's still clueless about what I almost intended to tell her, and Kouji thinks there's some sick kid in our class who admires him."

"Yeah. Poor Ototo-chan," he said in a off-handed tone, leading Takuya believe he didn't honestly mean that. "So, lets sum it up." He said, clapping his hands together. "In just one period you ruined your life, ruined your best friend's as well, and utterly ruined mostly any chance you had with the luuuurve of your life. 'Bout right?"
Takuya grunted in such an uncanny personation of Kouji, he surprised himself. "You can just about hit the nail on the head. Thank you, for pointing out the obvious and completely ruining my day even-"
"Hi Takuya-kun! Hi Kouichi-kun!"

In horror he glanced up to see none other then the beautiful angel herself,walking quickly towards them,laughing sea-green eyes always so bright and cheerful and full of love and life, turning his legs to pure jello. Izumi...
"Izumi-chan! " Kouichi waved, pulling on Takuya's shirt as he tried to run off, "What are you doing out here? Don't you usually take the train home?"
"Usually." Izumi shrugged. "Kaa-san's picking me up today because she's running errands down here. But since she said she wouldn't be here for an hour, I decided to come talk with you guys. No one else has to hang out after school, it's so trapanazione now that not many other people are there."
Kouichi slapped Takuya on the back and slightly pushed him towards her. "Takuya wanted to say something to you."
Takuya's mouth opened, his heart dropping into his feet, utterly clueless on what he should say when Izumi stopped, her expression concerned.
"Ne?"
"...Uhh..."
"...Ah. Well, anyway, did you guys hear what happened today during third period?"
"I couldn't guess," Kouichi exclaimed, either faking surprise or actually surprised; Takuya wasn't sure.
"It's really weird. Sometime during third period it happened, did you guys see-"

"YES WE'VE ALREADY SEEN THE GOD-FORBIDDEN PIECE OF PAPER THAT SAID 'I LOVE YOU' ON IT OKAY? NO WE DON'T KNOW WHO WROTE IT AND I wish everyone would... just... shut up about it," Takuya began in a yell, steadily fading out into quiet as Izumi herself gave him a look of such loathing that he felt as if he himself was shrinking into a tiny three inch tall human being.

"That's LOVELY Takuya. I wasn't going to ask about that piece of paper - Yes, Kouji already showed it to me when I asked him what it was. Bit of rubbish and a bad joke if you ask me - I was going to ask if you guys saw Hiro and Roku's fistfight outside the math hall," ghe said with the intense and spearing feeling of ice. "Rumors flying every which way about what really happened, they say Hiro's going to juvenile hall for a few months because Roku's jaw was broken so badly. But I think WE, Kouichi, can talk about that later, when a certain fanciullo isn't screaming around about something so ridiculous. Ciao, I'll talk to you later." And she turned away, leaving Takuya perfectly dumbstruck.

"Tough luck, buddy," Kouichi said sympathetically. "There's a proverb for that, 'Never poke a sleeping dragon in the eye.' Looks like in one day you've poked two dragons, and got your worth out of it."
Takuya buried his face in his hands, resisting the temptation to slap Kouichi, for everything he seemed to say just drove him crazier. He'd have rather poked FIVE dragons in the eye then have had Izumi yell at him like that, and to see the look of disappointment on Kouji's face when he proclaimed that the paper was probably a joke.

"Love sucks," he grumbled, kicking at a stupid stone on the stupid ground that looked stupidly similar to a stupid heart.
"Well, if you don't mind, fanciullo," Kouichi said, putting on a high-pitched shrilly voice. "I'VE got to go somewhere where they're aren't little boys running around," he resumed his normal voice, a look of concern on his face. "Really, don't worry about it. She probably didn't mean it."
"Whatever." Takuya sulked. "Where are you going?"
Kouichi shrugged. "To hang out." Takuya waved him off, as he began walking away. "With your girl," he added, almost silently. Best for him not to test Takuya's nerves even more, he thought, though he really did pity the poor for such unfortune in a single day. Why did Izumi have to single them out like that?

"Stupid," Takuya said, yet again, mindlessly walking off somewhere, hoping to walk straight into a Kouji/Kouichi/Izumi free world. Weird, though, that even after she coldly told him off, he still pictured Izumi's pretty laughing face in the sun...

1) giovinetto stolto- If I'm correct, this is Italian for 'Silly Boy'. Apologies if it's not. 'Stolto' being 'Silly' and 'Giovinetto' being 'Boy'. Yes, it's surposed to be in that order, not stolto giovinetto. It's like in Spanish, "white house" is "casa blanca" instead of "blanca casa". Adjectives go after the noun.
2)trapanazione - If I'm correct, this is Italian for 'Boring'. Apologies if it's not.
3)fanciullo -If I'm correct, this is Italian for 'Child'. Apologies if it's not.
4) We all know what ciao means Dx