Right Wing: By posting this fanfiction, my goal is completed. This summer, I had the goal to post the first After School Nightmare fanfiction. And while I'm the second, I'm the first to use the original characters. I'll take it. Yay! Okay, anyway, this is a short little...not quite drabble and not exactly a story one-shot fic staring my favorite characters- Sou Mizuhashi and Mashiro Ichijo. Oh, and by the way, if there is anything that seems like it's missing something, let me know. The Fanfiction editor hated me while I went through this.

Warnings: ... A bit of "yaoi". Nothing heavy at all though. Although, with Mashiro, I'm not entirely sure if I should call it yaoi or het... Ah well- it looks like yaoi.

Beta-ed: Ainahim Twilightbait (Thank you, Kradly!)

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing of After School Nightmare. Sadly...

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Deception

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"If I could kiss you one more time to help you face the nightmare..." --Sleeping Beauty - A Perfect Circle--

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Mashiro Ichijo carefully stepped into the mirrored room. Black rose petals concealed the floor beneath his feet, their reflection in the mirrored walls creating the illusion that they were infinite. Mashiro stared at the image of himself, a tired looking expression upon his visage. He gazed into his own eyes, which often changed colors depending on his mood. Today, the irises staring back at him resembled a honey color.

The hue of desire.

But what that desire was for, Mashiro wasn't entirely sure. It was true that he longed for something, but he just didn't know what that something was...

The rose petals began to rustle. Mashiro's attention was immediately drawn to the small whirlwind of black petals, his hand instinctively twitching as the air took on a colder tone. It wasn't long at all before the blackness fell back into its bed on the floor, but in its place stood a being that made Mashiro's heart flip.

The teen took a step back from the black knight that stood before him, confusion and terror taking over his visage. He didn't understand. If the knight was here, that meant that this was all a dream... He could have concluded that from the set up of the room, but he didn't recall falling asleep. He hadn't walked down to the infirmary, like he did before every nightmare, to talk with the nurse.

His golden eyes flashed momentarily to his reflection. He was in his school uniform. Black slacks, black over coat, white button-up shirt and a red tie. There was no skirt, no indication that he was a girl.

What on earth was going on? Nothing made sense...

"Dreams can be horridly deceiving, Mashiro Ichijo," the knight interrupted his thoughts with a deep voice. Mashiro's eyes snapped back to the metal armor, the horror overtaking the confusion. The knight kept his face towards the blonde, his emotions undetectable by any means.

"What is going on?" Mashiro managed with a strong voice. A tone a lot stronger than how he was feeling inside. "I don't remember falling asleep- I don't remember anything. This can't be a-"

"Dreams create illusions based on the dreamer's emotions," the knight continued smoothly, his tone never faltering, even for a moment. A small clang echoed off of the walls as the armor stepped forward. Mashiro forced himself to remain in place, not wanting to give into his enemy, especially since he had no form of weapon in this world. "For instance, let's say that the dreamer's emotion right before they fall asleep is terror. That dream will reflect what the being is most fearful of. Say it's confusion. In that case, the dream will bring out what the dreamer is confused about and multiply it."

The knight continued to approach Mashiro, who literally had to tell his feet to keep themselves planted. The blonde's hand began to twitch with the indecision of what he should do as his enemy advanced towards him.

"Tell me, Mashiro Ichijo, what were you feeling before you fell asleep?"

"I don't remember falling asleep," Mashiro replied stubbornly, finally taking a step back as the knight came uncomfortably close. "I don't remember going to the infirmary, I don't remember talking with the nurse and I'm not even in my usual clothes."

The knight merely listened as Mashiro's voice grew more desperate with his words. He stared at the confused teen through his suit of armor, effortlessly concealing his true feelings from the blonde. Which did nothing but irritate Mashiro further.

"Tell me what is going on," Mashiro growled shakily as his eyes narrowed.

"This is a dream," the knight responded. "Would you like to know why?"

Mashiro was growing very tired of these subliminal answers. "Because we are in a mirrored room covered with black rose petals?" he responded irritably.

"Because nothing is as it seems." The knight reached up and removed his helmet, drawing a heavy breath from Mashiro.

"Everything is an illusion," Sou Mizuhashi finished as he dropped the knights helmet to the floor. The armor was immediately surrounded by the black rose petals and apparently enveloped by them. After devouring the helmet, the petals began to creep up the suit of armor, eating it away as they moved up, until the entire ensemble disappeared. Sou was dressed in the same apparel as Mashiro.

The boy's uniform.

Mashiro backed himself into the wall, his eyes wide with both shock and realization. He had always thought that Sou was the knight. That is, until that night. That one night when Sou's calloused fingers had caressed his cheeks and neck... That night when his lips had met his own and trailed down his virgin skin... It was unbelievable to think that that knight, his enemy, could have such a tender touch...

"Everything is an illusion..." Sou repeated again, staring intently into Mashiro's eyes.

"Wh-what?" Mashiro murmured, pressing his hands against the wall behind him.

Sou stepped towards his classmate, leaving only inches between them. "This is a dream, Ichijo...," he breathed and brushed his lips against the other teen's cheek. Mashiro instantly tensed at those gentle lips and Sou continued. "It's meant to deceive you..."

Mashiro felt his body instantly relax at those lips. That touch. That voice... That silk voice that dripped with nothing but the smoothest ingredients. His mind momentarily emptied itself as Sou's hands gently laced with his own and his thin lips trailed across his skin until they met their destination of his own lips. Mashiro moaned quietly against his classmate's lips in need and he instinctively gave into that feeling of desire.

The desire his eyes had hinted at just moments before.

A chill crept up the blonde's spine as Sou's warm tongue ran gently across his lower lip, his mind having completely shut down at the wonderful feeling the tender kiss filled him with. Mashiro's lips parted on their own, allowing Sou access to his mouth.

The taller boy took advantage of this access; he pressed his body tightly against the blonde's and took in the taste of his classmate. His tongue probed the accepting mouth hungrily, making sure not to miss an inch of the sweet flavor offered to him. A flavor that tasted a lot like peppermint... A very refreshing taste...

"Mn, Sou..." Mashiro moaned quietly and began to struggle against the taller boy's grasp. His mind was slowly returning to it's original state as he turned his head to the side, denying Sou anything more. His honey eyes were slowly revealed and stared confusedly up into the chocolate irises that gazed smoothly right back at him. "...Sou-"

"Mashiro Ichijo," Sou cut him off quietly as his eyes took on a darker tone. Mashiro wasn't entirely sure what this emotion was, but whatever it was, it was intense. The only thing he knew for sure was that he felt like he was about to break apart under such a heavy gaze... One that almost looked sorrowful? No... Pained? Maybe... Longing?

And then it hit Mashiro what it was. But just as it hit him, Sou finished his sentence.

"I don't love you."

But your eyes tell me differently... They're radiating with love...

But this is a dream.

. . . Which part is the illusion?

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Left Wing: Well, there you have it. The shortest fan fiction I've ever written, but I'm still proud of it. Anyway, Reviews would make my life so much better, and thank you for reading!