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Hikaru stared blankly at the pages of his English textbook. It was useless. No matter how hard he tried, he just could not understand any of the sentences. He had never been good at this kind of stuff, and of course it didn't help that thoughts of a certain raven-haired boy kept creeping into his mind.

"What do I need to learn English for anyway?" he muttered to himself and snapped the book close, threw it on the small desk, and reached for one of the tattered manga that lay on the floor. He was just about to re-read the adventures of some bleached haired young ninja when loud knocking on the door interrupted him.

"Hikaru! Are you asleep? Hikaru, I'm doing the laundry, and I need to get your clothes." Hikaru's mother kept knocking persistently on the door. "Hikaru! Hikaru, open the door! HI-KA-RU!"

"Just a second mom!" Hikaru grumbled and got up. The knocking seemed to get even lauder. "I said just a second. What's the urgency, it's just dirty clothes." He opened the door and almost got trampled over by his mother in her haste to get to the laundry basket.

"Hikaru, is this all of it?" she asked while clutching the overflowing basket. "I want to make sure you have clean clothes for the weekend. Do you have any clean underwear?" she asked in a worried voice.

" MOM!" He groaned. "What am I, a kindergartener?" Hikaru shot his mother an irritated look, but she barely seemed to notice. "Yes mom, that's all of my dirty clothes in the basket. And yes, I HAVE clean underwear."

"Hikaru, you don't need to use that tone with me. I'm leaving in a couple of hours, and I just want to make sure you are all set for the weekend." She seemed more stressed than usual, and it showed on her pale complexion and shrilly voice.

"It's just that I don't feel comfortable leaving you all by yourself, even if it is for only a couple of days. Are you sure you don't want to stay at your grandfather's? Are you going to be fine? What if there's an emergency? What if-"

"Mom! Stop it, will you?" Hikaru was getting really aggravated now. " The way you talk you'd think you are going away for months or something. I'll be fine." He started to nudge his mother towards the door. The woman drove him crazy. He had almost successfully gotten her out of his room, when she abruptly stopped.

"What about your homework?"

Hikaru froze in place. "Homework… what homework?" He desperately tried to sound nonchalant, but his mother didn't fail to catch the apprehension in his voice.

"Your homework Hikaru. Your ENGLISH homework, remember? You promised me you were going to catch up with all the lessons that you've missed." She eyed him suspiciously. "You have not finished it, have you?"

" I… well. I'm kinda… working on it, but I, ah, I sort of need… you know, some…" He was struggling to find the words that would get his mother of his back.

" Some…someone to help me. Yeah! That's what I'm working on, getting some help." He was feeling pretty smart right now.

"What kind of help?"

"A friend is gonna help me, kinda like a… ah, like a tutor. Yep that's it. By the time you get back all my homework will be done. I'm gonna be so busy, that I won't have time to get into any trouble." And with that he finally managed to get his mother out of his room. He was beginning to think she would never leave, or worse that she would cancel her trip altogether. Well, technically it was his father's trip, but who cares.

He thought he heard the doorbell ring, but didn't pay much attention. Now all he had to do was get somebody to come over and help him. But who? Waya? No, he was even more hopeless than he was. How about Isumi? He is smart but way to busy, so probably not a good choice right now. Hikaru was thinking really hard.

"Akari!" She'd probably help him. She'd chew him up first, but she wouldn't desert him, right? And besides, it wasn't as if he actually expected to understand the stupid homework anyway. He only needed to show his mother that he was doing some work. That'd keep her off his back for a while. All he needed now was the phone.

Hikaru was congratulating himself for the great plan he'd come up with, when knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts, yet again. He groaned.

"What do you want now?" he yelled in exasperation.

"Hikaru, there's somebody here to see you." His mother cleared her throat nervously. "Open the door, how long are you gonna make your friend wait?"

Hikaru muttered under his breath something that sounded like I'll show you manners all right and opened the door.

"Who is-" He couldn't finished his sentence. Standing in front of him was none other then Touya Akira, with his shiny black hair and piercing violet eyes. The same Touya Akira that plagued his dreams and robbed him of his peace of mind.

Hikaru wanted to scream. What the hell was Touya Akira doing here in his house? He wanted to demand and explanation. Too bad he seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

The other boy looked at him with mild amusement. He appeared very composed, and Hikaru wished that Akira didn't look impeccable in his preppy outfit, a sharp contrast to his own disheveled clothes. It made him feel inadequate somehow.

"Hikaru! Where are your manners?" His mother was livid. "What is your friend going to think?" She cleared her throat again, and turned to Akira giving him a nervous smile.

" I'm so sorry, please forgive my son's rudeness. I don't know where he gets that from."

Akira's eyes never left the shorter boy and noted the tension on his face. He smiled inwardly and turned to Hikaru's mother, regaling her with one of his trademark charming smiles.

"Please don't apologize."

Hikaru's mother was now openly gawking at Akira and blushing like a schoolgirl. Hikaru could not believe it, his mother was yet another victim of Touya's allure. It was disgusting.

"Oh my, such fine manners." Hikaru's mom brought one of her hand up to her face as if trying to cover her blushing cheeks, and laughed nervously. "Are you here to help Hikaru with his English homework?"

"English homework?" He glanced back at Hikaru who appeared to be petrified. "Why, yes. I'm here to help Shindou with his... homework." He smirked and turned his attention back to the boy's mother.

"Did I come you at a bad time? I thought I saw some luggage downstairs. Are you going two going on a trip?" He asked with just the slightest trace of anxiety in his voice.

"Oh, no no. It's just me and Hikaru's father. We are going to a relative's wedding in Hokkaido. Hikaru is staying and working on his homework." She was talking very fast, and waving her hands as if to emphasize her words. "Didn't Hikaru tell you?" She asked with a small frown.

"It must have escaped my mind"

"Well then, I'll leave you two. I've got to finish straightening the kitchen. Don't want to live a mess behind." She gave shrilly little laugh and made to leave, but turned back instead.

"Would you like something to drink? There's tea, and soft drinks downstairs."

"No thank you." Akira answered politely. "I think we better get started on that homework."

"Oh, of course. I'll leave you then." She smiled nervously again and went back to the kitchen.

"I thought she'd never leave." Said Akira in a low voice and walked toward Hikaru. "Aren't you going to invite me into your room?"

Hikaru stared at him for a moment and finally answered. "No".

Akira smiled that annoyingly smug smile of his, leaned ever so close to Hikaru, and whispered into his ear.

"Are you sure you want to stay here, where you mother can hear us?"

Hikaru felt shivers run down his spine. He growled inwardly and muttered under his breath.

"Just get in you jerk".

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Akira followed the other boy into the room, and closed the door behind him.

Hikaru went straight to the point. "What are you doing here?" He demanded hoarsely.

"I thought I was here to help you with your school work. What was it again? English?" Akira sounded way too amused for Hikaru's liking.

"Cut the crap Touya, I'm not my mother." The green eyed boy took a deep breath and repeated the question as calmly as he could. "Why are you here?"

"Well, " Akira sat down on the small bed still smiling, "you said we didn't really knew each other. And I figured, what better way to get to know you better than to spend more time with you in your house," his smile widened and then added "in your room..."

Hikaru stared at him in disbelief. Sure, a part of him wanted to believe that Akira wanted to know him better, that they could be friends even; that maybe Akira could love him... But the other part of him knew that was not the reason the raven-haired boy was here. He didn't look like he wanted to know more about him, he looked ready to pounce on him. He had some nerve!

Hikaru shook his head and chuckled softly. And to think he had almost convinced himself that he could come up with a way to make Akira fall in love with him!

"Do you think this is amusing?" Asked Akira, the mischievous twinkle still present in his eyes. "You think I'm lying?"

"Honestly? I think you are an arrogant, manipulative and deceitful jerk." Hikaru sighed. He also thought he was stunningly gorgeous, that his voice was the sexiest sound on the face of the earth and that his hair was softer than silk... but he was not about to tell him that.

Akira's smile faded. A look of pure determination replaced it. He stood up from the bed in one swift motion and advanced in Hikaru's direction until he was only inches away from him.

"I'm serious," He said, "I want to know you better."

Hikaru tried to step back, to put some distance between them, only to feel the cool wall against his back. Akira tilted his head to one side and leaned against him, resting one of his hands on the wall. A dreadful feeling of déjà vu washed over Hikaru.

"I want to know you. All of you." He whispered, and Hikaru closed his eyes against the waft of breath way too close to his ear. "You intrigue me". His words were silky soft, yet his actions determined and persistent. Hikaru guessed that any resistance from him would do little to change Akira's mind. It was as if they were playing Go, and Akira was aiming ruthlessly for victory, regardless of how that affected him.

Hikaru was about to shove the taller boy away and run, but halted. No, that was not the way he was going to free himself from this. He had gone through this before, and trying to escape hadn't done much for him. His mouth went dry, and he stared at the floor as he tried to muster the strength he needed. Sadly, the faint fragrance emanating from Akira's hair interrupted his thoughts and distracted him from the argument he was trying to formulate.

"Every time that I think I've got you figured out, you manage to surprise me." Akira confessed and his lips feathered across Hikaru's cheek. The heat of his mouth closed over his earlobe and Hikaru's resistance slipped dangerously. All too soon, he sagged against the wall, felt himself turn to touch his lips to Akira's.

Akira's lips closed over his and Hilaru's will dissolved beneath his touch. For the moment he did not care that the other boy manipulated him deliberately. For the moment, he wanted nothing but Akira's kiss.

And it was this kiss that granted him the answer to his predicament. The instant he allowed Akira to claim his lips, he felt him tremble too. And Hikaru was struck by a realization; he was not the only one affected by this passion. This was a two-way street. It was no more than a sensible decision that had Hikaru opening his mouth and allowing Akira greater access. He immediately felt dread well up within him, knowing that the stakes were high, but he knew what he had to do. He was going to turn the tables; he was going seduce Akira.

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Will Akira get his way? Will Hikaru get the upper-hand? Will Hikaru's mom walk-in on them? The second part of this chapter is coming up soon... I'm serious!