So it's finally here! And it's longer than usual to make up for the long long wait (at least start to). So here we go! I don't own these characters, of course.

Kazahaya hadn't left the Bs yet. He looked at the next column on the page. He had to be able to use some of these words.

'Bourgeois' (noun, adj) - a member of the middle class.

That shouldn't be to hard to throw out in a casual conversation. If he was reading the pronunciation key right, it sounded cool, too. Almost French. It would knock Rikuo off his high horse, that was for sure.

He wanted to practice a little with it, make up a few sentences to say out loud so he could be sure it sounded okay, but he heard Saiga's uproarious laughter outside the door and shoved the dictionary under his pillow, turning bright red.

Rikuo came in next, closing the door behind him out of habit. Kazahaya used to be uncomfortable with it, like they were trapped in there together or something, but he'd gotten used to it. Now it was kind of nice sometimes, and could definitely be quieter. But at this moment he wished it were wide open and he were walking through it.

"What's your problem?" Rikuo shot the question across the room while he looked for a clean shirt to change into. The irritation in his voice was more for Saiga than Kazahaya, but either would do. He knew if he stayed in the room long enough, his roommate would do something to annoy him.

"N-nothing." He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. The dictionary was safely hidden. "Nothing is wrong with me, Rikuo. I'm perfectly fine." He said stiffly.

"Yeah." He brushed off the seriously formal tone of voice and stripped to the waist. Kazahaya's blush grew a little deeper and he averted his eyes.

"Isn't that a little rude?"

Rikuo looked over at him and smirked. "Is it? Shouldn't I be calling you rude for watching?"

"I wasn't watching!" Oh, no. He was going to lose his cool again. He could always feel it.

Of course, by then he was watching when Rikuo trailed his hand lazily down his chest. "You don't have to be so shy, Kaza. If you want to watch, go ahead."

"Get your head out of the gutter!" He whipped around so there would be no way Rikuo could say he was watching. That was low. Low even for him. Like he'd even want to watch him.

"Why don't you join me down there instead?" He whispered into Kazahaya's ear. He hadn't even heard him come over.

The younger boy jumped and skidded away towards the head of his bed.

"Now I just told you, you don't have to be shy." He continued to advance and Kazahaya did the only reckless thing he could think of. He chucked the dictionary at Rikuo.

"Pervert. You don't ever deserve to be called bourgeois!" The heavy book caught him in the chest and he let out a heavy rush of air and sank to one knee on the bed. Kazahaya darted around him and out the door, closing it behind him.

He didn't know the stunned expression on his roommate's face had come from getting his breath knocked out of him or Kazahaya's choice in words. Did he even know what bourgeois was?

And yes, that had certainly been one way to use his new word in a conversation, but turning it into another insult went against his vow to rise above the petty fighting. Such resolve.

Rikuo didn't follow him out of the room. Kazahaya waited in the hall, ready to apologize and silently suffer the ridicule he was sure he deserved, but when he finally did come out, fully clothed now, he said he had something to take care of and moved off without mentioning anything about what had just happened.

That definitely wasn't because he threw a book at him. It was a strange feeling knowing that for all intents and purposes, he'd come out on top.

Unless Rikuo...oh no...

Kazahaya let out a relieved sigh to find Kakei's dictionary was sitting on his bed. It was flipped open, he realized with a little thrill, to the page he read bourgeois off of. Rikuo really must not have known what it meant.

That was officially score one for Kazahaya!

Rikuo showed himself into Kakei's office. The older man was alone for once, doing paperwork by lamplight.

"Can I help you with something, Rikuo?" He looked up and smiled pleasantly at his company.

"No. I just need to borrow your first aid kit." He opened a cabinet and took out the white plastic case.

"Is everything all right?"

Rikuo considered the question as he rummaged around. But maybe he should be asking Kazahaya that, instead. Or maybe he'd just caught him at a bad time?

"Fine." He pulled out a roll of bandages, and tape and shut the case again. "Can I, uh, pay you, or-"

"Don't worry about it. May I ask what they're for?" It was clear that he was very interested. He'd set down his pen and was watching Rikuo with his usual probing smile. Rikuo owed him a lot, if he really wanted to know, he felt obligated to give him what he wanted.

He turned towards Kakei and raised his shirt to expose his torso. The older man came around his desk and thoughtfully studied the angry bruise.

"I take it you were caught off guard."

"Yeah, you could say that." Rikuo laughed and winced. He knew it had been a book, thrown by Kazahaya no less, that had done the damage, but it felt like he'd been shot or stabbed or at least hit by someone Saiga's size. The most damage he initially thought there had been was getting the breath knocked out of him, and then he bent to pick up the book and he thought his stomach had been torn out.

"What happened?"

Rikuo gave him the short summary, leaving out everything leading up to the book being thrown, and everything after.

"Ah." And that was it. He either already understood it or didn't think it was as odd as Rikuo made it out to be. Whichever it was, Kakei opened the first aid kit again and handed Rikuo an icepack, telling him to bandage his injury after some of the swelling had gone down. By then it was quickly going from red to darkest purple.

"Nothing life threatening, just take it easy. And watch out for flying dictionaries." Rikuo thanked him and left, trying to remember when he'd actually mentioned that the book was a dictionary.

When Kakei's door opened again, he didn't look up.

"Anymore late night visitors dropping by, or is it safe to come in again?"

"No, I think we've seen the last of those two for today." Saiga stepped in and locked the door behind him, just in case. Then he sprawled tiredly on the couch.

"It's a good thing I'm not the jealous type." Kakei laughed softly as he cleaned up his paperwork. What was left could wait until morning.

"I'm very glad to hear that." He placed the files inside the desk and turned in his chair to watch Saiga.

"Well...? Are you going to tell me what'd happening with them or not?" He growled in irritation.

"Well, it seems that the book I lent Kazahaya wasn't as harmless as I originally thought."

"Is that so?"

"Hmm. I suppose we'll have to keep watching to see exactly what's still in there."

"Nothing that wasn't let on purpose." Saiga laughed. He felt sorry for those boys sometimes, victim to experiments and observations they'd probably never know about.

But that was the price they paid. They'd thank Kakei someday.

I don't think I explained the dictionary thing very well, but you got the foreshadowing of not and I'll explain better next time, whenever that it. Until then!