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You, Me…We?


"I swear! It isn't my fault!" Kouji yelped as Sumi brought down her math textbook on his head. "Sumi! Stop!"

Izumi smiled, watching the two continue to fight. Turning around to face Takuya, she murmured, "They make a good couple."

He nodded in agreement, smirking as he wrapped his hands around her waist. "So, then what shall we do?"

"Well, you can start by removing your hands."


She let out a laugh, then leaned against him. "So, have you continued keeping up your grades in math?" she asked teasingly.

Immediately, Takuya let go off her and coughed, turning his head away as he turned red.

"Takuya! Kouichi warned you!"

"Yeah, well…"

"TAKUYA! YOUR COUSIN'S A MONSTER!" they both heard Kouji yell.

Yes, it was another typical lunch at school. Kouichi was off in his 'sanctuary,' studying, Kouji had annoyed Sumi yet again, and Takuya and Izumi were doing what they usually did-talking.

Izumi shook her head and replied, "That's only going to annoy her more, you know."

Her warning apparently came too late. Kouji was hit with the math textbook and knocked to the ground.

Laughing at the idiocy of the moment, Takuya pulled on Izumi's hand. "Come on," he whispered so only Izumi could hear, "let's leave the lovebirds alone."

Smiling, she agreed silently and followed him.

Kouji lay on the ground, however, not moving. Worried, Sumi dropped to her knees to examine him. "Kouji, I didn't hit you too hard, did I?" she asked in a concerned tone.

He kept silent.

"Kouji, this…isn't…funny…"

Still, silent.

Sighing, Sumi was about to stand up when Kouji grabbed her arm and pulled her back down. She let out a yelp and landed right on top of him. "Kouji! Let me go!"

"Nah…I'm comfortable, now."

She stared at him, wide-eyed as she exclaimed in horror, "Kouji!"

"What?" he asked, opening an eye. "It's not like anyone's watching."

"Y-yeah, but…"

"I don't see anything wrong with it."

At that comment, she blushed crimson, then pushed away from him, sitting beside him, now. "Well, I do."

Kouji smiled and closed his eyes. "You worry too much."

"You worry too little," she countered, lying back and closing her eyes as well.

"What's the fun in life if you don't take a few chances?"


Sighing, Kouji sat up and looked down at Sumi who had started ranting about all the times he had apparently been close to danger.

Good way to shut her up…simple, he thought with a smirk, leaning towards her, kiss her. Swiftly, he pressed his lips against her own, closing his eyes as he did and remembering their first kiss back at the hospital.

Sumi's eyes flew open as she struggled against Kouji, who had his arms to the side of her shoulders. Yanking her head away, she blushed and scooted out from underneath him. "Excuse me, Mr. I-think-I-can-do-whatever-I-want, but I have a personal bubble that must not be popped."

"Oh, that's nice to know. Glad that you shut up." Glad that I could kiss you again, too. Kouji chuckled and lay back down.

"You know," Sumi murmured thoughtfully, "that's the twenty-eighth time you've kissed me this week."

Kouji sat up, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Why is she counting?

She turned to face him. "I want to know something, Kouji. Why is it that you do that so much?"

"I…er…well, I, uhm, you see…" he stuttered. Unable to think of a good excuse, Kouji blurted, "I have to go! Later! The bell just rang!"

Sumi watched as he ran off, then looked at her watch. "Considering we have a good half hour left, sure…it did ring. Maybe I should ask Kouichi…but I don't really want to bother him…" Biting her lower lip, Sumi stood up and headed to Kouichi's lunch spot.


"Okay…and that goes there…but that makes no sense, because that number would change and that one w-wait…that one would, too," Kouichi muttered to himself as he was doing his math homework. Reaching over to his lunch, he pulled out a carrot stick and stuffed it in his mouth, then picked up his pencil and scribbled the answer onto the paper.

Chewing, he made a face at his homework, then turned around as he heard a noise in the bush behind him. It took him several seconds before he swallowed and asked, "Who is it?"

Kouji emerged from the rose bush, looked incredibly vexed. "Problem."



"I'm not exactly the social problem solver, but sure, what's the matter?" Kouichi asked, his eyes following Kouji as he sat down in front of Kouichi's lunch, nervously picking up a carrot stick.

"I…er…Sumi apparently counts how many times I kiss her a week."

"…how many times do you kiss her a week?" Kouichi asked, smirking.

"This week? It's gone up to twenty-eight."

Kouichi silently thanked unseen forces that he hadn't been eating a carrot stick at that moment. Drawing a breath to try to process the information, he questioned, "So…what's the problem?"

Kouji opened his mouth several times, unsure of what to say. Finally, he forced it out of his mouth, practically screaming, "She asked if I meant anything by the kisses."

"And do you?"

"That's just the thing, Kouichi!" the younger of the two said miserably, "I don't know!"

Startled, the older twin shut his math book and put away his homework. "Good thing I finished my math homework before you decided to bug me. If you don't know, Kouji, why do you kiss her?" Of course, to Kouichi, the answer was obvious-it was because they liked each other. Now to make Kouji realize that, he thought with a wry grin.

His brother shrugged. "Because I want to?"

"Go deeper…"


"Because you like her, idiot, because you like her," Kouichi muttered, placing his pencil on top of his math book. "How dense are you? I don't even have a girlfriend, and I know this!"

Kouji fell silent.

"Kouji?" Kouichi rose an eyebrow.




"You like her."

"But she…"

"She likes you, too."

Kouji opened his mouth again, but nothing came out. Instead, he drew several breaths before standing up. "Very funny joke, Kouichi. Thanks for confusing me," he growled angrily as he stalked off.

Kouichi shrugged. Okay, so Kouji is dense. Wonder if Sumi knows. Getting them together is harder than I imagined, he thought, scratching the back of his head thoughtfully.

His thoughts were interrupted by Sumi, who walked in, an equally confused expression on her face that reminded Kouichi a lot of the one Kouji had.

"No, no, let me guess," Kouichi said immediately as soon as she opened her mouth. "Kouji, right? You like him, he likes you. Go talk to him, not me."

Nodding, Sumi walked off, not bothering to say another word.

Kouichi smiled. "It's only now that they realize I always happen to be right," he whispered softly, closing his eyes. To no one in particular, he said aloud, "I guess some of us have more special near-deaths than others, don't we, Ophanimon?"


Kouji slammed his fist against the wall again. "Damn him…" he cursed, hitting the wall again. "He has to lie."

Another punch.

"But it isn't true."

Another punch.

"It can't be."

"Kouji, stop ruining the wall, it has enough dents in it already," Takuya snapped in an irritated voice as soon as he found his friend. "What do you consider it? Your private wall?"

"Yes," Kouji retorted angrily. There was a slight pause before he asked, "Where's Izumi? Shouldn't you be talking with her as usual?"

Takuya laughed, relieving some tension in the air. "Nah, we all have our own lives. What's wrong with you?"



"Shut it," Kouji growled. "I'm being normal! Now go away!"

"Oh, yes," Takuya said with heavy sarcasm, "Punching a wall is so normal."

Kouji insisted, "It is!"

"Just as normal as it is that you like my cousin, then. Because you do like her, don't you?"

Stiffening, Kouji turned to Takuya, twitching as he did. "I…I DON'T KNOW, DAMMIT!"

At this, Takuya burst out laughing, a hand against the wall for support as he doubled over and laughed harder. "That's just too much! You don't know? Honestly?" asked the goggle-boy.

Boiling with anger, Kouji kicked the wall before grabbing his foot and hopping around in pain. "Owww…damn you, Takuya! Why do you have to talk?"

In response, Takuya laughed harder.

"Kouji…where are you?"

Both boys stopped, Kouji's eyes widening slightly as he recognized Sumi's voice. "Uh…I'll hide…and you don't tell her where I went!" he hastily told Takuya before hiding behind bushes.

Takuya leaned against the wall casually, whistling and staring up at the ceiling. As soon as Sumi walked up to him, he coughed and pointed to the bushes as inconspicuously as possible. "Hey, Sumi, what's up?" he asked his cousin with a grin.

She rolled her eyes. "Izumi's looking for you by the way."

"Really? Well, the bell's going to be ringing soon, so I'd make it quick if I were you," he whispered as he ran past her.

Sumi nodded with a smile and headed straight towards the bushes. "Oy, bandana head."

Kouji whimpered in response.


With a sigh, the bandana boy rose to his feet and slumped against the wall. "What?" he asked glumly.

Sumi's expression softened. "You never told me."

I don't know the answer myself. "Oh," he muttered.

"Kouji…I…I mean, if it's…just to shut me up, I mean, I'll understand. It's just…I find it weird."

Kouji looked at the bush. His eyes flickered momentarily before his gaze returned to Sumi and pierced her eyes as he commanded softly, "Stop being stupid."


"It's not to shut you up."


"I don't know. I think…I guess…I…I like you, okay?" Kouji snapped, folding his arms grumpily and turning away. This is so sappy. I HATE IT. "I like you, and I don't want to admit it."

Sumi stepped towards him. "So…you bug me for the same reason?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Bug you?" Kouji turned to face her, his expression completely serious. "No, that's because it's fun to annoy you."

As soon as Sumi's face clouded with anger, Kouji realized his mistake. Gulping, he looked around before backing up against the wall. "Now, now, Sumi…uh…don't murder me, I swear! Takuya put me up to it!"

"Oh, I'm so sure!" Sumi snapped, storming up to him. "So did he put you up to the kisses, too, then?"

Kouji nearly banged his head against the wall as Sumi placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed his cheek. "What the…?" he muttered, blinking at her.

She merely smiled as she told him, "I still owe you."

Opening his mouth several times, Kouji found himself unable to speak. Then, with a sly grin, he replied, "Great! Dinner next week!"


"Hey, you owe me. Dinner next week. I get to take you to dinner."

"So I have to pay?" she exclaimed.

Kouji rolled his eyes. "Idiot. I said I get to take you to dinner. Meaning I get to pay for you, and we're even."

Sumi glared. "That just draws me into deeper debt," she muttered.

As the bell rang, a smug look appeared on Kouji's face and he whispered, "Of course it does. Which is why I'm doing that."

"Evil!" Sumi shouted as they started walking back to class.

"Look who's talking!"



"Bandana obsesser!"

"Well you're a-…dang, I can't come up with any insults…"


"Oh shush."

"Shush yourself."


"Shut your mouth."

"How exactly?"

Sumi rolled her eyes. "You put your lips together like this and-"

Just as Sumi put her lips together, Kouji pressed a kiss against her lips, smirking as he did. I rule! I rule! I…OW! He retreated away from her, rubbing his cheek. "Oww…you bruised my ego!" complained the boy.

She merely glared. "I need to breath, thank you."

"No you don't."

"Actually, you don't."

"No, you don't!"

"No, you."

"Stop being so immature, Sumi!" Kouji suddenly said, cracking up and pointing at her.

Rolling her eyes again, Sumi whacked the back of his head. "Shut up, bandana boy." As they stopped in front of her classroom, she looked up at him. "So, tonight or next week?"

Kouji looked at her with a crooked smile. "Tonight, if you can make it," he murmured. "I'll see you after school."


As Kouji tried to pull away, he found he couldn't. Turning around, he saw his hand holding Sumi's. God, this is stupid…when did that happen? Twitching, he stared at his hand. "Uh…sorry about that."

"I-It's okay…" Sumi jumped a little as the second bell rang.

"Umm…" Kouji murmured, letting go of her hand, "I guess I'm late."

"Same here…"

"Er…yeah, well, you better go in," he whispered, pushing her towards the door.

Sumi nodded, smiling a little. "I'll see you later."

As Kouji headed to his class, he smiled to himself. Finally…it's over.


Kouichi frowned as he stared at the computer. "But what's over, Kouji?" he whispered to himself. As far as Kouichi was concerned, it was all far from over. Maybe this one story…but…

With a sigh, Kouichi put on his cap and got off the computer, staring at his hands. "What's the future going to be now, Ophanimon? I know you're planning something. I just don't know what it is, yet…"





Yes, that's the end. A cliffhanger. I may do a branch off story of this. I didn't really like Kouji's ending. It stunk. Blech. Although, I will either attempt a sequel, if I ever get an idea, or I will (which is probably more definite) write what happens to Kouichi and why he's all…Kouichi in this story. Yeah, so either a Kouichi story or a sequel which seems impossible. You pick.

A big thank you to everyone who reviewed. You guys are awesome. Makes me want to write more.

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