Disclaimer: All the character are owned by Hisaya Nakajo. Hope this one is a better read... Had more fun writing this.

Chapter 1:

Umeda sat comfortably behind the bushes and took a sip of his beer. It was a cheery morning. The sky was a clear blue, spotted with fluffy white clouds. The view from the roof-top would have been much better but it wouldn't do for a sensei to be found smoking and drinking there. Besides, settling for the bushes had proved to be more interesting; especially since he was able to eavesdrop to the exchanges between certain students. Ah, the joy of being young. Things have certainly been getting interesting at Ohsaka Gakuen ever since Mizuki transferred here. It was amazing that none of the guys she has been mixing around with have noticed that she is a female (with the exception of Sano and himself).

Umeda inhaled deeply from the cigarette in his other hand, enjoying his reprieve from that irritating kouhai of his who never seemed to have enough work to do to keep him out of Umeda's office. Despite the pains he had taken to avoid his kouhai, Umeda was to unable to shake Akiha from his shadow. It was plain bad luck that Akiha had taken a fancy on Mizuki to be his one of his models for the Pupa advertisement which had led to Akiha eventually discovering Umeda working as the school doctor in their Alma Mata. Umeda could not believe that Akiha was still infatuated with him after so long.

Umeda tried to shake off the unwanted trip down memory lane but it was already too late. He could still remember the day when he first met Akiha…

"I really really like you. Let me show you…" Umeda whispered huskily in Kijima's ear before his tongue began to make lazy circles in the latter's ear. They were both sitting on the roof-top, the warm sun causing both their shirts to stick to their chests. Classes were over and most of the students have left the school block for their society activities so there was almost absolute privacy in the school grounds, not that Umeda or Kijima were particularly concerned with being found out. The danger of being found out made what they were doing more exciting and exhilarating anyway.

Both of them have been 'dating' for almost a year now. But it was difficult to place a finger on exactly what they were to each other. Kijima always seemed… detached. His face was always a stoic mask, devoid of all expressions, except to smirk when Umeda did something that unexpectedly engaged his interest. Umeda was always the one to make plans and take initiative in everything they did; just like when Kijima nominated him to be his co-organizer for the school event and ended up dumping everything on Umeda's lap.

Umeda undid the buttons on Kijima's shirt, at the same time licking a moist path down Kijima's chest, all the way to his navel. Kijima gave a shudder as Umeda's tongue dipped into his sensitive spot. He jerked Umeda up so that the both of them were eye to eye before kissing Umeda violently, his hands feathery-light under Umeda's shirt, trailing the sweat-slicked back. Umeda turned to face Kijima more fully, allowing Kijima's hands to roam more freely and to sink his own hands into Kijima's spiky crop, causing the jet black hair to stand in all directions.

"Ahem." A voice suddenly broke into Umeda's consciousness, destroying the moment.

Umeda looked up slowly towards the voice, his senses dulled from the passionate encounter with Kijima.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Umeda asked irritably, a dark scowl marring his features as he stared at the lower classman who interrupted his private time.

"Akiha Hara. You were supposed to be tutoring me 30 minutes ago." The blond boy replied, the lollipop in his mouth replaced by a wide grin, as if seeing two grown half-naked boys kissing were a common everyday affair.

Umeda narrowed his eyes. He had forgotten that he had promised Yumiko sensei to tutor lower classmen who were weak in their studies. Yumiko sensei had initially approached Kijima to do it since he was supposed to be the model student - not Umeda - but Kijima in his manipulative manner, had convinced the teacher that Umeda would be a better tutor than him. So now, Umeda was stuck with this cocky kouhai who did not seem to be in need of any extra lessons except in manners and better timing.

Umeda coolly smoothened down his clothes and adjusted his semi-skewed glasses and turned to taller golden-haired boy. "Let's go then." Umeda said curtly, miffed at both Kijima and Akiha.