A/N: Hi all! Well it didn't take too long for me to make a new story (I bet you're all happy about that). So enjoy!

He wasn't the type to lose things; it was as plain as that. But yet…here he was. His first initial reaction was humor, thinking that he had merely placed the lost object in another compartment of his bag. It wasn't until he emptied both his bag and his pockets that the gravity of the situation began to make itself clear. Flynn Scifo, first year college student of M University, had lost his phone. It just wasn't right, especially given what said cell phone meant to him.

It was a parting gift from his mother before leaving for Japan, and even if that was some years ago he never switched it out for a newer model. He was going overseas to live with his cousin to get away from his parents, which was for the best because they were having a few legal problems. For him to stay meant he'd probably just get in their way, something he deeply didn't want to do. Hell, he was the one who had come up with the idea to go abroad, slightly happy that he was both fluent in the language and have a relative to greet him upon arrival.

The blonde's departure was filled with melancholy, because no one really knew when he'd return, not even himself. His other cried while his father patted his back, both of them telling him to call them every once in a while. He would try…but in the back of his mind he cynically knew it wouldn't happen. He would, of course, at first, but after the first few missed calls and pushing it back to 'later' their communication would definitely be lacking if not severed all together. But he put on a cheerful face and told them he would try, 'trying' being the only thing he could really do. The flight was ungodly long, though Flynn would willingly admit that it had been a while since he had slept so well.

The stewardess' were fairly kind, telling him how much time they still had because both minutes and hours just seemed to blend together. It was such a…odd feeling going to a place where time just seemed so different, the country itself being an entire day ahead of the one he had left. Not only that night and day were completely reserved, so if it was the middle of the day back home it was the middle of the night in Japan. How Flynn would adjust to this was beyond even his comprehension, but he would try…he was much more concerned about the culture shock.

Oh yes…he would be counting the day until he somehow made a fool himself in front of someone. With a culture so steeped in respect, he was damn sure he'd be pissing someone off his very first week there. Of course he was ignoring the glaringly obvious fact that he would stand out like a sore thumb, because no Japanese person was born with blonde hair and blue eyes. Flynn was, by every standard, the clueless foreigner. It was sad, and worse yet he would probably never really feel like anything but an outsider as time passed. Sure he'd make friends, earn less strange looks from the neighbors and maybe manage to date…but it would never really be his homeland.

Upon arriving at the airport, it wasn't all that hard spotting his cousin since, well, he made sure he could be seen. Holding up a sign with his name on it would've been fine, but holding up a sign that said 'I'm the only other blonde in this airport' in English was embarrassing as all hell. He was really ready to buy a ticket back home, telling his parents that Guy's crappy idea of jokes were horrible. But that wasn't an options, so he kept silent as he was probed with questions about his flight, his family and if he had gotten all of his luggage.

The two of them looked a bit alike, though certain variations such as eye color, hair length and age made it clear that they were not twins but were related in some fashion. This was pretty much why he allowed the 'you were better off coming here' comment to slide during the car ride back to his place. He already knew this, but just hearing it from someone else made him annoyed. He kept his feelings to himself, knowing no matter what he felt it wouldn't help anybody.

Guy's apartment was small, but then again he wasn't expecting much from someone living on gym teacher's salary. High school was going to be interesting, but before that he had an entire month to get himself adjusted and make sure he learned a little about the culture. Things were slow at first, Flynn usually holding himself up inside the apartment and making himself useful, but after a week he was kicked out and told to 'see the neighborhood'. Shibuya was a lively place, full of people around his age just living out their youth. He didn't have any friends to do the same with, and it really didn't bother him all that much.

He spent the next few weeks navigating the city and subway system, finding both seemingly complicated at first but easily getting the hang of it. Flynn also managed to get himself accustomed to things he surely wouldn't have done back home, such as using the honorifics '-san' when referring to someone older than himself, '-kun' when referring to a boy around his age and '-chan' when talking to a girl. He also found that everyone addressed one another by their last names, only going by the first if they were close with the other. Guy informed in that upon entering school he'd have to call the upper classmen 'sempai', something he remembered since pissing off the people above him was never a good idea.

Once the big things were out of the way Flynn learned a few that he formed a habit of doing, such as saying 'tadaima' upon arriving back home or saying 'itadakimasu' before eating. His cousin was an okay cook, but then again Flynn really couldn't complain because his couldn't cook worth a lick. He was just naturally bad at it, even back home his mother didn't allow him to help her in any way in fear that something might go wrong. He didn't take it to heart though.

By the time school finally started he felt that he had learned enough to no make that big of a fool of himself, though he was certain that something would go wrong along the way. He was told that the uniform he would be wearing was the fall version, which consisted of a blue blazer with the school emblem embroidered on the chest pocket, a pair of pants that matched the color of the blazer and a simple white dress shirt. The tie that came with it was completely optionally, but since he wanted to make a good first impression he decided to wear it. All in all Flynn really felt like he was going to a job interview, or better yet just going to work in an office building. The dress code was the dress code and the only thing he could really be happy about was that everything he wore was comfortable.

Walking though the main gate he was greeted by a few stairs, something he wasn't entirely surprised about, so he kept himself composed as he tried to figure out what class he'd be in. Outside was a large board broke into both grade and class, most of the students huddling around it to do exactly the same thing he was doing. It didn't take him long to find his name, though when he said '1-C' out loud he swore he hear an echo…a much more feminine echo. Looking around he found a girl staring at him with a surprised look on her face, obviously the both of them having the same reaction when hearing their class being said.

She was smaller than him, and if he hadn't have heard her he probably would've missed her completely. Much like the other girls she was wearing almost the same thing he was, the only difference being the plaid skirt she wore. Flynn wasn't quite sure what he should've been doing, though just saying 'sorry' and walking away probably would've been best. But before he could even do so she took his hand, shaking it furiously as she shouted 'welcome to Japan' in the choppiest English he had ever heard since coming to the country…and that was saying a lot. She had the brightest smile on her face which just made things even more confusing to him, and the only thing he could do was laugh nervously and tell her that he spoke Japanese.

She looked at him with horrified eyes, apologizing over and over again while bowing just as many times…Flynn was a little afraid her back might break. The blonde quickly stopped her, saying that everything was okay. Since they were heading the same way he wasn't at all surprised that he was followed by her, but it was a little odd to say the least. She never tried to initiate a conversation; though ever time he looked over his shoulder she seemed to be studying him like some kind of exotic animal.

Well, in that school he probably was.

By the time the teacher was finished introducing him everyone pretty much huddled around him, asking him about this and that which he sometime found rather embarrassing, but not in a bad way. Since role had been called he had learned the name of the girl who had been examining him, Estelle, and she was pretty eager to showing him around the school, much to her friend's displeasure. Or at least Flynn thought she was Estelle's friend. Everywhere they went they were followed by a brunette with a really pissed off look on her face, and after a while he really had no choice but to ask if he had done something wrong. He was merely given a loud 'tch' and nothing more, which either meant he needed to bid his tour guide farewell or just shut up and deal with it.

He chose the latter. By the time lunch rolled around he had to hide himself so he wasn't surrounded by a crowd of people wanting to know about him, but somehow Estelle had managed to find him along with irritated follower. Her name was Rita, and given what he had seen during the one class both of them shared she was not the easiest person to get along with. She was referred to as the 'chibi akuma' around the school, though he had also heard that anyone who had ever said that to her had been sent to the infirmary. It amazed him how someone like Estelle, who was also called 'hime-sama' by admirers, could willingly put up with her let alone find her pleasant.

It wasn't until he really began spending time with the two of them that he found out, and it was so amusing that he really couldn't keep his laughter contained. Apparently the brunette had a 'thing' for the enthusiastic girl, acting completely different from what the students at school saw her as. He nearly lost his arm when he inquired to Rita about the 'thing', quickly adding that he didn't have a problem with it just was she dislocated it. Luckily she was nice enough to pop it back into place, both of which hurt like hell.

Flynn had managed to get his social life in order, not only by making a few friends but by also joining the kendo club. Why kendo? Because it was one of the only clubs that didn't chase him down the hallway while yelling 'join our club!' or something similar. It was a bit strange how desperate people were to obtain members…The blonde also joined because of his secret love for swords, and he figured the best way to get his hands on one, even if it was wooden, was join. The whole sport was a little difficult to get into at first with all the equipment he had to wear, but after getting past that he became one of the best in the class. Guy, Estelle and Rita always came to his tournaments, but it was little embarrassing having them cheer so loudly for him (Guy and Estelle more so than Rita).

He had a good three years of high school, he had made many bonds with people he hoped he'd see again in life, gotten to be one of the top students in his class and had helped get his team to the national kendo tournament which they had won…but…upon leaving he felt that he had missed out on something. Just what it was he wasn't really sure of, and upon asking his cousin if he had ever felt such a thing he was merely greeted with a smirk, Guy telling him to 'figure it out' himself. So helpful…It bothered him even as he entered college, wondering why he felt so half full when he had had such a wonderful high school life.

So he decided to devote his entire college life to figure out what he had missed out on in high school.

"Eh? Flynn, where are you going?" Estelle asked, eyes watching him curiously as he began to sprint away.

"I think I left my phone in one of the classrooms," He said as he stopped momentarily, "It might take some time so I'll see you two tomorrow."

With that she nodded and left, Rita following right behind her and probably silently thanking him for the alone time with enthusiastic girl he had unintentionally given her. He had three classed to check, physics, Japanese Mythology and anthropology, and none of them were near the other. He sighed just thinking about the walk, not really wanting to do it all over again but knowing that if he wanted to find his phone he needed to. His anthropology teacher was still in the room, so all he had to do was ask if anyone had turned in a cell phone. Sadly no one had, and before moving on the blonde was told that he had a report due in two weeks.

Right…he was supposed to be writing a short paper about the culture variations between Japan and back home, which would pretty much serve as the set up for the term paper he'd have to write during the end of the year. He knew a lot about differences in ones culture, so the class just came naturally to him…this really couldn't be said about physics. He wasn't bad at it really, but he could've been a little better at it. The classroom was empty by the time he arrived, Flynn making sure he checked under all of the tables and not just the one he usually sat at. It was time consuming, and after finding nothing but a few lost pens and pencils he knew it was time to move on.

Japanese Mythology was probably his favorite course, because he had always been so fascinated with the gods, goddesses and youkai of folklore. There wasn't any short of class for that back in high school, so he was a bit ecstatic about them having one at the college. Upon arriving at his classroom he paused for a minute, wondering if he'd really find his phone and if he should just go to the lost and found tomorrow. There wasn't really a point in not trying, so with a small sigh he slid the door open.

Peeking in he found that there was only one person inside, sitting on one of the tables while looking at- hey, his phone! Or to be more specific the charm that dangled from it. It was a birthday gift from Estelle, saying that the maneki neko brought luck to its owner. She also added that there was also a mate to the charm, his being a small mostly white cat while the other was a mostly black cat, but apparently finding it was pretty hard.

Closing the door lightly behind him, he coughed a bit before speaking.

"Excuse me-"

"Good fortune and purity."

"What?"

The person with his phone titled their head slightly, gaze now directed at him.

"It's what your cat stands for."

Oh…Flynn stood silently for a few moments, wonder if this person had taken his phone or had merely just found it. He really didn't feel like pressing the matter so he merely asked for it returned, wanting to just get back to his apartment..

"Don't wanna."

"What? Why not?" The blonde questioned, not really in the mood to deal with this person's antics.

"Well, you see, if I gave it back I might be losing a potential mate." They said as a small smirked formed on their lips. Upon seeing that Flynn recognized the expression, the sheer smugness of it reminding him of a certain person.

Yuri Lowell…He didn't know him personally, but had seen him around the school, usually using that smirk of his to charm any woman that approached him. Was he a playboy? Flynn didn't know and really didn't care, he just wanted his goddamn phone back…

And what the hell did he mean by 'mate'? He was almost afraid to ask, but he guessed that the quickest way to get his phone back was to just go with the flow…so he asked. The longer haired male's smirk widened, his dark locks flipping over his shoulder as he reached into his bag to pull someone out. Flynn almost protested at this, but when he saw what the other male had pulled out of his bag he stopped himself. It was a phone, much like his own, and dangling from it was a maneki neko…a black maneki neko.

"Mine on the other hand wards off stalkers and evil spirits, so I can safely assume you're not either of those."

There was no way…He tried telling himself that it was probably a different charm, one that just looked liked his…but no…the more he looked at it the more he could see that it was the exact same make as his own.

"I'd say this is fate." Yuri said as he flipped open the blonde's phone, looking at the screen after doing so, "And it'd be a shame to waste such an opportunity- hey, are either of these chicks your girlfriend?"

"Neither of them are," He said as the raven haired male held up his phone, a picture of him, Estelle and Rita pulled up on the screen, "And would you stop looking through my pictures? It's not your phone-!"

"Well good, it would've been pretty bad if we started anything and you were already in a relationship."

"…Wait, I'm sorry, what? Could you be a little clearer about what the hell is going on here?" Flynn said, not meaning to sound so irritated but it had been a long day and there was still quite a bit he needed to get done before heading off to bed.

"I'm asking you to date me."

If Flynn hadn't needed his phone back he wouldn't backed up and left, ignoring whatever the other male had to say as he left. But this wasn't the case so he just stared at Yuri, mind trying to figure out the best course of action and failing miserably at it. There was no point in asking the longer haired male if she was serious, because the look he was giving him spoke more than any words he could've said. This was just…just so goddamn odd, and he could truthfully say that he had never been in any kind of situation similar to this one.

The other male seemed to be pretty patient, not asking for an answer as he browsed his phone some more. He really should've just snatched it and left, but he had far more concerning things to deal with. Who just said that to someone they didn't know? Weren't you supposed to date someone you knew? The two of them had never spoken to one another until that moment, and the blonde was pretty sure they didn't even share any classes together.

So why was Yuri doing this? Because of the so-called force called 'fate' he believed in? There was no such thing…Events happened coincidentally, there was no predetermined 'destiny' for people in the world, everything just happened to happened. Upon telling him this the raven haired male slowly closed his phone, staring directly at him as he did so.

"Do you honestly believe that? Can you honestly say this was nothing but a random meeting?"

"Yes…"

"How? How can you be so sure?"

"Because! Things just…just don't work like that…" Was all he could come up with, knowing full well that it was a weak argument. He wasn't sure…but if fate really had led him to such a meeting he wanted to know why. Why was it so important that he meet Yuri Lowell?

"Heh, you're a pretty interesting person, what's your name?" The other asked, clearly amused by the situation.

"You don't even know my name but you wanna date me?"

"Meh, wasn't the first thing on my mind."

Okay, Flynn could admit when something was funny, and that statement certainly was. He allowed himself to give off a small chuckle, the sheer absurdity of everything finally getting to him. The blonde finally introduced himself, Yuri doing the same though it really wasn't necessary.

"So, do you have an answer, Flynn?"

"I, um…" He began to trail off, wondering why his mind was making him even fathom the possibility of accepting the offer.

Firstly and foremost he had never dated anyone, because in the past he was far too busy with his studies and the kendo club to even really consider it. Sure he had been asked out and confessed to a few times, but he had to turn them down ever time. Secondly Yuri was a guy, and the blonde wasn't even sure if he was attracted to the same sex. Sure, there were times when he admired another male, but it was nothing close to love. Okay, and there were times that his eyes lingered a bit too long on one or two of his male classmate's bodies while they were changing for gym, but that was merely out of harmless curiosity.

When it came to women, well…he never really thought about them much, maybe just the normal amount a high school boy should've. He never looked twice at Estelle or Rita or any other female that had crossed his path, though the blonde would freely admit that he'd blushed whenever the other guys in class brought dirty magazines to school. But this really didn't mean he did or didn't like the same sex…meaning the chance was still there.

So…maybe it was worth it to at least try something different, because the raven haired male looked like the kind of person who didn't back down when said no to. There didn't seem to be a downside to accepting, but then again he wasn't really sure what kind of person the other male was. That was the most concerning thing to him, because the last thing he wanted was to date a crazy person. It was the unknown that made him hesitate, but it was also the unknown that made the offer so tempting. Flynn had never really done anything anyone considered 'bold', 'out there' or 'haphazardly' and maybe that was partially why he felt the way he did…

He had just been living, but not necessarily the life he wanted.

Everything had become so routine, so 'normal' that he became bored with it. The three years of high school had been enough, so now his body craved for something different, something that would give a much needed jolt to his system. Looking over at the other male who was now typing something into his phone (what the hell was he doing now? Calling someone? God he really needed his phone back), he could easily tell that there was something about him that just screamed different. He looked like the kind of person who would give him one hell of a hard time, the kind of person who would probably annoying the ever loving shit out of him but after a while that annoyance would leave him because of whatever they had going on between them…

The kind of person he needed in his life…

"…Alright…I'll date you…" Flynn finally said, once again earning the attention of the raven haired male.

"Great." Yuri said as he closed his phone, "Now you can walk me home."

"Huh?"

"You don't actually expect me to walk home by myself, right? I mean it'd be pretty bad if something happened to your boyfriend right, Flynn-chan?"

The blonde just stood there, allowing what the other had said to sink in. It was the word 'boyfriend' and '-chan' that completely threw him off, because he had never been addressed as either before. Slowly looking over to one of the windows, he indeed saw that the afternoon sky was very much present, its orange and yellow hues painting themselves across the heavens. It did seem a bit late…and if Yuri didn't live too far then there really didn't seem to be a problem with him accompanying him. So he agreed once again, and upon doing so the raven haired male dragged him out of the room by his wrist. His mind was still in a slight daze, every time it seemingly starting to come back to reality the word 'boyfriend' would replay, sending him right back.

"Oi!"

"Huh?"

"For the fifth time, which stop is yours?"

"Oh…um, Shibuya." The blonde said, finally snapping out of his trance. God, he hadn't even noticed the two of them arriving at the station let alone let alone leaving the school.

"Good, that's mine too." Yuri said, finally letting go of his wrist. Wait…'finally'? Had he been holding it the entire time? That thought left and odd feeling in his stomach, one that caused a strange nervousness to take him over.

Had people been watching them…? It wasn't like they were…well, he wasn't sure what the hell to call it. He certainly didn't feel anything for the raven haired male, so he was sure that it wasn't love. On the other hand he didn't hate him, and they weren't even friends, so then…what would he call it? A mutual relationship of nothing? That didn't seem right, but there wasn't much else he could name the feeling. Maybe it was too early to start giving out names, so he withdrew it, decided that once something started then he'd give it a proper label.

Holding his wrist up slightly Flynn examined it, the tingling sensation from it being held still lingering. Yuri had a strong grip, and after taking his time to actually remember the walk they had made to the station, not once did he loosen up. The other male was making sure the he came along. A sudden flash brought him from his thoughts, the blonde turning his head just in time to see Yuri clicking away at his own phone.

"W-Why did you do that?" He asked, never really liking the idea of someone taking his picture without permission.

"You had a funny look on your face, that's all." Yuri said as he put his phone away, the train arriving just as he did so. Flynn just stared at him for a moment, watched as he boarded before soon doing the same, wondering if he should ask for the photo to be deleted.

He didn't think he'd do anything with it, hell, maybe he'd delete it on his own without needing to be asked to. God, why was he even thinking about this? It was just a damn picture…maybe it was the fact that Yuri had taken it, someone he didn't even know. That's right…outside of his name and the fact that he was a flirt, he didn't know anything about Yuri Lowell. What courses he took, what his major was, if he had a job, Flynn didn't know any of it. The only thing he was sure of was that the raven haired male took Japanese Mythology, because how else would he have found his phone? But then…how had he not noticed him before?

When they took their seats, the car surprisingly not as crowed as he thought it would be, the blonde knew the ride to Shibuya wouldn't be that long, but he swore it felt longer. He couldn't help but glance over at the other male who sat nonchalantly next to him, arms behind his head with one leg draped lazily over another. He looked…rather relaxed for someone who had just started a relationship with someone they had just met. Fate was a powerful thing if it could get someone so sure about something like 'the one'.

"Something on your mind?" Yuri asked in a rather bored tone, Flynn guessing that he had probably been aware of his staring for some time.

"I, um, was just thinking…are you really okay with this? I mean, I'm sure there's someone else you probably want to date, so it doesn't seem fair to just-"

"You're the only person I want to date right now, Flynn."

Now he was dropping the honorifics…

"In fact, you're probably the only person worth dating to me. I admit that the whole fate thing never really stuck with me before, but something out there obviously wants something between us…so we might as well see where it goes."

"But-"

"Look…" Yuri suddenly said as he moved mere inches away from his face, the blonde tensing just a bit at the action, "What are you so afraid of? That you might actually fall for me? Or are you just intimidated?"

Flynn didn't say a thing, too busy focusing on their closeness more so than the question posed to him. The blonde was never the kind of person who found themselves at a loss of words often if not ever, but today the other male left him speechless so many times that he was sure it had to be some kind of personal record. He had never met anyone who could render him completely incapable of speaking, but here he was…getting stared at by the very person who had done so.

Luckily the overhead speaker announced that they had arrived at their stop, finally breaking the other male's uncomfortable close presence. The two of them didn't say a word as they left the train, Flynn continuing his small glances over at the raven haired male. How could one person be so forward? So…so damn blunt? It was like he wasn't afraid or even considered the consequences for wanting something so outlandish, but then again he did seem like the kind of person to act before thinking…

Upon reaching the apartment complex that Yuri called home, a small lump formed in the blonde's throat. He knew this place…hell, he should've since he lived there too. Flynn knew the streets had been a little too familiar, but it wasn't all that uncommon for students who went to the same school to live in the same neighborhood. But in the same goddamn building? That was just- no…he wasn't going to say it. It was just a mere coincidence that they lived in the same building…but how was it possible for him to have never seen the other male around? No…no, no, no, he wasn't going t call it fate or anything else…

But he had to call it something the moment both he and Yuri arrived at his room…

"Well this is it," Yuri suddenly announced as he dug through his pocket to retrieve his key, "Hope your place isn't too far from here-"

"It's there…"

"Huh?"

"There."

Someone was really screwing with him…The phone charm, fine, that was pretty interesting…living in the same building, though a little weird, he could understand that…This on the other hand was just too much, and he really hated himself for finally admitted that 'coincidence' had nothing to do with it…The only thing Flynn could do was point to the door next to the raven haired male's, so wanting to take a long nap after finding out that they lived right next to each other. Yuri just looked at him then at the door, and when he brought his gaze back to the blonde he let out a small laugh.

"Still don't think this is fate?"

"I…" All Flynn could do was sigh…he knew when to admit defeat, "Fine, it's fate…"

"Good." The raven haired male said as he tossed him his phone, Flynn almost dropping it before he managed to get a good grip on it.

"Let me ask…if I didn't admit it would you have given me my phone back?" The blonde asked, not liking the way a smirk slowly spread across the other's lips.

"Maybe yes, maybe no," Yuri cryptically answered as he opened the door, but before stepping inside he motioned to his phone, "My number's in there."

And with that he was gone. Flynn leaned against his door for a moment, running his fingers through his hair as he once again tried to make sense of what had just transpired over such a small span of time. Maybe there was no point anymore, in fact he'd probably just be wasting both his time and brain cells trying to do so. Fate had dealt him a strange hand, and he really couldn't help but laugh as he thought about the future, or rather…thought about the fact that he couldn't think about it.

In the past he was always able to know what was going to happen: he'd attend school, eat lunch with Estelle and Rita and if he had it that day he'd attend practice. But now he was completely sure everything would change, that his life would be heading into the unknown and he would be in for a an experience that he wouldn't forget…but for some reason…

He was excited…