First and foremost; Get the fuck off my back BI I will update it when I have something written. You want some half assed piece of shit I pulled out of my ass? Sure, I could do that but I tend to loose interest in what I'm writing and rather than discontinue it I put it on hold until I think something up. Would it be more pleasant if I posted the last chapter and said 'That's it! No more! Can't think of where to go, the end. Doesn't matter if I leave 20 loose ends, is the end with no plans to continue.'

Secondly; I'm doing this for FREE. Meaning I make no money from this. First comes work and schooling, find your fix elsewhere if you want some lifeless hobo that sits under a bridge writing. Regardless how awesome it would be to be a professional troll I can't make a living off of it and I kinda need income. I'm not getting much, but shit it's better than nothing.

Lastly; I WILL NOT END IT WITHOUT WORD. If it says completed in its status; it's completed. Meaning regardless how much I hear 'When is the next chappy coming?' I will not write more. If it's status is not completed then you can assume I will get around to it when I get around to it. I'm sorry if that's not good enough, but any writer will understand such an issue. If you'd rather some shitty drivel I suppose I can offer that, but till I degrade myself to such please patiently wait the next chapter. Let me know you enjoy it, that makes me happy….but do NOT order the next chapter to come out, that'll only make me take longer BI

He worked tirelessly into the night, writing, checking it over in his books, rechecking it, finding better questions, finding all acceptable answers to said questions, reworking the phrases to be more difficult while still being comprehendible. He worked meticulously to write the little test for Jumonji in order to protect his chastity. He needed to make certain there was a fair chance that if he had paid rapt attention he could pass....but he couldn't let the linebacker get 90%. Because damnit! It might've been one kiss he would owe, but if he won he could be able to fend Jumonji off from further advances!

Now sure, it could be said that it was flattering that Jumonji felt that way about him. Sure, it also could be said that puppies and kittens were cute when they crapped on the carpet. Didn't mean he would agree with that. Quite frankly he was retaining the assumption that Jumonji was just bullshitting him about his little crush. After all, Yukimitsu wasn't exactly the type to be fawned over, years of being so easily ignored by his peers proved that well to him. Of course he was used to it so it didn't bother terribly....at least not as it did when he was younger and more foolish.

When he finally set his pencil down it was well into the night. He tiredly rubbed his eyes, yawned, stretched, and flopped into his bed. It would only be four hours before he had to wake up again, but that was fine, it was a well earned day of sleep deprivation. At least, that was how he felt when he hit the bed, when he woke up again.....well he didn't quite feel the same.

Yukimitsu woke up at six to the screaming alarm clock. He rolled out of bed, went downstairs, and got his breakfast. As per usual his dedicated mother was up with breakfast ready for him, perhaps one of the few things he'd be eternally grateful to her for. Perhaps she thought that him studying with Jumonji was a good plan…after all, it wasn't often he went over to someone's house. She often protected, but due to the offer of studying that would be tended to…she had non complaints.

By seven he was out the door and heading over to Jumonji's. He had his bag tucked under one arm along with several books. In his hand he held another book he read as he walked to his fellow football player's house.

He knocked on the door, went in, and immediately handed the paper over to Jumonji. "You've got one hour," he said with the confident look he only got when school work was included.

Jumonji's happy look fell as he pursed his lips at Yukimitsu. Again he seemed to be intentionally trying to be uncute....Jumonji couldn't figure for the life of him why....but so be it. He led Yukimitsu to his room and sat down at his desk, looking over the test in front of him.

As he picked up his pencil and began scratching out answers Yukimitsu to the only other available seat, just perching on the bed with his book still in hand.

However, an hour later when Jumonji finished the test and looked over to Yukimitsu for some sort of praise....all the uncute Yuki had worked for washed away. Perhaps from sleep deprivation he'd conked out on Jumonji's bed, face nuzzled against the shirt Jumonji had worn to bed.

It was tempting....perhaps too tempting...the only thing that kept him from jumping his upperclassman and doing several unmentionable things to his was the knowledge that Yukimitsu wouldn't ever talk to him again and the fact that he may tell Sena, then Sena would complain to Hiruma, ,then Hiruma would do something horrible to him. Well that was the best erection killer of the year.

Regardless how much he tried to fight temptation he still managed to give in enough to go over to the bed and lay down next to Yukimitsu. He wrapped an arm loosely around his waist and simply sat watching him sleep.

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When Yukimitsu woke he felt something warm against his back, only to find that Jumonji had fallen asleep against his back. He smiled slightly. That....cuter side was certainly better than Jumonji trying to jump him. Damnit! He was loosing out to the cute kouhei technique! Damn! Who knew Jumonji held that one in his arsenal.

"Hey, wake up," he said softly, lightly pressing Jumonji's shoulder. "Come on, lets look over your test," he said, laughing a little as Jumonji slowly roused, rubbing sleep from his eyes as any child would.

He perked though and quickly got up. He grabbed the test and produced it to Yukimitsu. Jumonji watched with rapt attention as Yuki looked over the answers, marking as he went. When he got to the end of the paper though when the final mark was presented...his face fell.

Yukimitsu handed back the test, pursed his lips a little, then leaned over for a quick peck on the lips. "There!" he said, looking away with bright red cheeks.

Jumonji grinned from ear to ear, proudly holding up his 92%. A well earned kiss. He'd sort of hoped for tongue...but he'd take what he could get. He knew Yukimitsu wouldn't do anything more passionate than a peck. Frankly he'd thought it would be on the cheek so on the lips was a pleasant enough surprise. Of course on top of that....the 92% meant Jumonji could continue his assault! He would get Yuki used to it yet.

"Thank you for your guidance....Manabu-sensei," he cooed in his self pleased tone.

The mention of his name made Yukimitsu's face once again flare up. "Wh-who said to call me by my first name!" he demanded, giving Jumonji a well eared bop on the head. He flushed again as he looked away, not entirely displeased with it. In fact, more unhappy that he didn't dislike it entirely. Sure it was embarrassing....but in a strange sense he didn't mind Jumonji calling him that.

After a few moments of quiet Jumonji shuffled closer to Yukimitsu, perhaps hoping he wouldn't notice or something. "So uh...wanna.....go out? Or something?" he asked in a rather awkward fashion.

Woo...that could go dangerous...

But Yukimitsu should give Jumonji a better reward than just a little peck for getting such a high mark on Yuki's test.

He gave a heavy sigh before looking away. "Sure..."

"I understa--" Jumonji's forlorn tone broke and stopped when he realized. Yuki hadn't refused the request. He'd agreed to it. He would go out with him! This was wonderful news! Of course he was fully aware that it didn't necessarily mean that Yuki would agree to actually go out with him....but at least he had a chance! There were only two problems he could run into....

Yukimitsu looked away, trying to hide the abashed look. "Do you have anywhere you want to go?"

"Eh…" he paused to looked suddenly downtrodden. "I uh…actually hadn't thought that far ahead," he admitted. "I didn't really think you'd accept the offer." He paused a moment to think before getting up and pulling Yuki along by the arm. "We'll just go walk around town, get some ice cream, and see if there's anything we want to do!" he said in a rather proud tone.

Creative….but Yukimitsu didn't argue, he'd give Jumonji a chance, they both knew it'd most likely be his only one. Besides, what could it hurt doing for a walk around town?

The two slipped on their shoes and headed out, opting to walk rather than hitch a ride.

They remained silent through the distance. Perhaps for lack of anything to talk about between the two. Best either could think up would've been football which wouldn't be so good for Yuki seeing as it was his last year for sports they'd gone through. A shame really…he just started getting better than terrible.

"So you're….going to try out for the Japanese team, aren't you?" Yuki asked, glancing side-long at Jumonji.

He remained silent a moment, looking away.

"You aren't going to try?" he asked in disbelief.

The linebacker gave a small shrug. If it was between going and leaving Yukimitsu back home to go to play football with everyone…he couldn't do that. It needn't be said but they both knew Yuki would never make the Japanese team. As much as Yuki wanted to be out on the field again it was impossible for him to compete against some of those others. They were stronger, faster, more skilled…there was no way he could make it.

Yukimitsu frowned and grabbed the front of his shirt. "You have to go. You want to play football with everyone, you can't stay here unless you have a good reason."

"….but you are a good reason," he murmured, looking away.

He went bright red and snapped his gaze away. "Don't be stupid. This isn't something you can pass up the chance for!" he snapped. "Besides, if you don't try out…" he paused a moment to think. "I wont go out with you again," he muttered between clenched teeth.

At the mention of going out again Jumonji suddenly perked. "If…..if I actually make it onto the team do I….get sort of…reward?" he asked in a rather hopeful tone.

Yukimitsu snapped a glare at him. He thought a moment before looking away. "If you win one game for Japan I'll give you a kiss," he said, again trying to avoid looking at him.

Yep, that worked up a good fiery spirit. Jumonji would go no matter what it took! He would win that kiss damn it!

Yuki had to shake his head in a solemn manner. Haaah….he really was too easy to satisfy….but…perhaps he didn't mind if Jumonji had such fighting spirit just for his sake. Okay, so Yuki couldn't go…but he wanted everyone else on the team to live up to their dreams and at the moment they all seemed to revolve around football.

He clapped Jumonji on the shoulder. "Then, good luck tomorrow. You better get some early rest so you'll be ready," he said, walking away with a backwards wave.

Jumonji stood there a moment, hands in his pockets and pursed lips. Daaaamn….well maybe he'd be able to coerce Yuki into another date if he was extra cool in the tournament. He knew he would at the very least receive a kiss from his princess. He did however feel a little stupid doing so much for one kiss…..but he knew Yukimitsu wouldn't agree any other way. He wasn't sure why, but Yukimitsu just seemed more….awkward than Jumonji would've thought.

fluffy_subtext: Thank you =w= I'm glad you enjoy it

Zeenath: Dunno xD We'll see where Yuki lets him take it x3

What-You-Don't-Know-Can-Kill: Woo…typing your name made me feel like I was back in typing class…*TWITCH* Up to 64 words! FUCKYEH!

Glad you like it =w= I only wish there were more fans of this pair….hard to get pumped up when I can't drown myself in ooey gooey icky sticky mansex for this pairing D;

RoseJustice: ……yes

teenwitch18: You're one of the people the thing at the start was directed at BI

yukidaru: You seem to have aroused my ire BI