A/N: Okay about time I uploaded this. Let me just say that yes this is not that long. I have been fighting with this story and especially with chapter for quite a while, and I was so annoyed with that I was like "I don't care if it's not perfect anymore." Which lead to the long awaited chapter...I still have trouble trying to figure out how to transition between the chapters so that's why I haven't uploaded in so long...I have some main events in my head but they never want to connect you know? Well thanks for waiting and being patient.

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"Talking"

The red-head quickly shut the door as a wave of screaming fan boys rushed down the hall. He slid down the door with a look of terror that clearly showed on his face, "T-Toru who is that?"

"Koichi-kun, how did you find out where our room was?" Haruka tightened his hold around Toru's waist, clearly shaken up by the day's events. Toru lightly patted Haruka's hair like how he uses to comfort his little cousin when she was upset. He chuckled at the thought of Haruka as a shaken-up puppy waiting to be sedated by his master.

"Tsuji-sempai was k-kind enough to give me your room numbers before running off. H-He said that if I need any help with this… problem… the best p-person would be to talk to you Toru-san," Haruka's choppy words were slightly muffled by Toru's shirt that was becoming slightly damp.

Annoyed by how familiar Haruka acted with Toru, Yuujiro got up and tried pull Haruka away, but the boy just wouldn't let go. With enough pulling, Toru grabbed Haruka's face to look directly into clear ice blue, "Don't worry too much about this Koichi-kun. We had to deal with this all the time last year. It gets easier to handle once you understand…your position. Have you gotten a call from the president yet?"

Haruka shook his head. "Okay, until then hold up on your own. I'm pretty sure you could handle this, especially with that death grip of yours," Toru wiped the remaining tears from Haruka's face and gave a kind smile, "Better now?"

The boy gave a few sniffles before removing himself from Toru, "Would you let go of me?" Haruka yelled at Yuujiro. The blond only scoffed at the offending underclassman before letting go. A meaningful look passed between Toru and Yuujiro before the former Western Princess made his way to the other side of the room.

After many comforting gestures and reassuring comments, they found themselves talking somewhat peacefully after Yuujiro and Haruka had started a death glare match. Tired of being surrounded by drama today, Mikoto took his leave with a sigh and entered a new set of drama with his disturbing roommate. Toru laughed underneath his breath as he saw a shudder pass through Mikoto's body before finally shutting the door from the loud screams outside.

"You are living in the P-room now right?" Toru asked as silence seem to settle in their room after the red head left.

"I don't know what it means though. When I try to ask, the guys start to chase me around and that's how I ended up here," Haruka shoulders slumped from the exhaustion of running around, "At least I'm getting some exercise while I'm at it."

Toru gave a slight chuckle while Yuujiro grumbled and started explaining that the "P-Room" was actually the "Princess-Room." While in his mild shock state, Yuujiro was able to kick the bleach blond out of the room into the horde of obsessive classmates.

"You always were the kindest host Yuujiro," Toru smiled as the blond sat down next to him on the bed.

"Shut it," Yuujiro laid back as Toru couldn't help but envy the long strands that spread around the blonde's head like a halo. He started to play with the soft locks and ignored all the condescending comments Yuujiro threw at him. Toru already saw the blush that stretched over his roommate's cheeks.

"Are you going to shower first or should I?" Toru momentarily stop twirling his hair as Yuujiro looked up at him with a lecherous smile. For some reason, the thought of cleaning up reminded him of Haruka and his pure white hair. Toru didn't want to admit it, but he was jealous of the kid. He could no longer be a princess and enjoy the carefree life he had that came along with the popularity of being the school's princess. In order to pay for school expenses, Toru was force to take up a summer job though his guardians protested against it.

"I'll go first to make sure there aren't any guys that are going to molest us. You might not be able to resist killing them if I let you go first," the blue-haired man smirked and started to get off until he felt Yuujiro hold him back.

"Actually, how about we go together? I don't trust any of the guys here enough to let us go by ourselves yet." Toru simply nodded and went to grab his toiletries as Yuujirou let him go, "How's your cousin?"

He merely shrugged his shoulders and went about to find his clothes, "She's fine. I never really talked to her all that much. Took a job at a coffee shop over the summer," Yuujiro snickered as Toru sent a mock glare at the blond, "It was run by one of my aunt's old friend and she needed the help. What's so funny about that?"

"It's just that I can actually imagine you sitting at the counter waiting to help a customer with that sparkling smile of yours. Not to mention seeing you in an apron would have been rewarding in itself," the blond gave Toru one of those predatory looks that would send shivers down your spine.

A blush creped over Toru's face that clashed with his blue hair as he chanted that Yuujiro liked girls in his mind. Girls with very hefty chests. "Very funny Yuujiro. You coming or not?"

"Yeah." The teen snagged his necessities and pushed Toru out the door, "Did you slip into a coma over the break or something?"

"Hm?" The hallways were oddly quiet after the crowds of hormone-induced men went trailing after Haruka and Mikoto to leave nothing but quiet in their wake.

"You didn't bother to phone me."

"Well I would have thought your parents and adorable little brother were more of a priority to you."

"That still doesn't give you the excuse to not call. I was afraid I would have to barge into your house to make sure you were still alive. We thought you weren't coming back afterall," Yuujiro shrugged his shoulders and looked away as the possiblility of his words caused a small pink to tinge his ears painfully.

"We?"

"Mikoto and I. Yeah, he was worried about you that's why," Toru looked at Yuujiro oddly as he slipped the door to the bathroom open. He just shook his head as he found his own stall to take a much deserved shower after a tiring day.

"God I so needed this. I feel gross from just running around and dealing with Haruka."

"Then ignore the pipsqueak. He's just a first year," the stall next to Toru's echoed the sound of rushing water.

"He's a new princess though. I'm pretty sure the president is going to force him to participate anyways, just how Arisada did, so that the tradition never ends."

"Sakamoto doesn't have that much confidence to force them to do that."

"Oh, you would be surprised. I called him at some point and he sounded so different. It looks like the power of being the president is getting to his head. I wouldn't be surprised if he was thinking he was God with all of the attention he gets." Toru smirked at the mental image of Akira bossing everyone around with his minions worshipping below him.

"You called him," Toru didn't like the sweet tone of Yuujiro's voice. When it ever got that calm and sickening, it usually meant terrible things were to follow. "If you had enough time to call him, what about me?"

The curtains were pulled back just enough to let Yuujiro glare at him and Toru was grateful for the mist surrounding him, "Technically he called me. He wanted to ask me something and invited me to come over, but I didn't have enough time. Not enough to call you either, but my aunt and uncle forced me to answer the phone."

Yuujiro's eyes narrowed even further if that was possible, "What did he want to ask exactly?"

"I don't know," Toru turned back around in the fogged filled shower and washed out the shampoo slipping into his eyes, "He said he would discuss it with me when I get back to school, so I will go see him tomorrow if he doesn't call me out by then."

"I don't like this." Yuujiro's naturally honey eyes turned to solid gold in disgust. "If he dares to do anything inappropriate to you, make sure to tell me," Yuujiro closed Toru's curtain behind him as Toru merely hummed in response.

The stalls were quiet with the exception of an extra stall turning on. Toru dearly hoped that the third party hadn't heard much of their conversation. God bless them if a rumor were to be spread around about them.

Toru stepped out of the stall and kept his shower going so that Yuujiro wouldn't follow him just yet. As he dressed in a pair of sweat pants and towel hanging over his shoulders, Toru waited for the mysterious third party to slip out. The blue-haired man smirked as the third stall revealed himself. The two stared at each other as the new guy wrapped a towel around his waist and stood before Toru.

"What did you hear exactly?"

"Most of the conversation." Warm droplets of water fell from ebony locks down a slightly toned chest and widening shoulders. Calculating dark eyes stared at him in curiosity rather than contempt, "You are Kouno Toru-sama correct?"

"Yes. Is there anything that you need?" A blue eyebrow quirked in question at such a serious look.

"May I ask what exactly the 'princesses' is? All day I have heard this name being related to not only you and two other upper classmen, but also a fellow classmate of mine. I do not know the meaning behind the name and do not wish to bother any other classmate about it. I prefer to get my information at the source."

I almost chuckled at the naivety of this boy. My eyes watched him as he went over to one of the open lockers to grab a small pair of thin framed glasses on the miniature shelves. My mouth nearly fell open at the sight of this underclassman. The usual sharp look of the glasses actually managed to soften his intense stare and made him to be the perfect role model of what a Japanese person should look like. Almost like a doll.

"Why is it that you are looking at me like that?"

"Because you are the perfect 'princess.' Expect a call tomorrow from the class president and then you will personally find out what this term means -?"

"Saitou Kiyoshi."

The sound of Yuujiro's shower turned off as the curtain pulled back with a small towel sitting precariously on the blonde's hips. With a smirk planted firmly on his face, he walked over to the dark haired man leaning against the wall of lockers as Toru dried the rest of his hair the best he could. Silence continued on until Toru turned back to look at Yuujiro with a princess smile of his own, "It seems that we have a new candidate."

Yuujiro leaned his chin on the blunette's damp hair and rested his hands on slim shoulders with an ever widening grin, "So it seems. So it seems…"

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