Shinobu's cheeks burned with a dark crimson blush as he into his lover's deep, midnight-blue eyes. The young man's heart beat quickened as he felt his older lover's soft and dry lips brush against his own, Shinobu casually licked his now semi-parted lips just seconds before Miyagi Yò pressed his own tongue into the young man's mouth. Their wet tongues swirled around each other's mouths. Miyagi had pressed Shinobu's body onto the bedding – the soft ivory sheets caressed Shinobu's back and legs as he twisted his lower body and tangled himself in them.

"M-Miyagi, I-I have to go to s-school soon!" Shinobu explained before Miyagi straddled his supple body, trapping the student under his bodyweight. "Then stop being so adorable." Miyagi whispered against Shinobu's ear; smirking when a slightly deeper blush caressed his lover's cheeks. Shinobu looked over at the small alarm clock and saw it was 20 past the hour. "Damn it, you made me late!" Shinobu shouted as he shoved Miyagi off of him and scrambled to find some clean clothes.

' . . .Cute?' Miyagi asked himself as he scratched his onyx-hair and lit a cigarette, taking in long, deep breath before deeply blowing it out. ''Shinobu...!'' Miyagi called and grabbed his young lover's chin, bringing it close to him before passionately kissing him. Shinobu placed his hands on Miyagi's chest and gently pushed him back. ''I'll see you...tonight, after I've met with my father.'' Shinobu whispered and picked up his school bag, filled with heavy textbooks and crumpled papers. He turned to look at Miyagi; then looked down and away before he walked out of Miyagi's bedroom.

Shinobu walked across the light, oak floor and sighed as he saw Miyagi sitting on the bed. The young college student slipped on his black loafers and opened the door. Once he closed the door, he locked it, he had walked out onto the cement floor outside of the apartment and started on his way towards the university, where a lesson in law waited for him.

The law lesson was boring as hell. Shinobu quickly tuned out the monotonous teacher, and began to wonder what his father had wanted to discuss. He was getting decent grades, so it couldn't have been about school. His degree-outlook was realistic and not worthless in the real world, so it couldn't of been related to that. Then it suddenly dawned on him.

''He wants me to get... MARRIED?!'' Shinobu roared in the small lecture hall as he slapped his hands down on his desk and stood up.

''...Takatsuki-san, please...SIT DOWN!'' the teacher huffed and glared at Shinobu; extremely ticked off that a student had disrupted his class.

"S-sorry, sir." Shinobu deeply bowed and sat down. His mind had been stuck on the fact that his father wanted him to get married, especially at his young age. He sighed heavily as he took his seat and began to pay more attention to the rest of the lecture.

''Takatsuki-san, hey! Whoa, are you okay?'' a blonde-haired classmate asked - gently shaking his shoulder. She sighed when he didn't respond. The young woman shook her head and lifted a large law textbook above her head and let it go over Shinobu's hand. She giggled as he screamed out in pain.

''REMA-CHAN!'' Shinobu shouted at the young blonde and gripped his hand, glaring at her in pain. She grabbed an empty seat next to him, ignoring his glare toward her.

"What? I kept calling your name and you just sat there, staring at the wall.'' She explained with a light sigh compressed in her tone.

''What...do you want?'' Shinobu glared at the young vixen as he rubbed his injured hand.

''I was wondering if... you'd walk me home.'' She asked with a blush that caressed her flawless, slightly rosy cheeks.

''I-I have other plans, sorry,'' Shinobu replied back quickly and gathered his books, ''I have to meet my father tonight.'' He placed his textbook inside of the small, canvas book bag and swung it over his shoulder. ''Sorry, maybe next time.'' He apologized and quickly rushed out of the cleared classroom – not even waiting for her to say something in return.

He walked into the English department and glared as he saw his lover hugging Kamijou Hiroki. He knew that Miyagi's heart belonged to himself, so he just let it go. He stepped into Kamijou's classroom – taking his time. Shinobu had heard the rumors about Hiroki's teachings, and had always known he was like a rabid dog when he was mad. Luckily the dirty-blonde haired boy was smart enough to never get caught ignoring or sleeping in his class.

''Ahem, today will be following the Grotesque writers of late 1800's and early 1900's.'' the elder brunette man stated loud enough for the entire class to hear. The man rolled his eyes as he grabbed the closest object off his desk, which happened to be a heavy and bulky pencil holder, before he chucked it at a sleeping male, whom had partied too much the night before.

''Wake up and listen, damn it!'' Kamijou roared as he barred his deadly fangs at the student. All of his other students simply laughed at the once sleeping student. Shinobu tuned out Kamijou and wracked his mind on the conversation he'd have with his father later that night.

The sun was setting as Shinobu walked up the small hill to the apartment complex he and Miyagi lived in. Shinobu lived next door to Miyagi's, almost as if he were the older man's stalker. He walked into the small complex and climbed up two flights of stairs before turning up on his own doorstep. He searched his pockets and grew frantically worried as they only had Miyagi's keys in them. ''Oh...crap... I left them in my pants last night! Damn it!''

He punched the cement wall with his injured hand and howled in pain. Shinobu deciding to break into Miyagi's house with his set of keys, he didn't feel like waiting outside for Miyagi to come so he could grab his keys and unlock his door.

Shinobu pushed open the large and heavy metal apartment door and made his way in – dumping his bag on the couch as if he owned the place. Going into the kitchen, he grabbed a box of pocky and on his way back to the couch he turned the television on, flipping the channels until something caught his attention. He laid down on the cream-colored couch, accidentally kicking his bag to the floor – dumping out the contents onto the floor. He turned on his side and took a long, restful nap.

(To be continued!)

(Author's note: Okay, well thank you for reading the first chapter of "Kiss and Don't Tell." I'm slowly updating my stories, I'd like to thank FaiOtaku as she is my beta reader, who is REALLY AMAZING at the painful job of editing my stories. I hope you follow the series to the end and see the drama unfold. ~EmoTheBunny~)