Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Love School: The Break-Up ❯ The Basketball Player, The Billionaire, and The Bug Part I ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: This is an original story. The characters, storyline, ect. belong to me.

Warnings: Language, implying of indecent sex-acts

Author's Notes: I'm sorry it took me so long to update, AGAIN. I'm a failure as a writer because I can't update promptly TT_TT. I think I was having a bad case of writers block, but for the most part I just think I kept getting distracted by three little icons on my desktop: the internet icon, the iTunes icon, and the Sims 3 icon when I should've clicked on my microsoft word icon, lol. The other sad part is, this chapter isn't nearly as long as I wanted it to be (cuz I knew if I made it any longer I'd b until January finishing the damned thing) so I'll be splitting it up into two or three parts, idk how many yet. Enjoy, and review please.

(An Excerpt From The Journal of Hachirou) March 5th
…Maybe I was really hoping for too much, for Takeshi to like me back and all. I mean, this world is not perfect. Far from it. Being cute gets you no where. And after all, everything is flawed, even people, so I’m not sure if it was just something about me he didn’t like or what. But I know one thing for sure, that no matter how you may sympathize with someone who has unrequited love, being rejected is all too different when it happens to you. Basically, I fucked up a lot of things I suppose. And now, I have no one. No Takeshi, no Kaito, no Shouta, no Gorou, no nobody. No body…



It disturbed Hachirou that he was this bothered. Lately, he’d been letting things get to him too much. I mean he cried at his bastard father’s funeral for God’s sake! You would’ve thought he’d be dancing and rejoicing on top of his grave. He was upset and slightly hurt when Shouta cheated on him! Hachirou had been cheating on Shouta anyways, so why did that bother him so much? And then there was Takeshi. What he and Takeshi did three years ago meant nothing to the navy-haired boy! It had meant everything to Hachirou, and it was hard enough telling Takeshi this even three years later. The blond valued his secrets, and he valued his strength, and now it seemed as though he were losing all of it.

With his long time best friend-slash-fuck buddy over at his new boyfriend’s house, no boyfriend, and his brother “weaning” him, Hachirou had no one to comfort him in his time of need-

While deep in his thoughts, Hachirou ended up running into someone hard and falling, the other person falling too.

“Geez… sorry I wasn’t paying attention where I was going,” Hachirou apologized, although a little half-heartedly as he was still in his thoughts.

“I can tell,” the girl underneath him replied, rather smartly.

“No need to get an attitude,”

“It’d be nice if you could get off of me now,” she replied, still under the rather strong boy.

“Yeah, sorry,” he grunted, getting up and brushing off his khaki uniform pants. He took a look at the girl, and realized with a shock, he thought she was actually rather cute. She had light golden brown hair that had a layered look to it, and went a little past her chin. Her eyes were a cerulean blue, her skin was a light cream color, and he swore except for the light hair, she might’ve been going for an emo look. The purple and grey t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black converse with a grey design added to that theory. He didn’t really know for sure, because although there may be all types at Susumu, they oddly enough didn’t really have emo kids.

“Wow… dense as you may be, you’re very handsome,” the girl pointed out. She held out her hand and introduced herself, “My name is Mako Hamasaki, I’m a junior at Fukui High School.”

He helped the girl off of the ground and replied. “I’m Hachirou Kurogane, sophomore at Susumu.”

“Aww you go to an all-boy’s school, you’re lucky!”

“Lucky…?” Hachirou questioned. That’s a rather unusual thing to hear from a girl.

“Are you bi?…Or are you gay?” she questioned quickly.

Hachirou was beginning to question this himself. She was so cute it was unbearable! But yet, he hated women. Just this afternoon he said they should all jump off a cliff, so what made her so different? “I’m gay,” he said at last. He was sure he didn’t really feel anything for the girl, but since he thought immediately she was cute, would that technically make him bi now? So many questions…

She smiled endearingly. He thought she might be disappointed but here she was smiling, she was so unusual. “Ah ok, that’s what I assumed, being a Susumu boy and all. You don’t look it at all…”

“I really don’t think a lot of people at Susumu really ‘look’ gay… I suppose.” Although Kaito kinda did, Hachirou thought, If someone could ‘look’ gay, that is.

“You know, kind of feminine looking,”

Hachirou imagined that he didn’t look at feminine looking boys none-too-often, now that he thought about it. But then again here he was thinking this girl is cute, it’s bugging the hell out of him.

“Y’know, you and I should be friends, you seem like a real cool guy Hachirou,” she offered.

“We could work something out,” he joked. Why not? Kaito was probably going to be busy for… forever, getting his brains fucked out by the rich kid. Although it often occurred to him that neither of them really looked like ones who top, someone had to and he figured Haruki would, considering Kaito’s used to being the bottom anyways.

“Here,” she said, handing Hachirou her purple cell phone. “Now let me see yours so I can put my number in. We should hang out sometime, just not today because my mom wants me to be home soon.”

“Sure,” he replied, punching numbers into the girly phone. “This weekend maybe?”

“We could work something out,” she copied, before they exchanged their phones back. “Wow, I’ve never befriended someone whom I just bumped into on the street before!”

“Yeah, I don’t think many people can say they had,”

“But okay, I’ll be seeing you sometime, Hachirou!” she exclaimed before running off in the opposite direction.

“See you, Mako!” Hachirou called after her, his new rather unusual friend.



Shouta was lounging on the living room couch, watching tv like usual when Akira walked in the room carrying something on a tray, sitting on the end of the couch.

“Hey Sho, you wanna talk?” Akira asked, setting down the tray on the coffee table.

Black eyes glanced from the tv to the tray, seeing a half a sub, potato chips, and iced tea. It made Shouta remember how long it’s been since he’d eaten. “What do you want to talk about?” the younger brother asked, suspicious that there was a motive. And he thinks that motive was to find out about his and Hachirou’s break-up.

“Anything you want to. We don’t get to sit down and chat as much as we used to, considering I work almost everyday,” Akira offered, trying to be friendly.

“Can we discuss cleaning out that spare bedroom?” Shouta asked.

“Anything besides that Shouta… it’s too worrisome. Besides we don’t even need a spare bedroom, am I right?”

“Well your boyfriend could use his own room…” Shouta urged. Sometimes he got so sick of hearing their escapades, he slept on the couch.

“Shouta…”

“But then again I’d suppose you guys would want to share a bed, am I right?”

Akira turned scarlet in the cheeks. If people said that Shouta was easy to tease, then apparently they never teased Akira before. He gets embarrassed at the slightest notions to his private life. “Well Shouta, that’s kinda the point of him living here…”

“So you two can knock boots every night?”

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that! I’m just saying it seems more practical for him to share the room with me, that’s all,” Akira sighed, wondering how this conversation turned on him.

“And you said we could talk about anything…”

“Well what about you and your boyfriend?” Akira suggested.

Shouta inwardly cursed himself, he’d walked right into that one.

“Or should I say, lack-there-of?”

“Kojima told you!” Shouta exclaimed.

“Of course he did, he’s my boyfriend. But… I just wanted to know whether you were okay with the break up and stuff, since I’d been working later I really hadn’t had time to check up on you,”

“Akira I’m not a baby anymore. I can take care of myself and I can handle a little break up it’s just… stupid that you feel like you have to check up on me like that,” Shouta argued.

“I don’t feel like you’re a baby or anything, it’s just that you’ve been acting more cold and distant lately… I thought it was because of Hachirou,”

“No… I don’t know what it is, but I’d rather people stop smothering me and just let me get over this,” Shouta argued.

“I understand then. So I’ll just… leave you be. Well I’m going upstairs, I just wanted to bring you some food to make sure you had dinner and make sure you’re okay,” Akira explained, before giving his younger brother a quick hug and heading upstairs.

Once he heard the footsteps fade, quickly followed by the opening and closing of the bedroom door, he was hit by a feeling of guilt. He just told his nice, caring older brother to basically fuck off when all he was trying to do is help. Great, he was becoming a cold-heartless bastard.



Kaito set foot into the mansion again, not really as excited as he should be. You think he would, considering he was finally about to get to do it with his boyfriend but he wasn’t. In fact, I guess the only reason he was half excited as he was is because he was just really, really horny.

In fact, Kaito thought as he lay on the bed, sex wasn’t really appealing anymore like it’d used to be. It was just something to do. Or maybe… it was because the person he was doing it with changed.

“Kaito, I’m about to go take a shower do you mind waiting in here?” Haruki questioned with a towel draped over his arm.

“Sure, don’t mind me,” the red-head replied nonchalantly.

The other boy stepped out the room and shut the door gently behind him.

The air felt cold and tense as Kaito sat in the huge bedroom alone, it made him feel as though he were doing something wrong.

His cell phone began to ring, and he answered promptly. “Hello?… Oh hey.” He spoke to the person on the other end of the phone.

“What are you up to?”

“You wanna know honestly? I’m at my boyfriend’s house.”

“And why would you tell me that?”

“You asked,”

“And may I ask what are you doing over there?”

“…Guess,”

“You really like that guy?”

“What is with all the questions today, hmm?”

“I don’t know it’s just… I haven’t called you in awhile and the last thing I really wanted to hear is that you have a boyfriend, which I already suspected you did, and you’re at his house. Whatever happened to Hachirou?”

“Hachirou is still my number one, and I’m this close to getting him. I love Haruki, but at this point its really only a matter of time, because Hachirou broke up with his boyfriend, making him free for the taking,”

“Woah Kaito! Isn’t this all just a little messy? Why the hell would you stomp all over that many people just to get what you want?”

“Love’s a game, Masaru, and only the most skilled and cunning collect their prize,”

“It doesn’t even seem worth it,” the other boy sighed.

“If you like someone enough, everything’s worth it,”

“Then- Kaito! Why the hell are you going to sleep with this boyfriend of yours if you’re going after someone else?”

“Its too complicated to explain,”

“You know what? You just have too much Kaito, and you won’t realize it until its all gone. It’s ridiculous the way you’re stepping on people’s hearts like this. What happened to the old Kaito I used to be friends with?”

“He saw his true love stolen from him once, so he realized he needed to step it up,” the red-head explained. “Now if you don’t mind, I need to go. I’ll talk to you again,” he explained before bidding farewell and putting away his cell phone.



Hachirou was happy that he found a friend who could drive, they could go to the new drive-in theater that opened up a few months back. He knew that Shichirou and Takeshi had been there in Takeshi’s car, and they said that place practically doubled your movie watching pleasure.

“Hachirou!” Mako shouted as she honked needlessly.

He came out from his house dressed in black jeans, and a grey and teal polo shirt. He decided that besides the fact a polo shirt was supposedly preppy, the grey would appeal to her ‘emo’ side. If she even was emo.

But before he could think too much about why he was even bothering to impress her, he climbed into the car and off they went.

It was about seven in the evening then but it would take them about twenty minutes to get out there, so they were going to make good time.

“Hmm, so how about I get to be official car DJ on the way there, and you get to on the way back?” she offered.

“I suppose that sounds fair,” the blond responded, gesturing to the radio.

She turned on a preset station, that produced blaring screamo music akin to what Kaito usually listened to when he was upset. “You don’t mind do you?” she asked.

“Nah it’s cool. I uh… kinda like this song,” Hachirou lied.

Mako giggled and they rode on, still in silence for awhile. Hachirou was getting kinda nervous, he couldn’t think of anything to talk about, and he most definitely didn’t want to bore her. Still, the thought arose yet again as to why he was trying to impress a girl. No answer yet.

“So what is your school like?” he finally asked.

“Nor-mal,” she laughed. “Which means, you’ll find lots of kinds of people there. Like the wanna-be gangsters, the Preps, the Goths, the quiet artsy kids, the Jocks which are pretty much the male species of prep, and the Posers. Then there’s the Emo kids, the scene kids, and then there’s the Flames.”

“Flames?” Hachirou questioned.

“Flames, are another word for the flamboyant gay guys who pretty much act like girls and who polish their nails and act extra feminine,” she explained.

Hachirou looked at his bright purple nails and sighed. He’s part “Flame”.

“You’re not even close, Hachirou,” she spoke.

It took him a second to figure out what she was referring to, before he realized she meant him being flamboyant.

“I don’t think you Susumu boys are as easy to define as the kids at my school, the kids at my school totally belong to cliques, whether they call them cliques or not,”

“Yeah, because I don’t think we have any flames at Susumu… thank goodness. They seem scary,”

“They’re alright,” she shrugged.

“So what would you qualify as? The eyeliner and dark clothes would mean you’re emo right?”

“Eh, probably not. I have some lighter clothes, like electric blue and bright purple and stuff, and plus my hair is way too light, I’d probably be scene if anything,” she guessed. “Besides, emo people don’t get to wear bright-ass purple skinny jeans and I love them!”

“Oh well, I guess I wore all these dark colors for nothing,” he laughed.

“Next time, just wear what you like. If you don’t, how will I ever get to know any more about you? Still, I think it’s cute how you were trying to impress me and stuff,” she spoke, before kissing the blond on the cheek.

Hachirou’s eye’s widened as he came to realization of something. “Mako, does your full name happen to be Makoto?”

“Yeah, it is. Why?”

“Because I think I remembered going to junior high with someone named Makoto Hamasaki. And he was really similar to you, actually. He was about the same skin tone, with light brown hair and blue eyes, and he loved the color purple. Only difference was obviously, he was a he, and you’re not… of course.”

“Apparently there must be a lot of Makoto’s out there then, huh?” she said.

“Yeah I kinda thought that… until I remembered that when we met you said that I was lucky to go to
Susumu,”

“So what are you trying to suggest? That I’m this guy?”

“Well you two are very similar… too similar for it to just be a coincidence,”

By now Mako was going to just keep driving, not intent on saying anything about the matter.

“…I wouldn’t judge you about it. This is coming from the boy who wears bright purple nail polish you know,”

“I already know you wouldn’t judge me about it. But wearing bright nail polish and wearing girl’s clothes are two different things. Two very different things. Nobody will call you names and treat you as bad as they would to someone like me, someone who’s happier being Mako then Makoto like he was born. My aunt says I’m being too choosy, and that we’re born what we are and we should just live with it,”

“But Makoto you’re not being choosy. If you were to get something you didn’t like, wouldn’t you want to fix it?”

“Yes and that’s exactly what I’m doing!”

“So why are you so upset that I called you out on it?”

“Because I thought I was really convincing!… and now you probably don’t like me anymore, huh?”

“Are you kidding? All this time I was freaking out because I thought I has a crush on a girl, and I couldn’t seem to figure out why. This is a relief! In fact if you weren’t driving right now I’d kiss you,”

“So you like Makoto better?”

“I like whomever you like better. Besides, despite the fact they look really uncomfortable, you look cute in skinny jeans,”

She- er, he, laughed in relief. “Then you’re going to be seeing me in them a lot more.”



(Another Excerpt From The Journal of Hachirou) March 5th
…I think true love might be like a favorite song: the more you hear it, the more familiar it gets. The more familiar it gets, you know when all your favorite parts are coming so you can sing along with them, but you also know when the end is nearing. I hope me and Makoto have an never-ending love song, but I hope I’m not getting too ahead of myself here…

A.N.: Y'know, I kinda think it's sad that all the chapters I've written so far have only happened over the course of three months! Because Shouta transfered to Susumu in the middle of the school year, right after winter break, so that's like January 3rd or so. I also think its sad when you consider how young these boys are... and I really didn't think about that until the story got into full swing once I was talking it over with some of my friends. I kinda wanted to go back and make them all older, like 16-18 would be a bit more acceptable, but considering it's already taken me two years to write what I have... no way. But I promise I'll never make any of my characters this young again doing nasty stuff.

PLEASE REVIEW! ^_^ I LOVE OPINIONS