Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Love School ❯ Missing You ( Chapter 10 )

[ 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... somewhat not so mild sex-acts



Hachirou's POV
“Hachirou, what time are we leaving the hotel to go to obaasan’s house?” Gorou questioned once his suitcase was carried into the hotel room.

“We’re going to leave at six, why?” I explained, although answering his question with another question.

“No reason in particular, just wanted to know,” he responded.

I gave him a look, but I guess that he didn’t notice as he continued with whatever he was doing.

It seemed kind of silly that we roomed together, because there were two full-sized beds in here, more than enough for two people at least, although we both knew that by the end of the night I would be beside him in his bed, and that one would go empty. It just seemed like a total waste of a bed, you know? But I guess the rich people who stay in hotels like these really don’t care about “wasting” anything.

Our room was adjacent to Shichirou, Kurou, and Rokurou’s room, which of course was slightly bigger and had three full-sized beds. Since it was a conjoined room, it meant that we had to share a bathroom, of all dumb-assed things, and that’s what joined our rooms together.

Since I didn’t have anything better to do, I knocked, before entering their half of the room.

Shichirou was sitting on his bed, on the laptop like before, and Rokurou was flipping through channels on the big-screen tv.

“Why don’t you guys get along? Number six…. Number seven…” I called to them.

“Not really trying,” Rokurou muttered, not even turning to look at me.

“Hachi, should we order room service?” Shichirou asked.

“We’re going to our grandmother’s house for dinner in a couple hours, dumb-ass,” Rokurou retorted, before I could even answered.

“Real mature to call someone a dumb-ass. We haven’t eaten all day, and maybe me and my brother might like a snack before we pass out,” Shichirou snapped, a slight tone in his voice although his face looked just as unconcerned as before.

Rokurou put down the remote, before walking over to Shichirou’s bed and looking my older brother straight in the eye. “You trying to say I’m stupid or something?”

“I really don’t need to say it, you make it pretty obvious without my help,”

Now the two were eyeing each other without saying anything. I wasn’t quite sure what they were going to do. They looked like they were going to fight! Should I get Gorou or…

But wait, they didn’t hit each other, they… kissed? Yeah, this is certainly an eyebrow raiser, I thought they hated each other!

Rokurou climbed completely on the bed, deepening the kiss as he was above Shichirou now. Once they finally took a breath from their actions, Shichirou said, “We’ve got to settle something and it might take awhile so you might want to…”

“No it’s okay, I got it,” I replied, before heading back into my own, safe room.

Gorou took one look at me and said, “Boy you look shaken up, did something happen?”

“Did it! Your younger brother, and my older brother, were over there arguing one minute and tongue wrestling the next! Scared the shit out of me, they’re supposed to hate each other, right?”

“Well, maybe they’re those type of people who solve their problems by dueling it out in another sense. Catch my drift?” Gorou suggested.

“Are you trying to say its not going to end with just kissing?” I asked.

“In a perfect world, nothing should ever end with just kissing,”

I pulled him over to the wall and said, “Listen, and you might hear them over there,”

Gorou obeyed, leaning with his hand cupped against his ear so he could hear everything going on. Then he smiled and nodded, before saying, “It is the delicious sounds of Shichirou screaming out in pure ecstasy.”

“That quick?” I wondered, also listening now. “I don’t hear any damn screams of ecstasy, and my brother isn’t an uke anyways.”

“How do you know?”

“Because, he’s not submissive to anyone, it’s in his personality,”

“Are you sure? He seems pretty easy going, like he’s the type to just go along with whatever’s offered, while Rokurou is one, older and two, more bossy. So I think that Shichirou is the uke and Rokurou is the seme,”

“My brother is not an uke!” I argued. Okay, I’m lying, I know. I freaking saw him and another guy, and he was definitely the uke. And I’d guess that excluding that one girlfriend he had, he was always the uke.

“Why are you taking it so personally? Plus, being an uke isn’t a bad thing, you’re my uke,” Gorou reminded me, forgetting about them and caressing my face, looking into my eyes.

“Which doesn’t leave this room,” I insisted. “Being the uke is embarrassing, it makes you look like a punk that gives in to whatever the big, bad seme says. Besides, everyone else in my life, I’ve been the seme with.” Well okay there was one other person but… that doesn’t need to be known.

“So you think your friend Kaito is a punk?” Gorou asked.

“Does he matter?”

“Hey, let’s stop arguing, and maybe mess around a little, eh?” Gorou suggested, immediately pushing me to the bed and trying to change the subject.

“Gorou, it’s ten minutes until six,”

“Do you think I can make you cum in half that amount of time?”

“Gorou, I’m not in the mood right now,” I argued, pushing him off of me so I could go change into my dinner clothes, which consisted of a light green dress shirt, dark green tie, and black pants.

“Since when have you not been in the mood? You’re always in the mood,” Gorou complained.

“You have been hounding me for sex since you saw me this morning. I told you, tonight, I promise,” I explained as I changed.

“Fine,” he said in a huff, as he changed into his clothes as well, a light blue and navy plaid dress shirt, and black pants as well.

Once we were ready, there was a knock at the door. “Guys, come on, we’re about to go,” said my oldest half-sister, Ichiko.



Kaito's POV
“We’re glad to have you here, Haruki,” Mariko greeted as she opened the front door.

I’m glad that Haruki wanted to meet my family, but him coming over for dinner is a little embarrassing. He’s so proper, and he cleans up nice too (although I would too if I were the son of a millionaire). I think that may be why Mariko likes him so much, despite her huge thing against gay relationships. Or, maybe my dad told her to just pretend she was okay with it, yeah, that’s probably it.

“If you guys embarrass me tonight, I will disown you for the rest of my life,” I warned my siblings who were all sitting on my bed. After I started leaving my door open and not caring, they’ve taken a liking to hanging out in my room, although I don’t see why. Well, all of them except Kanon. She was only in here this evening so she could cram advice into my head on how to impress him.

“C’mon, we’re not going to embarrass you,” Katashi reassured me. “You’re just nervous, it’ll be fine.”

There was a knock on the door frame as my dad stood in the doorway. “Kaito, you don’t want to keep your guest waiting do you?”

Everyone else climbed off the bed and ran into the dining room, leaving me standing alone in my room. “Do I look okay?”

“You look fine Kaito, now come on, everyone is probably hungry by now,” dad urged, forcing me out of my room.

When I walked into the living room, Haruki was the only one left in the living room, since everyone else went to set the table and stuff.

“Hey Kaito,” he greeted, before kissing me, although hesitantly. I guess he was hoping someone wouldn’t walk in the living room right at that moment. “I didn’t imagine all your brothers and sisters looked like miniature versions of you.”

“We all look like our mom, people say we’re her spitting image,” I explained.

“Do you have a picture of her somewhere? I’d like to see for myself,” he asked.

“Well there’s a family portrait that was taken two years before she died that’s in the dining room,” I replied, leading into the dining room.

Adjacent from the wide window on one side of the dining room was the family photo that was taken when I was thirteen. Well, the most recent family portrait at least. I think we took one every time there was a new addition to our family, although the rest of them are smaller and displayed in the other rooms. The first was just one with me when I was one, my mom and my dad. Then, there was one when I just turned three and Kanon was one. In all, I think there was five family portraits. But when my mom died, my dad had the last one put on the wall, not to mention it was large and those expensive kind made to look like oil paintings.

“Wow, you’re right, I can see her in you, and your sister Kanon especially,” Haruki exclaimed as he looked at the photo. “She must have very strong genes, because you don’t look very Japanese.”

“That’s not exactly a good thing, we’re like a walking circus freak family around here,” I sighed.

“Look, just because you look different doesn’t mean you don’t look nice, you’re exotic. And if anyone has stuff to say about it, then they’ll answer to me,”

“Thanks Haruki, even though you aren’t the most threatening-looking,” I laughed.

“Trust me, they’ll be crying if they mess with my Kai. I’ve taken so many types of martial arts classes, and even wrestling. It was my dad who made me take all those, because he didn’t want me to be a push over,”

“So what, are you gonna protect me or something?” I teased.

“They won’t even see it coming,”

“Hey, the table is set and its time to eat,” Kanon called to us.

So me and Haruki sat down at the table, even more crowded than usual. Five kids plus two parents and a boyfriend took up a lot of room.

“So who wants to say grace?” Mariko asked.

“Do we have to do that tonight?” I groaned.

“Just because we have a guest doesn’t mean we can’t thank God for the meal we’re having,” Mariko argued.

“Ooh, ooh, Kaori wants to say grace! Now everyone hold hands and close your eyes okay?” the little five-year-old instructed us, and we all obeyed. I still was kinda nervous so I hope my hands weren’t clammy or anything as my left hand was in Haruki’s and my right was in Kanon’s. “I’d like to thank God for… my big brother Kai-Kai and his new friend Haru-kun. And I also wanna thank God for my big sister Nonnie (her nickname for Kanon, fyi), my big brother Tashi, and my big brother Kou’a, and my new mommy Ko-chan and my daddy. I also wanna thank God for my best friend Hana-chan and her new doggie Kawa-chan-”

“The food’s getting cold!” Kouta whined.

“Kaori, can we wrap this up honey?” my dad pleaded.

“But I’m not done yet!” she cried.

“She’s kinda acting like she just won an award, huh?” Haruki whispered to me.

“Yeah, they’re gonna have to escort her off the stage soon,” I whispered back.

Okay, this is what I really wanted to avoid. A five-year-old doesn’t understand the concept of ‘do not embarrass me’ and now she’s embarrassing me. Great.

“Kaori do you want to leave the table? Because I can send you to go eat in the kitchen if you don’t stop crying,”

“Noooo!” she sobbed even harder. Really great dad, way to make her cry more.

“Excuse us,” he sighed, before carrying the little girl into the kitchen.

“Amen! Lets eat!” Kouta exclaimed, before loading up his plate first, like usual. He always seems to be starving, but I’d suppose that if you’re always running around playing sports you’d probably work up a powerful hunger too.

Man, I’m already getting stressed, why did I chance bringing him over here again?



Hachirou's POV
“Good evening everyone, it’s so lovely to be able to see you all! My ten grandchildren, all here for the first time!” our grandmother exclaimed as we all started walking into the house.

Its kinda weird, being fifteen and only seeing your grandmother for the first time. The grandmother is usually the first one you see, after your parents of course. But considering I never met my dad either, I suppose that’s a pretty okay thing.

“I worked long and hard to be able to create a feast for all of us, I had to even borrow a couple of tables but I was able to get everything set up in the dining room! So would you all like to get settled at the table now? I’m sure you’re hungry after your long trip,”

I personally was waiting for Granny Ryoka to quit running her mouth and lead us to the food- plus my stomach was starting to make noises.

“I’m starving Ryoka, and I’m sure the rest of the kids are too, we should get seated right away,” Michi, Jurou’s mom, explained as she was trying to shush an already restless little baby.

“Of course, right this way,” said Granny Ryoka as she lead all of us to the rather large dining room, where there were two long tables set up and plenty of chairs.

Immediately Gorou pulled me in the seat to the left of him, and Rokurou quickly took the seat on the other side of him while Shichirou sat beside him.

“Why do you always have to grab me?” I questioned Gorou.

“You know I do not like the rest of them and they do not like us, so I don’t even want to be near them,”

“Hey,” I began casually, “Since when has Ichiko had a girlfriend?”

“Uh, since now I guess,” Gorou laughed weakly.

“Guess it shouldn’t be too surprising that she’s a lesbian, since besides Kurou, all the men are gay,” I sighed.

“You know, besides your brother, it is seeming that this family will possibly carry on next-to-none of a legacy of our poor, deceased father,” My brother joked. “Assuming that hardly anyone of us will even settle down with a member of the opposite sex let alone procreate. Hell I‘d surprised if anyone of us even settles down!”

“I think that Shiko and Saburou are straight though,” I replied pointedly.

“But it’s still unusual, in any typical family you don’t see any kind of percentage of gay-to-straight family members like this, that’s why it’s so okay to be gay among the Kurogane brood. I’m sure none of our mothers have said anything about it.”

“In my mother’s case I’d doubt if she even knew about it,” I said, before remembering the day she stole all of me and my brother’s magazines, and I’m quite sure she noticed the one’s of all men under my bed, and yet she said nothing about it. Now what surprised me the most was actually the fact that Kurou had any kinds of magazines in the first place. I’d assumed that the boy only had like… technical manuals or pictures of computers or something. My little brother is so fucking weird that I’d just rather go one pretending that he’s aroused by computers and robots and shit like that, its more fun that way.

“Y’know, I just had a rather fun idea,”

“Which is?” My older half brother inquired as the main dishes were being set on the table, signaling that dinner was soon to begin.

“How about we turn Shiko, Saburou, and Kurou gay?”

“You have a rather sick sense of fun I guess, but keep going,”

“Well I don’t know how exactly how to do it, but that’ll be half the fun right? Just saying suggestive things and pushing their buttons, pushing them over the edge until they convert! Genius right?”

“You know that all three of those people have horrible tempers right?” Gorou reminded me. “Plus, I’m guessing that you just wanna make a pass at Saburou don’t you? Little bastard.”

“I do not wanna make a pass at him, he’s like in his twenties,” I scoffed, trying to pull off my lie. Saburou is just so sexy and rugged, but I don’t like him, I’m just a flirt. Sure it’d be easier just to go ahead and like the already gay brother out of the triplets, but I really don’t do easy, my mind always picks the difficult people to like. My half-siblings, for one, although I’d never want anything more than just pure sex and fun. Because in a weird way, besides Shichirou or Kurou, I don’t think as these people as my family. More like… simply people whom we meet up with on occasion because we knew the same person once.

“Unless you forgot, I’m twenty-one,”

“Yeah but you’re the young just-a-little-older-than-a-teen twenty-one, he’s twenty-five, meaning he’s borderline adult and into commitment and shit,”

“Hmm I see. Too bad I’ll be that person soon, and then who will you have to mess around with?”

“My boyfriend, obviously,”

“Why’re you still messing around with me if you already have a boyfriend?”

“Why’re you still hounding me for sex when you have a boyfriend? I’ll answer for both of us: we’re bored, and we need a temporary replacement for our boyfriends, a body-warmer if you will. It’ll never be the same but I guess when you’re used to falling asleep with someone you love in your arms…”

“…It’s hard to let it go?”

“Exactly,”

“We are… kinda weak aren’t we? I mean if they can handle being along for awhile then why can’t we?”

“We can… we just are too stubborn to,”

I think this might be the first time that me and him have ever felt bad or regretted anything before. Would it open the arms to change? Possibly. I am almost sixteen and while that is still really young, this might be a good resolution for myself.

“You think I might possibly be able to get my bed back in my room?” I questioned.

“I highly doubt that Rokurou’ll be willing to give it up now,” my older brother chuckled. “But, I suppose it’s good for us to try restraint, huh?

“If my Shouta can do it, I suppose it’s worth it,”



Shouta's POV
“Nobu, I think it might be time for you to leave now,” I sighed.

It was such a blur how my old classmate ended up in my house, in my room, with me. Earlier we had happened to pass each other on the street and after exchanging a few formalities, he decided that he was going to treat me somewhere. I hate that it’s common knowledge to treat Shouta as the charity case, since his parents are gone and his older brother alone doesn’t generate much income.

But after his begging I agreed, so I think I’ll back-track some and start with us having dinner.

We stopped at one of these local neighborhood restaurants but truthfully, I knew that he could’ve taken me to a five-star restaurant if he wanted to. He’s so nice he probably considered it, but I’m personally glad he went with the more casual choice.

“I’m so glad that I got to see you Shouta, you haven’t talked to me since… you left our school in the middle of the year. I was missing my old science partner,” he laughed as we sat seated in our booth, waiting for the waitress to bring our drinks.

“Nobu I’ve actually been meaning to tell you something since back then,” I began, before gingerly lifting his glasses off his face. “You should burn these, they make you look like a nerd.”

“Really? But Shouta you know I can’t see without them,” he sighed.

“Just… keep them off tonight. I want to relish in the non-nerdy look of Nobu Ueda, the one that made all the girls love you,”

“Aw stop it Shouta,” he blushed. “You’re kind of a flirt now, you know that?”

Me, flirt? Hachirou must be rubbing off on me, because I don’t flirt.

“Now, how is it going to school with all boys?”

“For someone like me: great. Well, except that when I first got there everyone was all over me like ‘aww look at cute little Shouta,’ like I was someone to worship or something,” I explained.

“You don’t like being obsessed over either, I take it?” he asked. “At least you like guys, because I sure didn’t like any of those girls. I really don’t like turning people down, so it hurt.”

“They were cute and all but I just couldn’t shake this feeling that having me was like having the dating trophy of Susumu,”

“That’s exactly how it is. I wonder how all these people end up liking us quiet types?”

“Because, it’s common knowledge that-”



Kaito's POV
“-The quiet ones are frisky. That’s what Hachirou told me,” I whispered to Haruki, and he laughed.

“Wow, I can’t believe that’s what he thinks about me,”

“He has that perception about a lot of people, including me,”

“Well if Hachirou said it about you then it must be true, he knows everything about you. I’d like to find out for myself one day,” He commented, looking me in the eyes now. With that look in his eyes, I think he means today, not just one day.

“Haruki, my bedroom is right next to my little brothers’ room, I don’t want to scar the poor things for life. These walls are thin you know,” I explained, knocking the wall closest to me.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep it quiet,”

“Given my sexual nature, I don’t know if I can promise that,” Kaito pouted.

“So you really don’t want to…”

“Not tonight,”

The room was filled with awkward silence that made me slightly regret denying us both the pleasure that we clearly wanted. Still, I refuse for my first time with him to be at night in my cramped little room when everyone was at home. Sure, some would argue that having sex in a house full of potential witnesses was dangerous and such a turn on, I wouldn’t really be able to enjoy it if I was struggling to keep my mouth closed.

And I really did have a big mouth.




Shouta's POV
I agreed to it when he said “let’s head back to your place, for a chat.”

I knew that I wouldn’t be bothered by Akira since he was working the night shift now, and Ren Kojima made himself scarce when my brother wasn’t around. I haven’t a clue where he goes, but as long as he’s not here, I really couldn’t care less.

Me and Nobu got along exceptionally well that evening, as we sat in my room talking, about common interests: school, things that were on the television, old friends.

Somehow, Hachirou never seemed to make it into that conversation.

Somehow, he escaped my mind completely. My mind was completely with Nobu.

Somehow, we ended up having sex that night.

And somehow, it didn’t even bother me.




“Nobu, I think it might be time for you to leave now,” I sighed. We were both laying in the bed, and it was past eleven now, meaning he was already out later than he should’ve been, due to curfew.

“Shouta,” he spoke, filling the silent, dark void that hung in the room. I waited for him to say more, but I guess just like me, he really can’t find the right words to express what happened. Now, it’s not like things happen just as ‘fast’ as they are expressed, but it should’ve been me to stop and say ‘hey, I have a boyfriend.’ But hey, I don’t care. He doesn’t know, I don’t care, Hachirou doesn’t know. They’re unsuspecting and I’m guilt-free. Why? I can’t help but shake this feeling… this feeling that no matter how much Hachirou wants to pamper me, he can’t leave his ties in the past what they are- in the past.

Nobu and I were getting dressed as my brother stood by the door announcing, “Shouta, is Hachirou in there with you? Because I’m sure that our parents wouldn’t appreciate you being in a room alone with your boyfriend, it just isn’t proper you know,”

“Shouta, is Hachirou your boyfriend?” Nobu asked quietly, next to a whisper. He turned to look at me from his spot on the edge of the bed, wearing his glasses this time so he couldn’t miss a thing. Namely, the horrid expression that flashed across my face, and the look in my eyes that could be compared to a deer in headlights, as though I feared lightening would strike my guilty body leaving… well a guilty corpse I suppose.

“…Yes,” I finally answered.

“You took something from me I’ll never be able to replace, my virginity and my ability to fall in love again!” Nobu yelled, tears rolling down his porcelain white cheeks, before throwing open my bedroom door and running.

I immediately jumped up after him, shouting, “Wait, let me explain!”

He ran down the staircase and out the front door, past Mr. Kojima who was just walking in, and I was right on his heels.

We ended up standing on the pathway through the front yard, although it was March now and snow was still on the ground. Thankfully the snow had already been cleared off the path, or the coldness going through my stocking feet would’ve been ten-times worse, considering I had no time to put on shoes.

He was looking down at the ground, before speaking, “Even though I doubt it’s going to matter, what is it that you have to say?” I could still see the tears falling, hitting the sidewalk one after another.

“He is… well… was… important to me. But something in me came to realize that self-proclaimed bad boy Hachirou just wasn’t me. I realized that when you and I were taking. We were already good friends at the beginning of the school year, and I don’t want to take anything away from you in vain.”

“If that’s your way of trying to ask me to go out, you’ve screwed up. If you’d willingly cheat on your boyfriend to say that you want to be with me, then obviously you could just as easily do it again. I’m not willing to take that chance. If I leave now, I’ll be confident I made the right decision. But if I date you and have to live every day in fear that you’re somewhere cheating on me, I’ll deeply regret it. You never seemed like a cheater, and honestly I don’t know what got into me, sleeping with you in the first place. Before you went to Susumu, you’d never do anything like that!”

“Don’t talk about me like it’s the school to blame!”

“Being forced with all those older kids was just too much, you’ve grown but in a horrible way,”

“That’s not true!”

“When was the last time you’ve even talked to Furiko, your so-called best friend?”

Once he pointed that out, it hit me that I hadn’t talked to Furiko much since I started at Susumu in the beginning of January. Our relationship just crept to a slow halt. I went to school with Hachirou most of the time, so I stopped walking with her. I haven’t even called her on the phone in who knows how long.

“Your silence says it all, you’ve ditched your one and only best friend for Hachirou, your precious boyfriend-” Nobu hissed, turning his back on me to walk away, before there was the sound of the front door slamming.

“Hey kid, let me drive you home,” my brother called, holding the keys to Kojima’s car. “It’s too late and too cold for you to be walking home. Meanwhile Shouta, go inside before you catch pneumonia from standing out here in only pajamas and socks.”

As I heard Nobu and Akira getting into the car, I walked inside the house and locked the front door.

I decided on taking a nice hot bath while I mulled things over in my brain, Nobu’s voice ringing in my head. Words, burning like fresh wounds. It hurt so much. I’d ask myself what I was thinking but that could only be possible if I had even been thinking. I coaxed Nobu to have sex with me. An innocent boy, whom only had a simple crush on me, and I had sex with him.

The poor boy, he’d probably only accepted because he thought by having sex with me, it meant I returned his well-known feelings. I could see the similarities in this moment, and me and Hachirou’s first time, actually.

Sure, I practically forced the guy to do it, in a way, but I thought that the whole intimacy thing would prove that he loved me for sure, which from the beginning I was afraid that it was just all an act. I don’t know for sure whether it was just an act, me and Hachirou’s relationship, but I know one thing for sure. I know I shouldn’t have put Nobu in this position.

To Be Continued...

A.N: This chapter is the last chapter in the first part of the series. Read Love School: The Break-Up to continue where this left off... And PLEASE remember to review! If ppl review, then I'll know what I'm doing right (or not doing right) so I can make my stories better! Advanced critique is encouraged, and thanks for reading, I am forever greatful! ^_^