When he awoke, it was much brighter out than he remembered it being before. He slowly blinked to clear his vision, and then came to a realization that his head was on top of Haru’s lap. His body swiftly shot up into a sitting position and he gaped wide eyed at the elder teen. A wave of relief washed over him when he realized the elder was still asleep.

How long was I asleep for? He wondered as he peered down at his iPod, which was still playing, to find out the time. Three hours?! Are you kidding?! That only leaves less than an hour until we get there! His thoughts were interrupted by a loud yawn emerging from the dark haired teen sitting next to him. Yukio did his best to act natural.

“…Neh? …How long did I sleep?” The elder asked with another exaggerated yawn.

“A few hours.” Yukio replied uneasily.

“Really? Wow, I must’ve been tired.” The older teen said casually while stretching his arms up in the air.

“I guess so.” The younger mumbled.

“…Hey, why is there a wet spot on my pants?” Haru inquired with an eyebrow arched in confusion as he noticed a slightly damp area on the fabric of his jeans. Yukio froze in horror while blushing a bright red. He turned his face away from Haru before the elder could catch his embarrassed expression.

I must have drooled in my sleep!

“Hey, you didn’t happen to spill something on me, did you?” Haru asked with a small frown.

“N-No.” Yukio stammered nervously.

Unless you count the saliva that ‘spilled’ from my mouth.

“Huh…well that’s weird…” Haru mumbled bafflingly. “So there’s still about an hour ‘til we get to the hotel? What the hell are we supposed to do until then?”

“I’m sure you’ll find some way to entertain yourself.” Yukio murmured with a slight roll of his eyes.

“Is that a suggestion?” Haru snickered with a suggestive quirk of his eyebrow.

“No, it wasn’t.” Yukio retorted, crossing his arms in a flustered attitude.

“Hey, I’ll bet the hotel has a great swimming pool.” Haru said with an excited grin while elbowing Yukio in the shoulder.

“Whatever.” Yukio grumbled uninterestedly. Haru gave him a curious look.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying this trip very much.” The dark haired teen pointed out, but got no response from the other. “…Or maybe you’re just not enjoying having to be on a trip with me.”

“Well, duh.” Yukio snorted. Haru stared at him with a mix of anger and surprise in his expression.

“Well you didn’t have to be so blunt about it!” The elder said indignantly.

“I wouldn’t go throwing around that word, considering you’re the king of bluntness…along with arrogance and obnoxiousness.”

“What? Well I guess the real, not-nice Yukio finally came out, huh? And just because I’m more mature than you, I’m not going to insult you back.” Haru scoffed.

“Mature? On what planet? You just don’t have anything to insult me with!”

“You want me to insult you? Fine then. You’re a weak, meek, wimpy brat, and you don’t have the strength or guts to defend yourself, or do what you know you really want to do.” The elder sneered. Yukio glared furiously at him for a moment before facing the opposite direction without saying a word. “Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” Haru taunted with a laugh.

“Just leave me alone.” Yukio hissed back, apparently not seeing the humor in Haru’s teasing. The black haired teen’s face gained some seriousness at the boy’s harsh tone, and he tried to place his hand on the other’s shoulder in apology.

“Yukio, I didn’t mean-”

“I said leave me alone!” Yukio snarled and roughly shook off Haru’s hand. Haru blinked in surprise, and his hand recoiled. An awkward silence ensued. Just then, the bus pulled over to the side of the road. Other buses were parked nearby, but there didn’t seem to be any reason as to why they would halt. Haru shot up to his feet with a face full of confusion.

“Hey, what the heck did we stop for?” The dark haired teen shouted to no one particular person. The bus’s chaperone, Mr. Thomason, glowered at the teen in apparent irritation.

“I just announced that we were parking for a quick lunch a few minutes ago, but I guess you weren’t listening. Somehow I’m not surprised.” The teacher growled.

“Oh, you did?” Haru chuckled nervously. “Oops.”

“Please sit down Mr. Hinako.”

“Right…”

Mr. Thomason then began to pass out little Styrofoam lunch boxes to the students.

“Aw man, not the crappy school lunches.” Haru whined.

“Keep complaining Hinako, and I’ll make sure these ‘crappy’ lunches are the only food you get on the entire trip.” Mr. Thomason spat while tossing one of the lunches to the raven haired teen.

“Did I say crappy? I meant to say that I was happy to receive food from our esteemed cafeteria.” Haru laughed with an anxious smile. The teacher sighed and shook his head exasperatedly while handing Yukio his lunch. Haru cracked open his Styrofoam box and made a repulsed face at the contents. “Can someone please explain why I would want to eat something that looks like it wants to eat me?”

Yukio ignored the comment and turned his iPod volume to full blast to block the other out. Haru frowned, feeling very insulted.

Damn brat. The elder teen thought in vexation.

After about fifteen minutes, Mr. Thomason walked down the aisle with a trash bag for students to throw their leftovers away. Both Haru and Yukio had barely touched their meal. It wasn’t long before the bus started up again, and soon they were back on track to Concave City. Yukio and Haru did not communicate with one another for the rest of the bus ride.

When the bus pulled into the parking lot of the hotel the students and chaperones would be staying at, the students began to get antsy, chattering at an accelerated rate.   Mr. Thomason shushed them before making an announcement to the entire bus.

“Everyone please remain seated! The chaperones have to go in first to sign everyone in, and then everyone will march out of the bus in an orderly fashion. Your luggage will be put in a pile in front of the hotel, and it’ll be your job to find your stuff. Students will be organized into several groups according to room location and then escorted by one of the faculty members. If you leave the hotel, you must sign out and in with your partner at the front desk, where one of the chaperones will be stationed. You must return by seven p.m., but you can leave again at seven a.m. If you miss curfew, you are not allowed to leave the hotel for the remainder of the trip. And remember to always stick with your buddy!”

Yukio snorted in annoyance at the last comment the teacher made. The supposed “march” off the bus wasn’t as orderly as the chaperones would’ve preferred, but there weren’t any injuries at the very least. Yukio continued to ignore Haru’s existence as he searched through a large mound of luggage for his bag. When he found it, he lifted it onto his shoulder with visible strain. Haru choked back a laugh as he lifted his own pack with ease. He didn’t want to piss the other off anymore than he already had. Yukio was happy to see that Nemi was in the same group that he and Haru were in. He waved to her when she looked over at him, and she waved back with a smile. The group they were in was led by none other than Mr. Thomason. As the large man led the students to their rooms, Yukio considered whether or not he should go talk to Nemi, who was currently walking on the opposite side of the group. He didn’t get the chance, because one of the first rooms the group reached ended up being his and Haru’s; he knew this because Mr. Thomason shouted both of their names and then a number, their room number, he figured.

And so it begins… Yukio sighed inwardly as he followed Haru to a door painted white with the number 66 and the letter B mounted on the door in gold lettering. The B on the door was lowercase, so at a glance, it appeared as if the door read 666.

How appropriate. Yukio joked dryly in his mind as Haru swiped a card key Mr. Thomason had given him through the electronic lock on the door handle. The dark haired teen swung the door open and grinned with what his eyes were met with. Their room could be considered a very nice suite; it wasn’t overly lavish or too simple. As the two teens walked in, they were stepping into small but decently furnished living room; it had a white leather sofa, a wooden coffee table, and a good sized, color television set. Haru jogged over to another room with his luggage, the bedroom, where two queen sized beds dressed in red blankets were. Yukio remained in the living room, but heard Haru shout “Whoo-hoo!” and then the sound of bedsprings being compressed as the elder jumped on one of the beds. Yukio went ahead and set his stuff down on the floor of the living room and then made himself comfortable on the couch. He found a remote control on the coffee table and switched on the television, staring at the screen with a blank look on his face. Within a few minutes, Haru reappeared in the living room, this time sporting black and red swim trunks, a towel hanging around his neck.

“Hey, come on, let’s check out the pool.” Haru said with a grin.

“No thanks.” Yukio mumbled without moving his gaze from the TV.

“Please don’t tell me you plan on spending the entire trip watching TV. You can do that anytime; you should go out and have fun while you’re here.”

“Maybe later.”

“But we’re supposed to stay together, and I want to see the swimming pool.”

“Go without me.”

“I could get in trouble.”

“Like you care.” Yukio scoffed with a roll of his eyes. Haru’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

He’s got me on that one.  The dark haired teen thought in defeat.

“Fine, I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” The elder growled and left the suite. Yukio sighed and stood up from the couch, deciding to put his things away in the bedroom. One of the bed’s spread of sheets was completely messed up, and a suitcase was opened on top of it with several articles of clothing and other miscellaneous items pouring out of it.

“Haru’s a bit of a slob.” The periwinkle haired teen muttered to himself as he began to place his neatly folded clothes into a nearby dresser. When he was finished, he sat down on his bed for a few long moments in complete silence. He decided to watch some more television for a while, but there wasn’t anything interesting on any channel.

................Okay...I’m bored...Damn...As much as I don’t want to admit it, Haru’s right. I can’t just watch television for the whole time we’re here. But I don’t want to do anything with him...Everything feels so weird... Yukio pondered bleakly. I’ll bet Nemi’s having fun. She doesn’t have to deal with having a pervert as a partner...She may even be swimming at the pool herself. Maybe I could go to the pool just to see if she’s there, and then leave if she’s not...Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. And with that, he left the hotel room and headed to the pool area, not bothering to put on a swim suit. He didn’t plan on getting half naked with Haru around. When he reached his destination, he immediately began searching the place for his blonde friend. There were many people he had to look through, most of them swimming or playing in the clear blue water of the large pool. He noticed Haru a ways off, lazily basking in the sun on a foldout chair; when the black haired teen spotted the younger teen, he shot up from his seat and jogged over to him.

“So you decided to join me after all.” Haru chuckled with a cocky smile.

“No I didn’t. I came to look for Nemi.” Yukio huffed while continuing to scope the area for his friend.

“That annoying chick? Who gives a rat’s ass about her? I’m here, that should be more than enough.”

“Please leave me alone.” Yukio grumbled irritably.

“Oh, come on. I don’t bite…unless you want me to.” Haru snickered with a wolfish grin while stepping closer to the younger teen. Yukio got a repulsed look on his face and began to back away.

“Gross, get away!”

“You’re so shy Yu-yu.” The elder laughed while continuing to approach the periwinkle haired teen.

“Quit it!”

“Uh, Yukio, you’re-”

“I said stop!” Yukio yelled as he continued to pace backwards away from Haru.

“But Yukio, you’re gonna fa-”

 

Yukio and Haru had just returned to their suite; Yukio was completely soaked in Chlorine water, his shoes dampening the carpet with every step he took. His clothes and hair were plastered uncomfortably against his body, and his shoes squished with moisture. Haru was still chuckling as Yukio attempted to air dry his hair by shaking his head rapidly.

“This is all your fault! This never would’ve happened if you weren’t acting like an idiot again!” Yukio shouted, efficiently ticked off.

“How am I to blame for your lack of balance and awareness of your surroundings?” Haru teased with a smirk, inciting Yukio to glare fiercely at him. The younger teen then plopped down to the ground to remove his wet socks and shoes. A shiver ran down his spine as the cool air of the hotel room met with his waterlogged body.

“It’s freezing in here.” Yukio chattered through gritted teeth.

“No it’s not. You’re just cold because you’re soaked to the bone. You’ll get sick if you don’t dry off.” Haru mentioned nonchalantly as he headed to the bedroom to put a T-shirt over his naked upper half.

“I’ll just go take a hot shower then.” The periwinkle haired teen stated while entering the bedroom to pick out some clothes to change into.

“It’s going to be dinner time soon. You want me to order room service? I’m thinkin’ pizza.”

“Go ahead.”

“Just cheese on your half?” Haru asked as Yukio began to leave the room. The younger teen froze in his tracks, suddenly recalling the last time they had pizza together.

“…….Uh…I-I don’t care. Put what you want on it.” He mumbled awkwardly before heading into the bathroom with his new outfit in his arms. Haru smirked in contentment and walked over to a stationary phone on a nightstand between the beds. Could Yukio’s willingness to try a different type of pizza symbolize the possibility of him being open minded towards trying other new things? That’ the way Haru’s mind comprehended it.

About half an hour later, Yukio emerged from the restroom, clean, newly dressed, and mostly dry. Haru was at the front door of the suite receiving a large plate of pizza from a room service cart.

“You’re just in time.” Haru said as he set the pizza down on the coffee table of the living room area. “It’s Hawaiian style. Try it.” The dark haired teen encouraged as he grabbed a slice and took a rather large bite out of it. Yukio reluctantly picked up a slice himself and nibbled off a small part of it. He was surprised to find that he enjoyed the new flavor combination. “Well?”

“It’s not bad.”

“See? Sometimes you need to try new things.” Haru chirped as he finished of his first slice of pineapple pizza and started on another.

“I suppose…” Yukio murmured as he continued eating as well. It wasn’t long before the entire plate was cleaned off by the two teens.

“Well, I’m stuffed. How about a little TV?” The elder teen sighed while leaning back on the sofa and switching on the television set. The two sat silently while watching the flashing screen. Yukio wasn’t particularly interested in what was playing and it wasn’t long before he drifted off into dreamland, unconsciously laying his body down horizontally on the couch. Haru noticed this and watched the younger boy while he slept for a while. The periwinkle haired teen’s peaceful expression and cute, innocent, sleeping demeanor forced a small admiring smile from Haru. He stood up while using the remote to turn the TV off and headed for the bedroom area. He returned with a blanket, and tossed it gingerly over Yukio’s body.

 

            When Yukio awoke, it was early morning. He sat up and blinked a few times to try to shake the cobwebs from his mind and remember where in the world he was. Everything about the day before came flooding back when his dazed thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Haru’s voice.

            “You’re up early.” The raven haired teen stated as he approached the couch from the suite’s bedroom. He was wearing faded jeans ripped at the knees, and a black T-Shirt featuring one of his favorite bands.

            “So are you.” Yukio grumbled while stretching his arms in the air and yawning. “I fell asleep on the sofa?”

            “Yup. We both conked out pretty early. Though I don’t know why I did, since I pretty much slept the whole way here and all. Want some breakfast? I found some fruit in the little fridge we get with the room.”

            “Okay…” Yukio replied unsurely.

            He hasn’t said or done anything perverted as of yet. That’s surprising. The younger teen thought with an eyebrow raised untrustingly as he watched Haru head over to the small refrigerator on the opposite side of the living room. He brought a small bowl of strawberries and cherries over, along with a container of what looked like whipped cream.

            Well that’s not suspicious. Yukio thought with dull sarcasm as Haru took a seat next to him. The elder teen then took a stem that held two cherries between his fingers, and dipped them into the open container of cream. He suspended them in the air in front of his face and began to slowly lick and caress the fruit with his tongue, sucking in the sweet flavor. He peered over at Yukio out of the corner of his eye and smirked slyly; the younger boy’s face was redder than the strawberries and cherries in the bowl.

            “Does this give you dirty thoughts?” The raven haired teen snickered as he finished consuming the cherries he had previously molested with his mouth.

            “N-No!” The periwinkle haired teen stammered while trying to push rather lewd images (created by Haru’s risqué actions) out of his otherwise innocent mind.

            “Try one.” Haru offered rather eagerly. Yukio stared at the bowl of fruit reluctantly for a few moments before finally picking up a strawberry and slowly dunking it into the whipped cream. He parted his lips to put the piece of cream covered fruit in his mouth, but stopped when he noticed that Haru was watching him intently.

“Could you not stare at me?” Yukio muttered uncomfortably.

“But you’re so fun to look at…even with clothes on.”

“Haru!” Yukio squealed indignantly.

“Alright, alright.” Haru sighed and turned his head away, though he still continued to peep at the boy from the side of his eye, this unbeknownst to the younger teen. Yukio made sure to eat the strawberry without any form of hesitation, not wanting to give Haru the chance of reading anything sexual into it. After the older teen heard the other boy swallow, he turned his full gaze back towards him, immediately noticing some whipped cream near the corner of his mouth. He blinked for a moment, suddenly getting a mischievous idea that he could not push out of his head no matter how hard he tried.

“Uh, you got a little somethin’ on your face.” The dark haired teen pointed out while using all of his willpower not to do something he was extremely tempted to do.  Yukio’s expression turned puzzled, and he began to trace his fingers over different areas of his face in an attempt to find what Haru was taking about. “A little lower…no, not there.” Haru murmured as Yukio failed to remove the spot of food.

Oh come on! This is just too easy! How can I not take advantage of this? Haru thought exasperatedly.

“Did I get it yet?”

“…Not really…”

“How about now?”

“………”

There goes the last of my self-restraint. I must say, I lasted longer than I initially thought I would. The raven haired teen chuckled in his mind before leaning in towards Yukio, and flicking the tip of his tongue over the corner of the periwinkle haired teen’s mouth to remove the smudge of cream located there. Yukio sat frozen with impossibly wide eyes, completely terrified and unsuspecting of what Haru had just done. There was a momentary silence before Yukio’s meek and confused voice arose; it was almost low enough to be a whisper.

“…H-Haru…why…” The younger boy couldn’t bring himself to say anything else in his shocked state of mind.

 

I suck, I know. Feel free to virtually bitch-slap me; I wouldn’t blame you. But at least I didn’t discontinue the story, right? I’m still very motivated to keep going, so that’s something to be happy about. You have to look on the bright side of things of life. The silver lining of the cloud, and all that jazz. I’m just rambling now, but I’m sure you were aware of that. Anyways, please leave me a comment on what you thought about this chapter. I will post the next chapter in July.

 

Hahaha! Just kidding! Did you piss your pants? Maybe throw a temper tantrum and wish for me to be crucified? Bwaha.

 
The next posting will actually be sometime towards the end of this month. See ya then!