False Advertising

Fifty-One

style='mso-spacerun:yes'>            Sighing
softly, Shun hugged Hasukawa's arm a little tighter as they slowly made their
way through the dusk-lit park. The lamps hadn't yet come on, leaving the pair a
little secluded in the encroaching darkness. Benches were empty and the paths
were bare, save for the tandem footfalls of Hasukawa and Shun. Kisaragi truly
didn't mind being so close to Suka-chan. So what. So what if it just fanned the
embers that were burning in the wrong fire. He was happy to clutch his
roommate's arm and feel a little helpless. He really rather enjoyed that
Hasukawa was there to watch over him.

            Shun got the distinct feeling that Kazuya liked it, too.
Shun, of course, wasn't helpless. He'd won his share of fights. But for
Hasukawa . . . he was prepared to step aside and follow as he was led. Though,
as he thought about it, it might have just been the girl talking. Maybe class=SpellE>onnastyle='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>-Shun was taking over. He darkened a
little, frowning at the thought of becoming some helpless simpering twit. Shun
was still a man.

            Even still, he couldn't help but feel a little giddy when
they touched, or kissed or even slept in the same bed (which was slowly
becoming more common). Shun was forgetting why this was all such a bad idea in
the first place, as his mind was overtaken with the elation of being with
Hasukawa for as long as was possible.

            I don't want this
day to end, he though, a little sad to see the sun's rays disappear.

            "Well, look at these two."

            Shun and Hasuaka froze, pulled
from their shared silence as two shadows stepped out onto the path in front of
them. Shun instantly let go of Hasukawa's arm, his sharp ears detecting another
figure behind them. That click was most definitely the sound of a switchblade.

            "She's cute," one of them chuckled. "I say
we take her after we gut the bastard."

            Shun swallowed, his heart beating fast as the trio closed
in. Hasukawa's face was hard and calculating, and he urged Shun to stay still
from the side of his mouth. Screw that!
he thought, quietly cracking his knuckles. No one – not these wannabe gangster style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>punks were going to hurt either of them
if he had anything to say about it.

            "So," one of them asked, blade flashing in his
fist, a smirk stretched across his face. "What's it going to be?"

What happens next? :

[Hasukawa stands up to defend
them on his own.] – Go to Chapter Fifty-Two
(52)

[Kisaragi joins in the fray.] –
Go to Chapter Fifty-Eight (style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>58)