False Advertising

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            For the last hour, Shun tossed back and forth as his mind
tried to rationalize away the thoughts that plagued him. He was having trouble
throwing the idea away. Was it so much that he just wanted a little honesty in
his life? Why couldn't his stupid heterosexual
mind understand that? He turned, flushed in the cheeks, an angry scowl on
his face.

            As if.

            Shun was slowly convincing himself that Kazuya wasn't
supposed to be his "brother." He rather enjoyed Hasukawa's company
and would trade it for few worldly things. He turned over again, staring at his
curtain. There was nothing fair about this. Kisaragi simply did not want to
have a crisis all by himself.

            Thoughts of the sempais were drifting away. Maybe, just
maybe, Shun really did have his wires crossed. What if the vibe he was getting
was coming off himself? He hadn't yet offered a solid answer to that all
important question and he was sure that he was thinking about it so much for a
reason.

            He flopped onto his back, staring up to the bunk above
him. He blinked a few times, thinking about Hasukawa sleeping soundly. And he style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>did sleep like a rock. Shun could have
been working this out with a marching band by his side and Hasukawa probably
wouldn't have noticed.

            Shun sat up. Was it such a bad idea? What could really
happen? He glanced up again, hearing a familiar snore. Hasukawa was dead asleep
– there was no way he'd ever know. "I have to figure this out," Shun
murmured, planting his fist into his palm. "Do or die time." Quietly,
he slipped from his bunk and into the open room. He eased himself up onto
Hasukawa's, wincing as the old boards creaked. He kept still, though, checking
to make sure Hasukawa hadn't woken. Satisfied that he was still out, Shun
slowly pulled himself up into the bunk, creeping up along Kazuya's sleeping
form.

            "He is cute," Shun said forlornly, surprised
that he'd never really been able to admit it. He leaned in, inspecting
Hasukawa's face before he nodded, closing his eyes. It was just going to be one
kiss. Just to see what it was really like. Shun had had his girlfriends and
he'd had his play, but for some reason, this moment felt like the most
important of all.

            As his heart raced, his lips came down, pressing against
Hasukawa's pouty mouth.

            "Mph. . . what—" Shun's eyes shot open and he
pulled back, just as Hasukawa's eyes locked with him. "Shun!" he
yelped, scrambling backward. Shun reached out, speechless, his other hand
touching his tingling lips.

            "S-s-suka-chan! I thought
you were sleeping!"

            Dumbfounded, Hasukawa just kept creeping back, his hands
finding the edge of the bed as he leaned away from Shun. "class=SpellE>Wh. . .what. . ."

            "Suka-chan, please, I jus—"

            One misplaced hand left Hasukawa stumbling, and before
Shun could finish, Kazuya fell backwards off the edge of the bed, banging his
head off the frame below. Shun, white in the face, rushed to the edge with a
scream. "Suka-chan!"

            He scrambled down, knocking over a glass of water he'd
set out with his foot.

            "Oh, Kami, Suka-chan!" He pulled Hasukawa onto his bunk,
fanning his face.  "Suh-suka-chan, wake
up!" He shook his red-headed friend's shoulders and gave him a slap or two,
no less relieved to see he was at least still breathing.  He made a small
gargling noise – Shun's heart rate could not be relieved by "gurgling
noises," however.  Timidly propping Hasukawa up against his manga
case, Shun gulped and peered in close.  "Suka-chan. . . ?" He
wiped at his eyes and kept a steady watch for the next few minutes. style='mso-tab-count:1'>  Kazuya did manage to come around, wearily
opening his heavy eyelids to see Shun's concerned gaze.  "S-class=SpellE>suka-chan, are you alright?"

            Hasukawa groaned and rubbed the back of his head, closing
his eyes tight.  "Ow. . ." Shun sighed
a bit, placing a hand on the side of Hasukawa's face and the other on his
shoulder.  "Shun. . . ?"

            "You scared me to death, Suka-chan. . . watch your
step next time, would ya?" His hands slid from
the redhead's body as he sat back on his heels.  "Er,
do you wanna go see Hiro-kun? 
Maybe you can just sleep it off."

            Hasukawa blinked, a deep frown on his face as his blurry
gaze began to come into crisp focus.  Shun's worried face filled his
vision as the pink-haired one leaned in a bit. He simply grimaced, pain
assaulting his skull. "Ow."

What happens next? :

[Shun carts Suka off to class=SpellE>Hiro.] – Go to Chapter Twelve
(12)

[Puts the poor kid to bed.] –
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