The night is heavy. Flashbacks of the scene ravished his mind, driving him silly. He reiterates many unanswered questions, rehearsing and telling himself what he should have done differently-- could have done differently.

To get up, and find Kisha while the images are still in his mind. He stays put because it upsets him and Crescent knows he can easily become unhinged. His time out on the benches it compelled him to reflect on what transpired. Nothing makes sense. Ahni slept soundly while Crescent spent the night awake only dozing off as the sun ascended.

Soon Ahni awakened him, and the siblings traveled back to the school. Class had already been in session, leaving the two to dash and prep. Ahni disliked being late. Crescent never cared.

Tired, sleep-deprived, and moody, Crescent tries to keep up with class but often dozes. The quiet ticking of the classroom's clocks fills the cold air as if a lullaby takes his hearing. Until lunch, solace allows them to be caught, but his mind is on another mission.

He skips ordering today, footsteps sending frame around the room in a hasty stride. The window of opportunity in locating Kisha is slim. Determined to get what he wants, Crescent drives the needless weight from his body.

Many of the more curious pupils want to know what he's looking for. His face crunched and his eyes dart back and forth mistaken for someone who has received drugs recently, but he lacks enough self-awareness to care. Ignoring them, retaining his search, the whispers increase.

Kisha isn't difficult to pinpoint. His bright hair stands out as white against a blackboard and the fact that he's the only one in school with such a bold color currently makes him all the more a beacon in dyes. Crescent is unable to locate the familiar locks at any of the tables. He isn't near the lunch lady serving booths. Not a glimpse of the redheaded leader either.

Stride neverending, Crescent soon feels the unwelcoming bout of discouragement. 

He maneuvers through a cluster of students obstructing his way, chattering about the latest chocolates found on the academy grounds. A string of expletives escapes him before he finds solace in the central room. The mix of anticipation and impatience takes over, coursing through his trembling limbs, as a surge of frustration simmers inside. The urge to yell mounts, his lips quiver, and his jaw clenches until a deep sigh forces its way out. He wishes everyone would just shut the fuck up for a few seconds!

Groaning as if a wild animal fueled by frustration, he wants to go crazy; so he assumes that will help him. The sea of individuals spread out as different, but the same outfits causing his head to spin. Hairstyles, tattoos and shades of vibrant to dingy colors distort his vision with his glasses on. Just when he hopes he has seen Kisha, he vanishes.

Not being prepared to concentrate on his purpose becomes a daunting task. How did he hope to spot someone in this pile of fuckery?! The noise level is excessively high, hearing goes off in multiple directions. What if Kisha passed him various times? What if he's doing this on purpose?! What if that bastard is sitting right next to him?!

"Dammmmmmit!" Crescent exclaims to wide air, twisting his frame, trudging where he left Ahni.

This is all Ahni's fault. Crescent wasn't able to obtain adequate sleep, today isn't his day. Crescent sighs, sitting beside his brother and plopping his head against the table in defeat. Ahni winces, closing one eye and sucking on his teeth at the sound of his brother's head slamming into the table.

"What's wrong, Cres?" Ahni asks with a dip of his head, though he already knows.

"I can't find him..." His muffled sounds of defeat, deflated and loss.

"That's because he may not be here. Try asking that juvie from the auditorium." Ahni tries to lead his brother right, shrugging to shake off the heaviness and the uneasy thought that Crescent can become physically violent at any moment.

Crescent sits up instantly, narrowed eyes firing at Ahni in return. Sometimes, Ahni's smarter than Crescent allows him to be. Never giving him the proper praise and even now, doesn't feel the need to. He just stares defiantly, hoping Ahni will catch on because his pride refuses to allow an ounce of empathy.

Ahni who is good at reading Crescent's face, is aware that everything has frustrated his brother at this point. He raises his hand, pointing to a nearby table that a group of seven people occupied.

Some tables in the room accommodate a larger group, and then some are made for just two students. The tables and chairs are nailed shut to the white-tiled floor.

Sitting with a group of friends, the first year that knows everything. Crescent follows his brother's digit, slipping from his seat, and walking as fast as he can over to the directed table. Not caring what's happening between the group, Crescent places a heavy hand on the first year's shoulder, pressing heavily to gather all of his attention. Mentally thanking Ahni for his sacrifice, but his face remains increasingly stern.

"Hey, can we talk?" Crescent calls over the crowd.

The chubby male looks over his shoulder, at first a bit shocked because he jumps from what feels like an attack, but then instantly smiles.

"Congrats on your gauntlet. I didn't think you had it in you. So, which gang--" The chubby first year sounds genuine. His eyes avert to the ID dangling from Crescent's neck.

Flipped on the correct side, showing nothing more than his picture, name, and class rank, as well as the academy's logo. Curiosity sparks within the juvie for a moment, the shiny object glistening above his glasses.

"The crazy shorty." Crescent rolls his eyes. "But, anyway, I need answers from someone else. Can you tell me where that colossal idiot is?"

Watching him with a dumb grin, the juvie simply raises an eyebrow. "Who?"

With an eye roll, Crescent shows his impatience and lack of interest in frivolities. Kisha, in his opinion, isn't worthy of a detailed description. He's not present to be anything other than spiteful. His fingers tighten on the man's shoulder, drawing the group's attention. Perhaps it's because he's diverted focus from their main speaker, or maybe it's due to the juvenile's association with someone of Crescent's stature. Regardless, Crescent is ready to confront the issue-- physically.

"That crazy-eyed... colossal fucker." Crescent grumbles, clenching his teeth.

"White hair?" The chubby first-year playfully responds.

"Yes..."

"Tan skin?"

"Yes..."

"Say his name again. I think I forgot."

It's clear by the following smirk Crescent's being played with. He leans in closer to the male, watching him chew on a piece of candy he popped into his mouth a moment ago. The smell of fruity taffy fills his nostrils with every inhale. Crescent only stares with a dull, unwavering look.

Lunch is going to end soon. He didn't eat which adds on to his irritability. The first-year catches onto the seriousness of the situation because his face lights up suddenly and he smiles to steer the conversation.

"Sometimes that big idiot, that's tan with white hair and crazy eyes eats outside beneath the giant oak tree. There's an exit to the left of here, but I strictly warned you to stay away from him."

Tapping the juvie's shoulder, Crescent is satisfied with the answer he receives. Standing, changing his direction, and walking his way from the table, Crescent's nerves start to rise. The warning is something a stubborn person could not listen to.

Stay away? It's too late for that. Knowing what transpired last night is enough to put him on edge. The question is why? A clang of the large door and a cool breeze melt his frame once exposed to the weather.

With the heat from every individual and the lunch ladies cooking, the lunchroom is the warmest place in the building. It's better outside, hugged beneath the chillier air. The sunshine keeps the air warmer during the day unless clouds deliver teasing temperatures of the season.

This season is one of his favorites. Leaves of all colors paint the ground in art. Too bad they didn't get to see that here on school grounds.

It's clean, stale green grass and the occasional flower bed, given as scenery until winter painted everything in white. His eyes scan for the tree the juvie spoke of which resided only a few feet away from where he's standing.

The giant tree is beautiful. Lush green, and vibrant, its branches reach out in every direction. The shaded grass cooler as it tickles his bare ankles. The swaying of the branches mimicked the sound of rustling paper. Different from the commotion he left behind, it's calming his nerves. Crescent walks at a slow, steady pace, wanting to see Kisha before he is spotted.

Sticking both hands into his pocket, he runs through his mind the words he wants to say. Admitting that within him not only is there a bit of anger, but a sense of longing.

Either one could easily be switched on more than the other depending on the situation. They've never been on good terms, so not knowing how this will play out only makes Crescent more weary.

His hues fill with the familiar body sitting at the base of the tree as he closes in. Kisha's alone, his school blazer placed beneath him, and he sits with his legs straight. His tray is on his lap, hands occupied by a turkey sandwich.

Drawn to his lips, a bite and then placed back down becomes a rehearsed routine as if he's trying to look normal. He seems at peace, his eyes focusing on the field of dancing grass. Crescent couldn't imagine that this person is the way he is.

Kisha's mysterious, a loner, and the most beautiful person he has ever seen in his years of being on earth. He has to admit silently. Even when he doesn't want to mind, he has to. When Kisha opens his mouth; however, things don't match the exterior.

Stopping just at the other's side, Crescent watches the glance from Kisha before he returns to eating his lunch. Not even close to an acknowledgment.

"Can we talk?" Crescent huffs quietly, his lip draws into his mouth. He plans on remaining calm, but there is no guarantee. Ahni's advice was to just talk it out with Kisha and leave the emotions behind. That's a tough thing for someone like Crescent who allows very small things to boil his blood.

Seeing Kisha again brings unwanted emotions back to his mind; however, it's different this time. A small tugging that needs to be closer governs his limb. Something telling Crescent it's ok to approach.

Kisha's lack of response forces a small sigh from Crescent's lips, his hand moving up to wipe at his forehead in frustration.

"No promises, Ahni." He whispers to himself. Shifting his weight, his body pressed against the giant tree for support. Crescent brings his hands from both pockets to fold at his chest when gentle air sends his clothing blowing.

"Kisha, I need answers." Crescent knows with the different ways how they communicate, the two may never agree, but he has to try something. This will bother him if he ignores it. Kisha only brings his sandwich to his lips once more. The way his mouth opens clamps around the object, those small fangs driving into the bread, only reminds Crescent of his original thoughts.

To think someone who looks human resembles an animal. Stuff like that doesn't exist in this world so why are these things adding up? Still no response, not even a glance from Kisha. Crescent's defeated, not knowing how to get his point across. If there is one thing he needs to confirm it is if his body acted on its own or if it was influenced.

He has to admit, he isn't a saint, but catching a boner after a fight isn't something Crescent does.

"Do it again," He whispers, his eyes averting downward to glance at his arms. What is he saying? Desperately trying to get a rise out of Kisha. Crescent heart picks up in pace thinking about how he felt at that time. To ask someone to aid with something so personal is embarrassing. Things like that... They're only done between lovers, right?

"Do what?" The soft hush that fills the air from Kisha's warm deep voice makes Crescent look up, a shiver flowing from his feet into his back. The way those words roll from Kisha's tongue is not only electrifying but commanding. 'Do that... Turn me on, again.' The answer silently traced Crescent's mind-- a place where lips did not follow. Their eyes meeting sends guilt into Crescent's stomach and then he allows his gaze to awkwardly shift. The curious look within those icy blue hues tells Crescent a story he isn't sure he wants to find out. Kisha's looking for something. The fact that the very objects that made him react so lewdly now hold him once more wavers his courage.

He finally grabbed Kisha's focus, but at what cost? He hates this. 

The sandwich is relinquished and his attention is now in the palm of Crescent's hand. He stares, not once blinking.

"What you did.... to me." Crescent shifts at the request, uncomfortable plaguing him. Sacrificing his sanity to figure out what he had been through is low. Too low for even him. If Kisha decides to act upon his request, how can he even think to keep this up?

"I didn't do anything." Kisha looks away, focusing elsewhere. A sense of relief washes over Crescent. Kisha isn't as keen to follow his request. Though it grants him a moment to think, he still feels a sensation to press the issue. Such contradiction ignites Crescent's personality, he's bouncing between truth and dare. What happened last night, was a freak mistake. The reaction Kisha got he didn't seek it. Seeing Crescent so vulnerable was enough to shake him, he looked frail, weak, and.... appealing. So much so that Kisha couldn't stop thinking about what happened. The written effects plummeted him into a hole last night and sleep had been near none, but the same picture kept flashing into his mind.

Crescent's body was calling him and he felt willing to answer.

As long as he had attended this academy, Kisha never had thoughts of wanting to sexually interact with any male. The naked bodies in the gym class and whenever he bathed with others during field trips. Nothing got him hard. Something he has grown used to. Even the times Saikai made him watch gay porn.

"Kisha, stop playing. The moment you looked at me with that stupid head tilt, I saw it. Your eyes... they glowed faintly. Then the air got so cold, and you didn't blink once. That's when I felt it, something-- no you taking your hands and rubbing me all over. I ended up almost cumm--"

"Sounds like a wet dream," Kisha calls which stops Crescent in his tracks. He looks up at Kisha rolling his eyes. How could it be a dream? Because this wasn't normal? Crescent tightens his arms around his frame, trying to calm the rushing shivers. He wants to be mad. Kick Kisha for whatever he did while he was still on the ground.

"You did it. You know, I know. I just want to also know.... why? It's impossible..."

The answer to that question is something Kisha knows he can't easily answer. Crescent will never understand the complexity of the situation and what honestly transpired-- not with that mindset of his. He needs him to just let it go. For Kisha, it was time to move on. Any more than this and he'll question his resolve. Placing the tray beside him, he pushes himself to his feet before he scoops up his blazer giving it a little shake. Folding it, Kisha throws it across his forearm. 

Watchful eyes as Kisha cleans up his mess, Crescent, fearing he's going to leave him here, reaches out, grappling Kisha by the arm to stop him.

"W-wait!" His voice pitches desperately. "Listen, I could smell your sweetness. My mind is full of you and for a brief moment... I want... you. As if you're reaching me. I was being tormented all night, but I felt it was ok to want more. I can't get you out of my head..."

Crescent's tone spirals into dismay. His demeanor buckles and the once-strong fire is dead out.

"Please..."

Kisha turns around, a light narrow in his eyes as he watches a softness bellow from Crescent's frame. A softness that is hidden by the exterior of a rough life. The same softness he experienced in the nurse's office.

There's that gentle, more attractive side to him. In a world of such pain, this is the only thing that feels right. One Kisha can't deny is pulling him closer again. He shifts on his feet, taking a few steps until the only thing that separates them is his blazer. He leans down as Crescent's head falls backward to look at him in uncertainty. A thirst of an animal in need, no, a being holding back. Kisha looks to be in pain as his hues frantically try to say something his lips cannot not.

But the only words that whisper upon his recently licked lips are unwelcoming. 

"Don't... act like you understand me... You should stay away from me." Kisha presses himself closer, and the two collide.

The constant thirst and swallowing don't chase. The nagging pain in Kisha's stomach tries to eat away as these encounters are leaving him cracked. What it feels like being at the mercy of another person. 

Crescent's pin between the cold of the tree bark and the warm sturdiness of a man with a dominating, dangerous presence. He can't openly admit it, but he is satisfied with how close they have gotten. The flames that push into him, he felt he could melt against Kisha's want.

Kisha's more in tune with the situation as well. His hard stare now softens, and his lips part to expose the tip of his peeking tongue. Small hard breaths brush Crescent's cheeks as every exhale smells of the lunch Kisha just ate. Butterflies flutter Crescent's stomach, hues dancing over the tanned beautiful face. 

"You're aroused..." Crescent whispers, feeling something hard against his inner thigh when he decides to shift his weight to his other foot. Though partially satisfied by the reaction, Crescent can't help but feel a sense of fear. Fear that if Kisha tells him to get on his knees, he will happily oblige. Fear that Kisha can take advantage of him and he didn't mind. Fear that he will lose himself in this suffocating demeanor. Kisha releases a small smirk before licking his lips.

"I'm not joking." Crescent sounds serious.

"I'm not hard... yet."

"Then what is that...?" Crescent asks unsure, but the embarrassment fills his throat and he nearly chokes on his spit. Nothing with that kind of shape, close to a male's leg, could be anything but an erection. Kisha's playing games with him.

"See for yourself." The heavy daring breathes whisper Crescent off of his feet. The sudden urge to fulfill Kisha's request comes into his mind. His bottom lip shakes, as a hand pulled from in between them makes its way slowly to the hard object that prodded him.

First, he casts his digits to Kisha's side, running heavy pressure down his toned body until hesitantly they fall at the leather belt fastening his pants. This is where Crescent's courage deflates him as those focused eyes dare him to continue. His heart flutters and a tinge of embarrassment rakes his mind, a light blush developing on his cheeks.

If it is an erection, he'd be tricked into touching Kisha inappropriately. If it isn't, then he'd be made a fool. The risk vs the reward is tearing him apart.

Crescent shut his eyes tightly, before taking a deep breath. This predicament is enough to kill him. The tightness inside of his chest forces his breaths to come out broken and disheveled. His hand taps fingers first, finding a path towards the bulge.

"Your-- phone..." Crescent whispers.

"See..." A small huff of breath and the smell of a sandwich on Kisha's lips alert Crescent they've become a lot closer. Turning his head away and opening his eyes, he meets with Kisha's erotic stare. The two hold each other before Kisha begins to close the space between their lips. The building desire peaks, slowly, hesitantly as he stares for a reason why he shouldn't within Crescent's gaze.  

"I-I'm not--" Crescent tries to speak. Their lips barely touch-- 

"Realizing you're in the jaws of an alpha? It's called influence. It's a trap, stupid sheep." A familiar voice hits the two as he approaches. Kisha suddenly retreats to give Crescent some space, and his attention dies, turning towards Saikai; the intruder.

Just like that, their encounter severed. Crescent can calm his pounding heart. Frozen in the same position, Crescent dares to move as he watches Kisha from behind. There it is again, that sweet smell.

Saikai raises his arms in a light shrug, he glares towards his best friend.

"You did it... Didn't you? Tsk." Saikai's annoyed.

Crescent bends to one side, looking at the redhead from behind Kisha's frame. "You know what happened?" He interrupts the two and Saikai doesn't hesitate to give him his undivided attention.

"Of course. Kisha is a man who can capture anyone with those eyes. It happens all the time. Silly weirdos like you who want to fuck act like you've never seen a pretty person before." Saikai lies. If anything, that stare gives the opposite effect, but who is he kidding? It's better to jab the sleeping tiger.

"Saikai..." Kisha grumbles.

"What?" Crescent sucks his teeth. "The fuck are you going on about? That isn't the same. He's not just a drop-dead gorgeous guy that I've fallen in love with at first sight... That isn't what I felt."

"Are you sure? He's good-looking, right? You sure you're not just digging my best friend?"

"No... He's ugly and he has a terrible attitude! Just like you... so shut up! I hate him!"

Kisha raises a hand, curling his fingers in frustration to run them like a comb through the side of his head. Pointless bickering. Two loud mouths with ego trips both sound like angry chihuahuas. It's enough to get him going, walking away from the two to leave them in their mess. 

"You sure, Crescent? Maybe you're just confused about your emotions. Hate is a strong word." Saikai challenged his feelings, too immersed to notice Kisha left him alone and he can be assaulted any minute now.

Throughout his life, he'd always end up hating things and Crescent stayed consistently to that hate. He's never hated something only to like it later. Kisha's different. Crescent's jealous of him. The way Ahni praises him. The authority he has in the school over so many. His reputation. Crescent wants to achieve that. That stupid demeanor of his will not get Crescent to bow! Ever!

Kisha's presence always attracts him, but it's never to the point where Crescent likes him. He's certain of that. Yesterday night was the beginning of something else, right? It had to be.

Saikai lets out a small chuckle, his hands used to cover his face in amusement. What shocks him, is the fact that Kisha would use such a dangerous tactic. By now, Crescent has to have more questions about Kisha. Crescent isn't a dumb person. He can be persuaded, but that will not last long.

These rumors have to remain buried, just as long as a battle between Kisha and Diamond remains averted. Info of that magnitude in the hands of Asho, instantly places the male ahead. Saikai refuses to let that happen.

"You want to know more? Come with me. We are ahead of schedule anyway." It's seriously time to get rid of this rat. Saikai sighed.

(((A/N

The tension between Crescent and Kisha grows and they're both bouncing from their feelings. What it's like when they're together. These weird sparks vs Crescent's facade of hatred and Kisha's baffled curiosity all the while trying to remain cool calm and collected.

Kisha's slowly realizing he's filled with hormones. XD

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