Author’s Notes: Mizuki? Agito? This cant be! What is going on here?

Disclaimer: If pikachu’s were real, and rainbows had pots of gold at the ends, I would own the Guyver, as neither of these are we can realise that I don’t own the Guyver.

Warnings: Humour, Shoun-ai, yaoi, Agito x Sho, lemon, sex inside a spin drier and AU universe… this means no bioweapons, and no Cronos sorry to everyone who was looking forward to those sexy guys in suits but not here, also some coarse language. Songfic. Enjoy my pretties, enjoy!

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~ By Sweetdeily.

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When hunting game, you sometimes must resort to bait.

"Oh, hey Sho, fancy meeting you in the boy’s locker room after a shower. Opps, my towel, can you help me?"

"Ohh! There’s Mizuki… sorry man!"

When bait fails sometimes one must give chase.

"Moshi, Moshi, Sho speaking. Who is calling?"

"Good evening Sho. Its Agito, I was wondering if you’d like to… study with me tomorrow."

"Ohh, I’m sorry Agito! I have plans with Mizuki."

When chase fails, luring with food may be an option.

"I’m sorry, Mizuki and I are having lunch that day maybe another time."

When all else fails, jealous rage subsides.

*Crash*

*Bang*

"MIZUKI! MIZUKI! MIZUKI!"

*SMASH*

"What has SHE got that I don’t have? I’m better looking! I’m more sophisticated! I’m more popular! I could make him a fucking god!"

*WHAM*

"And he chooses HER over me?"

*Crack! *

"How dare she! He was mine from the moment I saw him."

*BOOM*

"Mine!"

Agito fell back on his bed panting heavily. He’d run out of things to hit with the SledgeHammer. The window was smashed out, the lamps were broken the TV was cracked the cupboard was dinted several times and the pillows were pulled apart. Still he panted, raving on about the objection to his affection to the petit boy.

"She’s an air head! Useless!"

Finally the screams of rage were reduced to tears.

"Why wont he go out with me… why won’t he love me?"

He wiped to tears away angrily and started hacking at the walls with the SledgeHammer.

"I’ll show her… I’ll make her break up with him… then he’ll come crying to me! I’m so much better then any girl!"

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Sho skipped over to Mizuki’s house, she’d said she had something important to ask him, he could barely contain his excitement. Was she going to ask him out? There was a high possibility. They were really close friends, no matter if she said she had a crush on a boy. Sho briefly wondered if it was him, and his skip increased, the yellow flowers clutched in his hands bopping along with him. He stopped outside Mizuki’s house and looked up,he could see her bedroom window, but the blinds were pulled back.

Odd, he thought she was normally at the blinds waiting for him.

Shrugging he rang the doorbell and Mizuki’s mother answered.

"Oh, hello Sho, didn’t think you’d be coming around today. Well, Mizuki’s up in her room with her friend, they said they were waiting for you. Go right on up."

Sho bowed politely to Mizuki’s mother and walked in. friend? Why did she have a friend with her?

Shrugging he continued up, to lost in his own little world to bother listening to anything outside his soft humming. If he had of bothered, perhaps he wouldn’t have opened the door to Mizuki’s room. Perhaps he would have turned around and gone back to Mizuki’s mother to ask whom her friend was. But he wasn’t listening and as he turned the door handle, in his excitement having forgotten to knock… he wouldn’t have been so surprised.

The pretty yellow flowers fell from his suddenly limp hands.

Baby cerulean eyes going wide in shock, denial and what could only be described as heartbreak.

Her body bent forward panting loudly, of he would never forget that panting. It sounded like a horse, heavy and laboured, like she couldn’t breathe cause she was choking. He soiled, naked body moving back and forth in an ageless rhythm as she panted that horrible sound.

Him.

Sho’s heart barely moved, barely twitched as he saw that face, that face he’d thought was a friend.

Agito.

On his girlfriend, riding her like a horse, shoving his ligament into her.

A strangled gasp escaped Sho’s mouth, halfway between a sob and a shout of surprise.

Heat from embarrassment.

Heat from anger.

Heat from sadness.

His face coloured to that of a rip tomato and Sho’s wide eyes closed, blinking once before opening, prying that it was some kind of dream.

That panting; like a horse.

Sho found himself backing up, unable to take in the scene. He whimpered again. The two people in the room suddenly noticing the boy who had come just a bit too early.

"Oh crap! Sho… its uh, not what it looks like."

"No, it’s probably exactly what it looks like. Sho."

Sho felt his knees weakening, and he fought to try and say something, but all that came from his suddenly tight throat was a croak, a whimper of sorts.

He was suddenly turning and running. His mind unable to deal with the ongoing scene of his friend having sex with his supposed girlfriend. His weak knees forgetting themselves as he turned and bolted, in his haste one foot squashing the yellow flowers he’d brought for her. His feet carrying him down the stairs, very far down the stairs. And then out the door, slamming the door against its hinges as he raced out of that house. Away from the sight. Away from the sudden aching pain inside his heart. A burning in his eyes. A half choked bitter laugh escaping his throat. He was crying.

Tears of rejection.

Tears of denial.

Tears of anguish.

Tears of pain.

Tears of anger.

But no hate. He couldn’t hate. Why? Because he couldn’t yet believe. When it sank in, surely he would hate then.

His feet pounded against the gravel as he ran down the street. Pain from the speed and force he slammed into his running. All he could do to escape the damage.

But the damage, as they say, had been done.

A small twist of lips in an almost cruel sinister smile.

"And I didn’t have to even break a sweat. Hn, he will be mine by the end of the week. My dear Mizuki, you’ve been such a big help."

He will be mine, and now that his girlfriend is unreliable he’ll have no one else to turn to…"But me."

~ To be continued….

Author’s notes: Agito enough of a bastard for you? Lol, don’t worry, I don’t know where this sudden angst came from, but you must admit, it gives a bit of plot to an otherwise plotless stage. Lo and behold, I have completed part two. ^^ Reviews welcome.