The Devil has Blue Eyes

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Chapter 1 - That Boy Is the Devil!
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A/N: Thank you all for joining me for my first yaoi/slash themed story. Please place all comments, compliments, complaints and flames on the review board. Promises of zesty lemony goodness to come in chapter two or three or whatever chapter I decide to put it in.

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The name Green Mountain Academy baffled its student body. A relatively new and mediocre private school situated somewhere close to the east coast, Green Mountain Academy was located nowhere near a green mountain. Or any mountains for that matter.

Despite its newness and lack of reputation, the academy did have one thing going for it. Location. It just so happened to be settled in a very nice neighborhood. All the rich and upper middle class parents who just couldn't dream of sending their children to far off boarding schools sent their children there.

Soon, other children's parents, families from less well-to-do neighborhoods and towns near by, were dying to see there little darlings in the scarlet crimson blazers of Green Mountain. Parents coerced their children and teenagers into working hard at making good grades and earning special scholarships from Green Mountain and other charitable organizations.

Keiichi Takahashi, the only son in a family of third generation Japanese immigrants, fit into neither of these categories. His family was not rich. Nor had anyone ever accused him of more than decent grades. But due to family connections, parental coercion and just plain dumb luck, Keiichi attended Green Mountain Academy anyways.

Our story starts out on a very normal, sunny day in spring. It was one of those days where the sky was bluer than blue and all should have been right with the world. Should have been.

It's too nice a day for this, Keiichi thought as he barreled head first toward the floor. The peaceful, lazy quiet of Mr. Gough's third period advanced calculus class was broken by the suddenness of his loud clatter. The sound of barely suppressed snickers reached his reddened ears. That bastard. I'll kill him.

He shot a glance behind him and his suspicions were confirmed. With an evil sneer upon his lips, Marcus Stevens sat at his desk, hands folded innocently. He had, of course, stretched out a foot to trip him. Keiichi repressed the urge to spin around and attack him. Mr. Gough berated Keiichi on his clumsiness. Embarrassed and angry, he made his way to the front of the classroom.

He looked at the three complicated equations on the white board. What the hell does that even mean? Twice, the marker to the board slipped through cold, nervous fingers. When he finally started to write what he thought was the correct solution to the first equation, he discovered the marker to the white board was out of ink. He picked up another pen only to drop that one too. When he was done, Mr. Gough thoroughly reprimanded him for getting all the answers wrong and sent him back to his seat in searing, embarrassed shame.

"Stevens!" Gough barked. "Please come up here and show us the correct way to solve these equations." Mark made his way to the white board and solved the equations with deft effortlessness. "Very good Stevens!" Mr. Gough fairly beamed.

Why don't you just hump his leg while you're at it? Keiichi thought. He couldn't help but notice Mark's self satisfied smile as he made his way back to his desk. Keiichi's hair prickled like a cat sensing evil. He felt hot and cold at the same time. He doesn't have to look so fucking pleased with himself. He stared daggers into the back of Mark's head. If asked the reason why Mark hated him so much, he would have been hard pressed to come up with an answer. The arrogant look of disgust which graced Mark's aristocratic features every time he saw Keiichi haunted his dreams. What exactly had he done to make Mark look at him that way? Perhaps he had unknowingly insulted him? Keiichi wracked his brain trying to remember the offending moment. The fact was he had never even met Mark before this year.

Handsome, smart, popular, not to mention athletic, Marcus Stevens seemed the all around perfect young man. He was admired by both students and teachers alike. Even though the school dress code required that boys wear their hair cut short above the ears, Mark was, for some reason, aloud to wear his silky blond hair past his shoulders as long as he kept it in a neat pony tail. Keiichi figured the faculty would let him commit murder if he'd been so inclined. At first, Keiichi had rather liked him. Until this year he'd only heard about the rich, popular Mark from word of mouth. And now, they had all but one of their classes together. It was senior year, and Mark seemed bent on making sure Keiichi's final year at Green Mountain Academy was a living hell.

It had all started very gradually. A casual insult. A couple of boyish pranks. Keiichi had thought them innocent ploys to solicit attention from the rest of their classmates. It wasn't long into the year before more devious intentions were made known. There had been doggie doo placed in his locker. And gum had been spit somewhere from the second floor into his hair. And then there was the incident where his gym shorts had been found in Ms. Olsen's desk. Of course it had been just so amusing to everybody else. Keiichi and even Ms. Olsen were still trying to live it down.

The damning thing was that Keiichi had absolutely no proof that Mark was the one behind all the childish hazing. At times he was even afraid of getting his hands on any actual "real" evidence because then he would be forced to confront the other boy. He knew he couldn't go to any of the staff because they'd never believe him. And even if they did, Mark's parents made huge donations to the school and they probably would rather expel Keiichi than lose the money. The worst part about the whole thing was that Keiichi could not avoid him; they had nearly all of their classes together. Wariness of Mark and what he would do next was a part of every day life.

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"I fail to see why you just don't beat the crap outa him," Amber said, taking another huge slobbering bite of her personal pizza. She spoke in between chews. Keiichi could see the half chewed food inside the bottomless black hole that was her mouth. "I've seen you in a fight. You're not half bad." Amber and Keiichi had been best friends since they were six. They lived next door to each other and despite Amber's atrocious eating habits, they always ate lunch together.

"As reassuring as that sounds, Amber, you know damn well whose side the faculty would be on if we got in a fight. My family isn't rich like yours and Marcus'. They wouldn't think twice about expelling me." UGH! Can't she stop shoveling pizza in her mouth for one God damned second?

"You should at least ask him why he's being such a dick," she said around another mouthful.

" . . . Um, I don't think that will help any." Keiichi was loath to do something that would focus even more of Mark's unwanted attention on him. Just the thought of confrontation made Keiichi shudder. He knew, despite his small stature, that he could defend himself in a fight. But for some reason, the thought of actually having to speak to Mark was unsettling. He did not, under any circumstances, want to be left alone with Marcus Stevens. The boy was the devil himself.

Amber stopped stuffing her face long enough to give Keiichi an exaggerated, wide eyed stare. "Oh my God. You're scared, aren't you?"

"Stop being stupid." What he really wanted to tell her was to stop being a bitch.

"Come on, you need to speak to him! This has to end!"

"I suppose you're right." He hated to admit it. "But on the other hand, I don't have to prove anything to you, my darling little red-headed cunt. I'll confront him when I'm good and ready."

"I hate to do this to you, my darling little Asian with a two inch cock, but I'm afraid it’s for your own good." Bitch. She always got her way. Her last slice of pizza lay in the box, forgotten. Keiichi, who was too lazy to buy anything for himself, eyed it hungrily. "I'm afraid I'll just have to blackmail you."

Amber's blackmail always consisted of her threatening to call her older sister, Jessica, his secret weakness. She was a twenty-two year old super model currently on tour through Europe and Keiichi had carried a huge boner for her since he was twelve. He hated to look stupid in front of her and Amber knew it. If he didn't do what she wanted, she would call Jessica up and bitch about what a giant pussy he was.

He sighed. He hated when he got toyed with like a puppet on a string. His only reply was a mumbled "It's more than two inches, you stupid whore." Then he stuffed the last slice of her pizza in his mouth and ran away.

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I'll be damned if I confront him just because that stupid bitch told me to, Keiichi thought as he unfolded the collapsible step ladder so he could reach the top shelf. Unfortunately, no matter how many weights he lifted or how many protein shakes he drank, Keiichi was still the shortest kid in his gym class and maybe even the school. His team sports teacher, oblivious to that fact, had sent him to the sports utility closet to retrieve the ball pump. The one on the top shelf. Keiichi, who'd had enough embarrassment for the day, wasn't about to refuse. Still he was having trouble even with the dubious help of the rickety steps. He reached and reached. When his fingers finally closed around what he assumed was the tube of the pump, the steps, which had given their last of many years of hard service, gave way from under him. He hit his head sharply on the way down.

"Argh!" he cried, rubbing the giant bruise.

"See, you don't need me to prove you're a clod," a voice behind him intoned.

Keiichi nearly choked on his surprise. Standing in the corner of the unusually large, oddly shaped sports utility closet was the last person he wanted to see. Mark reached into his pocket and, taking out a shiny metal lighter, flipped it open. His icy blue eyes flickered in the light of the dancing flame as he held it up to the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you doing here?"

Mark took a long, slow drag, exhaling fully before replying. "Taking a cigarette break. What's it look like?" Keiichi, who was still partially sprawled out on the floor, was unsure of how to reply. Luckily Mark kept on talking. "The narcs always patrol the bathrooms. This is the only place they never go. Look, it even has a little window." He turned to the wall behind him and reached behind him to a little window. Dust swirled in the light as he deftly cranked the latch to open it.

Keiichi still sat on the floor, nonplussed. He was even more surprised by what happened next. Mark reached out his arm to help him up. Keiichi stared stupidly at the outstretched hand for a few seconds before taking it. Mark, who had known the other boy was small, had not expected him to be nearly weightless. Keiichi had not expected him to use so much force, and so the two boys collided on the way up. Keiichi's ears buzzed with embarrassment as he wrenched himself out of the strong arms Mark had used to brace him.

Mark did the only thing he could think of to ease the awkward tension. "Need a cigarette?" He offered Keiichi the one he'd been smoking. The casual nonchalance of the offer sent inexplicable shivers down Keiichi's spine. Not wanting to ruin the moment or look like a loser, he took the cigarette between his index and middle fingers as he'd seen Mark do. He put it to his lips and inhaled. Unfortunately, Keiichi had never smoked a day in his life.

*Cough, cough!* Keiichi's eyes turned watery red as he gagged for dear life. Mark stood there laughing his arrogant ass off. Keiichi angrily wiped the tears from his face. "You jackass!"

Instantly sobered, Mark stopped in mid-laugh, staring at Keiichi as if he'd just sprouted a third arm.

"You heard me!" Keiichi fumed, no longer willing to stay silent. "I know it was you who put the dog poop in my locker! And my gym shorts in Ms. Olsen’s desk! I know it was you, you fucking jerk!"

"Wasn't me." As expressionless as Mark kept his eyes, to Keiichi it seemed like his lips cracked a hint of a smile. "I'm afraid I have no idea as to what you are referring."

"Like hell you don't! Ever since the beginning of this year you've been singling me out! You think just because I'm bad at math and you're more popular than me it gives you the right to spit gum in my hair? Fuck you! You're just a worthless piece of shit who tries to make everyone around you think that you're better than you actually are! Look at you, you're just a jerk that hides out in the shadows of the gym closet making fun of people who can't smoke!"

Mark bent down and picked up the cigarette Keiichi had dropped. He inhaled, carelessly staring off into space. Then he fixed Keiichi with an arrogant stare. "Those are pretty strong words coming from a fag. You say I'm the one hiding in the closet, but have you told the rest of the world that you're gay, Keiichi?"

Keiichi was momentarily dumb struck by the childishness of Mark's response. But whether Mark was being childish or if he really believed what he was saying, it didn't matter. The words had their intended effect. Keiichi was pissed. He did the only acceptable thing a non-homosexual man could do in that situation. He took a swing.

His delicately boned knuckles smashed into the side of the blonde’s arrogant face. Mark went reeling from the force of the blow. Keiichi didn't even have time to react as Mark spun around full force and returned the punch. It connected with his jaw and stars exploded behind his eyes as he stumbled backwards and fell on the floor. Since he was already on the ground he took a moment to kick the other boy in the shins. It turned out not to be the wisest course of action, seeing as he did hit his target and the other boy came tumbling down on top of him. There was a noisy shuffle as Mark succeeded in pinning him to the floor. Keiichi, who thought that he was about to get his lights punched out, closed his eyes tightly waiting for a reign of blows that never came. The only thing that cut the heavy silence was the sound of their heavy breathing, of which Mark’s sounded very close to Keiichi's face. He opened his eyes to find himself staring into the eyes of the devil himself, so cold and blue it made him shiver. He was frozen by his gaze.

Mark let out a brief, disgusted chuckle. "What? You thought I was gonna kiss you, fag?" He slammed Keiichi's shoulders into the cement floor. He then got up and left.

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Great, what the hell do I think I'm doing? By the time he'd realized what he was doing, Keiichi found himself wandering the streets in his gym clothes. If a cop saw him he'd be in trouble. He didn't have his wallet on him and without his identification card no cop in his right mind would believe he was already eighteen and didn't have to be in school if he didn't want to. At worst his parents would be called and informed he had ditched.

He was still seething with anger at his situation as he burst through the double glass doors of his favorite café. They'd never said anything about him cutting before and he didn't see why they would now. The place was fairly busy with the last of the afternoon's lunch crowd, and he figured no one would notice if he slipped in to use the bathroom without buying something. Unfortunately for him, there was a big line, so he waited. And waited. And waited. Did you think I was gonna kiss you, fag? Keiichi urged himself not to think about it, but the hateful words reverberated over and over again in his head. Fag, fag, fag, fag, fag.

"Grragh! I'm not gay!" Keiichi shouted while pulling at his hair.

The guy coming out of the one room bathroom gave him a weird look. "I never said that you were, dude." In fact, the whole café had stopped talking and was looking at him.

Well hell, this is just great. "Uh, sorry," Keiichi mumbled as he ducked in to use the bathroom. Today really had to be one of the most unlucky days of his entire life. He did his business and spent several minutes washing his hands and face. The cold water felt good on the side where Mark had punched him. He didn't have too look in the mirror to tell that the bruise was going to be a big one. He wanted to stay at the sink longer, but he knew there were other people waiting in line.

He tried to make a speedy exit out the double glass doors, but before he could get to them he had to stop because someone called his name. It was a man working behind the counter, one he'd often seen here before. He'd had no idea anyone working there actually knew his name.

"Aren't you going to order you're usual?" Keiichi had made it a habit of always ordering hot chocolate when he came here.

"Uh, no, not today. I um, don't have my wallet on me right now."

"Came right out of class, huh?" the man said while eyeing his scarlet Mountain Academy T-shirt and matching, lycra shorts, both sporting his last name on them.

Keiichi blushed. The Mountain Academy gym uniform did look pretty ridiculous. "Yeah, I guess I did."

"Well, don't worry about it. We know you here, you can pay next time you come in."

"Oh no, I couldn't . . . . "

"Nonsense. The owner won’t mind, he likes you. Always going on about how well behaved you and your friends are when you come here. Other teens get so rowdy, we end up having to kick them out."

"Oh-"

""I said don't worry about it. See, it’s too late, I'm already making it."

Keiichi had no choice but to plop himself down on one of the comfy arm chairs scattered around the establishment. Oh well, he really needed a rest anyhow, and plus it was too early to go home yet without letting his mother know that he'd cut. It would be nice to hang out here for a bit and sip a nice, warm cup of hot chocolate. What a nice man. Keiichi watched him while he worked. He had short hair that was either dark blond or very light brown, and darkish eyes, which, from a distance, also looked brown. Wow, he has a pretty muscular frame for someone who works at a café, he must work out. Keiichi nearly smacked himself. Gah! Great Gatsby, now I'm even thinking like I'm gay!

"Kelly, I'm going on my break," the man behind the counter shouted.

"Whatever." Kelly didn't seem very interested.

The man came from behind the counter with two steaming cups of hot chocolate. He set them down on Keiichi's table and took a seat in the armchair across from him. "Cozy," he commented.

Keiichi heartily agreed. All the chairs and tables were homey and comfortable and books and games were scattered on shelves in some of the corners. The soft sound of oldies gently pored out through speakers in the ceiling. "Yeah, it is. This is one of my favorite places."

"Yeah, I know, I see you come in here a lot."

They sipped their hot chocolate in silence. Keiichi became very uncomfortable when he realized the man was staring at him. He became even more uncomfortable when he reached out to touch the side of his face.

"Did someone at school do this to you?"

He relaxed when he realized he wasn't being hit on. It was then that Keiichi noticed that his eyes were dark green and not brown. He looked away. "Yeah, I got in a fight."

The green eyed man took his hand away, looking angry. "That's terrible. Boys at your school should learn to pick on kids their own size."

Keiichi flushed. "Hey, look, I'm not that small. I can handle my own, you know? Besides," he continued in a mumble. "I hit him first."

The café worker, who'd seemed so kindly before, was now ready to latch on to all the gory details. "He must've done something really shitty for you to just go off on him like that."

"Its this guy at my school, Marcus. He's been provoking me all year."

"Marcus? You mean Mark Stevens?"

Oh shit, this might be one of his friends, I might be in trouble! "Yeah, actually. You . . . do you know him?"

The man blinked. "Me? Nah. All of the high school girls come here and talk about him. But I never heard of him bullying anybody before. Why, what'd he do to you?"

"He put my gym shorts in my hot English teacher's desk. She found them and the whole class saw her pull them out of the drawer. "

The man nearly spit hot chocolate out his nose. He coughed. "I see." He gave one last chuckle. "Why would he want to pick on you though?"

"See, that's just the thing, I see no reason why - "

At that moment, Amber burst through the doors in the front. "KEIICHI!" Her shocked yell echoed against the large, domed ceiling. "If you were going to cut, why didn't you take me! I thought you'd gone home sick! I cut school myself just to check on you. Ooooh! Is that hot chocolate? Can I have some? I know you can't finish a whole one by yourself." He handed her his large styrofoam cup of hot chocolate. "Come on, now that I have this, I don't have to buy anything." Keiichi didn't even have time to say goodbye as she dragged him outside. "Hey, what happened to your face?"

The green eyed café worker chuckled once more. "This could get very interesting."

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A/N: My computer was in storage when I wrote this chapter. Can you believe I wrote the freaking think out by hand? Well, I must go now, it seems as if I've abused my sunless tanner and am now turning awkward shades of orange. Must exfoliate rapidly.

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