Writer's Duel (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1

The school bell finally rang and Kizumi started putting his things away in his bag.

"Oi! Kizumi, Yamato is at the door for you."

Every time . . . 

"Coming!"

A few female classmates had noticed Yamato-senpai. He was taller than Kizumi, had flowy pitch-black hair hanging loosely down his neck. Laying calmly against the door frame, his reddish eyes wandered lazily around the room.

Kizumi got up patiently, adjusting his black glasses and walking over to him, "you don't have to come get me every time, you know?"

"Hai, hai," he ruffled Kizumi’s pinkish hair. Kizumi swatted his hand away and Yamato smiled, "well, just thought you'd like to know how I overcame my writer's block," he said as they made their way to the Writing Club room.

"Oh really?! What did you do this time?"

"Well, after I tried exercising and going for a walk, I decided to simply change a character's hair color."

"What?! Their hair color? How does that help?"

"I'll still have to change it in the beginning, but you'll see..."

They made their way upstairs and Yamato opened the club door. Nanami, the club president, immediately dashed towards them. Brown hair flowing about her, with a huge grin and a weird fanatic look on her face. Kizumi was concerned for her sometimes. She was holding Yamato's notebook in her hands.

"Yamato!!! You actually wrote Kizumi into your story?? This is amazing! I need to see how it'll-"

"You WHAT???"

Yamato tried to hide his smile and looked to the side innocently. Kizumi stared at him, then turned to Nanami.

"Give me that!"

She hid her mouth and gave him the notebook, "it starts here," she pointed him to the right paragraph. Kizumi read it silently. It was one of the episodes of Yamato's buddy cop series.

- - - - -

"Now that is a sight!"

His partner was in a lace light pink dress that matched the exact color of his hair. His delicate hands tried to clumsily adjust the dress. His cheeks, a bright shade of red.

"Do I really have to do this?"

"He'll never know you're a guy dressed like this! This is our chance! If this works, he'll be in jail by the end of the night. Are you wearing the stockings properly? Here, let me help you."

- - - - -

Kizumi shut the notebook forcefully.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" he shouted, flinging the notebook at Yamato's face. It smacked him in the forehead.

"Ow!! Oh ... come on!" he said, grabbing his notebook from the floor and putting it back in his bag, "if you're mad at me, take it out on me. Don't use a notebook as your means to-" he looked up, "oh? . . ." he approached Kizumi "I love it when you're embarrassed . . ."

"Shut up!!” said Kizumi fuming, “who told you you could use me like that?"

Yamato's eyes glinted, "we're from the Writing Club” he said matter-of-factly, “I would never think my own colleagues would stand in the way of creativity, isn’t that right Nana-chan?"

Nanami opened her mouth but didn't have time to respond.

"I'm pretty sure that's illegal. Actually, I should ask my cousin," Kizumi took his phone out.