AN: I originally planned this as a fairly long one-shot, but it took on a life of its own and just kept flowing onto the paper, so i'm splitting it into chapters. At least two, but maybe three. Which would you prefer? Not my characters, unfortunately.

It started with a kiss. Not many people can say that the first thing they did with someone they just met was kiss them, but that's where it all began.

I'd been dragged to this new club - it had just opened a couple of weeks earlier, and Sora was itching to try it out. Personally, I wasn't bothered. A club was a club, as far as I was concerned. They all played loud, pounding music and sold overpriced alcohol, and Sora was always determined to make me get up and dance. He was yet to learn that I preferred music at a volume that wasn't going to burst eardrums, or that I only drank alcohol when he ordered it for me. Every time I sat down, as far away from the speakers as I could get (which, admittedly, wasn't very far), Sora would come bouncing over and accuse me of being a miseryguts, or some other ridiculous description.

Anyway, this club didn't seem to be any different from all the others we've been to – Sora almost got thrown out for looking too young, even though his ID card said he was over eighteen, loud music, drinks and all the rest. To my surprise, it wasn't completely crowded – it was possible to move around without getting up close and personal with everyone else.

I knew something was up when Sora announced he was bored. If I'd had any sense at all, I'd have dragged him home, kicking and screaming if need be. When Sora's bored, it means trouble for anyone around, which meant me, that night.

"I dare you…"

I never could say no to a dare, and he damn well knew it. "Sora, stop right there. Don't say anything else."

"I dare you to… kiss the next person who walks through the door."

A kiss? Well, that could have been worse. I could cope with that one. He'd definitely come up with worse dares than that before (by worse, I mean more embarrassing). Strange how it was always his idea, yet I was the one who ended up embarrassed by it all. Never mind.

I almost changed my mind when the door opened and my "target" walked in. But I've never chickened out of a dare, and I wasn't about to start. It wasn't the fact that he was male – I have to admit, that doesn't bother me, and Sora knows it, or he'd have said "the next girl who walks through the door". I can't remember the last time I saw someone who looked that attractive, though I have no idea why I was so attracted to him. He'd obviously arrived on a motorbike – the helmet was in one hand, and he'd got this wild, spiky hair that looked bright red under all the flashing lights of the club. I didn't move until Sora pushed me, at which point I remembered what I was supposed to be doing.

Before he had time to figure out what was happening, I'd sauntered casually (yeah, right) up to him and pressed my lips to his. That was it – dare fulfilled. I turned to leave, to go back to Sora, who was wolf whistling madly, but he caught hold of my wrist, pulling me back.

"And what was that all about?"

He had a really fierce glare, and I knew that I wouldn't get away with making something up. He looked like he'd be able to tell if I was lying.

"My friend… dared me to kiss the next person who walked in."

"And that just happened to be me."

It wasn't a question – he was stating a fact. But I nodded anyway, just to confirm it.

"Lucky me."

Before I could respond, he'd pulled me into another kiss, a deeper, fiercer one. Despite all my instincts telling me to pull away, that this guy might be dangerous – I didn't even know him – I didn't. When he let go of me, I dashed back to Sora. He scared me, though I was most definitely interested. He was, without a doubt, far more experienced than I was, and I didn't know how far he'd try to take it. Or how far I'd actually let him go.

"I only said a kiss! That looked really intense." Sora, of course, had been watching the whole thing like a hawk – he always did, if I was with a guy. Not that he's interested in men like that, but he does like to watch.

"I was only intending it to be quick. He's the one who pulled me back, Sora."

"I know, I know. Finish your drink and we'll go dance."

Great, more dancing. "You go on, Sora. I'll join you in a few minutes." I pushed him towards the dance floor, and he went, eagerly.

I stayed where I was, holding my drink in one hand, and watching Sora. The boy danced like a maniac, and always had. It really was safer to stay out of his way. Not that everyone realised – the man I'd kissed earlier was out there on the dance floor, looking like he was talking to Sora. It wasn't any of my business, and I certainly wasn't going to interrupt.

Eventually, Sora made his way back over to me, looking like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.

"Come on, we're going home."

I always end up half-carrying him out of clubs. I swear, the boy just doesn't know when to stop. Pushing him into a taxi, I saw the redhead putting his helmet on and starting up a powerful-sounding bike. Strange that he decided to leave at the same time we did. Just coincidence, probably.

AN: Anybody interested in reading the next part? The more reviews I get, the more likely I am to type up the next chapter quickly.