Hey guys! I'm out with another MK fic! I'm hoping to help pump up the MK archive. *Shameless Advertising* And also help out the new MK community Zana-chan and Ylva-chan and I started, Artists' Muse.

My first fic really working with Akako! She really needs more love! And I'm a KaiAo diehard, so don't get too excited. But Akako gets a lot more of the attention she deserves!

R&R!

It was a conundrum.

The redhead absentmindedly fingered a lonck of her perfect hair, a small frown apprearing on her lovely features. Resiting an urge top turn in her seat, she trained her eyes forward. Soon her eyes developed a focused light to them. For those ignorant enough, it would seem she had her utmost concentration whatever logarithm or some such they were reviewing. The deluded fools.

Rather than actually listening, Akako's thoughts drifted. The urge to turn increased tenfold. 'That narcissistic son of a jackal!...'

And there went another pencil. Swearing under her breath, the witch threw what remained of the smoldering writing untesil into her fire retardant satchel. Stay calm. Think happy thoughts. Mutilation. Seduction. Enslavement. Licorish. Good.

Once the slightly sadistic girl's temper had been calmed to an acceptable non-homicidal level Akako began to sort her thoughts in order to have a more directed target of her uncontrolled rage. 'Kuroba Kaito...!'

Akako decided to treat herself to the slightest glance behind her beyond that mousy Yoshohiro-kun. He was laughing, talking, joking- equally oblivious to sensei's lecture. He looked happy and carefree. Disgusting. this scene was horribly, horribly wrong. He SHOULD be basking in her gloriousness, speaking exclusively to her (if only to complement her assets), and amsuing her by fighting for her attention.

'And yet he isn't.' He was handsome, a near genius, charismatic, easy going, strong willed and unfortunately, morally just. The last could be easily remedied but that was besides the point. A virtually flawless specimen for her slave, and he wasn't hers. It was positively infuriating.

Even at the very beginning of the demented game of cat and muse they were playing, he had actually helped her. Hell knows why, but after she tried to kill him, he turns around and saved her. Little did he know Lucifer wouldn't dare let her perish, but that was besides the point. Afterwords he was a perfect gentleman, and -as much as she hated to admit it- nearly made her cry. No one, in the history of her existence had ever come even close. He was so courteous and saw it like as nothing, like he didn't mind, like he was so superior as to not hold a grudge even after helping her.

Not to mention undermining. Soon after that failed enslaving attempt, she had discreetly tried to even the board. But lo and behold, he ignored her. How DARE he disregard her warning of that heist. It was probably more out of pride than defiance that British detective was there and Kaito probably wanted to prove him wrong. But any fool knew he wouldn't be able to do both. It would have been a hell of a lot easier to let him screw himself sideways and collect is soul in the aftermath. Alas, being the amazing person she was, Akako actually bailed out the idiot. In the end she had wanted him alive- all the warmer hands to pleasure her with.

So now they were at odds. He saved her at the cost of her witch's pride, and she had saved him at the cost of his sexuality being questioned. That was more than fair. If anything, it only further showed his value. She had (momentairy, mind you) lost to a stronger will. If she we to strain herself so much for one man, they had damn sure be worth the effort. He had shown time and time over that he was by far the most worthy man in the entire bloody universe. It would make it all the more satisfying when she seduced him. The greatest of all wills would bow to her will! Then none could doubt her power!

However... Maybe not so even. The most humiliating of defeats had yet to come to a direct head and the center of the mess may not even be aware of it. there was just one variable that was the reason for her failure in all her schemes.

Screw subtleness. Akako pulled a full 180. There she was in all her messy-haired, curveless glory. 'Nakamori Aoko'.

It really was a conundrum.

How did Nakamori, of all the girls in the school- of the entire world really- ensnare his affections? She was what, 5'2? Figureless? Not interesting powers or abilities, save for being handy with a mop? Worse yet, internally insecure? She did hide the last well though, Akako hat to give her that credit. Maybe she had a slight leverage, being hid childhood friend. But as the years went by, Kaito only grew more handsome and attractive- a man by all standards. Meanwhile Nakamori was still awkward and shy- barley making it into teenager status.

It was obvious she was head over heels for him-probably ever since they were kids. It probably spawned from the childhood lovers bid. That was to be expected from such a naive girl. She was to frightened to ever act on her feeings though. Pansy. Akako turned back in her seat to hide her expression disgust.

The mind boggling thing was that the affection seemed almost... mutual. Akako's powers didn't stretch as far as in the hearts of men that weren't infatuated with her- or at least she had never tried. It had never been an issue. But you didn't need a spell to see that he was at the very least interested.

Akako gave a soundless giggle, her mouth forming into her trademark O form, the laughter almost audible. Her irritating little Kaito had quite a few more problems than the naked eye could see. Or rather, Kaitou Kid. Regardless of his other achievements she would always have that trump card-being the first of the small ring of people that were sure of his alias. That could always bring a smirk to her face.

Twistedly noble as it was, her kaitou's hobby was a crime even if he had a higher purpose in doing so. The lives of hundreds of casualties were on the line, at the mercy of his screwing up. She had never bothered to ask Lucifer for the outcome in his failing his question, but it stood to reason those ox-like fools would certainly kill everyone close with him. In retrospect, she could always wait for him to crack under the pressure, but asylums were never fun to visit unless you were the reason for the madness.

That was besides the point. Foolhardy as he was, in the end Kaito knew he would have to face his problem alone, and possibly cut all ties with all closely associated with him in order to keep him alive. Sentimentally and strategically wise, beginning a relationship could sign both his and her death certificate. So however high the affection- from a middle school crush or wished soul mate, he couldn't and wouldn't get close. So in theroy, he should have been pretty easy to seduce, right?

Evidently not. Every time she approached him with her there, any previously charm or spell she conjured was weak. So weak that even a mediocre will could resist, and a strong will such as Kaito's could resist easily. Such powerful hexes and charms had never been needed and would bring anyone- even the most willful souls on Earth to their knees. But he wasn't. All because of one little girl.

Maybe weak wasn't the right word. Interfered would suffice. Their enigma of a relationship was interfering with her status Lady Akako, Scarlet Witch Temptress of Seduction.

And that was not okay.

So now the plan was still to seduce and ultimately enslave Kaito, but now she would go for a different angle. Instead of battling the wayward hero, Akako would look to what it was he was actually protecting. Nakamori was the chink in his armor, his heel, his kryptonite. Now that she knew, all she would have to do was exploit it.

Akako couldn't very well kill her, as easy as that would be. Then Kaito may spiral into a depression and not be a proper love toy for her. No, she would just take away the one thing that made Nakamori Aoko the least bit special, and what Kaito loved the most. She would be alive, but no longer hold his interest and virtually cease to be the final stronghold of the will of Kuroba Kaito would cease to exist. The fiery, passionate spirit that blazed within the Blue Child would be snuffed out.

"~OHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO~!" The maniacal cackle blended in the final bell of school sounded, taking the last of the stragglers out the door as it settled to a silence.

Ignoring sensei's concerned questions, Akako continued to formulate her evil plot to break Nakamori. 'Yes... she would be guillible enough to fall for that... A point here, a point there... I'll be finished by this time next week!'

"Koizumi-kun, are you all-"

"Enticed!" Akako ordered off-handledly, stopping the instructor dead in his tracks. Combined with the funny entice expression, the simplicity of her plan, and the brilliance that was her mind, Akako gave out a long cackle that would put any evil queen to shame. The uneaten apple on her desk burst into flames, it's tongues reelecting the truly sinister expression that took over the witch, arua around her turned pitch black.

"Kuroba Kaito you WILL be MINE. ~OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO~!"

Well, that was fun, playing with Akako. I wonder what she intends to do DX.

Not much to say, as these are uncharted waters I'm treading. How's you like it? Send me a review, the light up my day!

Anyone else catch the Snow white reference in the last part? XD I just had to!

Lol (Lots of Love)

~Daydreamer1412