A/N: I do not own "Contemplating Reiko." That honor belongs solely to Vincent Grisanti. Lucky guy. I do, however, admire it; hence this fanfic. Enjoy.

"Okay, so here's what I say.

'Hey, Shirabe! You doing anything later? 'Cause you know there's that new Hannibal movie playing...if that's not too scary for you.'

Yea. It can't fail."

Lance Johnson, star soccer player of Louis Academy, glanced around the corner at the object of his affections.

She was standing with a crowd of her fellow cheerleaders, giggling and reading her Valentines. She had more than any of them, and not just because she was captain of the squad, either. Lance's pulse raced at the sight of her. She was all the beauty in the world, rolled up and slipped into size 0 jeans. Gathering his courage, he walked down the hall, which was lined with blue lockers. As he approached, the mostly-blond mob went silent. Shirabe looked up at him.

Oh, baby. She'd kill him with those big pink doe-eyes if he wasn't careful.

"Hi, Lance."

The angels sang! She SPOKE to him! Every word was a heart-rending sonata.

"Uh...y-you...erm...seen the new H-Hannibal movie?"

Smooth, Lance. Really the kind of stuttering moron she's into.

But (have mercy!) Shirabe actually...smiled. He was oblivious to the fact that she was also sizing him up. Not to mention the fact that he could have easily shaved for a month with one of her teeth.

She leaned languidly against her locker.

"Not yet. How about you...me...the movie theater...say 8:00?" Another devastating, sharp smile.

Lance could hardly believe it. A date for Valentine's Day. Not just ANY date, either. A date with Shirabe Moryou. His teammates could eat his dust.

"You're sure that's not too scary?"

Her grin widened.

"No way! I don't look it, but I , like, love biography movies." Her voice lowered.

"Dinner and a movie. You, like, know what girls are into."

He flushed. When had he mentioned dinner?

"Well, uh, I'm not sure I can afford that. Dinner, I mean."

A wiser guy would have run screaming to the police. Lance, however, seemed not to notice the spark of something malevolent in Shirabe's eyes.

"Who said anything about money? Trust me, Lance, you don't have to buy a thing. I'm more of a, like, foraging person.

So, see ya at eight!"

And with that, she strolled off with the rest of the squad, leaving Lance to wonder where he'd gotten so lucky.

Shirabe strolled downstairs, dressed to the hilt.

She began to head for the door, only to be stopped by a long, skinny, black-covered arm.

"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Shihota asked, blocking Shirabe's way. Shirabe pouted.

"Come ON, Onee-san. I have a date!"

Shihota clicked her tongue, but stepped aside. "You go out too often, we're gonna have the police on our tail. Last time this week."

"But Shihota!"

"No buts. Remember the last time I had to take care of the police? Do you want to deplete my aura for another month."

Shirabe swore, but shook her head.

"Fine."

Shinobu shot Shirabe an evil grin over her mug of a questionable red substance.

"Poor bastard."

A/N: Heheheheheheh. Please R&R. Hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Happy Valentine's Day!