Death the Kid, if you don't want to kiss him, then don't read, please.

Spin the Bottle is a party game where an empty bottle is spun. The person spinning must kiss the person that the bottle ends up pointing at. This is usually a short kiss, in front of everyone.

Seven Minutes in Heaven is also a party game, where two people choose something, usually out of a hat or other container. It doesn't really matter, but people with matching items are locked in a closet for a pre-designated amount of time. As the name suggests, the time is usually seven minutes, but for a longer story I have lengthened it to ten.

This fanfiction mixes the two party games. If you want to know why, read the stories coming up with the adults. I will take suggestions for characters, and if I get enough comments I will do an After the Party series, with more than just kissing *wink wink*.


You are cordially invited to the Shibusen lock in.

You threw the letter on the pile, recognizing the scrawl of Shinigami-sama, the creator and principal of the Weapon and Meister Vocational school. No way in hell were you going to go to the stupid lock in. It didn't matter that all your friends were going, or even that a host of singles would be there too. That was, of course, before your best friend and partner pulled you along, hardly giving you time to pack your pajamas and sleeping bag.

Despite yourself you have fun. There's food, drinks, dancing, you really let yourself go. And then things go crazy. A group of you go into a room with an empty glass Coke bottle. You don't realize what's going on until your friend sits you down in the loose circle, placing the bottle down on its side. The door is locked and the girls in the room giggle, knowing how much you hate these games. You look around the room, seeing everyone important there, Soul, Kid, Black Star, Maka, Tsubaki, Liz, Patty, Chrona and Ragnarock. Everyone.

You refuse to play at first, but all the girls push and prod you until you finally give in. You spin the glass bottle and it makes a scraping sound on the hard floor. It spins, the narrow end flashing by the people in the room, slowing down before it finally stops, pointing directly at your crush, Death the Kid. Your face flushes as you look between him and the bottle. Your body is frozen, the same as his. Seeing neither of you are going to move any time soon, two of the girls take charge. Your own partner pushes you into the broom closet and Liz pushes Kid in afterwards.

"You two have ten minutes before we're coming in, no matter what you're doing," Liz informs with a smile.

There is a single hanging lightbulb in the closet and you pull the string, casting light over your shadowy surroundings. Your eyes drift away from your crush, as you're too embarrassed to look into his beautiful yellow eyes. There's a rustling, rummaging sound and you finally look at Kid. And realize that turning on the light probably wasn't the best idea.

Although you really love Kid, sometimes his obsessive tendencies get on your nerves. You grab his hand and ask the stupidest question.

"What are you doing?"

Kid blinks his liquid-gold eyes at you, causing your face to flush. "I'm rearranging the closet so it's symmetrical."

His answer sounds so innocent you think you're talking to a five year old. But then, thinking about his obsession with symmetry, you become a little self-conscious. You're one of those people who could hardly be considered symmetrical. You have a freckle on one side of your nose, your eyebrows are probably not perfect, and there's the matter of the brown spot on your otherwise pure green eyes.

"K-kido-kun," you stutter.

He looks at you questioningly, bringing his face a little closer to yours. His eyes are the most beautiful golden color you've ever seen. His raven hair is perfectly cut, and those three white lines seem to glow in the dim light coming from the lightbulb. Kid is waiting for you to finish your sentence, you realize.

"Do you like me? I mean, I'm hardly symmetrical. Could you ever love someone like me?"

Then it happens. Kid's face has been inching closer to yours every second, and finally your lips touch. Both of you are frozen in surprise, and for a moment you expect your crush to draw back in disgust. But then something incredible happens. Death the Kid starts kissing you, the most asymmetrical student at Shibusen!

While you are still frozen in surprise Kid moves his hands around you, rubbing them up and down your back. He licks and nibbles at your lower lip, seeking entrance. You shudder in pleasure and melt into the kiss, grabbing his black suit. You've already wasted three minutes getting to this part. Your tongue feverishly explores every inch of Kid's mouth before you start feeling lightheaded. You realize that you haven't taken a breath in an entire minute. You break the kiss for some much needed air.

"You know, it helps if you breathe through your nose," Kid suggests. You notice that he's only panting a little, mostly from desire. His jacket is rumpled from your hands but he hardly seems to notice.

"Tell me something," you pant. He looks at you with inquiring eyes. "Aren't you disturbed that I'm not perfectly symmetrical? I mean, I'm not even normal." You point at your left eye as you say this, indicating the brown spot on your otherwise green orb.

"Normally I wouldn't have anything to do with someone who looks like you, ____-chan," he says. Seeing your crestfallen face, however, he quickly adds, "But on you it's really cute, I swear."

You smile at Kid, reassured that he really does like you. You move in for another kiss, and this time Kid brings his lips to your neck. Your chin lifts of its own accord and he moves up a little, lips pressing against the special place that makes you shudder and groan with pleasure. It doesn't matter that everyone outside can probably hear you, you just want Kid to keep kissing you. He pulls back a little and you move in to kiss him, your tongue drawing circles over his Adam's apple. You probably only have five minutes left.

Kid, still trembling from your fervent kissing, moves his hands to the small of your back, rubbing small sensuous circles with his near perfect fingers. Waves of pleasure run up your spine and you think you might become an endorphin junkie. You want to make Kid feel this good too, but you aren't really sure how. Your hands amble up and down his body, not really doing anything.

Finally your hands reach the back of his neck and you grab his hair, gently pulling his head back. Your lips find his neck again, as well as his own weak spot. Kid's knees go weak, causing him to collapse, you on top of him. This hardly phases either of you. His face flushed a little, but you soon kissed that away.

You spent the rest of your ten minutes laying together on the floor, kissing and running your hands along each others' bodies. When time was up the closet door was opened by Liz, who banged loudly on the door. "If you're not decent, speak up now! Otherwise we're opening the door."

Neither of you said anything, so the door was opened. A host of curious faces found the both of you getting up off the floor and straightening your clothes. You and Kid sat apart from the other players for the rest of the night, eventually slipping out of the room to find a quiet spot for… private matters.