'So, how is this game played?' Teru took another Pocky stick from the box as she waited for Kurosaki's explaination.

A corner of his lips turned upwards as he considered her question, 'Well, this is my game so we play by my rules of course! You have played Snap! before I'm sure, but this is a totally different game. As in, we're waging on something real here, kiddo! The one that loses will be given a forfeit and the winner decides what the forfeit would be.'

Kurosaki made to pick up a cigarette but reached for the Pocky sticks Teru had been chewing on instead. He made a bitter face, 'Ugh, is this strawberry? Get the chocolate ones would you? They're obviously so much nicer.' He did not want to smoke while Teru was still down with the flu. After searching for the phone in the rain, she began to develop a cold and Kurosaki had been nursing her back to good health ever since she collapsed in his arms at Master's.

Teru coughed a little and Kurosaki frowned, and he was about to force her back to sleeping when he realized that she was actually laughing at him. 'Big boy Kurosaki afraid of a little strawberry?' Kurosaki scowled at Teru's taunting, 'Yeah, laugh now kiddo. You'd be doomed into a well-calculated forfeit and regret that you actually made fun of great Kurosaki!'

Kurosaki thought about his well-designed forfeit and made a face as he tried hard to surpress his laughter. Teru looked at him unimpressed, 'For a moment there, you looked like a perverted old man, Kurosaki.'

Kurosaki scowled once more at Teru's words, 'Enough talking! Let's get started!'

Twenty minutes later, Teru sneered at a defeated and completely exhausted Kurosaki as she formulated a forfeit. 'Ha ha ha, great old Kurosaki lost to a sick little girl. Who would have thought?' Kurosaki glared at Teru and retorted, 'Take back the word 'old' kiddo! Darn! I thought a sick person should be feeling so weak that her responses would slow down too. I feel cheated, you're a cheater!'

Teru whistled in high spirits as she contemplated on a forfeit. 'Whee whee whee. I could make you be my slave for a month. Or make you reveal your porn collection and take a photo of that to blackmail you in future. Wow, there are just too many options to choose from!'

'Go easy kiddo, there are more rounds to this game waiting for you in near future.'

'Alright! It has been decided! Describe in detail the first girl you fell in love with!'

An awkward silence filled the room and Teru realized the severity of her forfeit and her cheeks pinked up. 'I mean, I mean! That may be asking for too much, let's go back to the option with your porn collection eh?'

'Fine. I'd tell you.' Kurosaki crossed his arms and legs and sat upright. 'Actually, the girl I'm in love with has been in this room all these while.'

Teru's eyes widened as she started to turn red from head to toe. Kurosaki continued solemnly, 'That girl, is none other than, MISS NANAZAKI FROM XXFM MAGAZINE AND I KEEP A PHOTO OF HER IN MY WALLET ALL THE TIME!' He revealed a photo of a sexy lady clad in red leather clothings covering only the essential places. Teru threw an empty bottle instantly and hit him squarely in the face.

'Go bald, Kurosaki.'

Kurosaki pursed his lips and pretended to look offended. Never in his life is he going to show Teru the photo hidden safely behind Miss Nanazaki's ridiculous pin-up shot. His precious photo of Teru when she first entered high school.

'By the way, Kurosaki, what forfeit would you have for me if you won?'

Kurosaki turned to face Teru with a sinister looking expression, 'Of course to mirror your question, I would have asked you to describe the first guy to have ever rejected your confession!' Teru threw the empty Pocky box at him and retorted listlessly as she returned to bed, 'I should have known. Go bald, Kurosaki.'

Never was he ever going to reveal that he would have tried his luck and have Teru work as his personal slave in a maid's uniform. That would be revealing a little too much of his true nature.

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