The bell rang, echoing throughout the school and its courtyards.

A vague orange sun was climbing up at the horizon. Students scurried inside and towards their classrooms, but one particular girl had just arrived. With some trouble she managed to jam her bike at the designated space in front of the school.

A less obnoxious bell rang this time, which meant she was running late. There were a few people she could blame for the lack of sleep last night, but that would have to wait. She immediately rushed through the cafeteria and into the corridor where she found classroom 8, with the door still wide open and the teacher still unpacking his briefcase.

He caught her distraught gaze. "Ah, you finally made it, I see."

"Sorry!" She bowed her head respectfully and quietly shuffled towards her seat in the back. The predatory gaze of a black-haired Uchiha made her cringe just as she sat down, her heartbeat rising. Uchiha Madara.

The girl looked down and waited for the teacher to begin their lessons. She let her white hair cover her blush as she knew that her classmate Madara was still gazing at her. Other classmates had gazed at her from time to time but none of their gazes made her feel like Madara's did, she felt like he was gazing into her very soul and being and that alone made her feel vulnerable to him. The teacher called attention to the class and she sighed relived as he looked away from her.

She was quiet during class and paid close attention to the lessons even though her lack of sleep made it difficult. Of course her teacher did not care for it and made her stand and answer most of the questions he had asked the class as a punishment for being late. She felt completely relived when the lunch bell rang.

As the latest female of the Akatsuki, Eri had gotten a lot of attention to say the least. As a group they were disliked, but many could not deny their attraction to bad boys and bad girls, so they became infamous.

A tap came on her shoulder, and she nearly jumped, but managed to see a flicker of blue hair from the corner of her eyes. This calmed her down.

"Are you ill?" Konan asked timidly.

"Do I look that bad?" Eri replied, feeling a bit self-conscious. "I just didn't get enough sleep."

Bright orange eyes softened. "Well, let's get you something to eat."

An equally blue-haired male in the back narrowed his beady eyes. "Oi, is it just me or does Tobi seem off today?"

Itachi glanced up at Kisame, his eyes smoldering with disinterest. "No."

Kisame reached up to scratch his cheek. "And we're missing four people." He sighed. Hidan had gotten into a fight the other day, so presumably he wasn't feeling up to it. But the rest were supposed to gather at the cafeteria, which they hadn't. Not yet, anyway.

Eri followed Konan to the cafeteria with the hope of avoiding yet another that made her uncomfortable. But in a different way than Madara did.

His name was Hidan and he had recently had a habit of hitting on her to get her to go out with him, But Eri had kept denying his advances. He had given up his original hopes of just having some 'fun' with her in a closet because when he first made the suggestion she shoved him in a janitor's closet and locked him inside telling him to just have 'fun' with himself. Unfortunately as Eri's luck would go he figured he'd still have a chance of getting what he wanted by trying to get her on a date.

"Don't worry Hidan's not here today, you're safe," Konan said as they went to the table.

"Oh good, he's the last thing I need today," Eri sighed hating the kind of attention he gives her.

As they both got their lunches and sat a blonde hair boy approached them.

"And where have you been?" Deidara asked with the most cunning smile plastered on his face. He took hold of Eri's white ponytail and twirled some of her hair around his finger teasingly. "I thought you said you'd be coming over last night."

Sasori sat perched on a table, lighting a cigarette. "Where do you think, brat?"

"Sempai," Tobi exclaimed. "She spent time with me." Those last two words came out in a possessive drawl. Seeing that Tobi had come to her rescue Eri gave him a quick thankful look then looked away blushing after he had smiled at her. She sighed softly to herself because being a member of the Akatsuki seemed to be an invitation to the male members to try and claim her as their own. Something she greatly disliked but knowing Pein would never let her try to leave the group she had decided to live with it and never go alone with one of the male members unless someone she trusted was tagging along with them. Konan was lucky that Pein had made it obvious to the others that she was with him, while Eri had been left out as free game for the other members to make plays for. She hoped some would be content with just being buddies with her, or at least ignore her instead of trying to get in her pants.

Deidara shrugged, taking a few steps back. "Should've known." Then he noticed something else—or lack thereof. "Where's Kakuzu?"

Kisame folded his massive arms. "Last I heard he'd been having a fling with a girl from senior year."

"Typical," Sasori scoffed. "And Hidan?"

Finally Itachi spoke up, "He had an encounter with one of the other groups."

"Hidan got his ass kicked, to put it simply," Konan added.

Nobody really felt bad for him. They just wondered who beat Hidan so badly that he couldn't even show himself the next day.

"He probably was mouthing off to one of the biggest jocks he could find," Eri chimed in.

"Knowing that ego-maniac probably," Konan agreed.

Madara, who only went by Tobi, subtly placed a finger under her chin to direct her head to him as he stood behind her, his breath fanning against her bare neck. "So much malice, pet."

Blood rushed to Eri's cheeks. "Don't call me pet," she argued stiffly.

"Funny," he breathed. "You didn't seem to have any trouble with it last night."

Her heart pounded so hard against her chest she was afraid her ribcage might break under the pressure. He always knew what to say to make her feel like her legs were made of liquid. Luckily she was sitting down.

Another boy walked up to Deidara. A senior. "Have you seen Kusari today?" he asked a bit gruffly. He brushed away a rebellious strand of spiky platinum blond hair.

Deidara couldn't help but glare. "No. And what do you care if I have?"

The older male's lips thinned. "I can't keep covering for her." That said, he roughly brushed past Deidara and left the cafeteria.

Konan blinked at the remaining blond Akatsuki. "You know him? He's in the student council."

"That," Deidara spat, "was Satsuriku Nao. Kusari's older brother."

Kisame chuckled sinisterly. "How ironic."

Nobody seemed to notice the difference between the Tobi they had just greeted and the Tobi who now had a firm arm placed around Eri's waist to claim what was his. That was fine, though, seeing as they hid their relationship well. Eri had relaxed when Madara put his arm around her, again she wondered why it was so important to keep their relationship a secret. If the others knew she was taken then she wouldn't have to deal with being hit on. But she trusted her boyfriend and never spoke a word of their relationship to the others, the only reason Konan knew was that she walked into them fooling around at Eri's place one night. Madara had joked about her joining them but he received glares from both women. With his body close to hers it was hard for her to not lean on him, but she was able to resist. Madara felt her muscles twitch, and he provided her with some more balance by perching himself against the table behind him the same way Sasori was. For a moment he considered hauling Eri out of her chair and caging her within his arms, but he resisted it for the sake of appearances. He was a crucial leader, after all, and enemies would be very intrigued if they found out about his only weakness; a girl.

"I forget what's the deal with you and this Kusari girl again?" Itachi asked.

"We're childhood friends," Deidara admitted. "She's not in our group, but instead in a rival group. After that, she got herself in trouble way too often, and her brother had to cover for her or she'd be expelled." The blond shrugged like it was nothing to be concerned about.

Itachi's dark lashes lowered, and he took a moment to muse over it. "She's your…responsibility?"

"Fuck no," Deidara snapped, glaring at the Uchiha standing opposite of him. "Besides, I don't see her all that often anymore."

Konan took out a chip from her bag of chips and munched on it, the crunching sound muffling her voice when she bluntly said, "But you used to date her."

Deidara almost slapped his forehead. "Not exactly."

Madara took this opportunity to add, "Should've stayed friends with benefits."

Eri conveniently elbowed him. "What was that?"

The almighty Uchiha felt puny for an infinitesimal moment. "Nothing, pet," he muttered.

The white-haired beauty gave a cheeky grin. "That's what I thought."

Feeling victorious Eri smiled and took one of her fries then dipped it in her milkshake that she had managed to get by flirting a little with one of the men in charge of lunches, she didn't like to flirt, but if there was something she wanted that could be obtained with a little harmless flirting she'd do it. Madara gave her a look as she ate the fry.

"What?" she asked.

"That's gross," he said. "Fries and ice cream?"

"Can't hack it till you try it," Eri replied, "I think sex ed. left you a bit paranoid," she added in a whisper remembering how uneasy he'd get when the teachers talked about birth control methods and their success rate.

"Don't tease me about that, it'll be serious if 'you know what' happened," he muttered under the earshot of the others.

"Relax, I've been doing this since I was six," Eri said tempted to fed one to him just to shut him up.

He had the wrong idea for a moment. "Since you were six?" he repeated. "You better be talking about that milkshake."

She laughed. "And what if I'm not? You'll punish me?" she whispered back.

Madara growled. "Don't tempt me."

Itachi met Madara's gaze, and for a moment there was an exchange there. Itachi knew. But the younger Uchiha wouldn't betray his leader—not now.

Deidara on the other hand was now seriously considering what Tobi had suggested. "I guess we should have," he sighed. The other members chuckled at his misfortune.

Pein finally returned, and the first thing he did was look Konan right in the eyes and say, "We have a problem."

The blue-haired woman knew that look. "We have to go," she said to the rest.

Sasori's pale eyes scanned over Pein's posture. "Is it that important?"

"Yes. Outside, now."

Eri pouted and got up with the others, she was having fun teasing Madara. She looked at him before following the others to see if he knew what was going on, but he offered no explanation. She sighed softly and figured they'd continue later when she went to his house. She had to admit, she loved Madara's 'punishments'. The young Sincera then looked at Itachi hoping he could offer an explanation, but he didn't offer anything of help, he just kept giving her a weird look like he was having trouble believing something about her. Eri sighed and decided to shrug it off as the group went outside. As much as she didn't like Pein, she turned her attention to him to see what was happening

Once at the courtyard in front of the school, two boys and one girl stood with arrogant poses and arched eyebrows. The first one, presumably their leader, had spiky hair which was pulled back by a sweatband, and hazel eyes. Next to him was a girl with red hair and silver eyes. Finally, the last one was a boy with a green sideways fringe.

"Heh," the black-haired boy snorted. "Came all the way out here, did you?"

Pein narrowed his eyes. "Indeed, so humour us."

"I was the one who beat up Hidan, and I intend to defeat all of you."

Madara purposely yawned. "That's why we had to come all the way out here?"

"I challenge you," the girl said, pointing a finger at Eri.

"And I challenge you," the green-haired boy added, who pointed a finger at Deidara.

Lastly, the black-haired boy said, "And I challenge you, Tobi—" He got his hair jerked and nearly fell backwards.

"Will you shut the hell up already, Yasuo?" Kusari muttered. "I leave you alone for a few hours and this is what you do?"

He slapped her hand away. "I'm your leader," he snapped, glaring furiously at her. "And you were late."

The small brunette placed a hand on her hip. She was a tomboy who didn't wear makeup nor jewelry. She was rather muscular for her size, and her hair was short and choppy with only a single long lock of hair dangling behind her back. "I slept in."

Eri looked at Kusari then at her group's leader. She already wanted to punch him for even thinking he could match her love in battle, even if it was a gang fight. She paid no attention to the girl that had challenged her and instead stayed where she was. She saw that the girl was going to stop the planned fight and honestly couldn't care less.

"I still don't get these gang fights, what do they prove?" she asked Madara under anyone else's earshot.

"To you it would be senseless fighting, but it gives us a sense of dominance. Well the leader mostly," he explained.

"Like animals," Eri commented under her breath. Madara smirked and gave her a subtle pat on the ass.

"You like it when I act like one when it's just the two of us," he breathed in her ear.

Eri was flustered at first, but then managed to catch his wrist. "You always know what to say," she commented. "At the right moment, too," she added sarcastically.

Itachi subtly signaled for Kisame to follow him. He had no business here, and needed to converse with his closest partner.

Kusari stepped forward until she faced Pein, which looked rather hilarious because he was tall and she was short. "Sorry about this, I'm afraid this is how he gets when I'm not around."

"Are you dating him?" Deidara blurted out in an accusing tone.

The brunette winced. "I'm not obligated to answer that."

Pein held up his hand, signifying for Deidara to keep out of it. "You withdraw his announcement?"

"Yes," she answered. "And I apologize to you. I didn't mean to cause a riot."

"Our business here is not finished,"

"I realize that. Beat up Yasuo if you must." She shrugged. "He deserves it for being a prick." She peered over her shoulder, seagreen eyes narrowing at the rest of the group. "Haruna, Jun, go back inside."

Reluctantly the two did as she told them. She wasn't the leader, but she could sure as hell act like one. Deidara watched Kusari with mixed emotions. Yes they did break up and he acted like it was nothing… but… did he ever really get over her? He looked her over trying not to make it obvious.

Madara didn't like the way Yasuo was glaring at him. To emphasize how disinterested he was, he jerked Eri forward with the hand she previously used to restrain his wrist. "We're leaving." He had other things on his mind. More…pleasing things.

Yasuo scoffed. "What side are you on here, Kusari?"

She shrugged at him. "I don't do sides. I just stick with you because we're old classmates." She turned her attention back to Pein, who was still glowering. "Well, do what you want. I have to go report in late." She carefully brushed past him, but paused when she came shoulder to shoulder with Deidara. "Have you seen Nao?"

The blond made a "tch" sound. "He's looking for you."

Pein stepped towards Yasuo, who flinched, but Konan caught his arm. "Leave him be," she told the spikey-haired man. "He's no threat."

He frowned but at Konan's request he stepped back. "We're leaving," he said, leaving Deidara with his ex. Konan looked at them and then followed Pein.

Kusari snatched Deidara's wrist and jerked him along. "Take me to Nao."

"Whoa," Deidara objected. "Who the fuck said I knew where he was?"

"Nobody, but you're all I've got right now, so start moving."

They passed Sasori, who was leaning against the wall with his arms folded. Deidara met his glassy gaze. "Can't you ask him?"

Kusari froze and stared at Sasori. They exchanged mutual gazes. The brunette and the redhead didn't get along.

Deidara watched the two and realized his mistake. He had forgotten that Sasori and Kusari didn't get along; he remembered how they would glare at each other when they were both over his house.

"I prefer you," Kusari finally said looking at Deidara with determination.

Deidara sighed. "Fine," he muttered.

"And to answer your question," she began, "he did ask me out."

"And you said yes?" he questioned icily.

She shook her head. "Undecided."

Deidara blinked but didn't let his relief show as he guided her back into the school and through the cafeteria. He looked around and then showed her through the doors that her brother walked out of. "this is as far as I know…" he said.

"Well then we'll just have to keep looking," she said pulling him along.

Nao was in the council's chamber, looking through some papers. Kusari couldn't look through the small glass frame at the upper part of the door because she wasn't that tall, so she turned to Deidara. "Lift me up a bit," she demanded.

He arched both brows and wondered if she was kidding. When her expression remained stern, he decided to grab her by her waist and lift her so she could actually see Nao. She knocked on the door, and the platinum blond immediately looked up. Kusari gave a sheepish smile when Nao let his flat hand collide with his face.

Deidara gave a groan to let Kusari know he was still holding her up. She gave a sigh.

"Don't be such a baby, you can put me down," she said. Deidara frowned and though tempted to just drop her, he did set her down on her feet. Nao had left his paperwork and walked out of the room to see them.

Nao yanked the door open, his brown eyes locking on his sister's blue-green ones. "You better have a good explanation."

Kusari swallowed instinctively. "Well, you see, on my way here I saw a sheep in a meadow lying on its back, and sheep can die from lying on their back, so I had to go help it…" Deidara absent-mindedly scowled at Kusari's ability to lie through her teeth. Pathological liar, that one.

Nao's eyes narrowed to shards. "If you're going to lie, I'll give you detention for even being here in the first place. Students aren't allowed to wander the halls during break."

She pouted. "But I'm your little sister!"

"You're demon spawn," Nao corrected matter-of-factly. Deidara snickered.

Kusari glared at her brother, "And what does that make you?"

"The good child," he snickered. Then he turned to Deidara "I knew you'd find her," he said with a knowing smirk.

Deidara flinched. "She actually found me. Sort of."

The brunette tugged on his long blond hair. "Unnecessary details, Dara." She knew her brother was capable of using everything against her. As much as she loved Nao, he was like the living embodiment of authority.

"I'll let you off for now," Nao decided. "But this is seriously the last time, Kusari."

She made a gesture with her hand like a soldier would. "Aye aye, sir."

Then the bell rang throughout the school.

Nao heard the bell and made a shooing motion with his hand, "get to class before I write you up for being late."

Kusari stuck her tongue out at him as soon as his back had turned, then ran off leaving Deidara in her dust. Deidara sighed wondering how he got in the middle of these things and walked to this class as well.

Kusari made her way to class, meeting up with a very frustrated Yasuo, who shared most of her classes. "Yo," she greeted casually.

He purposely ignored her.

With a half-glance she observed his stern expression. Then she hauled up her shoulders. "Fine, be a little bitch."

"Uh huh," he grumbled.

Eri looked back at the others then followed Madara as he led her away. She knew of Yasuo's glares and was curious as to why he glared at 'Tobi' with such loathing; they only lead different gangs right? But she decided it wasn't her business as she let Madara guide her into the school and to a deserted hallway. He sighed and let go of her arm then checked to see if anyone was around.

"God he is tiresome, always trying to pick a fucking fight I mean really," he mumbled.

"He's a guy hun, thinks with bran rather than brains," Eri said kissing his cheek, knowing it was now safe to display affection.

"And I'm not?" he said acting offended.

"No you're my big man," she smiled. The older Uchiha chuckled and smirked at his lover.

"Big in so many ways," he purred claiming her lips. Eri kissed him back as he pinned her to a wall. After a while they separated to breathe. "You don't know how crazy it drives me when the others then they can pick up my girl," Madara said.

"Your girl?" Eri said sounding displeased with the label. Madara smirked and nibble her neck.

"You know what I mean pet," he replied. Eri smiled a bit and shook her head.

"What am I going to do with you?" she asked.

"Love me," he said taking her hand and sliding it into his back pocket. Eri felt her fingers brush against familiar square wrapper and knew what her boyfriend was hinting at.

Madara's hand went up to her face, his index finger brushing her temple. Slowly, carefully, his finger went down to her cheekbone, traced the curve, and ended up at her lips. He savored the feel of her soft lips, every texture, and every twitch they made when she tried to suppress a smile.

"Where would you like to take this?" he whispered with an underlining seductive hiss.

Eri blushed deeply and shivered a bit from his tone. "H-Here in school? Can't you wait till we get to your house?" she asked feeling it might be a bit slutty to let him do her here.

"No, just a quickie I promise," he replied nibbling her ear, making it impossible to resist him. His hand went down and rubbed her ass making her moan softly in his ear.

"F-Fine…" She submitted

Madara grinned victoriously. "Now to find the perfect spot before the bell rings…" He took his lover by the hand and stalked towards the only place in school which often remained unoccupied: the supply closet behind the gym.

"It's dark here," Eri commented as they carefully snuck inside the locker rooms, then into the gym, and all the way to the back where the door to the supply closet was.

"Would you like me to turn on the lights, then?" Madara inquired as he turned the handle of the supply closet and opened it. Inside they stored all the gym equipment, and some were tempting to use for certain positions.

"I don't think we should, wouldn't someone notice if we did turn them on?" Eri thought out loud.

"Maybe," Madara replied lifting the short skirt of Eri's school uniform and pulling off her panties. He took a look at them and smirked as he shoved them in his pocket. "The silky black ones, my favorite," he commented.

Eri blushed deeply, "I, well, aim to please," she said shyly. Madara looked around.

"So many possible positions," he mused.

"But so little time, this is a quickie so we aren't late to class again," Eri reminded him.

"Excuse me? You were the one late to class," he chuckled.

"I can easily change my mind about this," Eri frowned.

Eri made a scornful, half-laughing sound when Madara's expression darkened. "You wouldn't," he imparted.

"Or would I?" she answered, her fingers tangling through his long black hair. He claimed her lips instantly, shutting her up. Who'd have believed that now that she was no longer that shy young closet romantic, when she had plenty of experience of life and love, a simple kiss could rock her world?

When he pulled back to inhale, the kiss was still tingling on her lips. She reached for his jeans, finding them easily by gliding down his clothed chest. She was undoing his zipper slowly, teasingly.

He groaned into her collarbone as his teeth scraped her sensitive skin for an infinitesimal moment. Eri had to laugh—a deep, sexy laugh that no woman would pull out for just anybody. Before she knew it, he undid his jeans himself and freed himself from the excruciating pressure on his erection. Jeans were made from such resilient material that he was starting to see them as torture devices.

She tore at the package of the condom and took out the thin rubber. He took his time to undo a few buttons of her light purple blouse. His right hand squeezed her left breast, then sunk further between her bra and found a sensitive nipple. While he caressed her, she took her own tour of his body, loving the hard muscles on his chest, the even harder erection that sprang into her hands as she stroked him softly.

"You may want to tone down on that, pet, or this won't last much longer." He closed his eyes and let his head fall back a fraction. When they couldn't stand tormenting each other any longer, she meticulously slid the condom over his erection. It throbbed and felt odd to her touch—like velvet over steel. Hard yet yielding.

She raised a haughty brow. "How badly do you want me?"

Madara's dark eyes smoldered with impatience. "I'm about ready to screw your brains out."

His sinews bulged when he picked her up by her waist, pressed her body firmly against his, and waited for her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did, and he carefully guided her down. It wasn't as though he entered her or she guided him inside, it was as though they simply fit together, as easily and naturally as though they'd been doing this for years. With his strength, he was able to firmly press her against the bench with leather seating used primarily for acrobatic jumps.

She, in turn, placed her hands on his shoulders so she could keep her balance.

Eri let small pleasurable sounds escape her throat as Madara began rocking his hips against hers. He was always gentle at first, but when he has been pushed and teased as he was today he became rougher a lot quicker. Words she was too shy to tell him filled her head. How prefect he felt inside her, how empty she felt when they had to be apart, how much her heart and body ached for him and his touch… If he knew how much he meant to her she didn't know as he began pulling out and thrusting back into her body causing her to moan.

"Shh pet, we have to be quiet, just in case," he said claiming her lips as he thrust into her again. As he quickened his pace they opened their mouths to each other to muffle their moaning.

Eri forced herself to keep quiet as they rocked back and forth, driving each other higher. Their breathing grew ragged, she felt the sweat build on his skin, and he was driving up and hard into her until her head fell back and she let out a muffled cry as her climax swamped her. Colours burst behind her eyelids and her muscles contracted all over.

Moments later he climaxed as well, shivering violently as he drove into her, and then slowed his pace, stroking her through her aftershocks. He bit into his lower lip to keep himself quiet.

Eri breathed heavily after her aftershocks had ceased and Madara remained still inside her. Madara panted as well looking at her with the onyx eyes she loved so much. She loved this man with all her heart, he never took advantage of her nor did anything that would make her feel… well dirty. She slowly closed her eyes and regret stabbed at her heart. She wished she was able to call him her one and only, she wished he was the one that took her virginity… She believed with all her heart that he was just 'the one'. Just one night's mistake took that from her forever. A tear slide down her cheek without her noticing, she only noticed when she felt her love's tongue lightly touch her cheek then follow the tear's path back up her face.

"Why are you crying love?" He whispered sounding concerned. Eri blinked and looked at him.

"I-It just felt so good," She lied. Madara didn't know of what she was thinking, she never told anyone for that matter. It happened before she moved to this town and before she knew Madara. She was too ashamed of it…

"You sure…? You could have said no if you really didn't want to…" he said thinking she was upset over the quickie.

"It's nothing," Eri said kissing him.

Madara brushed a lock of white hair from his lover's reddened face. "You can punch me if it'll make you feel better," he told her with a daring grin.

"No." Eri averted her bright blue gaze. "It's not your fault," she lamented.

"Then whose is it?" he countered. He held her caged between his arms with no chance of escaping.

"Like I said, it's nothing…" Eri sighed. Madara sighed.

"Eri you always do this, you get quiet and emotional after we have sex and I'm left thinking I did something to upset you," he stated, "I want to know what it is that haunts your mind."

"I don't always, you're exaggerating," Eri almost snapped. Madara frowned.

"Fine, not always, but you do. Especially when we first started going out," he pointed out, "if it was really nothing then it wouldn't upset you so often."

"It's not worth talking about, and I don't want to talk about it," Eri stated. Madara sighed and pulled out of her leaving them both to groan from losing the other. Slowly he put Eri down until she stood on her own two feet.

"Eri you should be able to trust me," he said plainly as he removed the used condom and put it in the wrapper to throw it away.

"Madara I do trust you, it's just not worth talking about," Eri replied then she sighed looking down at the floor, the hated and shameful memories being stirred up by their conversation, "it's in the past and that's where I want it to stay…"

Madara fixed his clothing a little reluctantly. "If it were truly in the past, then it wouldn't bother you in the present. But it's obvious to me that it still does bother you."

Eri met his concerned gaze. "Can't you drop it?"

"No." Madara's obsidian eyes glinted with determination. He needed to know; he'd disregarded it long enough.

Then the bell rang throughout the school.

Madara frowned when he heard the bell as he watched Eri fix her clothes.

"There's the bell…" she said as she took her panties from his outstretched hand.

"Don't think this gets you off the hook," he stated. Eri put them on and looked at him.

"I can't be late again Madara," she said looking at him pleadingly. Madara watched her then sighed.

"My house, right after school. You are telling me everything, no delays, no excuses, no hiding from me, no nothing until you tell me what is wrong," he said in an ordering tone. Eri looked down defeated.

"Fine…" she said, feeling like she was being scolded.

Madara placed a hand around the nape of her neck, making Eri flinch completely. Pure exhilaration ran up her spine when someone took hold of such a delicate part of her body. Madara knew this, and deliberately let his fingers slither down between her shoulder blades.

"Good pet," he teased. "Better start running."

She frowned. "You should, too."

"You first," he corrected with a smirk. "That way I can see under your skirt."

The white-haired beauty gave him an elbow in the chest. "You're terrible."

"Indeed."

But before Eri could start running Madara swept her into his arms and gave her another kiss. "I love you… you know that right?"

Eri smiled softly and kissed him back "yes, and I love you too."

With that Madara smiled and let her go. Eri kissed his cheek then ran ahead of him to their class. Madara kept close behind her looking under her skirt when he could.

They got to class in time for the bell and got into their seats.

When Eri finally sat down, she noticed there were a lot of eyes directed at her.

Konan blinked at her, too.

"What?" the blue-eyed girl whispered.

Konan gestured to her cleavage. Eri got the hint, and looked at her blouse to find she'd forgotten to button the ones Madara had undone.

A menacing glare from Madara was enough to make everyone cringe and turn back in their seats.

"School can't end soon enough today," Eri muttered scornfully.

Sighing to herself she buttoned up the buttons before the teacher walked in. Student kept stealing glances at her, wondering if someone had gotten lucky with her, or the buttons undid themselves because of her bust.

Madara on the other had was mentally slapping his forehead for not noticing it before they walked in, now other men had a chance to take a peek at his girl's breasts, something that made jealously boil in his veins because he had to wait patiently during their months of dating to get such a view.

Eri slouched over her desk and watched the teacher walk in and begin class. She just wanted this day over.