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Disclaimer: I do not own.

She couldn't find the key. She just couldn't! They had been standing on her doorstep for nearly ten minutes now and a small puddle was beginning to form from Kaidoh's still running nose. Her grandmother had stopped hiding the spare key when a string of robberies had happened in the neighbour hood because of poorly hidden keys. She racked her brains for where she could have forgotten her key, maybe it was near a window!

That Idea was squashed when she remembered it was in her school bag. Which was in her room which was on the second floor. Sakuno had never been good at climbing trees. She glanced at Kaidoh nervously. He was leaning against the wall with his head down and eyes shut. Has he gone to sleep? She had always wondered how people could do that.

Then she remembered! It had been during one of Tomoka's many sleep over's when she had learned it! She just hoped she could still remember…

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Kaidoh was brought up as a polite young man. He had been taught to say thank you and please and to wait in line so being the polite young man he was he of course offered to break in for Ryuzaki-san. He was well versed in the art of look picking and door breaking.

This was all learned for the greater good and of course not crime. Momoshiro was still looking for the culprit of the famous looker room soufflé. It had been a joint work with Fuji-san and Kikumaru-san of course. Momshiro's looker still stunk like expired milk. Even worse than it had before they had put Fuji's cooking in it.

So he politely offered and within 3 minutes the door swung open with a load bang. So he wasn't exactly a professional. The Ryuzaki girl shuffled in thanking him and meekly refusing his offer to pay for the crack in the wall from his less the gently lock picking techniques.

They put the groceries neatly beside the small armchair in the hall. It was simple house. White walls with photos dotting the walls and navy blue carpet on the floor. She quickly ushered him in to what must have been the kitchen. There was a table that could have sat four, a polished counter, refrigerator, stove and other things you would expect except on the very top of one of the cupboards was a large plastic box. And what was more alarming was that the Ryuzaki girl was one the tips of her toes with trying to get it.

Kaidoh was not keen on the idea of his couch coming home to finding her precious grand daughter out cold with only him to blame so in a rush of fear he lifted the box neatly of the shelf but also not so neatly slipped on the slick, tiled floor. He feel bring the girl with him and as his head made a dent in the fridge door his world darkened before turning into violent shade of red that faded into a rather pretty display of stars.

It didn't help when something fell on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Instinctively his hands went to grab his stomach but felt something much softer… there was an ear splitting shriek before something hit his cheek that turned it numb. More stars.

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She had been trying to get the medicine box when she felt I tugged out of her hands. The next few seconds had been blur of shouts, groans and a very sore back. She opened her eyes to the sight of the kitchen ceiling. What happened next shocked her the most.

Two hands were pressing very firmly on her chest. She let out a shriek and turned around to give a slap to the person behind her. It was Kaidoh-senpai. Sakuno immediately felt guilty. His eyes were screwed up, he was clutching his stomach and to top it all of there was a deep purple color starting to replace the red on his cheek. He looked more like he'd been in a fight then spending half an hour with her.

She looked around to find half the contains of her vast first aid kit scattered around them. Oh! She was going to be in so much trouble! A low groan snapped her out of her worries and she immediately stood up and hurriedly got one of her many ice packs from the freezer. She wrapped it in a tea towel before she gently offered it to Kaidoh.

He seemed to be half a sleep but was able to make his way to the couch and lie down (icepack clutched to head) with out falling over. She put some of the cream her grand mother used when her knees started getting sore and tried to get the swelling in his nose to go down. It wasn't broken but it was alright either.

She continued patching up here and there until a snore told her that he had gone to sleep. Even she, who was used to ointments from various clumsy escapades, was feeling a bit light head from the strong smell of the ointment. I'll just put my head down for a few minutes…

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