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Amaya was dead tired the next day, not having been able to sleep much the night before. She had tried to convince herself, so many times, that she hadn't heard what she had. It wasn't very successful. It had scared her; to hear them talking so casually about things like that. Well, she supposed that the way Tezuka acted could never be casual, but that other man… It was like that weren't human themselves. Still, she had to wonder who it was that drove Tezuka so insane. Surely, she reasoned, he could have just about anyone that he wanted. It made her blush, thinking that she seemed a little bit jealous.

She decided not to worry about it as she walked to the student center to get a permanent schedule. She didn't see why she needed a personal schedule, just like she didn't see why she should worry about Tezuka. It wasn't like she would be around long enough for any of that to really matter. She entered the room and had to catch her breath.

'Speak of the devil and he will appear..' She forced the saying out of her mind, but nothing else seemed to fit as well. He seemed to be discussing his own schedule with the office worker.

"I just want to change classes," he said calmly, "I didn't think I was asking for too much."

"Well, normally, Tezuka-san, it wouldn't be much," She said, seeming troubled, "But you haven't given me a real reason for wanting to switch classes, and all of the classes are pretty much balanced right now. With your school records, you would tip all of the class averages."

Then Tezuka turned, though Amaya was certain that he had already known she was there. "Nevermind then," He said to the office personnel, his tone polite, "Thank you, and I apologize for taking up so much of your time and being so troublesome."

"It's fine," She assured him as she busied herself with some papers. "I'm sorry that I couldn't help."

"Me too," Tezuka breathed, but only Amaya heard it as he headed out the door, his eyes on her. She noticed that his eyes were a golden brown today, matching his gorgeous hair wonderfully. She felt herself blushing slightly as she walked up to the front desk of the student center.

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He ignored her during class, it was like she was non-existent. He sat as far away as he could, just like the day before, and never said a word to her. When the experiment began, he got all of the materials and set it up himself, beginning to take notes before she had gotten a chance to help with anything. She did her best to act like this didn't bother her. She had no idea who she was acting for.

After school she walked around to the back, feeling the way she often did, about not wanting to go home. Her thoughts drifted to Tezuka, as they had a lot over the past two days. Why did he seem to despise her so much? Had he been trying to change his schedule to get away from her? She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice as she ran into someone. She looked up with a start. 'Speak of the devil,' crossed her mind again.

"Can I speak with you?" he asked, his eyes cold. She was confused for a moment about what to do. She would love to talk to him and figure out what his problem with her was, but at the same time the incident from the night before…

"Sure," She said, realizing just then that she was completely alone with him. "I have a few things I want to talk to you about anyway."

"I see," he said. They were silent for a moment. "I'm going to cut to the chase," Tezuka said, turning to her with an expression she had never seen before. "What did you hear yesterday?"

"That depends," She said, "Why do you purposely ignore me in class just to talk to me when I'm alone?"

"I was trying to be good," Tezuka said, emotion lacking from his voice, which managed to keep it's velvet quality, even then. "But I'm quickly growing tired of that."

"What do you mean?" she asked, knowing that her voice was shaking just a little bit.

"What did you hear last night?" He asked again, ignoring her question and her shaking voice.

"A lot of things that I didn't understand," She admitted, "I heard something about a girl that was driving you crazy and something about sucking blood."

"Driving me crazy is an understatement," Tezuka sighed, "I'm not normally like this… Not until you…"

"Me?" Amaya asked, shocked, "You were talking about me?" Her heart fluttered. She was afraid, but somehow pleased.

"Why do you do that?" He asked, his eyes focused. "Why does your heart do that all of the time?"

She suddenly remembered the night before, when he had said that he could hear the girl's heart, her heart, even when he sat as far away as he could. "Not all the time," She explained, not meeting his eyes, "Only when I'm around you."

"Why?"

She smiled sadly, "I'm not sure. It could be that I'm falling in love with you." Tezuka's eyes widened behind his specs and he leaned in. She could feel his breath, hot on her neck, before he moved away again.

"No," he said, "I can't do that." He looked her in the eyes, "And that's not possible. You can't be falling in love with me."

"Why not? What are you, Kunimitsu Tezuka?" she asked, and he looked away again. Her eyes saddened, "Why won't you tell me anything about yourself?"

"I'm the bad guy," he said after a moment, "That's all you need to know about me." He turned away. "You should stay away from me. If you don't, you could get hurt." He began to walk away.

"You'll suck all of my blood then, like that other guy said that you wanted to?" she asked.

"That Ayashi… Not even bothering to talk quietly enough that a human can't hear…" he muttered under his breath, Amaya straining to hear.

"A normal human probably couldn't," she said, surprising Tezuka, "I just have kinda sensitive ears. Not as sensitive as yours though."

"True," he said, and she thought she might have seen the traces of a smile.

"Why don't you just go ahead then? It's not like I can stop you. If a vampire wants to drink my blood, what can I do to stop them?" she asked mildly.

"I told you," he said, turning away, "I'm trying to be good."

"What if I don't let you?" she asked, feeling suddenly bold.

"You might end up dead," he said, walking away.