An: What you should know

1: I own nothing

2: Yes this has something to do with the other chapter. This takes place way back when Marluxia was still Vexen's student in high school.

3: Enjoy

Fancy A Kiss? AKA How Do I Respond To That?

'Bah-humbug!' Vexen Kizer, the school's 36 year old advanced placement science teacher, thought as he stalked into his very decorated classroom with a feeling of distaste. It was the last day before winter break at Traverse High School and while normally his room would be the only one not decked out in festive colors and tinsel this year a smug junior had deemed it appropriate to change that tradition. It was that very same smug junior that Vexen locked in a glare even as the boy blatantly ignored him and the class rules by twisting the candy cane he was sucking on with a flick of long fingers. In other words he was being an ass.

Marluxia Agate was sixteen years old making him one of the younger juniors, however in spite of this fact he was also the one calling all the shots in the high school. Student council president, class president, head of club coordination, and every teacher's prize student he was the star of the school and the only one that dared to defy the strict science teacher, something he took great pleasure in doing. It was only because Vexen knew the boy was brilliant and needed a real challenge, something no one but him seemed capable of providing, to motivate him that the boy hadn't been kicked out of his class within the first week of his freshmen year though now he was beginning to regret that decision.

Dropping his bag by his desk Vexen made his way to the center front of the room, right in front of Marluxia, and waited for the room to fall silent. Once silence reigned in the room Vexen let his gaze sweep away from Marluxia to cross the room before resting on his top student again. "I understand that many of you have let the decorations lead you to believe that there will be no lessons today but unfortunately there will be." The class's collection of groans and shuffling didn't bother him half as much as the fact that Marluxia had all his notes on his desk since the beginning. "The notes you will take today will be essential for the test we will have the week of your return." More groaning.

Stepping back towards the chalkboard Vexen got ready to start his lesson just as an obnoxious slurp caused him to twitch and turn around. There sat Marluxia, candy cane held in securely curled fingers and a sly smile on his stained lips. There was silence for a moment before the boy spoke, his tone clear and words crisp. "Fancy a kiss professor?"

Silence reigned. Absolute silence as Vexen stared at his prize student gaping like a fish and blushing like mad. The silence was broken by a snicker, then a giggle, until finally the entire class was laughing at their teacher's plight. Vexen didn't know whether he should have been more concerned that Marluxia look serious or that he was considering seeing if he really was.

"I would appreciate if my questions weren't answered with laughs." Snapping out of his stupor Vexen watched as Marluxia's expression went from a playful look directed at him to a glare directed over his shoulder. It wasn't the first time his student had quietly hissed at the rest of the class for laughing when he was put on the spot, half the time Vexen wasn't sure whether Marluxia knew what strange messages he was sending to everyone. And there he went again being flippant as he turned back to Vexen and smiled sweetly. "Well professor? I'm sure a peppermint kiss would do you some good."

Vexen didn't know how to respond to his student's offer, half of him wanted to kick the smug boy out and the other half wanted to take him up on the offer. Even after teaching for ten years Vexen was finding that Marluxia had the ability to take him completely by surprise, something he was sure had stopped happening three years previously. Back to the issue at hand, pursing his already thin lips Vexen glared down at the student before him. "Mr. Agate, please keep your thoughts, comments, and offers to yourself and whatever unsavory company you happen to keep."

Faking a look of hurt Marluxia shrugged his shoulders and placed the candy cane back in his mouth. "Just thought I'd offer." He appeased, directing his gaze out the window and waiting for the lesson to start. For all of five seconds Vexen felt as though maybe he had crossed a line with his retort but shook it off a moment later with a shout to call the class to order. As usual the adolescents fell back into order once they'd had their laugh and the lesson that Vexen had planned started.

Through out the lecture portion of the class Vexen kept directing his gaze to Marluxia, always expecting the arrogant junior to be ready to lock eyes with him and challenge anything he had to say. It was needless to say that when he was met each time with the sight of the auburn haired boy staring out the window and completely disregarding him it almost worried him. Normally Vexen would take a moment like this to call upon Marluxia just to scold him for his absentmindedness but the almost misty look in his blue eyes kept him from doing so, it was as though Marluxia was lost in deep thought or argumentation.

It was with a swift turn of his head and a sudden determination in clear eyes that Marluxia finally looked back at his teacher, and without a thought Vexen called on him. "Mr. Agate, since I can see that you have been so concerned with this lesson why don't you come to the board." The words left Vexen's lips before he knew what he was saying, or even asking.

With a confident smirk Marluxia stood, his back straight and shoulders squared in a proud almost noble manner. Stepping forward Marluxia seemed to call the attention of the entire class to himself silently and Vexen was suddenly filled with dread.

"You know professor," The junior stepped forward until he was even with his teacher. "There's no need to be so coy," Stepping forward slightly Marluxia invaded Vexen's personal space and yet the teacher found himself caught by his student's gaze. "If you really want a kiss," Blue eyes bore into green as the adolescent cocked his head to the side and leaned up closer to the frozen man. "All you have to do is ask."

Vexen's eyes widened marginally as he felt a firm pressure against his parted lips and the taste of peppermint flooded him senses. Blue eyes were so close to his own green ones that he swore he could count the rings that made up the irises; it was all truly breath taking. A moment later Marluxia had passed Vexen and was up at the board solving the equation while the elder man stared dumbfounded and slowly chewed the Peppermint Hershey's Kiss his most beloved and damned student had literally pushed into his mouth.

Silence once more reigned in the classroom, the students just as unsure as to what had just happened as their teacher. They almost didn't move even as Marluxia returned to his seat with a shit eating grin directed at Vexen, even as he pointed to the spring of mistletoe directly above his teacher, flustering the man to the point where he just gave up.

"Class dismissed!"