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I strode confidently through the corridor, turning heads as I passed. I was hot. And I knew it.

Here's the thing. Even though I'd had that little blush fest yesterday because I was still holding that kid's hand, it doesn't change the facts. There only one good thing that comes out of relationships. Sex.

Shameless sex. It's what I live for. It's my life.

I've had sex with almost everyone in the school. These pathetic people had given their hearts to me, and I'd ripped them to pieces. There was no love, only sex.

I paused a second, thinking things over. There was no love. No commitment. Nothing.

They had thrown themselves at his feet, crying out their love for him.

And yet, I still felt nothing.

I gave up on thinking about the past. What's done is done. It couldn't hurt him now. Not by much anyway.

I put my hand to the icy door handle. Maybe I was making a mistake. What the hell did I need with that kid anyways? I think I'd already freaked him out enough when he figured I could read his thoughts. I was a shaman after all. And he was too.

Why was I worrying? I was Hao Asakura for fucks sake. God's gift to women, men, and his own hand. In a manner of speaking. Not that I usually had to resort to that. I'd always get some whore to do it for me.

I sighed and pushed open the door slightly. I don't even know what I was doing here, but I guess it was a good thing I showed up.

The kid in question was kneeling with in a multicolored mess. His arms and hands were smeared with different colored streaks of paint. Upon closer inspection I was that I was wrong. He was trying to fix the painting that Jason-the-miserable-fuck had trashed yesterday.

I looked up at him. I had over a million sarcastic comments lined up in my head, but I decided to play it cool.

"And I thought finger painting was for kids…"

I froze when I saw that he had been crying. He looked at me with eyes that should have looked familiar. Stale tears stained his face, and his chocolate orbs were red and bleary.

I knew that look. I'd seen it before, a million times. After fucking some guy's brain out, they turn and tell me they loved me. I don't think I ever said it back. When you told them that there was never a relationship, that they were just another one-night-stand, they'd cry. They cry because they had lost something perfect and could never get it back.

I heard his thoughts. Damn, how could I ignore them? All other's thoughts passed me by as a faint whisper; the anger of some people's occasionally rising. But his were different. It was like he was shouting through a mega phone straight in my fucking ear.

Hao? W-what are you doing here?

I smiled. I was kinda glad he'd forgotten about yesterday. It would have been awkward. I mean, what could I say? I'm sorry I held onto your hand for too long? I was too busy losing myself in your goddamn sexiness and your fucking gorgeous eyes? I don't think so!

"I…came by to see how you were doing. You took quite a punch yesterday"

I saw his face fall. Even though it was ever so slightly, I still felt guilty. I should have jumped in sooner.

I'm ok. It really doesn't matter. You don't need to worry about me.

"Yeah well. I guess I can't help it."

Huh? What was that? Was that a blush? A smile on his face? Hmmm."

"S-so..." I stammered. Stammered? Why the hell was I stammering? "When do we start?

His expression turned to one of horror and shock. S-start-t?

"The art lessons?"

I saw his face return to normal. Oh was I glad he didn't know how much I really wanted to start with him. But I guess it would be hard for him to recover if I just fucked him then dumped him again the next day.

Oh yeah sure. Erm, whenever you like I suppose.

I grinned. "How about you come over to mine? It's only a short walk from school" I said, trying to ignore the uncomfortable look that embellished his face.

Um.. I…uh…

"GREAT!" I yelled, knowing it was rude, but interrupting before he could get any further. "I'll see you there, eight o'clock!" I exclaimed taking a map from my pocket and circling my apartment.

But…I uh…

"I'm looking forward to it!"

.Hao?

I turned. Hoping he wouldn't reject my idea.

Thanks.

I grinned. Things were going pretty smoothly. I hadn't had the chance to socialize with people properly as a friend. The whole, 'friendly conversation' was just a taster test before I pounded them into the mattress.

Somehow, Yoh was different. I just knew he was.

Sorry this was a little short. Blame mercuryrose. Lol. I didn't want to rush into the whole relationship thing until, we know their backgrounds better,

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