AN: I recall making a deal with myself that I'd only do one story at a time...Ha! Well, as you can see, that didn't work out. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about Tangled Magic.

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'It's been about four months since we started practicing together,' he mused.

Leon's hand gripped the bar; one arm carried the duty of holding his entire weight.

He bent his arm as he focused on bringing his body into a horizontal position. His muscles burned as he attempted to keep his body straight.

He looked up at the ceiling and kept the position for as long as he could.

With an exhale of breath, he relaxed his body.

He looked over to where Sora was. Since they practice together so often, they were able to test out some moves for future productions.

Other moves were just challenges they presented to the other.

'Has she found the rope yet?' He noticed that she was close to it.

Today, he brought out the long, thick corded rope with a small noose at the end of it.

The last time he brought it out, she challenged him to catch it with his foot while wearing a blindfold. The first go he felt his foot graze the opening, but didn't enter it. He readjusted his mental calculation and he was able to get it in the second time. He heard her sputter out nonsense at his success.

He was only sorry he didn't see her expression.

She swung pass the rope. When she turned to look at him, he could see her brown eyes gleaming with determination and the ends of her mouth quirked up.

'I'd say she wants a challenge.'

Both made their ways to opposite platforms. Since it was one of the larger practice rooms, there were a couple more trapezes. However, he was sure to place the rope where there was a wider gap between two trapezes in order to prevent any tangling.

"What do you challenge me to do?" Her voice called out with unmasked eagerness.

He let out a small smirk.

"Catch my hands as I spin from that." His chin gestured to the rope.

Her hands rested on her hips with a huff. "Two hands? Isn't that too lenient?"

A silver brow rose. "You think you only need one hand?"

She tilted her head up. "I don't think; I know."

He felt his smirk widen. "Alright then. What's your bet?"

Sora had started the tradition of placing non-monetary bets a few weeks ago. He still wasn't sure how she got him to play along, but he did.

The bets started off small: the loser had to buy the other's choice of drink from the vending machine; other times Sora won a bunch of lollipops while he won a bag of pastries…small stuff like that.

Very soon, they started to place bigger bets, starting with buying lunch and then picking up the other's cleaning duties around Kaleido Stage.

The latest bet that Sora had to do was wash a day's worth of dishes when he requested it of her.

He knew from the smile on her face that she thought it wouldn't be so bad.

He made sure to prove her wrong by bringing in loads of food to the after party the following night. He had never seen her with her mouth so open—she obviously knew that he would be calling in his bet for that day.

She had asked if he cooked all of that, no doubt trying to gauge how much there would be to wash. He replied in the negative, stating that it was all food from a restaurant. When her shoulders relaxed, he felt compelled to inform her that he, of course, had to reheat the food in the microwave and stove.

"I am sorry to say that I misjudged the amount of food that fit in certain containers. It was unfortunate, but I had to switch out multiple dishes and pots in order to accommodate the large portions."

It had been a while since he was on the receiving end of her wrath. Her kind and energetic personality made her slow to anger.

He was quite proud of the fact that he could bring it out in a matter of seconds.

He focused onto the present as she spoke up. "My bet…" her fingers tapped against her hip, "if I win, you'll have to clean my room for a week."

He slowly blinked at that bet. 'Is she aware of the implications of that statement?'

By her huge grin, he'd say not. Well then, he'll just have to enlighten her.

"When you say room," he started out slowly, "are you referring to your dressing room or your bedroom?"

"My bedr—" her eyes widened as she realized what she was saying.

"N-No! I meant my dressing room!"

Soon after that statement, he noticed her cheeks tinted a rosy red. 'That's not the right choice either,' he thought with some amusement.

Her hands frantically fluttered before her. "Gah! Not my dressing room!"

He leaned against the pole. "Is there some other room you'd prefer me to clean?"

Her hand covered her eyes in embarrassment.

"Forget about the cleaning bet. I'm changing it," she groaned out.

He allowed her a short moment of mercy.

"Ok, I get to drive your car for a week."

"You have a license?" He couldn't recall ever seeing her in a car.

"Yeah, I just like to take public transportation. You get to meet all sorts of people that way."

'Only she would make friends with random strangers.' He nearly rolled his eyes.

He considered her bet. "I'll agree only if I'm in the car while you're driving it…if you win, that is."

"Deal!" she chirruped. "What's your bet, partner?"

"You have to clean my car for a week."

She tilted her head at that. "If I washed the car the previous day, I really don't have anything to clean the next day."

He inwardly grinned at her naivety.

"The first day, you'll vacuum the inside of the car; the next day, the windows; next, the main body and the next day the tires and rims followed by—"

"Alright, I get it!" Her stance spoke of her irritation.

'This will be interesting,' he thought with no small amount of humor.

"We have a deal?" he asked. She replied with an enthusiastic affirmative.

She called out to him once last time before the challenge started, "I get three chances, right?"

With his nod, she jumped off of the platform.

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She waited as Leon twisted the rope.

'This is my last chance.'

The first time was a practice test. She only grazed his arm with that try. The official first try she completely missed and her hand momentarily touched his fast moving hair.

Despite the speed he was going at, she was able to feel the silkiness of the silver locks. 'Who knew Leon takes care of his hair?' Though, she supposed it could mainly be his genetics.

The second time, their fingers brushed. She wondered if she was the only one that felt a strange thrill from the contact...

This third and final time, she is determined to make it.

It wasn't that she wanted to drive his car that badly. While it was a nice, sleek smoky grey color, she wasn't a car enthusiast to truly appreciate the make and model of the vehicle. 'Knowing Leon, it probably is a high end car.'

What drove her was more simplistic: she was challenged, therefore she must win.

However, a bit of revenge motivated her as well.

Ever since the time he had her do all of those dishes, she's been meaning to get back at him. 'Maybe I can drive by a baseball field and somehow put one of those fake baseball stickers on his windshield to make him think a stray ball cracked it.'

She just knew that getting access to his car would be a great opportunity for some harmless payback.

Leon called out to her; signaling that he was ready.

"Ok!"

With her response, he let go of his hold on the twisted rope. His body spun even faster than before, his hair was a blur of silver that nearly covered his outstretched hand.

'Jerk, you sped up!' She unhooked the bar as she watched him.

'If you think that's going to intimidate me, you're wrong!' She let out a huge grin. 'It's only motivating me to do this.'

She jumped off of the platform and swung a few times to gain enough momentum to reach him. When she was ready, she launched herself off of the bar.

Her eyes quickly looked for his hand. In a split second she saw it and instinctively reached out for it in that same moment. Her hand gripped his forearm loosely. She felt herself slipping down and tightened her hold. Instead of relying on her sight for this, she relied on the sense of touch. The spinning disoriented her sight. Her hand stopped slipping around his wrist.

Joyous laughter filled the room.

Sora bent a leg while she enjoyed the spinning. When they finally slowed, she peered up at him with a large smile. "I got your hand!"

He quirked a brow in amusement. "You got my hand," he agreed.

He watched as she let out another laugh. "However, you did not win the challenge."

Her laughter abruptly died. "What?"

"The challenge was that you would get it within three tries," a slow smirk appeared on his face, "and it took you four."

"But the first one was a practice test!"

He tilted his head to the side. "I do not recall agreeing to a practice test. You asked for three chances to fulfill the challenge."

She frowned. "If that was the case, why did you let me do four tries?"

He nonchalantly shrugged. "You seemed so determined; I thought you would appreciate the opportunity to see if you could do it, regardless of our bet."

As she silently fumed at him, he continued with the business at hand. "Since it is near the end of this week, I will expect you to arrive on Sunday in order to fulfill the bet. I prefer it to be done in the morning as I have some business in the afternoon."

With that said, he let go of her hand.

He could have sworn he heard her yell something in another language as she hit the net.

"Swearing in your mother tongue does not change your loss."

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