Sorry it's so late! Between set crew (the school play is so near!!! ahhh!!!), dance, and massive amounts of Ap homework I simply never found the time to type it up. Thanks to all who reviewed that last chapter and sorry I didn't put this up sooner.

Title: Sweet on Him
genre: Romance/fluff
rating: K+
Disclaimer: I've never owned it before...why start now? Also I don't own Hershey's syrup...(you'll see!)
A special thanks to: prncssGrl1881, Dominosowner, xX Juno Xx, CommonKnowledge, and Random-post for the reviews!
Word count: 1775
date of completion: 3:10 pm, October 27, 2007
summery: Kimiko's planned her revenge. All she needs is Rai and some chocolate syrup. A very sugary sweet oneshot with a little strawberry twist

For a week she'd planned it, avoiding everything suspicious so he would gradually forget she'd sworn her revenge on him. Tonight was the night it would all go down.

She'd planned it meticulously leaving no detail, no matter how trivial, un-planned. It was almost time to throw this weeks worth of insane perfectionism and detailing into action.

She sniffed the loopy-lettered note once more and sprayed a hint more rose perfume on it. There were no spelling errors, no missed punctuation, and there was no way he'd turn this down. It wasn't like he was smart enough to see something beyond the periwinkle paper, and she made sure it sounded like her. She wasn't going to gush her heart out to him in the letter (that she'd decided one evening while trying to write) because that wasn't who she was and then he might catch on.

Kimiko printed Raimundo's name in neat calligraphy on the very front. It was a simple, short letter (she knew better than to make it too long or too wordy) and it basically stated that she wanted to talk to him about that capricious kiss at the Koi pond.

She put on another quick spritz of perfume to make it seem unsuspecting, and to put him off his guard. Naturally perfume on a letter indicates something good.

She folded the paper with her thin fingers making every crease exact and then she darted off to place it on his pillow before dinner. Grinning she pulled back the curtain and left the note in plain sight in the middle of his fluffy, coffee colored pillow. There's no way he'd miss it now.

Now it was just like fishing, she just had to wait for him to take the bait. Once he read the letter and came to ask her about it the real fun would start, but that would all have to happen after dinner.

In sheer excitement for the payback she was about to serve up tonight she could hardly concentrate on what she was doing. Her eyes tended to linger on Raimundo who happened to be sitting across from her as they ate at the short table. He, being the ever so smart boy he is, called attention to it.

"You okay girl?" he asked wiggling an eyebrow playfully. "Or am I just too hot?"

"I'm fine, and you're not hot." she snapped turning her crystal clear eyes to the floor and blushing a vibrantly showy red.

He watched her blush and grinned to himself, he'd been seeing her differently after the koi pond incident and enjoyed making her uncomfortable. Lightly he kicked her foot and he watched her immediately tense up.

This could work out in her favor though, 'let him think you like him, let him see you blush,' her mind advised.

Blushing shyly she tapped his foot. His grin engulfed his face at the returned action. They continued the game for a few more rounds until Raimundo's foot missed Kimiko's and hit Omi's. The clueless, bald boy proceeded to question the mistaken action.

"Raimundo why has your foot hit mine?" He asked curiously.

"It was an accident, I was..." he trailed off uncomfortable with the situation.

Kimiko sat giggling next to Omi, and Raimundo shot an irritated look in her direction.

"You were...?" Omi started.

"I was trying to kick Kimiko's foot," Raimundo admitted blushing.

"Oh, okay." Omi said. He seemed not to read anything into it, and didn't know that it was more than a simple action.

Clay chuckled knowingly and smacked Rai on the back on his way out.

"Good luck with her partner," he offered grinning.

Omi followed Clay out the door leaving the pair of compatible elements in a thick silence.

"Well..." Raimundo started before finding he had nothing to say.

"Yes..." she replied gently at a loss for words as well.

"I'm going to go..." he blushed putting his plate up by the sink and turning towards the door.

"Oh, okay." she sighed depositing her plate in the sink and starting the dishes.

'Of all the nights to have dish duty,' she mused to herself.

It might be for the better. He'd go read the note and come running back in, probably to try and seduce her, but would she be ready? There were two things she was still uncertain about, but they couldn't have been planned. One was being done with the dishes on time since it really wasn't her turn, but Clay traded her dish duty for the chocolate syrup which was vital to the plan so she had to accept. The more important uncertainty was being able to outlast a Raimundo seduction. She just didn't know it she could manage that...

Humming inaudibly she washed and dried all the dishes with her mind wandering to the sweet revenge she was so eagerly waiting to savor. As she was putting the basic, white plates away Raimundo snuck in and out of the kitchen in a flash, grabbing one mysterious item as he did. Kimiko noticed a sharp breeze, but shrugged it off reasoning that it must have been the wind.

Grinning she opened the fridge and located the bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup and pulled it off the shelf. She closed the white refrigerator door and walked down the hall to the unused meditation room keeping her prize well hidden under her pink t-shirt. She just had to wait a few minutes and she knew he'd show up. This was the time and place she'd told him to meet her in the note after all.

The room had been carefully selected because of how secluded it was, and how easy it would be to clean after the payback took place. There were no priceless vases, paintings, or rugs in this room and save for a light gray wallpaper and cement floor it was completely bare.

"Hey, so what'd you want to talk about?" a thick, Brazilian accent cut into her thoughts.

"Oh-um..." she blushed rapidly making sure the chocolate sqeeze bottle was well hidden.

"Your note? That was from you right?" he asked for clarification. He didn't want to spill his guts if it wasn't really from her.

"Yes. Well I've been thinking and it seems I just can't get the kiss off my mind," she sighed seductively.

Time for the seducer to become the seduced.

"Really now?" he grinned stepping so close to her that she could feel his breath on her lips. Millimeters closer and they'd be touching.

'Let him' her mind tempted. 'You want this'

No matter how intoxicating his lips she couldn't give in yet. She still had some revenge to serve up after all.

"Mhmm," she replied lightly, "something about those lips of yours are irresistible."

He began to slowly move in to kiss her when he found himself covered in a sticky, goopy substance.

"What the-" he started before shouting "You didn't!"

"I did," she smirked holding the chocolate sauce bottle in her hand the way one holds a trophy.

"Give me a hug." he grinned running after her with one of his arms outstretched, the other remained mysteriously behind his back.

"No!" she squealed ducking out of his range and turning to run. Some sweet smelling substance hit her back, and she looked back at him confused. She wiped a bit off with her finder and put it in her mouth. A strong fruity sensation erupted in her mouth, but he sprayed her down with more of it. She became drenched in the unusual substance.

"Always one step ahead of you." he laughed, and then proceeded to answer her unasked question. "Strawberry."

"How did you-?" she sputtered upset at being foiled.

He held up the bottle of Hershey's strawberry sauce and grinned, "somethings a guy just knows...and besides you sleep talk."

"That's no fair!" she pouted and the squirted him with the chocolate again.

He, of course, retaliated with the strawberry and they fought back and forth like this until the bottles ran out and they were covered from head to toe in the sticky, sweet sauces.

"Ewww!" Kimiko squealed slipping to the floor after trying to move.

Rai laughed loudly at her action and made no attempt to help her up, he was no fool...

But he also wasn't very smart and Kimiko grabbed his legs and pulled him to the floor with her.

"That was low," he muttered lying on his back feeling grossly sticky in every possible place.

"So?" she challenged.

"So this," he grinned rolling over on top of her so he was pinning her to the ground. Chocolate met strawberry in a sticky, dark colored mess.

"Rai, you're all sticky!" Kimiko grumbled.

"So're you," he teased. "And about that kiss earlier...you still owe it to me."

"I don't owe you anything." the Japanese girl vehemently defended.

"I think you do." he whispered moving slowly moving his lips over hers.

Without waiting for protest he brought his lips down on hers hungrily. She didn't mean to kiss back, but she couldn't help it. His lips tasted like a sugary strawberry, chocolate mix. The taste was unbelievablely overpowering. They pulled apart and together they managed to stand up. They'd deal with the room later, first they were going to get cleaned up. Master Fung wouldn't be too happy finding the mess, but they'd deal with that eventually, for now revenge had never tasted so sweet.

Finnies

So this ends the two-shot. I hope you liked it! The next one will be one of the next two, I'm going to let you guys vote. Whichever one gets the most votes will be posted on Friday or Saturday. Both will be posted eventually, but I really don't care which comes next. Here's the previews:

A: Kiss in a Can: She never shared drinks, but now she's dehydrated and Rai's the only one with water...can he convince her that it's nothing more than a kiss in a can?

B: Bless You: In Japanese culture the number of times you sneeze means something, and Kimiko just can't figure out why she always sneezes three times...

You vote, please review!

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