So, the love month is finally here. I decided to upload this chappie as soon as I can because a lot of things seem to set me in motion. That might eventually lead me into absolute oblivion that I've already written this chap.

Again, warmest hugs and appreciative grins to the awesome people who supported this fic: sodium nitrate, satomika, suryasree and eirist. Thanks!

Chapter Three: Disturbia

Valentines Day.

Vertical blue lines appeared on Fuuko's head.

She was walking on a deserted corridor leading to their Journalism room, her head hanging low. An inner conflict seems to bother her big time. Fuuko perfectly knew that she loathed this time of the year, shuddering every time some sappy, crappy moments or swooning females throwing some ruckus around their campus. Yet, here she was plucking up her courage as she was going to hand out some chocolate gifts to a guy she considered having a teeny-weeny bit of attraction. Like any other normal females do during Hearts Day.

Hold on. Teeny-weeny bit of attraction? Tiny your ass, Fuuko. You're having a MAJOR crush on a MAJOR hottie. The wind child snickered. Oddly enough, a happy sensation seemed to enveloped her as those thoughts came.

Finally, she reached the door of her destination. It was actually Fuuko's idea that she and Kenichi would meet up here after his soccer practice. Fuuko decided to meet the heartthrob in a private place, away from the prying eyes of the students as well as from the possible uprising of his fan club if ever they've discovered about them.

As Fuuko pushed the door ajar, her eyes widened in horror.

Someone was eating her home-made chocolate cake!

"Mi-chan!!!" Fuuko hollered at the silver-haired bishounen, marching in angry strides, her face already livid. "What do you think you're doing?!?"

The ensui master turned around to face the wind child. "Doing a taste test," he said indifferently. "Not bad for someone who've got no talent in cooking?"

"Taste test?!? Mi-chan, half of the cake was already gone; you'd still call a taste test?" Fuuko said incredulously. She felt her knees had gone weak. Icy darkness swept her as the horrible truth began to sink in. The cake that cost her around three sleepless nights to learn, was now being eaten by someone who isn't even the receiver of her gift. She saw that her white milk chocolates lay unwrapped as well. Her preparations have been down in the drain.

"It's not yours, did you even know that?" she said in a shaky voice. She's restraining her very will to do something murderous.

"I do," Mikagami said nonchalantly. "The more reason I believe that I should run a taste test, in case a valuable student like Shimizu might get poisoned."

"You're impossible!"

Mikagami looked at her, noticing her sapphire orbs gleamed on what he suspected as tears threatening to fall. That's definitely not a glare that he hopefully anticipated.

"Tell me Mi-chan. What grudge do you have for me… to deserve this?"

He opened his mouth to answer. No words came out. He did intend to make Fuuko angry but he didn't quite expect that she would be hurt, to bring her to tears. It never occurred to him how much this Valentine's presents meant so much to the wind child.

However, another male voice called Fuuko's name. Kenichi Shimizu stood on the doorway. It didn't matter if he indeed heard the hollerfest between him and Fuuko. What truly mattered was when Fuuko ran towards the door, where she being kept in Shimizu's arms pulling into her into comfort.

"The cake's all yours to keep. Happy Valentines Day."

Then, they left.

The ensui master thought he had done something irreparable. Admit it Tokiya, you couldn't apologize to her because you're furious that you weren't the one that she's handing the chocolates with.

xxx--xx

"I apologize for what happened earlier," Fuuko started.

They were sitting in the grassy side of the riverbanks, a long way from that where the unhappy place that she'd been. From the jerk who almost made her cry. The slight breeze brushing her skin seemed to lift her mood. Aside from the gentle presence beside her. Fuuko gazed at Kenichi's coffee-brown eyes. She saw concern, warmth, and comfort.

"You don't have to. I'm glad that you're safe, that nothing bad happened," Kenichi smiled.

Fuuko felt another tears welled up in her eyes. I'm such cry-baby! "I'm really sorry that I don't have any more chocolates to give you."

"Fuuko no amount or even what kind of sweets could ever replace the way you are being so thoughtful to me. I'm absolutely blessed that you're the sweetest thing in my life right now."

Kenichi's words sounded mysterious yet endearing. Tears slowly trickled in Fuuko's cheeks. Fuuko, you dumb! He'll hate you for that! On the contrary, Kenichi gently brushed away her tears with his thumb. He understood that this wasn't about the nasty incident earlier; he knew she was somehow moved by the things that he said. He provided a great sense of relief. Then he pinched her cheeks.

"You're still cute even though your face is all puffy from crying," he teased. I really appreciate your efforts Fuuko. He handed her a handkerchief. "Come on. Let's go somewhere fun. This going to be an official date, so don't ruin the mood by shedding tears again, okay?"

Fuuko nodded. She wiped her eyes dry with hanky that's been handed to her. They both stood up. Unexpectedly, she kissed him on his cheek, muttering thanks afterwards. Fuuko sprinted a few good distances before him, probably hiding the fact that she's blushing while waving her hands jauntily, as though gesturing Kenichi to run after her.

xxx-xx

The next day.

Somewhere in the school grounds, where the students are nowhere to be found because the classes have already started, a certain tall, silver-haired bishounen was seen strolling around the area. He looked as if he's searching for somebody. As he drew nearer to the stone benches, he saw the one he was looking for.

Sitting on a bench was the auburn-haired pretty boy, Kenichi Shimizu. Apparently, he was not yet in his class and he's reading a thick book. Mikagami approached him. Aware that Mikagami entered his line of vision, he glanced at him.

"What brings you here?" Kenichi asked in grave tone. Somehow, he'd an instinct on which topic they would tackle.

"Leave Fuuko alone, Shimizu," said Mikagami bluntly. Obviously, he didn't want to beat around the bush.

"Do you have any good reasons why do I have to that?"

"I'm Fuuko's boyfriend."

Kenichi raised an eyebrow. "If you really were Fuuko's boyfriend, you won't do any harsh things against her. But I understand that you feel protective of her, after all, you're just concerned for her. Just what like normal friends do," he said.

Tokiya clenched his fist. Don't you ever try my patience, Shimizu. My fist's itching to land on your face. "I'm going to keep my stand, leave her alone."

"Mikagami, I can only tell you this. You're the one who's trying to butt in Fuuko's life. You made her miserable. You're doing unkind things to her. Personally, I think you deserve a good beating for that," Kenichi said coolly. He had to maintain his calm.

He continued, "Nobody's there to blame if ever Fuuko's having a change of heart except you. It isn't my fault either. "

With that, Kenichi stood up, excused himself and left.

There you have it, another insane chappie for me. Gomen ne. Anyway, the question here is, which side are you in? Team Kenichi or Team Tokiya? Well, I guess that it's a stupid thing to ask because in the FOR fandom, tofuu rules.

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