A/N: *hides under the covers* GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMMMEEEN! DON'T KILL ME- I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF! I really didn't think that it would take so long to update. I didn't think I would have so many problems with the school work, the freaking genius that I am *pats self in the back*. And I didn't think I would have come across such good books… Hehe, any ways, so now the new chapters up. Thanks to those who gave me those most inspiring reviews, and for those who favorite and followed my story. You people rock *salute*

Edited: I didn't notice that the chapter was not fully updated. So sorry for the inconvenience guys!


Enraiha Under House Arrest?!

I was faced with a dilemma. I've been pondering over it for quite some time, but still couldn't come up with an answer. Time was running out.

Strawberry or vanilla?

I hungrily stared down at the cakes, wondering which one to have for breakfast. But I Just. Could. Not. Choose. Damn! I've been non-functional ever since this morning, when I woke up and… and…

Do not dwell. Do not dwell.

Chanting the mantra in my head, I gave up and decided to finish off both the cakes. Munching on their cakey goodness, I wondered how long it would be until fresh food ran out. What would we do then? I pondered half-heartedly. The pantry was stocked when we arrived in the island. Come to think of it, who brought our luggage that day? I had assumed Father had paid delivery people to do the job, but only Kannagi family members could set foot on this island.

Maybe he had someone from the family do it then… probably not someone of much importance.

I brushed off the thought quickly and resumed savoring my breakfast. When I was done, I quickly put the dishes in the dishwasher and made my way to the living room, where our luggage was still present. Giving Kazuma's leather bag a baleful glare, I dragged my pink trolley to the bedroom. The only bedroom.

*sigh*

What was Father thinking?! I asked myself for the hundredth time, setting the bag down. Looking over my shoulder at the bed, I could just make out a mop of messy brown hair. Now, his body was swathed in the sheets-thank god for that! This morning, I was rudely awakened to find his half-naked body entangled with mine, with his legs around my bare thighs and his hands circling my chest, just below my breast. The only reason I didn't slice him up and feed him to youmas right then and there was that when I swiveled around to confront him, his sleeping face was just inches from mine, and damn him, he just looked so peaceful! It was a novelty for me, for anyone, seeing Kazuma in that state, with his defenses down, looking so… vulnerable.

Shaking my head, I mentally berated myself for going soft, before glaring at the sleeping male in the room. It was nearly noon, and he still didn't look like he was waking up any time soon. Lazy bastard.

Turning my attention to my bag, I unzipped it, hoping to find something light and comfortable. Due to all the rush of the exams and preparation for the ridiculously long training session, I couldn't pack up myself and Yukari and Nanase volunteered to do it for me. Last night, I wore the first thing my hands grabbed. Obviously, the embarrassingly revealing lingerie had been their idea of a joke, and albeit the consequences, I appreciated their efforts to cheer me up.

Smiling serenely at my friends' thoughtfulness, I dug my searching hands into the bag.

That's strange…

I ripped open the bag and dumped its contents on the floor.

This can't be happening!

Pieces of clothes littered the floor; triangular scraps of fabric, shapeless jumble of frills, satin and silk… And through the bundle of clothes much too embarrassing to even contemplate putting on, a rectangular piece of paper poked out.

In a daze, I retrieved the card. Written across it, in fancy cursive, were the words:

This is as much a present for Kazuma as it is for you Ayano. Enjoy!

"Nanase… Yukari…" I whispered, a maniacal gleam in my eyes, as a smoldering piece of paper drifted down on the floor, slowly turning into ash.

Meanwhile, in a certain cake-shop….

"Achhoooo!"

Yukari and Nanase looked at each other in mild amusement, each rubbing their noses with a 'kerchief.

"It sure is not the same without Ayano here," commented Nanase sadly.

"No, it totally is not! But we shouldn't be too selfish. She need some quality time with Kazuma, they need to work things out," consoled Yukari.

"Do you think she found out about the clothes yet?" Nanase asked apprehensively.

"She must have." Yukari replied.

Both girls looked at the other, violet eyes to golden ones, fear clear in both pairs.

"D-don't worry," Nanase tried to sound convincing, "It's Ayano, s-she really wouldn't hurt us. And Uncle Jugo was the one who came up with it. He promised to protect us, remember? We have nothing to worry about!"

Yukari looked a little relieved, but both girls still had their doubts. It was true that the leader of the Kannagi family himself requested this of the girls and they knew how much Ayano respected her father. Then again, their friend wasn't known as the hot-headed princess of the Kannagi family for nothing.

Far, far away, in a mystical island out in the sea, the said hot-headed princess was still on her knees on the floor, frozen with shock. Bikinis, swimsuits and lingeries littered around her.

"Wow Princess."

A husky voice broke through her trance as a large hand reached down to pull a particularly revealing white bikini top from the offending pile.

Ayano wheeled around, and behind her stood none other than Kazuma Yagami in all his bare-chested glory, with his sleep-tousled hair, spinning the apparel around his index finger, a fat smirk plastered across his ruggedly handsome face.

Ayano's face turned the colour of her hair.

"I must say, I quite approve of your wardrobe Princess." Kazuma continued nonchalantly, as he fought to ignore how his body reacted to seeing Ayano kneeling before him in her "nightdress".

"Looks like my summer will not be as boring as I predicted." Smirking, Kazuma dropped the top on Ayano's lap.

"Be sure to wear that some time Princess. Sometime soon."

Ayano was at a loss for words. What did that pervert mean? Was he actually flirting with her? Wait, that can't be… He was probably teasing her. Wait, when did he wake up?! How come she didn't hear him sneak up behind her? What's going on?!

"That's way too many questions!"

Ayano screamed in her head, her eyes going in spiral turns. She felt dizzy.

"Get dressed fast Princess. We need to get started with your training. Meanwhile, I'll go get a cold shower. Something tells me I'll be needing one quite often in this island." With that, Kazuma and his smutty grin disappeared into the bathroom, leaving a flustered Ayano behind.

It took some time for the meaning of his words to sink into Ayano's muddled brain. As soon as the realization struck her, birds were seen to scatter from the treetops as a shriek of "PERVERT" shook the entire island.


"Die Kazuma, DIE!"

I followed the constant stream of cussing and death threats to the beach, chuckling with humor. It seems as though I was never too far from the Princess' mind. As I neared the source of the ruckus, the power in the air told me that Enraiha was out and caution must therefore be undertaken. But that thought fled far from my mind when Ayano finally came into view.

Holy fuck!

She was actually wearing the bikini that I had toyed with this morning. What the hell- is she trying to egg me on or something?!

Easy there, Kazuma. Stop acting like a freaking teenager going through puberty.

Mentally castigating myself, and thanking kami that I decided to wear loose beach shorts, I walked forward as if I wasn't aware of my raging hard on. Training was going to be a challenge, that's for sure.

Ayano still wasn't aware of my presence, too intent on the cussing out she was giving me. Mentally chuckling over some of the more 'creative' vocabulary she had invented, I used that time to feast my eyes on her form. I've never seen her so exposed and frankly, I quite enjoyed the change.

I was wondering whether I could quickly go back to the bungalow to…erm, find some release, undetected, when Ayano finally took notice of me. She saw me ravishing her with my eyes, and instantly turned a worrying shade of puce. No surprise there.

"Ready Princess?" I tried to put on my pokerface and moved closer, knowing it was time to get serious. She simply gave me a dirty look before turning towards me and slightly lowering Enraiha.

"Okay, we'll start with some basic stuff. I'll throw wind walls at you at increasing intervals, which you will have to break. No dodging."

"Sounds simple enough." Ayano had an arrogant smirk on her face. Which made it even more amusing for me to utter my next words.

"You will not be using Enraiha."

She surprised me again by perfectly maintaining her posture, only giving me another dirty look and saying, "Okay, what's the punch line?"

Oh dear, I almost feel sorry for her.

"I'm not joking. Enraiha is under house arrest until I say otherwise." I gave her my most deadpan look, hoping that she would take me seriously and get started with the training, because for fuck's sake, I don't think I could take any more of her standing so provocatively near me wearing the scraps of clothing that did absolutely nothing to hide her body.

Get your head out of the gutter Kazuma!

I waited patiently as Ayano slowly processed this shocking bit of information, her expression giving away from disbelief to confusion, horror, and finally, fury. As her face turned red and steam started coming off her ears, I piped in," Don't blame me, blame your old man. He was the one who came up with the goddamn idea."

"Don't lie Kazuma. Father wouldn't suggest something so absurd. He's the one who said I need to get better with Enraiha. STOP JOKING AROUND OR I'M GONNA FRY YOUR ASS. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, YOU PERVERT?! HOW DARE YOU BLATANTLY LIE TO MY FACE, WHY YOU! I DON'T SEE WHY YOU HAVE TO TRAIN ME ANYWAYS. I TOTALLY KICKED YOUR ASS THE LAST TIME WE HAD A SERIOUS FIGHT! YOU WOULD DO BETTER TO REMEMBER THAT, YOU SKANKY LITTLE…."

She had wound herself quite a bit into the tirade, brandishing Enraiha inches from my face as her hair decided to adopt a life of their own as the streamed around her face like an octopus with way too many legs.

I idly wondered if there was any point in attempting to reason with her.


Huh, as I revised through everything that I have written, I just noticed this chapter also does very little for the plot. What can I say? I'm a sucker for AyanoxKazuma fluffiness. Don't worry though, I am going to put more action in this, in every sense of the word *wink*. But before that happens, I have to strengthen their bond romantically so that our favourite couple can be a little more than a shy, airheaded Princess and her reclusive, cunning knight (at least that's the way I see them at the end of the first season). This is my first fanfiction, so that makes the process all the more difficult.

Review, that's an order.