What's up, guys? I have come back way too soon to give you another chapter for this lovely pairing fic. I just really love writing these. It's like writing all of the ideas that pop into my head into one whole story. It makes keeping track of my ideas so much easier, don't ya think?

This time, it's a KyouMado chapter because I love this couple so much. No offense to GinMado shippers; they're cute and sweet and all but not my cup of tea. Anyway, I think I owe you readers happier and funnier chapters than ones about unrequited love, even though I received massive acclaim for that one. Thanks again, Neko chan and Lizzy girl! ;)

Pairing: As mention before, KyouMado and some mention of others.

Rating: T for language and suggestive content.

Disclaimer: Don't own MFB, just my OC. Also this idea was inspired by another fanfic writer, so thank you again, guineapiggie and TV shows I watch. So don't hate on me just 'cause I added an OC or anything like that.

So, yeah, as usual, read, enjoy and review please!


Sunlight streamed into the bedroom, filling the room with warm and relaxing heat. Kyouya Tategami's cornflower blue eyes flew open and he blinked a few times to rub off the morning grogginess. He peered around the room and then at his alarm clock. It hadn't rung like it always did and he had to slam it down with frustration. But the digital device signaled that it was way past his usual alarm setting, that it had already been reset.

His dark eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. His head was still foggy and the green head wondered if he had gotten drunk at a pub somewhere last night, but no. He didn't feel like he had a hangover or recalled going anywhere last night. In fact, he had stayed in this apartment, with . . .

Kyouya looked down at himself and bolted straight up in bed. The bed was unmade. The cream colored satin sheets were tangled up around him and the pillows had small dents in them and even little tears in the fabric. One side of the bed was empty, but the covers were rumpled there too, which meant that someone else had been there too.

Suddenly, the events of last night came back to him. The events that made the pine haired boy both grin in breathless delight and blush, a soft and warm red rising to his cheeks. Did he actually-?

As the boy in the bed tried to reconcile the confusion of where the other person went and disappointment at if that person abandoned him this morning, suddenly his sapphire orbs caught hold of a shadow moving down the hallway towards the room. The shadow soon came into the light, wearing one of his rare white button down shirts with the sleeves rolled up and the end of it hitting mid thigh on her petite frame. Her creamy legs were bare as she walked barefoot into the room, two mugs of steaming coffee in her hands and a sweet and angelic smile present on her rosebud pink lips. Her blue eyes were sparkling amorously at him.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Madoka Amano whispered softly, the sunlight making her maroon locks glow warmly. She handed him one of the hot mugs. "I made you a coffee."

"So it wasn't a dream," replied Kyouya, taking a tentative sip from the mug. His tongue was scalded by the hot, bitter taste of it, but he didn't care. He needed the stimulus. He smiled at her over his cup of coffee.

"No, it wasn't a dream. Even though, I think you've had that kind of dream before, right?" She raised an eyebrow slyly at the green head, who smirked again, but tried to push down the warmth rising to his cheeks again.

Kyouya attempted to clear his thoughts, but all he could think about what had happened last night. Kissing on that very bed, tugging off each other's clothing with impatience, their limbs intertwining in a hot with passion embrace . . .

He blinked. "Well, I loved it." He just couldn't stop smiling at her, which was very rare for the Leone blader.

"Yeah, me too. Our first time." The brunette smiled again, but it soon faded as she bent her head down, almost shyly as her mane of maroon hair fell around her face like a curtain, which made Kyouya's fingers itch to brush them out of the way. He couldn't stand not looking at that beautiful face of hers.

"Are we telling them?" Madoka finally asked, looking back at him with those lovely aquamarine eyes that sparkled with so much light.

"No," Kyouya said immediately. "It doesn't concern them, does it? Besides, we've kept it secret this long. Why should we tell them now?"

"Because I'm pretty sure the others will get pissed off if they found out and we didn't say anything about it. Don't you think that will happen?"

Kyouya did think about it. Depending on usual reactions, Gingka would be shocked, Masamune and King would laugh and tease Kyouya and Madoka's asses off mercilessly being the horny idiots they are, Tsubasa and Ryuga would probably be calm for the former but the latter would definitely not care at all. And the other girls would probably rejoice by jumping and squealing and gushing and doing whatever girls did when they found out about secret relationships that had been going on for a while. Not to mention Yu, who was way too young to understand any of that stuff. He didn't really see any pissed off reactions in the bunch of friends they had required. He was more worried about what everyone would do after that. Everyone tried to interfere with relationships, trying to 'help', like they did with Hikaru and Ryuga, the latter getting totally mad in the end and blowing everything to bits with L Drago.

The green head just shuddered at the thought. "Not really, but come on, Princess," he crooned, using the nickname he always utilized with her. She was just like one, as graceful and regal and beautiful as one. "Can't we just keep it to ourselves again?"

The brunette girl sighed in exasperation, but then smirked again. "Okay, sweet pea."

Kyouya grimaced. "Don't call me that." His hand then trailed up her pale arm, his fingers dancing along her skin as he finally reached the collar. He proceeded to slowly yet deliberately pick apart the buttons, revealing inches of bare chest.

Madoka smiled, obviously knowing where he wanted to go and was happy to oblige. "Well, I do have the day off, don't I? And we'll all be hanging out here later, so I guess I get to stay twice."

"Yes, you do. But," he pouted with mock concern, "what should we do?"

"We could get something to eat." The giggling girl happily played along.

"Oh, yeah. Your cooking's fantastic. Or we could watch some TV." Their noses were barely touching each other's and Kyouya could smell the girl's delicious scent of sweet, soft vanilla, the creamy smell matching the tone of her porcelain skin.

"Yes. Or maybe this." She then leaned in, a laugh escaping her soft lips and a huge grin spreading across her face, flashing out pearly white teeth. Her lips found his own and he groaned against her as their bare bodies pressed together again. His fingers sought out her hair, digging into the mass of warm and soft curls while Madoka buried her own digits in his fine pine green locks. Their mouths battled for dominance, which Kyouya won as usual and needles of pleasure scraped against his nerves inside of him, just as soft and subtle as the thick, dark maroon eyelashes brushing against his cheeks . . .

"Kyouya! I'm here!" an all too familiar voice called out from far away, deep in the apartment. The pine haired boy's blue eyes flew open widely and he broke away from the kiss, breathing hard.

"Oh my God!" he gasped, tremendously startled at the sound. The mechanic tucked away in his arms seemed much less concerned but she yelped in surprise as Kyouya dragged himself down to the floor, her following in the process, the covers tangling up between them as they fell to the floor with a soft thud.

They both immediately jumped to their feet, having been safely hidden away by society and breathlessly committing acts of love. But now, they were extremely frazzled and they clutched the nearest things to cover their naked bodies at the sound of another voice in the apartment. Kyouya was donning the covers like a cream Greek like toga and Madoka hid her small frame behind a pillow that had been discarded on the floor.

"Oh my God," Kyouya breathed again, still trying to cover himself up with the cover while a million thoughts rushed into his brain at once.

The girl had recognized the voice as well and turned toward the boy, a look of bewilderment present on her soft features. "I thought you said Nile was in Egypt," Madoka said with an inquiring tone as she raised a dark eyebrow.

"He was in Egypt!" Kyouya responded back in a hurried manner and looked around the room. He then fixed his eyes on something to the side. "He's not supposed to be here." A memory then flashed into his mind, about Nile telling him over the phone that he was returning from Egypt and would check in with him first like he always did when he came to Japan. Kyouya had sighed and replied with a bored "Whatever", but now he closed his eyes, trying to prevent an eye roll at his stupid, lacking memory drive and groaned internally. He gestured over to what he was looking at. "Hide," he ordered in a hushed tone.

"What?" Madoka replied, incredulous.

"Hide," he repeated in a more forceful voice, shaking his hands for emphasis.

"Are you serious?" she pursed her lips, obviously vexed, but Kyouya was too busy hearing Nile say, "Hey, where are you?"

"Now." The green haired man ushered her quickly across the room and pushed her gently toward the closet door that was ajar. "Get in the closet."

"No!" she argued in an obstinate manner, her blue eyes angry. "I am not getting in the closet."

"Get in the closet!" he hissed very quietly as he heard Nile's telltale footsteps getting louder, telling him that he was closing in on his room and they were running out of time. "Go!"

Madoka pouted and groaned in annoyance and vexation, but managed to hustle into the closet and pull the door open just as the Egyptian boy walked in.

"What did I miss?" he asked, looking around the room, unaware of what went down in that very room.

"Nothing much, except perhaps my doorbell," Kyouya glared at him with sapphire daggers.

"Sorry about that. Just got back and everything, so a simple 'Hello' would do." Nile shrugged, his emerald green eyes sparkling with happiness at seeing his team mate again.

"Yeah, welcome back and all that," the green head muttered, still sitting on the bed. Nile wasn't taking a clue, was he? But his blue eyes widened in horrified surprise as he saw Madoka's black bra draped haphazardly on the floor a few feet away. Luckily, the Egyptian boy hadn't noticed it yet. He quickly yet subtly kicked under the bed with his foot when Nile wasn't looking. The other boy finally looked back and his eyes narrowed at Kyouya's bare chest.

"So what are you doing?"

"Making the bed. What does it look like?" he grumbled sarcastically. "Now, you should go see the others. We're all meeting here in the afternoon, so you can come back then. Meanwhile, can I at least put my clothes on?"

Nile finally seemed to notice and blinked in confusion, then nodded his head, his spring green eyes wide with curiosity at why he was naked in the first place. "Of course. You get to that. See you later."

"Yeah, whatever," the green head threw the usual sentence at the walking out boy. But Kyouya felt a soft material hit the back of his head. It was his shirt. He looked back at the closet with a rueful glance and briefly met the narrowed aqua blue orb shooting daggers at him. He shrugged helplessly and he heard the brunette girl inside scoff.


Later that day, everyone was indeed hanging out in Kyouya's apartment. Nile sat on the long sofa while his girlfriend, Katherine Kishatu lay her head in his lap and flipped casually through a magazine, her signature red wine color tinted shades placed over her eyes despite the lack of sunlight or outsideness.

Her brother, Ryuga carried the same stoic expression as he sat in a chair and blankly stared at the television while Yuu Tendo sat in front of him on the floor, his puppy dog emerald orbs watching the screen intently as Spongebob danced across the pixels.

Tsubasa leaned against the wall and was watching the two younger boys, King and Masamune, who were currently sitting on the floor as well, laughing their heads off at something ridiculous. Katherine gripped at her ear frantically, as if she experienced a horrible static sound at a radio station.

"Shut up, you two!" she grumbled in that cold and harsh way she always dismissed the two troublemakers, glaring at them with what would have been chestnut brown eyes, but were shielded by her sunglasses.

Ryuga's girlfriend, Hikaru Hasama whisked herself out of the kitchen with a plate full of warm chocolate chip cookies, which Yuu yelled an excited "Cookies!" at. He ran over and snatched one and grinned up at the bluenette between a mouthful of cookie. "Thanks, Hippety Hop," he cried out in between another mouthful, coming out in a muffled voice. Hikaru smiled back and then pecked Ryuga on the cheek, who blinked and actually blushed. He was only so used to public displays of affection.

"Ooh, Ryugie's blushing," Katherine piped up in a mocking voice, using Yuu's occasional nickname for the Dragon Emperor. The snowy haired male glared over at his younger sister with his amber orbs, but Kat shrugged it off.

"Oh, Kitty Cat's only teasing," Yuu dismissed innocently. "By the way, where's Yo Yo?"

"God, kid, quit calling me that!" the Leone wielder growled as he walked into the living room and plopped himself down in a chair.

"Okay, Yo Yo."

Kyouya rolled his eyes at the ignorant child while the others chuckled in amusement. Suddenly, Madoka came out of the kitchen, an expression showing a perplexed feeling evident on her face.

"Has anyone seen my phone?" she inquired, looking around the room.

"Nope," Kyouya dismissed as he still glared at the little blond boy perched down on the floor, not even bothering or looking around to see if she dropped it anywhere.

Katherine actually made some attempt by peering around the flat at one eighty degrees before shaking her head and returning to her magazine. "Nada over here."

"We'll find it," Masamune reassured quickly, jumping to his feet.

"Maybe you left it in the kitchen," suggested Hikaru, looking at her brunette friend with concern. The other girl shook her head, saying she had already checked there and patted the back pockets of her jeans again for the umpteenth time, seeing if the device had magically showed up.

"Maybe we should play make believe," said Katherine sarcastically, giving Madoka an amused stare.

"Huh?"

"Pretend that your phone is here. Where would it be?"

Madoka was beginning to get annoyed at the brunette, her temper flaring but she coolly responded, "Katherine, there's no time for games. I probably left it at the B-Pit."

"You sure?" King muttered absentmindedly as he keyed in the petite girl's number into his own phone. Soon, a faint musical ringing sounded through the apartment.

Kyouya's eyes fractionally widened and he quickly pushed down any evident guilt, but Madoka couldn't help but let a fierce blush rise to her cheeks. She made sure not to look over at Kyouya, who now looked nonchalant about everything and hoped anyone who saw her blush perceived it as a furious one.

"That can't be," she whispered and Masamune walked down the hallway. Towards Kyouya's room. Uh oh.

"Well, well," Tsubasa smiled knowingly as he leaned against the door's threshold to Kyouya's room as Masamune crouched down on the floor and brought up a buzzing cell phone from near the bed.

"Now how did that get there?" Masamune grinned as well, his voice curious. His chocolate brown orbs sought out Kyouya's sapphire ones. The green head shrugged.

"Must have mistaken it for mine," he mumbled. Madoka had to admire his fearless yet lazy attitude toward this. Kyouya was excellent at not showing any guilt or in fact any emotion.

Besides, the phone must have gotten there last night when it slipped out of her jeans' pocket. Along with the rest of her clothing. Kyouya's following in the process.

"You mistook Madoka's phone for yours," repeated the silver haired man, doubt and disbelief evident in his deep voice, a silver eyebrow raised and his gold eyes flickering with amusement.

"Yeah. I never use it anyways, so when I went to pick up Leone the other day, I must have taken her phone instead of mine." Kyouya shrugged again, like that solved the whole puzzle. "Simple mistake."

"Or excuse," Katherine muttered under her breath, but only Nile heard and he frowned down at his girlfriend.

"Well, yeah," Masamune agreed.

"But why would it be on the floor?" questioned Tsubasa, still playing detective, which was beginning to bug the questioned man a lot.

"I leave it on the bed, so it must have fallen off. Why must you have exact facts, Tsubasa?" Kyouya shook his head in a joking manner.

"There could be another reason behind it."

"Like what?"

Tsubasa just raised an eyebrow.

"Oh," the pine haired man breathed. "You believe I have some weird, perverted attraction to the mechanic who fixes my Bey every time I ask her and that's why I have her phone. So I can sleep by it every night and creepily dream about her." He finished the sarcastic rant with rolling his cornflower eyes around in their sockets.

"Your words, not mine," the other man said, raising his hands in an innocent gesture.

Kyouya rolled his eyes again. "Yeah, Tsubasa. You've solved the mystery, all right."

"Guys!" Hikaru said, clapping her hands together. "Now that this is out of the way, who's up for snacks?"

"Me!" Yuu shouted happily.


As soon as everyone left, Madoka stood in the doorjamb, her arms crossed and she glared at her secret boyfriend, who standing in front of her, a sheepish smile on his lips.

"So are you now going to apologize for hiding me in your closet?" she said. Her words had a dangerous bite to them and made Kyouya feel even more guilty.

"Look, Nile just showed up and I acted on instinct."

"Instinct? Were you embarrassed for Nile to see me?" Secretly, Madoka was hurt by the actions and believed he actually did feel that way.

"No way, Princess," he dismissed, grabbing her hands and pressing them against his warm chest. She gasped at their proximity. She was still surprised to know that he was hers, and she was his. She had dreamed of what had happened that night for a long time and now that they had actually done it, she felt so delighted that their relationship was at the next level. She then smiled up at his tanned face.

"Alright. I guess I forgive you."

"Well, you can't stay mad at me and my hotness for long, now, can you?" he grinned, a smug color to his voice but that only made her giggle, flashing him that smile he cherished so much. His hand trailed up to her cheek and their lips met in another chaste kiss, but soon turned into a battle of the clash between lips, tongue and teeth. Madoka broke it off, her cheeks flushed pink and her cerulean blue eyes sparkling.

"But that was a close shave today. Both times."

"Yeah," Kyouya breathed out. "We have got to be more careful."

"I'm glad you're not blaming me. But still, that thing with Nile," she shook her head helplessly. "That was not your finest hour."

"Oh, come on!" he groaned. "I thought you were over that." Suddenly, a hopeful light glinted in his wide, guileless eyes. "But . . . maybe I could make it up to you."

Madoka smirked again and stepped forward, their bodies closer than ever. His voice had dropped to a husky whisper and being his perceptive girlfriend, she knew exactly he wanted. "Well, now we are alone. I suppose since we also know Nile isn't going to barge in here unexpectedly, we could go for round two." Her smooth, pale eyelids drooped over her eyes as she leaned toward his face, their lips inches -no, centimeters- away.

Kyouya swallowed. She was so close, her blue eyes flaring with deep desire. Her voice was as low as his. She was all sultry and sexy, the Madoka Amano only he knew. "Actually, it's more like round five."

She laughed again and pushed him down on his back onto the bed, instantly straddling his waist. "But this time, my lead."

He grinned widely back, happy to oblige. "Anything you want, Princess."


"Didn't you notice anything about them?" Katherine snapped at Nile as they walked down the street. It was night time and the street lamps provided golden glows for light, giving the empty street an eerie yet mellow aura.

The Egyptian boy narrowed his green eyes at his brunette girlfriend. "Notice what about them?" he asked innocently, not catching on to what she was talking about.

"Argh! They're sleeping together, Nile, you oblivious idiot!"

"Who?"

The brunette glared at him angrily from behind her sunglasses. "Kyouya and Madoka, duh!"

"How do you know?" Nile was just there this morning and he didn't sense anything that screamed 'sex' to him.

"Because didn't you notice anything off about them this afternoon? Her phone had just magically appeared in his bedroom?" she raised a dark eyebrow at him. Sometimes, Nile didn't get her aloof attitude but that just interested him more.

"No, not really," he answered truthfully and slowly, throwing her a questioning glance with his spring leaf green orbs as they walked down the street. "But just because they're close doesn't mean they are romantically involved."

"They aren't romantically involved!" Katherine swore that sometimes Nile was the dumbest guy at romance in the world. He wouldn't know it unless it came back to bite him in the butt. "You don't need romance for sex, Nile."

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow in challenge.

"Yeah, save us, I mean. But you can't honestly look at them and go with that 'just friends' option. right?"

"I honestly can."

"He got her a coffee a couple of days ago. Now what does that tell you?"

"I wasn't there."

"Nile," she said warningly.

"Alright, that just proves he's bringing a drink that will wake her up after all that work she does on those Beys at night. It's like a thank you gesture for fixing Leone, right?" He looked at her hopefully, raking a hand through his orange and chocolate brown locks.

Nile knew she was wearing sunglasses, but he could tell that her eyes were wide as she froze on the sidewalk and stared at him. She probably wanted to either slap herself of him. He hoped it was neither.

Luckily, that did happen. But instead she groaned once again in frustration. "No! Because he's banging her brains out, Nile!"

"I didn't see any banging."

"Whatever. Just go back to today and look really closely at the details. What did you notice?"

Nile sighed and looked upwards, as if he were trying to remember. He recalled walking into Kyouya's bedroom, when he was half naked, or perhaps fully naked. Then that afternoon, Madoka's phone was found in his bedroom, the exact room Kyouya was naked in that morning. Also, Madoka had been blushing when Masamune found the phone and was looking everywhere except Kyouya. And once, the Egyptian boy remembered when Kyouya had come back from the B-Pit with Madoka, rubbing at his face to clear up what now looked suspiciously like red lipstick and Madoka's clothes had been rumpled and her hair was messed up.

Seeing the recognition on Nile's face, the brunette girlfriend smirked and crossed her arms in self satisfaction and smugness. "Well?"

"I guess you're right. How much do I owe you?" the boy asked with a sigh.

"Hmm," she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I'll think about it."

"If it has anything to do with banging your brains out, I'd rather get you a coffee," he suggested sarcastically with a smirk.

She shook her head. "Nah. We'd be throwing each other around the room, fighting about who gets to be on top, right?"

"We already do that, babe." He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

"We do, don't we? Well, honey, it's my turn as always." And grabbing him by his collar, she pushed him up roughly against the lamp post and pulled him in for a proper kiss.


I really hope you enjoyed that 'cause I loved writing it. Please take a moment to review and tell me if it was good or bad. Thumbs up or thumbs down? See you guys soon! xoxo -N