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"I'm not going to spend a night with Doom and Gloom! You're the one that wants him!" Maaka said with a huff. The foursome had just made their way into the hotel lobby, still arguing over sleeping arrangements. Amaji let out a dry squeak.

"I- I do not want him!" She said, trying not to lose the verbal battle with the evil woman. Said woman laughed and crossed her arms under her breasts.

"Please," She said, annoyance apparent in her tone. "You're such a liar. You may be smart, but you're not good at being a conniving little bitch… I am." She missed Shuhei nodding away behind her. Amaji resisted the urge to throw something at him.

"Fine," The redhead said with a light sigh. "I'll sleep with Kira… Not like that!" She called as Maaka skipped away, laughing at the top of her lungs.

OOO

Maaka threw open the door to their room and flopped down on the bed, letting out a happy sigh. The soft mattress felt great on her tired body. A soft 'thump' and the bed sagging as more weight was added to it let her know that Shuhei had lain down next to her. Because he was a good ninety pounds next to her, he made the bed sag so much that she actually rolled down and settled against his side. He let out a tired sound and moved so his arms were stretched over his head, furthering how close she was to him.

"You're warm." He said in a tired voice, moving even closer to her. She sighed and closed her eye, liking his close presence. No! This wasn't right! In a flash, she rolled away from him and stood up.

"I'm taking a shower." She announced, making her way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against the sink and let out a sigh. Skillfully, she peeled off the bandage over her left eye and threw it out, making a note that she needed to replace it. She then proceeded to strip and twist the shower on. Stepping into the stream of warm water, the Shinigami ran her hands through her long black hair, feeling good. Her skin still felt a little warm from where she was lying next to Shuhei. With a little cry of annoyance, she smacked herself in the face. She could not be thinking like this! He was a captive, under her care, she could not get involved. She needed to get the nasty water from the lovey dovey tunnel out of her hair and off her skin. After she had scrubbed with sweet smelling soap and cleaned her hair with shampoo that smelled like apples, Maaka turned the knob off and stepped out of the shower. She was running a towel over her hair when the door opened, unknown to her.

"Wow, you have a nice ass." She jumped about a foot in the air at his voice. Immediately, she dropped the towel around her waist and whipped around. Shuhei was leaning on the doorframe, smiling at her.

"Knocking Hisagi, you should learn it!" She snapped, flailing her arms in annoyance. Angrily, she pushed past him and grabbed for a yukata hanging on the bathroom wall. She heard him chuckle before she put her hand on his chest. With a mighty push she sent him flying backwards into the room. Satisfied when he hit the opposite wall, the woman shut and locked the bathroom door. As quickly as she could- because, for all she knew, the bastard would just take the door off its hinges- she stripped and slipped into the soft silk yukata. With a sigh, she wiped the fog off the mirror and studied her reflection in the mirror. Lightly, she prodded her empty left eye socket, and wasn't all that surprised when it didn't hurt. She let out a groan and set her long bangs over it, as not to freak out Shuhei. Opening the door, she saw said man lying in the middle of the bed with his eyes closed. He cracked an eye open when he heard her approach the bed.

"That hurt you know." He said, making a show of rubbing his chest. She shot him a glare before sitting Indian style on the edge of the bed.

"Good." She said simply, shaking her hair out and splashing him with droplets of water. "Maybe now you'll learn to fucking knock."

"Why are you so mean to me?" His voice was filled with mock hurt. Maaka rolled her eye and let out an angry sound.

"Because you annoy me." She stated with a little shrug. Alright it was a little harsh, and maybe not the whole truth, but whatever.

"How do I annoy you?" He asked, rolling onto his knees. In this position, they were facing each other. They were also about six inches from the other one. The girl raised an eyebrow and tilted her head about a quarter of a degree.

"By talking."

"Should have guessed that one." He said with a little smile. Against everything she had been told about keeping distance from the captives, she smiled too. Shuhei raised an eyebrow. He had never really seen her smile; it was usually sarcastic, sadistic. He realized that he really liked her smile, it was cute. Surprising, on such a scary face. No, that wasn't true. Her face was riddled with small scars, but it was far from scary. The scars seemed to be more like reminders of battle. Besides, he'd be a hypocrite if he said she was ugly because of those scars. He was suddenly filled with a compulsion to touch her cheek; just to see if it was soft or not.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Her voice broke his thoughts suddenly. His eyes left the long scar just under her eye to study her whole face. She was giving him a curious look, the bright orange eye looking him over.

"Huh?" Shaking his head, he blinked a few times. He expected her to mock him or berate him for not listening to him. What she said surprised him a little.

"You looked like you were going to kiss me," Maaka's voice came out very soft. One hand came down to rest in between them as she leaned forward just an inch or so. Shuhei recoiled slightly from that statement. Did he? Of course not! She was a controlling, evil, conniving, bitch! She attacked him mercilessly, had hauled his ass to Hueco Mundo and was always trying to kill him. But, in the past few days, he had seen something else; a different side of her. This side smiled, laughed, and was actually kind… to an extent. She also wasn't too bad at dancing. Something inside his brain clicked: he wanted to kiss that Maaka. But he had no idea which side was her. Sure, it could all be an act. For all he knew, she was just softening him up for the slaughter. "Hello? Hisagi?" Again, she brought him back from the brink of majorly over thinking. Without considering anything, he brought his hand down on top of hers, squeezing her slender finger gently.

"I hate it when you call me that. It's just Shuhei." He leaned in so that their lips were practically touching. He could feel her holding her breath. "What's the matter?" He asked, smiling slightly. "Had nobody ever gotten this close to you, Maaka-chan?" His voice made her shiver. He had the most amazing voice for this kind of thing. It was low and husky, just right to send chills deep into her bones.

"What are you waiting for? Never done this with a woman? You could just pretend I'm Kira." She hissed, matching his tone. They were so close that she could practically feel his laugh this time.

"That would be bad. I imagine kissing Kira would be a lot like kissing a marble statue," His hand left hers and gently brushed against her cheek. He hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her face upward. "You on the other hand: you're warm. I think kissing you would be-" He was cut off by the woman. She leaned in the last inch or so and pressed their lips together. It wasn't a deep kiss. It was just the sweet caress of two lips pressed against each other.

"A lot like that." She finished for him as she pulled away. "Kissing me would be a lot like that." Suddenly, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her nearly into his lap. He collapsed sideways, taking her with, so that they were lying on the bed. Maaka almost questioned him, before she realized that he just wanted to sleep. With a little sigh, she turned so that the two of them were facing each other. She pushed herself a little closer to his chest.

"Goodnight, Shuhei-kun." She said softly, lightly entwining their fingers.

Alright! It's about damn time they got something started