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Ahhh! I've been getting so many messages from people saying they can't help but enjoy Masazawa as well :o

Please don't tempt me

However, thankyou for understanding my turmoil … hopefully this chapter will restore the twinness of the story :3

Last week recap:

He was beautiful.

Silky black hair hung almost to his shoulders, framing ivory skin and high cheekbones. His eyes were a piercing grey-blue, the colour of the sky after a storm.

Twins aside, he was the most attractive person I had ever laid eyes on.

I think I was expected to say something, perhaps make a witty comment on the unexpectedness of his appearance, or how looking like that he quite obviously wasn't Japanese; I could ask why his name was of Japanese origin, and how long his family had lived here.

Unfortunately, speaking was a beautiful sort of talent that hovered just beyond my reach, the sort of brilliance I could only dream of.

So instead I chose to gape. Now that was achievable … all it really involved was letting my jaw slacken and my eyes widen, as a sort of garbled mutter emanated from my throat.

Nekozawa looked amused – and what a beautiful amusement it was. One of his perfectly shaped eyebrows quirked upwards, and the corner of his mouth twisted itself into a half grin, as though he was fighting back a smile.

I thought it would be best to compose myself, so I lifted my jaw back up of the floor and stood on my toes to stretch for my speaking ability. Once I was safely back together, I managed to force out an engaging mumble of,

'Well. Well … that was … I wasn't quite prepared for that.'

Nekozawa laughed, that somewhat-threatening-yet-obviously-darkly-amused thing that he did so well, and stepped forward, placing a gentle hand under my chin to lift my eyes to his. I had never really paid any of his physical appearance much heed before, but now I realised just how tall he was. Looking straight ahead, my eyes were level with his tie – and this was coming from someone who was taller than average.

'Does my appearance deter you?' came the soft question.

His fingers were light against my chin, their lowered temperature making them all the more obvious. Our faces were only inches away, those eyes locked on mine, those perfect lips, locked in their state of amusement, so close that if I just … leaned up … just a little.

I slammed my eyes shut and pulled back quickly, in an attempt to snap out of it. So hey, maybe Nekozawa was supremely attractive, and maybe that had thrown me a little bit, but it didn't give me leave to simply throw all sense and caution to the wind. He wasn't helping either, with all his gentlemanly gestures and half-grins.

I took another step back, letting the distance clear my mind. I replied somewhat frostily, making certain not to look him in the eyes, instead concentrating on a spot just above his shoulder.

'I'm sorry Nekozawa-senpai, but I fear you are being far too forward. I must take my leave of you. Goodbye.'

Bowing abruptly, I turned and strode towards the door, past the horrified face of Tenshi-san, and Kanazuki-senpai, who still appeared oblivious to all that had taken place. I fixed my eyes of the doorway, steps determined, until Nekozawa called out.

'Will we have the pleasure of seeing you at our next meeting?'

Almost of their own volition, my feet stopped, rooting me in place. The old fear and uncertainty about the dealings of the black magic club crept in. Perhaps some of them weren't as threatening as they first appeared, but Kanazuki-senpai, and that other one, Aidou Miharu … I still had my doubts about their normality. Nekozawa too; he certainly wasn't what he first appeared to be, but his appearance held no sway on the many stories I had heard. Beautiful people could still be dangerous, even more so than most people. I still needed to watch myself around them.

As though sensing my uncertainty, Nekozawa continued.

'If you're interested, our next meeting is tomorrow afternoon.'

Well, this I could refuse, and with a legitimate excuse. Turning back to him, I bowed my head graciously.

'I'm so sorry. I would have enjoyed coming again, but that's one of the days my usual club meets.'

There. They couldn't argue with that one, and they couldn't curse me if I wanted to come and simply couldn't. The perfect solution.

'Surely they wouldn't mind if you missed a single meeting? After all, if you really do want to come to our meeting, it's not as though you would be missing out. In fact, if you were so taken with us, why not switch clubs? It's not that difficult a process, and then you wouldn't even have to worry about club meetings clashing with one another.'

It appeared that Nekozawa could argue with everything.

He had me though; I knew for a fact that my club would be fine with me only missing one meeting, and I had heard that switching clubs was pretty easy to do.

But I didn't want to!

I wanted the comfort of my books and my armchair – they were so much more accepting than these odd people and their confusing idea of hospitality.

I couldn't just say that though; not only would it reveal me as the terrible liar I was, it could lead to potential cursing and, by extension, death. Madly, I sorted through all the possible excuses I could use, struggling to keep my face clear of my internal turmoil. I opened my mouth to say something about club commitments and reading presentations, but what decided to instead tumble out was

'Oh, I just remembered! I told Momoka I'd go to the host club with her tomorrow!'

As soon as I finished, I clapped my hands over my mouth, as though to physical stop any more life-destroying words from tumbling out. Host Club? Where did that come from?

Oh God, this was bad. I'd rather spend time in the Black Magic club than that place of sparkles and tears any day. I mean, I had never been there before, but I had heard stories. A club which had the basis of beautiful boys entertaining squealing rich girls had never really appealed to me – I was awkward in any situation in which the number of people I didn't know outnumbered the amount of people I did.

And I had just voluntarily signed myself up for a session.

I had to go now, or they would know. Kanazuki-senpai was a regular guest, and I was certain Nekozawa would have her there to make sure that I did appear. I couldn't take it back and just say I was joking, else it would be incredibly obvious I had been lying, and then who knew what sort of horrors would befall me. Realising that Nekozawa senpai had started talking again, I tuned back in.

' – unfortunate. I hope you enjoy your meeting though. Perhaps you might even have the pleasure of seeing Reiko.'

It appeared I had been correct about Kanazuki-senpai's role as a potential spy. There was a threatening sort of glint in Nekozawa's eyes as he spoke that last line, as though he was daring me to not turn up, daring me to defy him. He was certainly more attractive without the cloak, but it also managed to make him even more intimidating.

I smiled tightly and replied, the epitome of civility.

'I'll be certain to look for her. But now i really must go.'

I spun on my heel and swiftly move to the doors, wrenching them open. There was no way I was engaging him in further conversation. I sighed happily as the doors swung outwards, the almost tangible freedom beckoning to me. Closing my eyes, I let it wash over me as I raised a foot to step out of the shadow, into the somewhat-less shadow.

'Yo. Is Nekozawa there? We'd –'

' – like to speak to him.'

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I wonder who it could possibly be? (as if we don't all know)

I hope that has sufficiently rerouted the story onto its original track!