Alya: Valentine Day is the day where girls throw chocolates at guys. * evil gleam in eyes *

Atobe: What kind of Valentine Day did you have?

Alya: Of course I was joking. Ne ne, Kikyo-chan, does Atobe get chocolates this year?

Kikyo: I'll see...

Alya: Hehe~ Enjoy chapter 21!

21. Valentine Day

The month of February came along, and in less than two weeks, it would be Valentine Day. Flustered, Kikyo wondered if she should hand make Atobe chocolates of buy him some instead due to his pickiness. Sitting in the living room of her house, she flomped on the table in frustration. He was the Captain of the great tennis team after all, he was bound to get chocolates from a lot of girls. Will he specially eat her chocolates out of all the chocolates he recieved? If so, will he like it? Should she hand make it? Whatever it was, she decided to give a go at making chocolates.

Getting her servants to buy the ingredients, she followed a recipe she found off the internet on truffles. Waiting till she had seen Atobe's room light go out in the house next to hers, then she went to her own kitchen, and started on warming the cream and butter.

For several nights consecutively, she stayed up late to make the truffles, and it caused her performance in school to fall exponentially. She was often spacing out in class, sometimes even snoozing, that the teacher thought she was falling sick, and wanted to send her home. But to make sure Atobe did not realise anything, she slapped herself awake while refreshing in the toilet.

The night before Valentine Day soon came. Standing in her kitchen, Kikyo had finished her final batch of truffles, that seemed presentable to her, and tasted normal. Packing them into the box, she tied a white ribbon over it, before placing it in the fridge, and heading off to bed.

The next morning, when she headed out of her house with an extra bag, Atobe who was waiting to cycle her to school noticed the extra bag, as she plonked down behind him.

" Happy Valentine Day my darling," he turned back and kissed Kikyo's forehead causing her to effectively turn to a shade of scarlet.

" Mm," she nodded.

Smirking that Kikyo was not so honest, Atobe kept quiet about it, and simply rode off to school, thinking how was he going to have to bring home all the chocolates. Of course he would get Kabaji to help him move the mountain of chocolates to the car...

It was finally the break, and Kikyo's classroom was filled with squealing girls. Of course, all of them were surrounding Atobe, praising his good looks, his tennis play, and technically everything about him, meanwhile placing chocolates on his table, telling him to remember to eat their chocolates, that it was a must he ate them.

" Atobe-kun, I know you have got Hanazono. But if you ever get tired of her, please feel free to find me," a girl said, and immediately incited squabbles.

" No, Atobe-sama should come to me first! I gave him my chocolates first!" another girl squabbled.

" I asked him first!" the first girl said.

" I'll not cast Kikyo aside," Atobe coolly answered, dashing the hopes of the squabbling girls, who were tossed out of the squeezing around Atobe's table, while fresh girls took their place, and once again started putting chocolates on his desk.

Clutching the bag in which she put her truffles, Kikyo sighed inwardly. How was she ever going to give the chocolates to him? If she did not pass it to him, it would be such a waste of her sleepless nights, just to make it for him. Besides, she was so tired, and she would like to quickly hand him the chocolates and get an early leave to go home for a nap.

By time she finished hesitating, school was over. Packing her bag slowly, she watched Atobe, as he played with his ever changing phone, and waited till everyone left the classroom.

" Is that mine?" he asked softly.

" Mm," she nodded, " Happy Valentine Day..." she murmured, handing the bag over.

Opening it, he smirked, " Truffles," he said as he took one and popped it into his mouth before asking, " Hand made I presume?"

" Mm," she nodded again, " How is it?" she asked.

" Well, normal," he replied eating another.

" T-That's good..." she tried to hide her disappointment.

" The first chocolate ore-sama ate today," he added, popping another truffle into his mouth before smirking at her once again.

It then dawned upon her that though Atobe was accepting the chocolates, he did not eat a single one of them. She smiled brightly, and wanted to thank Atobe for waiting to eat her chocolates, but before she could do so, she slumped forward, onto Atobe's chest and simply snoozed, tired from the burning of the midnight oil trying to make the truffles.

" You're really too cute," Atobe muttered, as he packed her box of chocolates up again, and piggybacked her to the school gates where he had already gotten someone to pack all his numerous chocolates into.

Sliding into the car, Atobe allowed Kikyo to rest her head on his shoulders. However, as soon as the car started off, she woke up, but pretended to be asleep instead, enjoying resting her head on Atobe's broad shoulders.

" You're awake," it was a comment.

" Mm," she answered.

" You made it in the middle of the night?" he asked gently.

" Yes," she replied.

" I wonder how are you going to make me chocolates if we get married," Atobe said, " Without me knowing," he whispered.

" It would be a given I'd give you chocolates. So you may sit in the kitchen as I make them, and so just look forward to what kind of chocolates I will make you, not how," Kikyo replied, " Since I made you truffles this year, next year I'll make you a chocolate tart," she started planning.

" I look forward to it then," Atobe mused at Kikyo's childishness, " Get some rest. I'll wake you when we get home," he bent down and kissed her forehead.

Alya: Must be so sweet~ Imagine having your beloved sitting by the kitchen counter, watching as you are making him Valentine Chocolates! * squeal *

Kikyo: Its every girls' dream~

Atobe: Chocolate tart next year... What about the year after the next?

Kikyo: I haven't thought of it yet.

Alya: Reviews are a nod nod!