A/N: Another one!!! Thanks for the reviews…y'all are great!! By the way: who said that I owned these characters, I would like to inform you…that you're…..WRONG!

Chapter 3: By Max

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He reached over and patted the box, following the convertible at a higher speed. A smile graced his worn, handsome face as he fantasized at how happy she would be another item for him to peel off. He could feel his blood run sluggish at the mere thought of her underneath him.

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A comfortable silence filled the automobile as Seiji looked up at the rearview mirror, noting a sleek black, Komadero, the Japanese equivalent to the American Mustang, behind them. Shaking off the warnings that he was getting from Korin, he frowned, unaware that he was alarming his passenger.

"Seiji-kun, is something wrong?"

Turning the now-gray eyes to her, he spoke, "No, Nasuti-san, it's nothing." He reached over and patted her leg in a dismissive gesture, biting his lip. His thoughts were of the contrary, however. ~I hope. ~

Keeping her eyes on him, she tried to dismiss the feeling of duplicity that was emanating from the placid driver. "Okay," she said softly, thankful when she saw the outline of the University on the horizon. Hearing the honk of a horn behind them, she turned around and frowned.

"Oh no."

At the sudden drop in her attitude, Seiji whipped his head around from the road. "What? Who is it?"

"Managanita-Damien, he's an American exchange student. Rich heritage, but he's focused." Nasuti fidgeted in her seat, uncomfortable talking about a student with one of her friends, especially since Damien made it obvious on why he was taking her class.

Seiji raised a honey-gold eyebrow at her remark. "Since when was being focused ever a bother to you?"

She looked up and slit her eyes. "You know what I mean, Date-san. He's too focused on me!"

"We're here." He spoke softly, unlocking the doors. Instead of getting out like he did normally, he looked into the rearview mirror, noting that the tail was gone. "I'll pick you at seven, okay?"

Nasuti slid out, both feet first, starlet style. Seiji was acting strange; she noticed that a long time ago. He was less distant, and spoke much more then he did three years ago. However, lately, she had been seeing a protective streak in not only him, but in the other four as well. Ever since, she had told them during dinner, that her class only included fifty students, one of which was female. Suddenly hearing the car door open, she shook herself from her contemplation. ~Now, what did he just say to me? Uh, well, by the look on his face, he asked a question. ~

"Um-"

"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" He was standing on his doorframe, leaning on the vehicle's tan ragtop, a smirk on his Adonis face. It was easy to tell when the female figure of the household was distracted, so he repeated the questions. "I'm picking you up at seven."

"Oh, okay, sure. Bye Seiji, and tell Shin that we need milk." She shouted as he drove off. Turning heel, she walked down the sakura blossom covered path.

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Shinsha University was a small institution, but it's campus sprawled over the plains around Toyama. Building made of red brick provided a pleasant backdrop for the sakura trees scattered in the grassy knolls, set aside for studying and lunchtime. A sweet wind filled with the aroma of spring filled the air and swept the few unruly strands of hair around the somber mythology professor.

She sighed and resumed her train of thought, unaware of the quickly approaching company.

"Yaguy-sensei, may I have a word with you?"

"Montagne-san," She spun around, feeling rather surprised at the student's request. "What is it?"

The twenty-two year old Frenchmen smiled a gleaming grin at the attention that he had so easily received. "There are a few myths that I feel the need to discuss with you."

"After class?"

"Dinner, at your home, please invite your young friends, I need their opinion also." He spoke quietly, but forgiving.

Nasuti smiled a delicate smile. Darrien Montagne was one of her favorite students. The only one to not undress her with his light-green eyes, he was the only Romance major that she could probably stay in one room with and not be killing or killed. In class, he was attentive, spoke when needed and solid in his reasoning. Outside of class, he was her big brother, eating lunch with her, not caring what the other students whispered about the two friends, or fending off the pigheaded hormonal driven males that tossed whichever and all morals aside when dealing with their professor. Nevertheless, he never expressed interest in her, enough to know about he guys. ~Then again, did I really keep their living with me a secret? ~

"Yaguy-sensei?"

"Please?"

He smiled once again and gave a slight bow. "You need to be in class, Yaguy-san."

Slightly unnerved, Nasuti gave a clumsy smile and waved her dismissal, her mind bogged down by all of her thoughts and theories. "Thanks Darrien, I'll clarify later."

She said it to thin air, watching as the lean soccer player walked back to his dormitory.

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Moonlight filtered in though the gauze curtains, illuminating the two lovers, sprawled in the white muslin bed. Bronze hair mixed with mahogany, copper tones flashing under the full moon. Tanned muscled hands caressed flushed, feverish skin, making the wearer moan in sheer ecstasy. Pulling apart, sweat dripped off the sharp nose, finding its way into the tresses of the female laying underneath. The male spoke quickly, voice husky with passion. "Don't stop?"

Green eyes swelled under his gaze as her voice replied, "Excuse me?"

"Never stop."

"Managanita-Damien, do you have anything to add?" Nasuti stood in front of him, fully clothed and covered in dove-gray twill.

"No sensei, nothing at all." He said quickly.

Gabriel did not miss the blatant display of desire underlying the frazzled tone. Looking at his seatmate, he gave a concerned look into the professor's green eyes, his gesture being repeated by every other student present that day.

"Good, Managanita-san, I'll see you after dismissal." She spoke sharply, turning around to face the other side of the hall, seeing something white out of the corner of her eye. Setting the action aside until after class, she referred back to her lesson plans. "Okay, well, work on your research papers on the theories for the formations of the Seat of the Gods stone. You have six pages, typed, due Monday." Her last words, she said, just as the bell rang. Stepping back to avoid the proverbial tidal wave of human bodied pressing for the door, she felt something fall off her desk, but paid no attention. "Managanita-san, come here."

Damien gathered his books and came toward the desk, trying hard not to tremble with joy or say something stupid. "Yes sensei?"

Nasuti folded her hands and sat on her desk, crossing her legs, due to the skirt and the fact that her current companion was male. "Managanita, your grades are dropping. The quality of your work is failing and you never pay attention, what's gotten into you?"

"Nothing, Yaguy-sensei, I just have a lot on my mind."

At this, Nasuti smirked, knowing full and well on what his mind was focused. "Well, you'd better focus on history if you plan on receiving your credits, do you understand me?"

"Yes." He turned to leave, but heard her call his name and turned around.

"By the way, did you see anyone leave this box?" She knelt down to pick op the bow-enclosed box off the floor. Tilting and shaking to get an idea of the contents, she let a small smile play at her lips.

Damien froze, attempting to cover his anxiety. "Um, no…"

Nasuti let her smile drop and waved him off. "Don't forget your paper." She plucked at the bow and pulled it off. Lifting off the top, she pulled out the barely-there negligee, her eyes wide and mind reeling. She dropped it, seeing the letter, but not reading it. "What the hell?!"

Outside, in the hallway, he heard her outburst and smiled, but it quickly turned into a frown when he heard her call for security. "Yaguy-san, you're so predictable," he said while avoiding the guard who came running. It angered him when she depended on someone else, he was very possessive, and it was his nature. Possessive and selfish, he always got what he wanted. "I love you even more that way."

TBC….