Heeheehee, I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! Ever wonder why the stories you like are the ones that are hardly ever worked on? It's because the author/ess was just typing out a plot bunny to get it out of their head and never expected anyone to like it, after all they don't. That and/or they're grounded or they're computer-less. Usually with me it's all three, but after 34 reviews (last time I checked) and one e-mail confessing love for me and the story I decided to continue also, after at least 7 reviews (once again the last time I checked) asking why I had this story rated G, I changed the rating. It's now rated R, if only for language. Sooooooooooo, here we go.

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Title:Kissing Lessons

Author: Kyoshi Nanashi

Pairings: Um...2x3 if I ever actually continue this...

Rated: So far? PG. Eventually? With me there's no telling.

Disclaimer: Get real. Not even. I wish.

Warnings: This idea was thought up after watching The 10th Kingdom twice in a row. If any of you have ever seen it there's a place in Kissing Town that gives kissing lessons to all ages and so this fic idea was born.

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Chapter Two

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Usually Trowa was the first pilot up, but as his emerald eyes fluttered open and glanced at the digital clock beside his bed he realized that for the first time in probably years he had slept in. With a quiet groan the boy sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Why had he over slept? Probably because he had subconsciously been wanting to avoid Duo and the other pilots for as long as possible, his sleep-fogged mind supplied.

With a sigh he rolled from his bed and sleepily stumbled to the bathroom connected to his bedroom. Now he remembered why he liked to be awake before all of the others. He could wake up as slowly as he needed and not feel vulnerable in front of them. Slowly and with none of the grace that he usually possessed he stepped into the shower and turned the tap on cold, trying to prepare himself for the beginning of the next two months.

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Cautiously, Trowa stuck his head out of his bedroom door, expecting at any moment to be attacked by a long chestnut braid attacked to arms, legs, and energy. When it didn't happen, however, he just as cautiously stepped out of his room, trying not to make any type of sound but knowing that it was a hopeless effort with still being half-asleep. Still, nothing happened.

Finally, after waiting like a scared rabbit at his doorway for at least ten minutes, Trowa made his way down the hall, towards the kitchen, craving his morning coffee like an alcoholic craves vodka. Making his way into the kitchen, Trowa blinked when he saw that all the other pilots except the one he was currently apprehensive about seeing were sitting in the sunny yellow room in their normal places.

Not trusting the Deathscythe pilot to not pop out from nowhere he was still cautious about making his way over to the counter to the bubbling coffee pot.

"Good morning Trowa! I'm glad to see you're finally awake."

A bright cheerful voice split the air as he poured his coffee, making him jump, pouring the hot black liquid all over the counter in the process. As the panic that momentarily took over him receded he realized that it hadn't been Duo's voice that had greeted him, but Quatre's sunny one. Righting the coffee pot, he slowly turned to meet four astonished stares directed at him.

"Good morning...uh...Quatre."

Trowa felt his cheeks heat up and looked at the floor and the accumulating puddle of coffee.

"Jumpy, Barton?"

Wufei was the first to recover from the astonishment of seeing Trowa Barton, acrobat, dropping something.

"There really isn't any need to be, Maxwell isn't here."

Trowa's gaze snapped up from the floor to meet Wufei's, shocked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he's gone, on a mission and he won't be back for another three days."

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T.B.C.?

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If I do write another chapter hopefully it will be out a little sooner, ne?