Author's notes: Am I supposed to write a sequel for my fic? Oh well. I wrote it anyway so.. On with the fic!

Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me Zero's POV

I gently rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms. I lazily picked the clock up just to discover that two minutes from now, the training would start.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" I rushed to the bathroom and had a ten-second shower then brushed my teeth and headed straight to the location where the trainings were held.

I ran around, staring at my watch...

And seconds counted... 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5...

"OH NO!!!!" I yelled like a madman along the halls of GOA.

"4, 3, 2, 1?" I bumped onto a familiar person. He helped me up. Blinking, I looked at him.

...

"Hiead? We're late! What are you doing here?!" I eyed him.

"Yes, we are actually fifteen minutes late."

"Whaaaa-?! My watch disagrees!!!" With a struck of worry I checked my watch to give surety to what Hiead said.

"I changed the time for the clock in our room and obviously, your watch as well."

For the moment I was dumbstruck then next thing was... my usual shouting routine "WHAT THE HELLLLLLLL?!"

"I just thought that training's going to be boring. That's because I don't get to fight you."

"BUT I WANT TO ATTEND THE TRAINING!!!"

"Why? Cause you want to see Clay run away from you in the battlefield? Are you seduced by his running ability?" He firmly said with the I'm-serious-about-what-just-said tone equipped with it.

"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO INVOLVE CLAY INTO THIS??"

"Cause I think you guys have some sort of –relationship-?"

I can't help but laugh at what he said. "Like... What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Why the certain interest on fighting Clay?"

"I'm not interested in FIGHTING Clay. I'm interested about my training! I'd even want to fight you on that battlefield!"

He grinned again. He grabbed my left arm and headed straight back to our room. Then he raised his left hand and pointed directly to the bed. "That battle field?" He looked at me and smirked.

I turned red and looked away. "Horny shit."

"You're cute when you're like that." His usual teasing came along with the tight grip on my arm.

"Shut the hell up and let me go." I was still looking the opposite direction where I'm sure that I can't see his evil grins. As he continued to tug my arm to him, I didn't move. It somehow signaled that I would NEVER give in to his sensual moves again. We both just sat on my bed.

"Now, now... You shouldn't say that. I mean... Now that I'm beginning to like you."

He never joked that way. But by some means, I liked it. It was nice. Yet I still have to pretend that I didn't. After all, we're rivals, right? "Cut the crap," I said in an irritated pitch.

"It was a joke. You lack humor."

"As if you'd ever laugh if I told you that I liked you."

"Probably I wouldn't. I'd simply-"

"Simply what? Punch me or kick me all of a sudden?"

"No. I'd probably give you a hot wet kiss."

I couldn't think of something to say. My mouth opened yet there wasn't any sound. His eyes were heavily focused on the actions that my lips make. One of his fingers brushed lightly over my lips.

"Stop that." I turned to look at him with anger.

"Don't look at me that way."

"Don't touch me."

"Don't don't don't... Whatever. Just stay put and let ME do the loving."

"You know how to love? Now that's something new."

"I may not know but I could always experiment."

"Experiment? And the results come up with lust."

"Lust isn't that bad. We both enjoy it anyway."

"Am NOT enjoying any of your gigs."

"Really? Then how could I have easily dragged you here? You could've fought me on our way. You're NOT THAT weak, I presume."

"..." He was right. I did want to be dragged. I did want to be with him. Or... Did I? He's not special, is he? I'm not supposed to be happy when he's doing this, right?

"Why the sudden silence? Can't accept the truth? Or is it that you don't know what the truth is?"

"Why won't you just leave me the fuck alone."

"Truth... Let me see... Hrm..."

He just don't know when to shut his goddamn mouth. It did piss me off because he knows the truth... Because he knew that I didn't know the truth... Damn. My hands began to shiver in extreme annoyance. Hiead noticed this and let my arm go.

"I'd leave then. If you don't want me here."

He was testing me. He managed to walk a few steps from me. His eyes were closed as if he was in dismay.

My hands reached for him in remorse. "Wait..."

A smile marked his lips and from the silvery strands of hair on his face revealed his beautiful scarlet eyes. I can't be attracted to him. But I sure was. The mere fact that I let him hold me, touch me or even fuck me is enough to prove that his beauty in one way or another captivated me. Who could resist those wonderful eyes, those soft strands of hair, his smooth porcelain-like skin and the sexy curves of his body? I sure can't. I wonder if he's well... attracted to me too. I mean... He could've done this to Clay or even to Roose. I bet Roose couldn't run or be persistent cause he fears Hiead.

Without a word, he kneeled behind me and slowly undressed me. Wrapping his arms around mine, he placed kisses going down to my spine. My eyes voluntarily closed as I gave out soft moans of pleasure.

"You'd have to experience this eight times." He whispered lasciviously.

I fidgeted and put a hand on his cheeks. "Eight?"

"Yeah. That's because your number is eighty eight."

I chuckled. "Ooh-ok."

He crept in front of me and leaned me over the bedplate. His hands pulled my pants down and I reflexively helped him by kicking them off. This exposed my flesh. Hiead positioned his cheek over my crotch.

My fingers ran through the short silver locks that laid down my navel.

"Why are we doing this?" I asked him.

He didn't answer. All he did was move his tongue up my bare skin. Random moans came out of my lips. I'd moan out his name. I'd moan for him to do it harder. I don't know what was up with me and my behavior towards Hiead's games. I didn't understand nor do I want to. For now, I'd be contented with Hiead's gentleness.

The clock surprised me with its loud alarm.

"There goes our time."

"Huh?"

"We have to cut our session for this afternoon and reserve it for the next night." He took my pants from the ground and handed it to me.

I put them on just in time for Clay's sudden appearance from the door. We didn't lock the door.

"GAAAAAH! Stupid!!! You're so stupid!!!" I shouted with hues of pink on my face.

"Are you pertaining to me?" Clay innocently asked.

"Waaaaah!" I cried out loud.

"Huh?"

"I think he was pertaining to ME." Hiead walked off. "Next time, you should have the initiative to lock the door." He closed the door behind us.

"What was going on in here? Why do you guys have to lock the door?"

"Nothing! Bah!"

"Oooh. I guess you guys were trying to!!! Wha-!"

"It's not what you're thinking."

"What am I thinking?" Clay fixed his glasses with his middle finger.

"I don't know. What were you thinking?"

"You guys were planning to kill each other?"

I gleefully pat Clay in the shoulder. "How smart of you. That's right!"

With that I hopped away. Leaving Clay with a seemingly puzzled look on his face.

Until when can I hide my secret experiences with Hiead?

Tbc.