Chapter 2

I changed quickly, because I was eager for this final class to be over. I hate gym. I'm always chosen as the "perfect example", but I always fall flat on my face. In front of everyone. Including Makura.

I'm screwed.

And, inevitably, I fell—hard— in front of the whole school on my FIRST DAY. The coach called on me to line up the class for the warm-ups. As I was jogging, out of my corner of my eye, I saw Makura lunge at someone. The Coach didn't see; he went too fast for any "normal" person to see. I was alarmed, so I didn't pay attention to the thin air that was in front of me. I fell, tearing open my left knee and skinning the heels of my palms.

The whole class burst out in laughter…except for Makura. He darted up to me, picked me up swiftly and told the coach he was taking me to the nurse after allowing me to wash the blood that was gushing down my leg. The coach didn't even have a chance to speak before Makura whisked me off to the dressing room entrance.

"Hikari, are you okay?" He asked, setting me down gently. I wobbled once, but regained my posture quickly.

"I'm fine," I said confidently. "I'll be perfectly fine! I broke my leg a in our second year of Secondary School, remember?" I smiled. "I have a first-aid kit in my purse, so I'll be okay!"

He blinked a few times; amazed at how confident I am whenever I get hurt. He smiled and shook his head. "Just go get dressed. And wash off that blood!"

"Yes, Koyamo-sama" I love pressing his buttons. It's very amusing.

As I was bandaging my leg, a bolt of lighting flies past me, burning my neck and shoulder. I squeeze my eyes shut because of the pain. It was then Makura ran into the room and threw me into a storage closet, locking the door behind him.

Makura landed on top of me, making sure if anyone attacked, they would be attacking him, and not me. My neck and shoulder burned horribly, as if I was actually struck by the lightning, instead of feeling the radiation of it on my skin.

"Hikari! Did he hit you? Did he get, you Hikari? Hikari? Hikari!?"

"Yeah, right here," I pointed to the spot. The spot had already begun to blister.

"Damn, that's pretty bad…but it's only a burn…He didn't hit you with the bolt obviously…" He blew on it, his breath icy. Makura blowing on it felt pleasant and soothing; He not only had the power of fire, but he could heal burns as well. I opened my eyes when he stopped, seeing…eye candy.

The black dress shirt was hanging off of one shoulder, and completely undone. His skin was dripping wet, not unlike his hair. His chest— his perfectly chiseled chest— gleamed as he lit a random candle he found in our surroundings. His pants were undone, though not to the point where you could see his boxers (I'm pretty sure he wears those and not ahem "tighty-whities"…at least…I hope he does. . ). His knee is in between my legs, and pretty far up.

Blushing, I try to look at his face, but it's turned away. It doesn't take me long to realize that my shirt is unbuttoned almost completely, exposing my black lacey bra for all (him) to see. My jumper is also undone…though not as far as I had originally thought. He quickly opens the door and walks out, standing with his back to me as we button up.

"Let's not tell anyone about this, okay, Hikari?" He picks me up and carries me to the nurses office; all to look convincing.

"Of course not! It'll be our little secret."