AN: Well, didn't quite get the number of reviews I was hoping for, but that's ok! I'll try to write better, so that my dear readers will want to review this; thanks anyway for reading! Oh yes, I also forgot to mention Satoshi's age. My summary said that Shigeru is 25, so I'm going to make Satoshi…24. Yes, that should be about right.

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Cruel Intentions

Chapter 3: Dressed to Kill

I'm always dressed to kill

And I feel like I owe it to the world

But I owe it to myself

And you're, you're not here

And I can't stop pretending

That you're forever mine...

Dressed to Kill (A New Found Glory)

Shigeru's PoV:

This wasn't happening. As I sat on the sofa and listened to Satoshi's bustling around in the guestroom upstairs, I wondered just what I did to deserve this. Alright, maybe I do know what I did to deserve this, but catch me admitting that. The cup of coffee in my hands was turning cold, so I downed it in one shot, wishing that it was a martini instead. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I faintly remembered needing to check up on an experiment…

Right, as if I would ever let Satoshi remain in my house alone. In fact, I had a good mind to just throw him right out through the front door. Go, Shigeru, do that now.

It was at this precise moment when I was formulating my battle plans against invaders, that Satoshi and his wonderful sense of timing came bouncing down the stairs, effectively causing me to lose all resolve. He was…adorable. The dopey hat on his head was tilted jauntily to the side, his messy black hair sticking out all around it, and to top it all, Pikachu was busy rubbing cheeks with him. Was it just me or was his jeans a few sizes smaller than usual…NO. Shigeru, steer away from that train of thought.

"I need to go shopping," Satoshi said, while plucking at his jeans with a slight pout on his lips. That's not fair, I thought, he wasn't allowed to pout; it should have been against the darned rules.

"Fine, I'll see you later." There. Make it clear that on no accounts, would I be going with him. To my surprise, however, he didn't protest but merely nodded thoughtfully, and asked, "Will you be back for dinner?"

Oh no. What should tell him? Yes? No? I don't want to tell you? I settled for the truth.

"None of your business," I retorted, as dismissively as possible, and tried to leave the house. I needed to get to the labs quite desperately, if only to check on that experiment, of course. No other reasons to leave MY house hastily, is there?

"But Geruuuu…" Why on earth was the brat a Pokemon Master?! He whined with the expertise of a five year old kid! Still, I don't think a five year old could put in a slight sultry undertone to a whine, like he was quite certainly doing at the moment.

"Back at half past seven. Don't wait for me."

I left as fast as I could. I didn't want to see his expression. I could just imagine the triumph.

Satoshi's PoV:

HAH. I did it. I managed to get Ookido Shigeru to give a straight answer. Believe me; that was more difficult than fighting the Elite Four. I watched as his flashy car turned round the corner, before running out onto the driveway. It didn't take me long at all to locate the hidden spare keys. I had expected Shigeru to be more careful, but hey, don't blame good luck.

It was 11.45, meaning it was time to meet Kasumi and see if I could look the part of the clueless seducer.

This wasn't quite going according to plan. After that monster of a girl dragged me through every single boutique down the street for about four hours straight, I began seriously considering suicide. Worse yet, I haven't had lunch. It was like my worst nightmare had come true.

"Kasumiiiiii, can't we take just a short, tiny- PUT THAT BACK DOWN!" Not only did my whining fail to get me anything to munch on, Kasumi's wonderful fashion sense had compelled her to pick up a tight purple vinyl sweater.

I'll rather get shocked by Pikachu than wear anything like that.

"Quit turning down everything, Satoshi, and try those on!" By those, she meant the black leather pants, and the loose tank top of the same shade, that I had adamantly refused to try on. And it really wasn't my fault! The items were ridiculous. The pants were only about three sizes too small, and the top…the top, well, it was just weird. At that moment, I wasn't too sure why I had wanted to do away with my usual affair of jeans and blue jacket thing.

So, as it was, I foolishly voiced my opinions to Miss Don't-shoot-my-ideas-down-or-else.

As fate would have had it, I stomped out of the changing rooms five minutes later, for her to appraise and criticise.

"It's amazing! Just look at yourself, Satoshi, I bet you never would have guessed you could look decent." While Kasumi was too busy congratulating herself on her amazing judgement and creativity (don't ask me what was so creative about black pants and a tank top), I snuck a peek at the full length mirror, and blinked. Then, to add on to that for good measure, I began to blush. Horribly. The pants certainly didn't leave much room for the imagination.

The outfit was sexy, that's for sure. But…I wanted to be accidentally seductive, not…blatantly, obviously flirtatious. Kasumi, however, always had a solution, no matter how disastrous. The white silk button down shirt she threw over me was the exact opposite of the leather pants; way too big, such that it hanged…and slid down, all over the place.

"Just tell him you were cold," she said, when asked about the total uselessness of the garment. I was pretty disturbed by the wink she delivered after that. Our little shopping spree had resulted in me spending more money than I ever had since forever, but hopefully the money wasn't going to a waste.

As we walked out of the shop and into the nice, WARM summer sun, I felt the need to thank her, if for nothing else other than her time. However, before I opened my mouth, Kasumi spun around and asked me casually, "so, how are we going back to your boyfriend's house?"

After spluttering indignantly for a minute or so, I finally managed to mutter under my breath, "he'snotmyboyfriend."

Kasumi eyed me sardonically. "Sure, whatever you say. More importantly, you need help with tonight's romantic dinner, and I know better than most that you can't cook to save your title."

Thanks, Kasumi, for reminding me that for a Pokemon Master, I'm undoubtedly quite a loser.

Shigeru's PoV:

I unlocked the door with a weary sigh, and wondered if I should just go out for dinner or order takeout. The ridiculous experiment had backfired, thanks to my oh-so-intelligent co-workers, and I really didn't appreciate getting my lab coat set on fire, all because someone was careless enough to knock the whole row of test tubes into the boiler.

As I pried off my shoes, I noticed the amazing smell of food in the air, as well as a faint glow coming from the living room. Right, I forgot all about my unwanted guest. Well, at least the accident took my mind off Satoshi for the afternoon, although, if he did cook dinner, then he was a lot more welcome than before.

Anyway, I decided to check.

The room was warmly lit by candles, and on the dinner table, I saw a nice, romantic dinner, set up for two. Oh great. I suppose I should have tried this on him, so that he couldn't have pulled one on me. Too bad, then. I noticed the figure curled up on the sofa, with the yellow rodent sleeping peacefully on the carpet next to it. A smirk grew on my face. It was time to wake sleeping beauty.

Not that he was beautiful, or anything.

The sight I saw when I reached the sofa, would have made a lesser man take back that last comment of mine, and apologise to the heavens for being blind. I, however, was way above that. Oddly enough, the knowledge of my superiority didn't stop the strange quickening of my heart, or the sudden shortage of breath that I was experiencing. I think…I think I was about to get a heart attack. There could have been no other explanations for it, certainly not explanations along the lines of creamy fair skin, a smooth and flawless face, dark eyelashes that were long enough to leave shadows, and his new attire. I shamelessly let my gaze wander up and down his sleeping form, and decided quite happily that when Satoshi woke up, I would kill him.

That brat, that annoyingly childish brat, was definitely, certainly, positively, not allowed to be sexy.

As I stood there pondering my dark fate, Satoshi's eye's fluttered open, and gazed up at me with those large soulful orbs, that twinkled with the light of the stars in the heavens… great, I was beginning to wax lyrical about his beauty. The day couldn't get any better.

I was so wrong on that point.

"Satoshi, do you mind sitting down and eating properly? Only, it's becoming difficult to eat like that." It took me great pains and determination to prevent my voice from wavering. I could hardly be blamed; Toraeru Satoshi, the minx from my nightmares, had innocently draped himself across my shoulders, as he helped me to refill my wine glass. Why was he serving me dinner, anyway?! He had almost as much right to be eating as me.

"Mm, I'd rather just hang around for a while more." His voice! His stupid voice!! I could feel the heat in my face rising. This was really bad. The only thing that irked me more than having Satoshi try to seduce me was the irrevocable fact that it was actually working.

"Well, you might be fine with it, but I want to eat. Get off." Good one, Shigeru, you finally managed to inject a harsh quality into your voice. It was the first time this evening, but my victory died almost as soon as it came around.

"Uncomfortable?"

I froze. This wasn't happening (Actually, on hindsight, I seemed to think that a lot these days). Satoshi's last comment was whispered right into my ear, his lips pressed against it, and I could feel his teeth gently tug at my earlobe, and he…he…he just licked my ear. This was Satoshi, Mr Clueless, Mr Innocent-to-the-point-of-annoying, and he actually dared to lick my ear!

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I didn't bother trying. Apparently, my lack of response thrilled him, because he laughed softly, his breath tickling my neck. The close proximity was seriously getting to me. I needed him off, fast.

"Your food's getting cold," I managed, controlling my voice to the point where it once again sounded like its usual calm, composed self. Satoshi didn't seem offended by that at all; he just nodded, and detached himself from my back. Well, at least my appeal to his stomach seemed to work.

However, as he took the seat from across of me, I knew immediately that his sitting down was a terrible, self-defeating idea. I felt like stabbing my eyes with the knife. I must have looked a sight then, trying to eat, and quite possibly dribbling food all over the place, because I couldn't stop staring at his perfect visage. Well, no, maybe I wasn't dribbling food, but I'm sure you get the point.

The point being, I now had perfect view of his mesmerising face, that one smooth shoulder from where his absurdly large shirt had slipped down, and…and…Someone save me. I don't think I'm going to last.

Dinner went by torturously slow.

AN: Well, poor Shigeru, trying to keep his cool and deal with "accidentally" sexy Satoshi wasn't easy on him at all. Next up, sleeping arrangements, breakfast, and a whole ton of spite. Please read and give me your comments!