Yuki and Kyon started walking up the stairs to his room. She was second, so she was able to look back and see that his sister had come to watch them go up. She peeked up from behind the banister, smiling. She waved, slightly. Yuki didn't quite know what to do, so she did nothing. Turning back up, she saw was at the top of the stairs.

"This way." He gestured. She walked, awkwardly. Finally they were there.

She was surprised by how much was in his room. But then, her apartment had absolutely nothing in it, so any living space would seem full to her.

She stood at the mouth of the door and he was behind her. "Um. You can go in." He was very nice, but he still didn't know quite what to do. He was very nervous.

"Oh. I see." She walked in about five steps and then stopped; he walked in and turned around, smiling.

"Well, this is my room." He shrugged. "Not quite as cool as your place, but it does the job."

She looked at his bed and then his desk. "My 'place.'"

"Yeah. You're apartment."

"It is very 'boring,' though." She walked to the desk and looked at the pictures on it. "I like your place."

He smiled. "Thanks." She looked to him and blinked. He realized that he was just looking at her and doing nothing. "Oh! Do you wanna sit down?" He pulled out his chair at his desk for her.

She looked at it. "Okay." She said the word as if she had been practicing it. Slowly, she sat down. He walked to his bed and sat on it.

The awkward filled the room for a few moments.

"So." He said, looking down at the ground. "You were really good at Guitar Hero." He smiled. "I mean, really good. I was embarrassed down there. My little sister completely showed me up." He laughed.

She glanced to the ground and brought her hands together on her knees. "I am sorry."

He shook his head a little. "W-what? You don't have to be…why would you say you're sorry?"

She gripped her hands together a little. "I have a pattern of winning. I am always superior at everything. I must be annoying. I should abstain from this behavior immediately. It is only beneficial to myself."

"No." He walked up to her. "No, no. It's completely fine that you are good at what you do, Yuki. You're just talented; it's not your fault."

She looked up; her eyes glistened a little.

He tilted his head slightly and then looked down. "You don't have to apologize for the way you are, Yuki. You're special, that's all. It's why I like you. So, please don't change."

She looked away. "No. No. I want to be… 'normal.' Yes. I want to be normal. I want to lose." She turned to him. "I want to lose."

He laughed a little. "Why? That's not usually something people want to do, Yuki."

She looked down, sadly.

"Well, I mean. If it's what you want. I just…I don't see how you could. You're really good at everything. I don't know what we could find that you could lose at without…well…cheating. Do you want to lose fair and square or do you want to cheat at it?"

She thought about this. "I want to…I." She closed her eyes. "I do not know."

"Hmm." He looked up at the ceiling. "Maybe…maybe my sister can help us." He stood up and walked to the door. "Stay here. I'll be right back." She watched him leave.

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"Okay." Kyon put the game out. "Have you ever seen this game before, Yuki?"

She blinked. "No."

"You haven't!" His sister smiled. "It's so fun! Can I play with her, Kyon, can I!"

He smiled. "Okay, but be easy on her." He knew that she wouldn't. "Alright. Now, the object of the game is to figure out which person the other player is by asking different questions that will slowly get rid of people. So, you could ask like 'Does the person have glasses?' If they don't, you put down everyone who has glasses 'cause it wouldn't be them, right?"

Yuki looked down at the people and put her hands over the plastic pieces, slowly, memorizing their faces. "Okay."

"And then whoever figures out who the other person is first…wins!" Kyon's sister jumped up in her seat. "Okay, let's play! Stop explaining, let's play!" She looked down at her people.

Yuki looked to her. "Okay."

"You go first, since it's your first time." She smiled.

"Oh." She glanced to the people. "Is it a female?"

"NOPE!" She grinned.

Yuki pushed down all of the girls.

Kyon's sister quickly asked. "Is it a guy?!"

"No. It is not."

Kyon's sister quickly flicked down all of the pieces.

"Does he have blonde hair?"

"Aww….yes." Yuki pushed down pieces.

"Does she have brown hair???" She smiled, moving forward.

"No. No, she does not."

"Dang it!"

"Sis, language." Kyon looked at her.

"Sorry." She pushed down pieces, slowly.

Yuki tried not to show it, but she was angry. Angry that she had guessed right. This was a guessing game and she had guessed right. Kyon couldn't have picked a better game, but she was still doing well.

"Does he have glasses?"

"YES!" She crossed her arms.

Yuki's head bowed a little as she slowly flicked pieces down and said the name.

"You win. And fast! How did you do that???"

"I don't know." She stood and left the room.

Kyon smiled. "I'll be right back."

Kyon's sister counted how many steps it took Yuki to do it, shaking her head in awe.

Kyon ran out. "Yuki! It's okay, it's just luck this time, it's a game of luck! Let's just play one more time. I'll play with you this time. I'm amazing at this game. I'll beat you like no other, make you cry. It'll be embarrassing, really it will."

She was facing the wall. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just not meant to lose. Maybe it's just me. I just…really wanted to."

He looked down to the ground. He really wished he could laugh, but he really, really couldn't. It was just so funny to hear that. No one wanted to lose. No one. But her. He brought his hands up in front of him, trying to think. Then, he looked at them. Wait.

"Yuki. Yuki, have you ever played the game 'Rock, Paper, Scissors?'"

She turned around. "What?"

"Rock, Paper, Scissors." He walked to her. "Have you played it?"

"No."

"Well, it goes like this: both of us put our left hand out flat and our right hand in a fist, then we say, 'Rock, Paper, Scissors', doing this, yeah, like that, you're doing it. Then right after saying 'Scissors' you pick either of them and based on the one both of us picked, one of us wins."

She stared at him.

"Okay. To continue. Rock looks like this." He showed her. "Scissors like this, and Paper like this." Paper beats rock, rock beats scissors and scissors beats paper. But if we both pick the same thing it's a tie. And it's best two out of three. So…are you game?"

She made the three symbols with her hand and then did the 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' teaser while thinking about it. Then, she looked at him. "Yes."

"Alright. Let's do it."

They both stood across from each other. "Okay." He looked her in the eye. "We both say it together, now."

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" (Only, he was the only one who said it with the exclamation at the end)

Kyon had Rock and Yuki had Paper. Kyon put his fist under her hand. "You win this round. Let's go on."

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" They both had Scissors.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" Kyon had Scissors and Yuki had Paper. He cut her Paper with his Scissors.

"I win. Now whoever wins this round wins."

She looked up at him.

"Okay."

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

They both stood still looking at each other. Yuki was silent. It was like all of the air had gone out of the room and there was just them and this answer to their question: could Yuki lose (most of all, could she lose to Kyon – sorry Kyon).

She walked up and kissed him, softly. He opened his eyes wide, surprised. She stepped back, then brought her hand up and cut his Paper with her Scissors. He laughed.