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Kaito

"Here."

"Thanks, Aoko."

Kaito swallowed the cool water, his throat's dry walls sang appreciatively at the sudden relief. Allowing the ice cube Aoko placed inside the cup to slide into his mouth, he crunched it with his teeth.

Aoko winced. "Don't do that."

He looked at her. "Why?"

"Because it gives me goose-bumps and I hate it."

Kaito's eyes traveled to her bare arms, noting the goose-bumps covering them. He shrugged, taking one last sip before setting the cup down on the table. Aoko drank a bit slower but she, too, abandoned her cup on the table.

"Okay, Aoko-chan!" Kaito clapped his hands, reaching eagerly for the magazine lying forgotten at the side of the couch . "Let's see if you really know me."

She snorted, flipping so that she lay on her back on the couch, her legs resting comfortably at Kaito's lap. She shot him a challenging smile when he gave her a questioning look.

"I bet I won't get one wrong."

"Oh, do you really?" Kaito asked, cocking an eyebrow.

She giggled. "I know you all too well, Kaito. Quiz me away and you'll see."

"You're on. One: What's my favourite kind of weather?"

"Easy. Clear, cloudless weather with just a bit of chill in the air so that your flying escapades would be enjoyable."

Kaito looked at her, amused. "True. Two: What's my favourite hang-out spot?"

Aoko thought through it for a minute before smiling at him. "The rooftops. I guess it makes you feel a bit freer, as if you are still in the sky, flying around like a free bird." She paused, murmuring softly, "I wonder what that'll be like..."

Kaito made a mental note to take her flying sometime soon. But in the meantime, he nodded his head. "Correct answer. Next. Three: When was the last time I was really, really angry?"

"I think..." he brow furrowed. "Oh! Yes. I think it was at your last heist, when I tagged along with 'tousan and that man in black held a gun to my temple and almost shot me. I've never seen you that angry before."

Kaito's jaw clenched at the memory, but he offered her the knowledge that her answer was correct before moving on.

"Four: How many children do I want to have?"

"Hmm. I would say three...or maybe two." She shrugged, not really sure.

"Three would be nice." He nodded, grinning leeringly at her. "Of course, it'll have to depend on the mother too, you know."

She blushed.

"Five: Is there something in my room that I hide from everyone, if so, what is it?" Kaito inquired.

Aoko shot him a dry look. "You mean other than the fact that you have a whole secret room connected to yours? Nope."

Kaito chuckled dryly. "Point. Well, I'm impressed, half way through the quiz and not one answer wrong." He looked at her, finding her smirking, obviously satisfied with herself.

"Told you so."

"Not so fast, Aoko-chan. You still have five more to answer." He grinned.

"Then fire them away."

"If you insist. Six: What is my most embarrassing moment?"

Aoko was quiet for a long moment, before she busted up laughing to no end. Kaito looked at her, confused.

"Nani?"

"Oh. God." She chuckled, wiping her eyes. "Gomen, Kaito. It's just..." she busted up giggling again. "It was when we were in first grade and we had this trip to the aquarium and you—"

Kaito's face heated up in a matter of seconds as Aoko continued laughing her heart out, hands holding her side which were starting to hurt.

"Oi! I was only six!"

"You—wet—yourself—in front of—" she couldn't help it: she laughed again. Kaito pouted, crossing his arms across his chest. It wasn't his fault he had some freaking phobia from fishes. They were evil and that's that.

When Aoko finally calmed down, she breathed deeply, looking at him mirthfully. Seeing that he did not share her mirth, she sighed, sitting up slightly—leaving her legs on his lap—and leaned towards him.

"Kaito."

He looked at her, mildly surprised that she was so close to him. Her eyes were sparkling, her cheeks were flushed with pleasure, and her hair was wild.

He swallowed. She was so, so beautiful.

She leaned closer, her rosebud lips lay softly just at the corner of his lips, kissing the skin there apologetically, yet affectionately. Kaito's head went blank—and good God, had the wall always leaned to that unearthly angle?

"I'm sorry." She whispered, her breath playing against his lips, teasingly. Inviting him. "Forgive me?"

He looked at her, trying to remember how to inhale and exhale before he smiled, rolling his eyes to show her he did not mind much. "Fine. Forgiven. Besides, your answer is correct."

She smiled excitedly, lying back down. "Then please continue."

"Hm. Oh. Seven: What's my favourite piece of clothing?" he smirked. She'll never know this.

"Hmm..." she pursued her lips. "I don't know for sure, but I'm guessing Kid's outfit...?"

Kaito buzzed loudly, making a motion with his hand to slap the imaginary buzzer. "And the first wrong answer to you, Nakamori-san."

Aoko's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yup. Although I enjoyed the thrill of being Kid, the outfit is not my favourite."

"Huh." Aoko frowned. "Then what is?"

He looked at her, smiling fondly. "It's the blue sweater you knitted for me last Christmas, remember?"

Her eyes widened. "Really? Why?"

"Well, it's really warm for one." He waved a hand, allowing a small puff of smoke to appear. "And whenever I wear it, I'm reminded that you knitted it with love."

She blushed, smiling shyly at him. "Well, I'm glad it keeps you warm. It was the purpose, you know."

He laughed. "Yeah. I know. Well, moving on. Eight: Do I have any birthmarks, and if so, where?"

"No, you don't."

"You sound so sure." Kaito looked surprised.

"I am." She stated matter-of-factly.

Kaito couldn't let the opportunity of teasing her pass by so easily. "Oi, Aoko! You haven't been checking out my manly physique lately, ne?"

Aoko blushed, mouth hanging open. "Kaito—I—you—baka!"

Kaito laughed. "Oh. You were, weren't you?"

"You're the last one to talk, baka!" she hissed, smirking evilly. "I sure as hell didn't know I had a strawberry-shaped birthmark at the small of my back until you mentioned it..."

Kaito blushed, the implication hanging heavily between them.

Aoko huffed, irritated and slightly embarrassed. "Next question."

He cleared his throat noisily. "Um. Nine: What's my favourite thing about you?"

Aoko was momentarily taken aback as he turned to look at her, smiling that small smile that told her he knew a secret she didn't. She furrowed her brow in concentration, seeing as she did not know what he liked most about her. He never exactly said something nice to her regarding her physical appearance.

"I don't know." she stated truthfully, shrugging. She looked at him, noticing something in his gaze that hasn't been there before. "You tell me."

"I don't know either." He whispered, softly, truthfully. He reached out to take a strand of her hair between his fingers. "It could be your untameable hair." He moved his hand down to her eyes, which she fluttered close. "It could be your eyes." he moved his hand down to her cheek. "Or your face. Or your personality. Or your temper. Or your passion about the things you believe in. Or your pure heart."

Aoko's eyes fluttered open, just to connect with his.

He smiled fondly. "The list goes on, Aoko. So take your pick."

Her breathing was slightly heavier than before as he did not lean back and instead, whispered the last question huskily. "Ten: What's the most spontaneous thing I've ever done?"

Aoko was awed when she found herself actually forming coherent sentences. "You've done a lot of spontaneous things in your life, Kaito."

He grinned, leaning a bit closer. "Let's narrow it to most recent then."

"..."

Aoko tried to respond; she really did. But he was so close. His breath was warm, sweet, and inviting—dancing just around the edges of her mouth. His eyes were so deep, looking at her intensely with all the magic and mischievousness that made up Kaito; Aoko wasn't sure she was breathing anymore. But she tried to filter a sane thought, and opened her mouth.

Coherent thoughts flew out of her mind madly, scattering away, shattering into tiny particles of dust as his mouth met hers passionately. She did not think, but opted to simply feel as his thumb traced down the curve of her cheek, down into the column of her neck, to the side of her collarbone.

She moaned softly at his touch, her hand tangled wildly in his soft, oh so soft hair. She had imagined time and time again what it would be like to run her hand in his hair. It was so silky and she couldn't get enough.

After what felt like days, months, years, they parted, breathing heavily.

Kaito rested his forehead against hers, grinning widely. Aoko's eyes fluttered open, only to find his eyes already staring down at her adoringly, the grin reaching to his ears.

"That is the most spontaneous thing I have ever done." He said, softly. Brushing his lips against hers again, he smiled wickedly. "I do believe you lost, Aoko-chan. I got two wrong. And you got three."

She pouted. "That's because you're a cheater."

His eyebrow rose. "How so?"

Her hand ran through his hair a couple of times—he sighed contentedly—before it traveled down towards his cheek, her thumb tracing his full, red lips slowly as she smiled up at him, demurely.

Kaito chuckled. "I see..."

"I think we should grade our answers now." Aoko whispered, trying to untangle herself from him, when he pushed her back, brushing his lips just under her jaw-line.

"No need." He whispered throatily. "Besides, I am very comfortable right now. I don't want to move."

"You're such a kid." She giggled.

He grinned down at her, trailing his lips up her chin and connecting them with hers again. The last coherent thought in his mind before they were all blown away again was that he was very, very glad he allowed Aoko to talk him to take that girly, blasted quiz.

The End! :)

Note: Done! So glad I took it off my mind! Hopefully I'll be able to sleep now! :D Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks a ton to all who read and reviewed Quiz Me. Let me know what you think of this chapter! :D

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