A/N Since I made you wait so long for the last chapter, I'm gonna hurry up and write this one. Someone commented on the last chapter that they were anxious for a kiss. Hopes this satiates you.

By the way, have you noticed how my chapters all end with Ryoma sleeping? The only one that doesn't is the first one, because the third one mentions that Ryoma was going to take a nap at the end.

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This chapter is dedicated to one of my most loyal fans. Sakura Ichigo Morihiko love ya, keep up the reviews and hurry and write your story so I can read it.

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Chapter 6: First Kiss

Ryoma was pissed as hell and making it known to every one around him that he didn't want to be messed with on this day. Why was he so angry you ask? Well there are two reasons, you see. The first was Monkey King, the second was Fuji.

Ever since having met the arrogant git, Ryoma received presents on his doorstep everyday. The presents ranged from a single rose or box of chocolates to a card the size of his door with a life sized picture of the baka and his voice announcing that Ryoma had stolen his heart away. He usually just ignored them, but they were still annoying as hell.

Then there was the issue with Fuji. He seemed to be more touchy-feely than usual, 'Well he's always clingy, but even this is extreme for him.' Ryoma thought to himself. An awkward cough interrupted his musings.

"Um, Fuji-kun, could you let go of Echizen long enough so he can answer the question on the board." Fuji let out a growl, but reluctantly let the boy up, only to follow him to the board and holding on to his right hand. This is what Ryoma meant. Every class pretty much went like this.

Fuji would walk with him to his locker in the seventh grade hallway, wait for him to finish, he would then force the boy to wait for him at his locker while he got his own books, effectively making them late for the next class. The teachers reprimanded them at first, but after being sent death glares they wisely shut up.

After murdering teachers in his head, Fuji would force the black-greenett to sit in his lap and they would remain this way, undisturbed, for the remainder of class. Well not exactly undisturbed, Fuji would glare and growl and snarl and hiss if anyone went in so much as three feet in Ryoma's direction.

The Fuji thing wasn't actually a problem so much as an annoyance. His possessive problem probably needed to be remedied some time in the near future, but at the moment Ryoma didn't care. He knew he probably should, but he couldn't bring himself to. He rather liked being held if he was to tell the truth. Not that he would.

BLAM!

"Ore-sama is here!"

"Oh dear god." Ryoma felt the arms tighten around him slightly before he was released.

"Atobe, what are you doing here? Don't you go to Hyoitei?" Nothing good ever came from Fuji using that tone.

"Che, like Ore-sama would leave the brat," a term Atobe thought to be romantic, "with the likes of you."

'Oh my Kami, he did not just say that.' A quick glance at Fuji's clenched white knuckles told him that yes, Monkey King did say it.

Picking up Atobe by the scruff of his oh so elegant neck, Fuji tossed him out the window into the awaiting arms of Kabaji, but not before whispering something into the diva's ear.

"Touch Ryoma and die."Straightening up and smiling brightly, Fuji calmly walked back to Ryoma's side, smile menacing with its innocence.

"Saa Ryo-chan I don't think we'll have to worry about him for awhile."

Choosing not to question why Atobe had went so pale before being tossed out; Ryoma instead pulled down his cap, small blush staining his cheeks, and muttered a small "Mada Mada Dane."

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"N…ne….ne, Ka…ba…Kabaj…ji, l-let's g…go."

"Usu."

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"Nya Ochibi, I'm so bored. Entertain me~."

"Saa, Eiji I don't think he can talk with your arms around his neck."

"Hehehe, right." Eiji really didn't want to feel the wrath of Fuji, especially after the incident with Atobe.

"Do what ever you want, Kikumaru-sempai, I'm going home." Ryoma had taken two steps before being forcefully pulled back.

"Maa maa Ryo-chan. How about the entire team goes out for karaoke?"

"Oooh Fujiko, nice idea. I'll go tell Tezuka –buchou."

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"I hate you." Ryoma and Fuji were walking home after what may have been the second most embarrassing moment in Ryoma's entire life-the first being when Fuji said he was fuckable during tennis practice. (Chapter 3 for those who've forgotten)

"Now you don't mean that."

"You blackmailed me into singing a song with you and you made Tezuka-buchou sing a song about lesbians." (I kissed a girl by Katy Perry. I listened to this while writing, and no offense to any lesbians.)

"It wasn't technically about lesbians, all she did was kiss her, its not like they did the nasty."

"It was still a kiss!"

"And so is this."

Fuji bent down and smashed his lips against Ryoma's.

Woot! I'm so evil to end it like that. I'm sorry that I took so long but I have a lot of homework to do plus I have to help my twin. The good news is I found my sis' flashdrive.

I hope the kiss satisfies your needs and the shortness of the chapter.

And Remember. Review. Because they make me update faster.