Author's Note: I ended up working on two extras; Just little not-so-short shorts following our favorite Strawberry Panic couples :). However, the other one has me a little stuck and I wanted to upload something for the wait, so here it is. This first short follows Kaname and Momomi. Read, Review, Rejoice!

Extra:
Soften Up

As Momomi made her way out to the car, something sparked in her mind causing her to turn around. She had meant to simply talk to Kaname but instead, she ended up catching a view of something she thought could never happen in this lifetime. Just as quickly as it happened, it ended, leaving Momomi with a grin from ear to ear.

She twirled around, giddy, unable to wipe the smile from her face. She hurried to the sleek, black convertible she parked in an empty lot nearby. There, the brown-haired girl released a torrent of laughter behind the wheel.

"What has you so giddy?" Kaname muttered as she approached the car.

"Oh, nothing." She mused with a hum between giggles.

"Nothing?" Kaname repeated as she leaned over the window with narrowed eyes. "You sound like strawberry-head with all that girly giggling."

"Do I?" Momomi looked over at Kaname slyly, speaking in an exaggerated, innocent tone.

"Yes, and quite frankly, it's making my stomach turn." Kaname stretched out her hand toward the girl. "Hand me the keys, you're not driving in that kind of mood."

Momomi frowned slightly but, as if by some new revelation, quickly donned a smirk that went unnoticed by her partner. She complied with the dark-haired girl and glided over into the passenger's seat, watching her lover hop into the car and rev the engine.

The succubus always enjoyed watching her lover behind the wheel, taking special note of every movement, but now she watched the girl with a much different image in her mind. The picture, still fresh in her mind, made her smile every time she scanned over Kaname's face. Even as said girl reversed onto the road and began to leisurely drive down the street, she could feel Momomi staring a hole through her.

"What is it?" Kaname hissed, trying to keep her face forward while attempting to ignore her partner's gaze. Kaname herself was slightly far-flung, her eyes jumping from place to place unable to focus.

Momomi remained silent, responding only with a smile that slowly deviated to something sly.

"I don't know what has you like this, but you better snap out of it soon." Kaname growled. "It's annoying, I feel like you're screwing with me."

Momomi slowly leaned toward the agitated girl, her movements restricted slightly by the seatbelt her partner always refuses to wear. Playfully poking the mastermind's cheek, she teased "Do you really want to know?"

Disregarding Momomi's strange actions, Kaname calmed herself before accidently speaking in a tone she would regret later. Coolly, she answered. "Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't waste my breath asking."

Momomi pulled herself in closer toward Kaname's ear, smirking as she whispered. "I saw you."

Kaname tensed up slightly, and it wasn't because of the feeling of Momomi's breath on her ear - well, not completely.

Deciding to begin her game with Kaname, she continued, "Just now, while you were with Nagisa. I don't know what she said… but you blushed."

Nearly swerving off the road, Kaname slammed brakes to avoid what could have been fatal. However, the force from the sudden stop caused her to bump her head on the horn, disturbing the neighborhood and angering the passer-bys.

Momomi burst into fits of laughter, holding her stomach and wiping an invisible tear from her eye. "It hurts! It's so funny it hurts!" She managed to yell between laughs.

"It's not that funny." Kaname growled, her head still resting against the wheel, to embarrassed to lift it.

"This is exactly why you should start wearing your seatbelt." Momomi teased, still trying to calm herself down.

Kaname's head shot up, infuriated. "Maybe if you didn't come up with such ridiculous notions while I'm driving, I wouldn't have to make such sudden stops."

"Ridiculous you say?" the brown-haired girl repeated, intrigued. "So you're denying it?"

"Full-heartedly."

"Really. My mistake then." she mused in a heavily sarcastic tone. "So… what did Nagisa say?" the brown-haired girl poked around.

"She just thanked me, an unnecessary gesture." the mastermind breathed as she pressed her foot on the gas, calmly pulling back into drive.

"Really." Momomi droned rolling her eyes. "I saw you mumbling something." she said more as a question than a statement.

Kaname's grip on the wheel strengthened slightly, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by her partner. She averted her eyes as she answered. "I simply told her…" choosing her words carefully, "…consider it a handout."

"A handout?" the brown-haired girl spoke with an exaggerated tone, a thin brow raised. "What happened to 'not being a charity' or 'if there's nothing to gain, what's the point'?"

"It was a one-time thing; a once-in-a-lifetime exception to the rule." she defended.

"Since when do you make exceptions!" Momomi joked of it. "When does the great Kaname Kenjou, ever make an exception to her own, personal rule; her mantra? And for the sake of another?"

The girl listened to her lover's ranting, grinding her teeth, but focusing on the road ahead. She kept silent, mostly to avoid dragging this any longer than it was going to be. Momomi had a dark sense of teasing, she knew - it was part of the reason she and the girl became a pair - but when that teasing is directed at her- and it's not erotic - it's a pain.

Realizing that the dark-haired girl had no intention of speaking, Momomi pushed a little further. "Kaname you've changed." she spoke matter-of-factly. "Your brother was right, you are getting soft."

Kaname growled at the accusation; putting pedal to the metal, she sped into a nearby lot by the traffic light. If she drove any longer in her condition, there would be fatality, accidental or otherwise. Pointing a finger warningly in the other girl's face, she threatened "Don't you ever repeat those blasphemous words again."

"Face facts Kaname." Momomi leaned in lovingly, gently cradling her lover's finger within her own. "Do you remember the girl I met in middle school; Are you trying to say you're still that same girl?"

Young Kiyashiki Momomi was finally taking a step higher, ascending into middle school. She would become a high school first-year, as their school referred to it; and her next milestone would be the fourth year, becoming an official senior at the school. Momomi was quite popular throughout her six years in elementary, and she could only hope to continue on as such.

Despite joining the school from the earliest age possible, Momomi had never had a proper roommate. Her first few days were spent in a crowded, three person room, and she was later floated to an empty spare room, where she dwelled for the next six years.

Just a few days before the reopening ceremony, the dorm advisor had told her she would be switching rooms and sharing with another student, Kenjou Kaname. Momomi was slightly familiar with the girl, though the two had never actually spoken. They were in several classes together, and as she dwelled on the thought further, even in the same homeroom. But why have they never spoken before?

Kenjou Kaname wasn't exactly socially awkward, in fact she was a born leader, however if she didn't have to, she never spoke to anyone. She simply observed in class and was nowhere to be found every break. She was a genius that barely attended homeroom, though the teacher never dared to mark her absent. Nobody ever dared to cross Kaname. Nobody walked in her path, nobody sat next to her, nobody - in any way - dared to be a hindrance to her. Any girl - be they brave, bold, or stupid - that got in Kaname's way would be 'removed' after a string of bad luck, usually lasting an entire month. Similarly, every roommate the girl has ever had, had either transferred, dropped out, or become hospitalized by the end of the year. She was dangerous, no doubt.

Momomi had always thought of herself as mischievous, but if the rumors were true, she was no match for Kaname. She sat with a few classmates and asked about Kenjou-san. She received more survival tips than friendly advice. She had heard guidelines like 'don't make eye contact', or 'never turn your back to her', and was even told 'she can smell fear'. At this point, the brown haired girl laughed. It was obvious she couldn't follow the advice she was given.

There was only one girl who could give her the type of information she needed, Shion Tomori. Apparently the blonde was the only person at the school Kaname spoke to voluntarily. She was an approachable but head-strong girl, very famous around the school and was the only person in Spica who could approach Kaname. That was Momomi's target.

After the reopening ceremony, Momomi began her mission. It was more than easy to find someone with such a large presence; the brown haired girl immediately located her target just outside the building.

"You want to know the truth about Kenjou-san?" Shion repeated the girl's question, a little taken back by her straight-forwardness. "I'm not sure how you expect me to answer that. The truth is I don't know much about her either."

"But Tomori-san, it's a known fact that you are the only one that she openly speaks with."

"Be that as it may, I can't help you. She's a mystery, even to me. When we talk, the topic seems to be completely random, and she usually asks about other students. Sometimes I feel like there's always some hidden dark agenda being formulated in her head." Shion spoke slowly, as if trying to piece the puzzle together herself. "Anyway, I really have to go. Good luck with Kenjou, you're going to need it."

Momomi slumped as she walked through the hallway with a few of her belongings. She exhausted every avenue of information she could find, and still yielded no results. She made her way toward her new dorm room to meet her new roommate. As she approached the door, she sighed. "Please let me survive this." she prayed.

She knocked on the door, but received no answer. She tried again, still no answer. Slowly Momomi turned the knob and allowed her head to peek through the crevice. "Umm, Kenjou-san?"

Kaname spoke with a single order. "Come in."

Momomi slipped inside allowing the door to close behind her, but never moving from her spot.

Kaname sat at a desk right up to the wall, her back turned to her guest. She was working on something, though Momomi couldn't see exactly what it was.

Realizing she had been silent since she walked in, Momomi decided to introduce herself. "I'm Kiyash-"

"Kiyashiki Momomi, I know." Kaname interrupted. "You're the new plaything they sent me." she continued working as she spoke.

"Umm, I'm your new roommate." she corrected.

"Same thing. They both entertain until they inevitably break, then they become useless." the dark genius rose from her seat, turning to face her guest for the first time. She sighed. "Try to last at least a little bit longer than the others, I get bored so easily."

When their eyes locked, Momomi was struck with some kind of strange feeling. It wasn't fear, but more of an uneasiness, right in the pit of her stomach. Despite being in so many classes together and even being in the same homeroom, this was the first time the two had ever made eye contact.

Momomi's next few days with the mysterious girl went on quietly. Kaname was gone most of the day even though classes hadn't started yet, and worked through most of the night at her desk. She was usually writing things down in a large book she kept locked away in a drawer. It always made Momomi curious.

Shortly after classes started for the new school year however, strange things began happening to Momomi. They bordered more along the lines of childish pranks; textbooks going missing, finding strange notes in her desk, and once her school bag was even thrown into a tree. St. Spica had always been an extremely competitive school, but Momomi had only one suspect in her mind. Still she kept quiet about it.

The last straw happened during one of the breaks. Momomi had just come from P.E and was heading toward the front door of the school when out of the blue, a bucket of sudsy water was dunked all over her. It apparently came from the third floor, though no one was supposed to be up there at this time. That was it; Kiyashiki Momomi was tolerant, but she was by no means a coward, nor a pushover. She and Kaname had never spoken in their room and there was always tension between the two, but today Momomi was going to break that.

She stormed down the hallway, thankfully able to get a change in uniform. She pushed the door open and, as usual, Kaname was sitting at her desk. "Have you forgotten how to knock?" the girl spoke coolly.

"Don't play dumb. I took all I could take, but now you've gone too far." Momomi accused. "I'm not stupid, I know what you've been doing to me."

"Well then fill me in because I have no idea what you're talking about." Kaname shrugged with a smirk.

"Don't deny it. My books, my bag, and even what happened a few minutes ago." Momomi counted off from her fingers. "I know they were all your doing."

"I'm aware of your string of bad luck, but I am not the cause. Those petty pranks aren't my style." the genius defended indifferently. "But if you want, I can capture this prankster. For a small fee, of course."

"Aghh!" Momomi growled. "As if I can believe you." the brown-haired girl fumed off, slamming the door behind her.

"Hmm, that's a shame." Kaname spoke to no one in particular, sipping from a cup of tea with a grin. "Kiyashiki Momomi, you've got guts. You may actually be of use to me."

The room Momomi used to inhabit was now empty, so she stayed there for the night. She had trouble getting to sleep, still angry with her former roommate Kaname. She thought hard about a way to get her revenge. Eventually, she remembered Kaname's book; The girl religiously wrote in it every night before going to bed and was always careful to lock it away. "A diary, maybe?" Momomi thought to herself out loud. Momomi turned on her back to stare at the ceiling.

Although she wasn't sure what the book was exactly, she knew it was a very important possession to Kaname. I can imagine how she would react if it ever went missing. Momomi laughed to herself. You're going down, Kenjou.

The next day, Kaname left her room early as usual. Momomi used this time to begin her new mission. She immediately went to the drawer, examining the large lock between her fingers. Without a second thought, she pulled a hairpin from her hair, picking the lock with ease. With the lock popped, she quickly opened the drawer. Kaname could be back at any time, so she had to work as quickly as possible.

She pulled out the black book. Curiosity got the best of her as she noticed the blank cover. Flipping through the pages, it was far from what she expected. It was a handwritten database of sorts, containing a detailed history of every student not just in Spica, but on the entire Astraea Hill, former graduates and all. It was perfectly catalogued and contained a picture of each subject. It was such an incredible sight, Momomi hadn't even noticed the footsteps approaching her from behind.

"Isn't there a rule against searching through your roommate's belongings?" Momomi nearly leapt out of her skin when she heard Kaname's voice by her ear. She stumbled slightly. Kaname only eyed the girl in her usual cold glare. "The hell do you think you're doing with that?" She growled in a low tone.

"What the hell is all this?" Momomi answered with a question.

Kaname grabbed her book from the girl. "Information is the greatest thing a human can receive." she cryptically explained. "Through information we create and gain from our inventions. Sharing, understanding and manipulating data for personal gain is what separates we humans, from the animals." Pointing towards the door, she continued "It's also the reason I was able to catch your culprit."

Kaname walked to the door and dragged in a girl who had been bound and gagged tightly with cloth, crying her eyes out. After pulling her completely in, Kaname closed the door before untying the cloth around the girl's mouth. Momomi watched as the girl sat there crying bitterly.

"It was a case of jealousy. She envied your popularity among the student body, especially since she has no talent of her own and has an average looking face. She picked you because you seemed like an easy target." Kaname clarified. "She was on punishment yesterday and had to scrub the third floor. After she finished she happened to look out the window and see you and so she decided to throw out her water; all over you. She also admitted to being behind all of your other mishaps."

"I'm so sorry." The girl sobbed. "I swear, I won't bother you ever again. So please, have mercy." she begged.

"I've already delivered a small dose of punishment, but of course this problem was personal to you. Whatever happens to her now is completely up to you."

Momomi stood in awe. The same unease she experienced the very first day she met Kaname invaded her stomach again, but this time it also migrated to her chest. "Let her go Kaname, I think she's suffered enough. I'll forgive her as long as it doesn't happen again."

Kaname smirked, she knew this would be the outcome. She untied the girl, whom scampered away as quickly as possible. She looked over the brown-haired girl that stood before her guiltily rubbing her arm.

"Look Kenjou-san, I'm really sorry for accusing you. But after what you said on my very first day here, I ended up assuming-"

"To be expected." Kaname nodded understandingly. "However, I don't work for free."

Momomi looked at the girl surprised. "But I didn't ask you to-"

"Shh." Kaname shushed the girl in one swift movement, placing her finger over the other girl's mouth. "Hear me out before you make any hasty assumptions." Sliding her finger off of the girl's mouth, the second she locked eyes with Momomi the girl understood.

"Good. I see potential in you. You're bold and I can use that; and as you've proven, you're not a coward. I knew you would come back here for the book and I knew you'd look through it. I know because I've been observing you. Now, you know what I'm capable of, and you're capable of it too." Kaname rounded the girl, stopping just behind her. Placing one hand on her shoulder, Kaname leaned in to the stunned girl's ears. "I can introduce you to a world you know nothing of. I can help you become the person you were meant to be. I have a special interest in you like no other, Momomi." Kaname placed her free hand on the girl's neck gently.

Momomi stood there and allowed Kaname's hand to caress her neck. Her body burned with a heat she had never felt before and the unease she felt earlier became unbearable. "What about Tomori-san?" she breathed remembering the blonde, wondering about their relationship.

"Forehead?" Kaname chuckled. "She's going to be our time's student council president, of that I'm sure. I'm making a connection that'll have future benefits, you see. You'll learn how to do that, too." She turned Momomi's head to face her, staring into her eyes. "Quit pretending; stop limiting yourself. You have great potential, all you have to do is let me mold you. Become my partner, Kiyashiki Momomi." Kaname ended her offer with a kiss, placed gently on the girl's neck. "Do you accept?"

Momomi's legs went weak when she felt the genius' lips on her skin. She didn't have to think about her answer. "Ye- yes Kaname." her lips quivered with anticipation.

Kaname noticed the girl's want and was by no means going to deny it. With that lingering thought, she captured the girl's lips, allowing their tongues to wrestle as her hands busied themselves with the removal of Momomi's clothes.

"Are you trying to say I'm any different now?" Kaname muttered.

"You've gotten softer, but it's not the end of the world Kaname." Momomi cooed. "Besides, I like that you've changed."

"What could be good about it?" Kaname sighed.

Momomi shifted herself, moving onto Kaname's lap, straddling her. "Well for one thing…" Momomi began, playing with the hair hanging over Kaname's face. "You pay more attention to me now, and you've gotten better." She winked. "I loved it before, but now I'm addicted. In fact…" the succubus began trailing kisses from her lover's ear down her neck. Stopping just above the girl's collar, she whispered,

"Why don't you give me another dose?"

Author's Note: …This wasn't short at all; I got too into the back story. XP