Chapter 2: I'm a flirt

The next day, I arrived at school ready to go head-to-head with Hirako-san. If he thought for a minute I was going to submit to him, he was sadly mistaken. I sat at my desk and waited. Orihime entered all smiles.

"Good morning, Kurosaki-kun," she sang.

Ah, speak of the devil and he doth appear. Hirako-san appeared behind Orihime and issued the same greeting to Kurosaki. He started talking to Orihime and hugged her because she remembered his name. That dork. Chizuru almost killed him. Luckily, Ichigo collared Shinji and dragged out the door. I got up and followed them. I couldn't very well let Ichigo maim Hirako-san before I had the chance.

I got there in time to hear Shinji reiterate what a persistent guy he was and that he'd hound Ichigo until he joined the vizards. Vizards? What are you hiding Hirako-san? I rounded the corner as Ichigo walked off and Shinji picked himself up off the floor.

"Good morning, Hirako-san. Looks like pissing people off is another talent of yours. Too bad Chizuru didn't kill you, I was in the mood for a blood bath," I said smiling.

He smiled, but not like anything was funny. "Hey, beautiful, sorry for disappointing you with my survival. How much did you hear?"

"That's okay, I'm sure you'll have another opportunity to die. Enough to have a few questions of my own," I said.

"Good to know you're looking forward to my death. And keep quiet," Shinji said and walked by me, giving me a rather serious look .

"Oh, come on, I'm kidding. I'd be sad if you died," I said.

"Really?" he looked incredulous.

"Well, yeah. I mean, who else would I give a hard? Beside, I like you. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you," I said. Now I was getting nervous. I'd never admitted something like that to a guy before.

Shinji looked stunned for a moment then got an evil smirk on his face. He took a hold of my arm and pulled me into a nearby storage closet. Oh Holy Cow! This can't be good. Well, okay, it could, but not for my chastity.

My back was against the door and Shinji loomed over me, his hands flat on the door on either side of my head.

"You like me, huh? How much?" he asked.

"Quite a bit, but not to the point where I'd do anything you're thinking," I said. He leaned toward me and I felt his lips against my ear.

" 'Anything you're thinking?' What am I thinking? It's not as bad as you think. Just take a peek into my head. I know you can," he whispered.

"No. I try to respect people's privacy," I said.

"I'm giving you permission. Plus, I have nothing to hide," he said.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? What are vizards?" I asked.

Shinji gave me a dark look before saying, "Shinigami who have attained hollow powers."

"That was easy enough," I said.

"Oh please, you didn't understand a word I just said!" he replied.

"No, I didn't, but I also didn't expect you to actually tell me. Care to explain?" I asked.

"A Shinigami sends spirits to Soul Society. That's where good souls go. Well, mostly good anyway. That's for another time, though. Hollows are souls that have been corrupted in this world. It's a Shinigami's job to purify hollows and send them to Soul Society. Vizards are shinigami who attained hollow powers," he said.

"Is that a bad thing? Being a vizard?" I asked.

"Not necessarily the power part, so much as the hollow inside and threat of execution," he said.

His head dropped onto my shoulder and this time I did actually listen to his thoughts. 'Damn frustrating woman. I should just kiss her and get her out of my system. Obsession would be bad for both of us.'

As I stood there pinned to the door, I wasn't sure I wanted out of his system. I wanted to kiss him, but at the same time, playing hard to get could be beneficial to whatever it was we had going. Yes, a small dose of obsession could be good for us. With Shinji still pressed into my shoulder, I turned my face into his neck and kissed his pulse point.

'Oh, yeah, this'll definitely be something to tell, Love.' He moaned a little. Oh, I don't know about that. I reached up again and sank my teeth into the side of his neck. He reared back with a shocked look on his face. I gave a mental laugh. I turned and opened the door.

Looking back over my shoulder, I smiled and said, "Good the smug look is off your face. Out of your system? Oh, no, no, no. I think I'll hang around a while. A little obsession could do you good. Have a nice day. See you in class." I started to walk off.

" 'Have a nice day?' 'See you in class?' Woman! You get your ass back here! You just tried to take a chunk out of my neck. You'll be the death of me," he said.

I stopped and turned around. "At least you'll go out with a bang."

He wanted me out of his system and I wanted to infect his blood stream. And we were both playing to win. Let the games begin.