Firsty I want to thank LadySunami, Elle-L and Fluffy no Danna for being the first to review this story. Thank you! And also thank you to everyone else reading and enjoying.

And special thanks to Elle-L for pointing out one of probably many errors xD I'll try to improve, so if you (referring to everyone reading this) find a severe error I'd appreciate it if you could tell me :)

Chapter 2

First Date

Malik was on his way out of the school building, walking through the hallway a bit faster than usually. For some reason he was anxious to get out. And the reason was his new partner. 'Meet me here after school. I'll tell you then', he had told the tan skinned teen. Malik felt unusually good today, but it had not been like this all day. It had been since this morning when he had agreed to work with Bakura in order to make their brothers break up. How could he feel so good when he knew he was going to make two people very unhappy and miserable, he wondered. He shrugged, it was for the better.

Just as agreed, he went to the place behind the wall but the other teen was not there yet. He dropped his bag to the ground and leaned against the rough wall. Hopefully he would show up soon because Malik was not exactly the type of person who liked to wait. Sure enough, the awaited white haired teen showed up minutes later, not in the least guilty that he had made the other wait.

"Missed me?" he asked with a smug expression.

"As if", the younger teen scoffed which only amused the other even more.

"Now for the plan, it's pretty simple so you should be able to understand it, blondie", he mocked. That only resulted in Malik getting irritated, just as planned. For some reason he could not explain Bakura really enjoyed annoying that kid. Of course, he always enjoyed mocking others but it was especially fun messing with Malik. His reactions were strangely pleasing to him. Some of his scowls made Bakura think that he looked even more attractive than he already did. Wait, what had he just thought?

"I might have blond hair but that doesn't make me brainless. I bet you aren't any smarter than me", Malik countered. Although it was an insult, Bakura did not find enough restrain to surpress the huge grin that shamelessly showed his inhuman canines.

"Oh, I beg your pardon, little genius. Well, then maybe you should suggest a plan to separate our little lovebirds."

Malik thought for a moment. How hard could separating lovers be? He would have to find out. "We'll just follow them. There'll be a chance to do something." There would, but the answer did not sound very intelligent.

"No plan then?", Bakura asked with a raised eyebrow. "Does our genius have a black-out or something like that?" He noticed how the other teen's tan cheeks went pink with a blush which had to be from either embarrassment or anger, but maybe it was both. Bakura chuckled at his victory.

"Then how about you tell me what you had in mind?" he snapped. Was that a pout he saw there? Oh yes, it really was fun messing with this kid.

"No need, just follow me", he replied and went ahead. Malik quickly gathered his bag from the floor and went to walk beside the other student. "Ryou told me he would come back later today. He'll meet Mariku, of course", he explained as he walked to where the cars of the older students were parked. He lead his new partner to his own car. It was black, not the newest one but at least it was a car, which he had been able to afford thanks to stealing the one or other little 'treasure'. He felt no need to tell Malik so and just got into the car and waited for the other to enter as well. With slight hesitation Malik got in, too, and Bakura started the engine.

"Your own car?" the younger teen asked curiously, shifting into a comfortable position in the leather covered seat.

"Yes."

Malik gave an acknowledging sound in response. "I prefer motorcycles over cars though."

"Then go and steal one."

The tanned boy shook his head despite the possibility that Bakura could not see. "Not necessary. Beside the fact that I don't steal things, I already own one." Not the fact that he owned a motorcycle but that he was not fond of stealing caught the Thief King's attention first.

"Have you ever stolen something?" he asked with curiousity. The boy had to think for a moment but then shook his head again, to Bakura's dismay.

"No, at least I don't remember having ever stolen something. But why do you ask anyway?" he got slightly suspicious now. Bakura smirked once again. It made the other assume that he had stolen some valuables already.

"Because you have the honor of being partners with the Thief King himself", he said with pride obvious in his haughty tone. Malik's eyes widened, if only a little, from surprise. He knew he had heard the name Touzoku somewhere before, it was the guy everyone kept calling the 'Thief King'. His expression turned sly in an instant.

"Oh? Well, I guess I have indeed heard of you before then, but...", he drifted off and paused dramatically. Bakura stole a glance at him to see his mocking expression. "Well, I had expected a bit more of the so called Thief King", Malik said smugly as his eyes trailed over the other teen's body. He looked for a moment longer than he had originally intended and gazed at his wild white hair, his flawless, handsome face, mahogany, cold eyes, broad shoulders and chest and overall really nice body. An amused chuckled escaped the other's throat.

"You say so yet I can't help but think you like what you see", he said with a pleased smirk. Malik immediately turned to look away from the other teen. Had he just been caught staring at another boy? Impossible! He was just... looking.

"Don't flatter youself", he said and failed to notice the obvious blush on his cheeks which the other, however, did notice.

"I remember saying that to you, kid."

"And I remember telling you not to call me a kid." Bakura grinned at him and Malik felt himself become more irritated. "Like I said you're hardly any older than me...", he said quietly despise his anger.

The driver of the car chuckled at him. "But I am older than you, kiddo. How old are you anyway?"

"Oh?" Malik said, his expression turning smug again. "Are you that interested?"

"And what if I am?" Malik did catch the suggestive tone the white haired teen was using and could not help but feel slightly embarrassed. Embarrassment quickly turned into anger though.

"Well, I don't have to tell you anything about me", he snapped unable to think of a better comeback. He looked out of the window. Anything just to look away from this infuriating guy, he thought. He heard the other chuckle once more.

"I just turned eighteen. That makes me about two years older than you." Malik turned to look at him after that, eyes wide.

"How did you-?"

"Oh, did I guess right?"

'What the heck! He guessed?' He averted his eyes to look out of the window once more. "You were just lucky."

"Hey, kiddo, take a look. We've caught up with our lovebirds." Ignoring the 'kiddo'-part, of which he naturally disapproved, he did as he was told and soon caught sight of his brother and the other Touzoku twin at the entrance of a park. Bakura parked the car on the opposite side to make sure they would not notice them.

"How did you know they would be here?"

"Ryou usually goes here when he needs to think. This park is like his favorite place or so", Bakura said with a shrug. The Egyptian watched the two and seemed anything but pleased. Bakura noticed the frown on the other's face but did not say anything about it. He did not like this scene himself.

"I wanna know what they're talking about...", Malik said, more to himself than to Bakura, but the thief replied nonetheless.

"It's not safe to get out yet. We'll wait until they make their next move."

'Next move as in 'until they get going' or 'until they jump each other'?' Malik shook his head violently from one side to another. He really did not want to think of his brother doing anything... indecent. He had never wanted to know anything about his brother's love life to begin with. And the thought sank in. His brother, someone he never expected to be with anyone else than his family, had a love life! It was somehow frustrating for Malik to know that even Mariku could have more of a love life than him. Oh, he really did not need to think about that right now, or ever, he had a mission to accomplish after all.

"They're leaving", Bakura suddenly said, tearing the other out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" Malik blinked to get back to reality. He had been spacing out way too much ever since he had found out about his brother and his boyfriend.

"When they're around the next corner we'll get out and follow them on foot, got it?"

"Yes", the Egyptian agreed before he could think and Bakura seemed amused by his submissiveness. He growled at the other's smug grin and waited patiently for his brother and his... you know... to vanish around the next corner. Soon they were out of sight and Bakura told him to get out. They followed them around the corner they had just rounded and literally stalked them through the next few streets.

'I really, really feel like a stalker now. Bakura seems experienced though... I'm just glad I'm not the one being stalked by him. Although I wonder where he got his practice from... Maybe he stalks his brother frequently? No, that would not make sense. If he had, he would have known about Mariku and him... uhm... dating, I guess.' The two of them were following the other pair down another rather large road when suddenly Mariku made a movement he was not supposed to make - he turned around - but Malik had not noticed. Gladly, Bakura had. He grabbed the younger teen by the arm and pulled him into the closest alley. As they waited for Mariku to turn his back on them again, which he did after Ryou asked him what was wrong, Malik did not dare to even take a breath. His and Bakura's bodies were pressed against each other firmly, behind Malik the wall. The taller teen had his hands on either side of the Egyptian's head against the wall as he gazed out of the alley, not noticing how uncomfortable the other was.

After a few seconds without fresh air filling his lungs, Malik opened his mouth in a gasp and could not help but swallow hard. He begged Ra to not let Bakura notice, however, his hopes were crushed when mahogany eyes shifted to look at him.

Bakura had meant to say something like 'The coast is clear now' but changed his mind when he saw the priceless look in those wide, lavender eyes of his partner. He smirked deviously at the crimson color on his tanned cheeks and the nervous expression. He decided to make the other feel even more uncomfortable by leaning very, very close to his face. The blush only seemed to darken at that and the teen seemed to be at a loss for words, simply gazing with wide eyes at the albino towering him.

He then whispered into Malik's ear. "Enjoying yourself, kiddo?" Of course, Bakura knew that he was probably wishing that their brothers would break up on the spot so he could go home as soon as possible, but it just amused him to no end to make the other become flustered. "Maybe Mariku should turn around more often." He chuckled darkly and the other snapped back into reality.

"Y-you jerk! Let go!" He yelled and pushed the arms keeping him in place away from himself. The blush refused to fade even when he turned his back on Bakura. 'He's just messing with your head, Malik! Calm down... Yes, that's good. Okay now, just because this guy's brother is in a homosexual relationship with your brother does not mean he's gay, too! Alright, take a breath to calm down. That's right, it never happened. Now go and ruin your brother's date.'

"If you don't want to continue in public then how about we go to my place after we are finished here?" Bakura suggested with a wink.

'What the f-!' Bakura burst out laughing. "Stop laughing! And I'm definitely not going to your place!"

"Aww, what a shame", Bakura said, feigning disappointment. Malik felt the need to punch something, preferably the teen in front of him.

Their 'stalking' went on rather uneventfully since Mariku decided to be less paranoid and did not turn around a second time. They eventually ended up in front of a café which the couple entered. The partners, as they could refer to each other as such now, stayed a few minutes behind a wall near said café.

"We need to get in there without them noticing us", Bakura mumbled as he observed their destination carefully.

"Is that even possible? That café isn't really big and they'll recognize us right away", Malik argued from beside him.

"Not if you don't screw up."

"What? Why me? You could screw up as easily as me!" the tanned teen countered angrily. Bakura only raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"You think I could screw up? Do I have to remind you of who I am?"

"Oh, show off! Just because you can steal doesn't mean you can get in there without them noticing you."

"Wanna bet?" the white haired teen asked with plenty of confidence. It made the other hesitate for a moment.

"It's not like I'm going to lose, so..." Malik replied with a shrug. Bakura's grin widened at that.

"Alright." Bakura shifted so his body was completely turned to his partner as he started to explain. "I'll go in there and I won't be noticed-" Malik rolled his eyes at the emphasize of 'won't' "-and as soon as I got a table to sit at you'll get in, too." The already huge grin became more devious. "And if they notice you then you lose. And if that happens you'll have to... you'll simply have to do whatever I want", he decided at last.

"And if they do notice you", Malik interfered immediately "then it's you who has to do whatever I want."

"Sounds like a plan. What are we waiting for?" With that Bakura turned on his heels and left for the café's entrance. He walked in as casually as any other person would. Once inside he looked around, not turning his head but only shifting the position of his eyes, for any signs of the couple and found them, as expected, in one of the corners of the shop. He sat down at a table close to them but not too close for them to even notice another customer had entered. A pot with a green plant was shielding their view from him and vice versa. He grinned as he averted his eyes to look at them through the leaves. They had not noticed a thing and he was even in hearing range. He leaned back enjoying that victory was once again his.

Meanwhile, Malik was waiting outside. He did not know how long to wait but guessed five minutes would be enough for someone to seat themselves in a café. So after five minutes had passed he also left his hiding spot and went to enter the shop.

"Why does it bother you so much anyway?" It was Mariku who had asked. Ryou had been looking depressed since the evening before and his lover naturally could not stand seeing him like this. The younger of the two looked up, cocoa eyes filled with worry.

"How can it not bother me?" he replied, the worry and sadness clear in his voice as he spoke. "It's... it's your family and... if we don't have their approval then...", he trailed off and had to look away again. He could not stand looking into Mariku's eyes while saying that. It was already hard enough just living with the fact that his lover's family did not approve of their love. Wording it was even harder for him.

"Then what?" the Egyptian asked, seeing that he would get no answer if he did not press.

"Then maybe... maybe we...", he was struggling to get the words out but they sounded wrong, even in his mind, unspoken. "Maybe we shouldn't... I mean-" He stopped as he felt somthing touch his hand - it was his lover's hand on his own. He received a comforting squeeze and dared to look up again. Mariku's eyes were full of emotions he could not even name, at least not all at once. He looked angry, worried, disappointed, determined. But mostly it was his fury that he let show.

"Don't even think about that!" he demanded, his voice raised to a louder volume but not quite yet a yell, for which Ryou was grateful since he did not want anyone staring at them. But oh, if only he knew. If only he knew that his brother was listening and watching the whole scene with probably more fury than Mariku had. If he knew he would have run for it, for he knew how his brother could be when people came a bit too close to him for his liking. And this, his 'friend' holding his brother's hand like that and talking to him like that and looking at him like that and just being with him like that. It was certainly too bloody close!

Bakura felt himself lose his temper and his control slip out of his grasp and was about to stand up when he was suddenly interrupted. "See? I didn't screw up." Bakura was sure his heart skipped a beat at the sudden interruption and would have yelped in surprise if he had not beenBakura. Instead he exhaled heavily and glared at the tanned teen who had seated himself in front of him.

"Oh sorry, did I startle you?" Malik asked in a mocking tone and, to Bakura's surprise, giggled at him. For a split moment he found himself staring in surprise as the Egyptian giggled almost happily with his hand covering his mouth and his eyes closed. He had meant to continue scowling at him but that giggle made him change his mind and instead he went back to his usual self and gave him his trade mark smirk.

"Your girly giggle fit certainly did", Bakura said as he leaned back in his seat with a grin. Malik immediately stopped what he was doing to scowl at the other.

"I wasn't 'giggling'. Only girls do that", he protested.

"Duh", Bakura replied bluntly. "And yes, you were giggling."

"In your dreams."

"Are you implying that I have dreams about you?"

Malik's face went beet red at that and he coughed and cleared his throat. "H-how should I know what you dream about! But really, I don't wanna know what your dreams are about."

Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Really? Oh, maybe you're right. That'd be too much for your virgin ears, I guess."

Malik let out a growl of frustration. "You're a sick pervert you know that?"

"How so?"

"Because you turn around every word I say so it sounds like something perverted."

"That's only because you make things so easy for me. But maybe you want it like that?"

"Wha-!"

"Oh, naughty, naughty, Malik", Bakura chimed with a wink and a wave of his index finger. The blush on Malik's face seemed to darken at that, if that was even possible. Bakura almost doubted it was.

"Y-you're doing it again!" the younger teen said accusingly, however this time his voice was louder. Bakura noticed it too late but put a finger to his own lips to silence the other nonetheless. Malik immediately noticed his mistake and put a hand over his mouth as if it would help matters. Bakura slowly shifted his gaze to the couple near them to check if they had heard anything or not. He let out a quiet sigh of relief when he saw the two talking like before. They had not heard.

"Be more careful! You almost exposed us!" Bakura hissed silently so only his partner would hear. Malik turned carefully to look at his brother and his boyfriend at the other table. They were no longer holding hands because Ryou had pulled away, insisting that they should not do that in public, so Malik never saw that sign of affection initiated by his very own brother. Although he had not seen he still could not help but wonder how long they had been together, whether Ryou had first fallen in love with his brother or the other way round and how far they had gone... Malik almost shuddered at the very thought of his older brother doing Ra knows what to his partner's twin. He did not want to think about it but his mind kept wandering.

"You shouldn't think too hard about this, Ryou. I don't care whether they approve or not. They can keep living with sticks up their conservative asses-"

"Mariku!" Ryou interrupted, obviously not pleased with his lover's choice of words.

"-but I won't give you up just because they can't handle it", Mariku finished genuinely, a glint of determination in his eyes. Ryou flushed at the last comment and had to avert his eyes once more.

"B-but..." he mumble "my brother..." He did not finish his thought but the spiky haired young adult in front of him understood.

"Bakura and I have known each other for a long time now and I know how he reacts to guys coming too close to you-"

Said teen almost nodded in agreement at that statement as he listened to their conversation. 'Damn right, you know! You should know better than to challenge me like that and just leave my brother alone!' he wanted to scream but refrained from doing so.

"-but he can't stop me either." With that last sentence he put his hand back on Ryou's and waited for an answer. "What do you say?"

The white haired teen hesitated for a moment, the hand squeezing his own not helping finding the words to say what he thought either.

"I...", he began.

'Okay, that's it!' Bakura snapped inwardly and turned to his partner with a furious expression on his face. For a moment Malik felt a twinge of fear when he saw the other's face and the pure anger and fury written all over it. "We'll ruin their little moment this instant."

"And how do you plan on doing that?"

To Malik's relief the smirk returned to the older teen's face. "I prefer the classic way when it comes to that." Malik merely blinked but then Bakura turned around and already spotted a waitress with several drinks on a tray coming their way. His smirk widened. 'Just perfect.'

The waitress walked up to Mariku's and Ryou's table to give them their drinks and passed Bakura on her way there. Malik could hardly register everything when Bakura suddenly took off one of his shoes and let it slide over the floor into the direction of the couple. The shoe ended up in front of their table without their or the waitress' notice. The waitress successfully tripped over the evil object on the floor, fell and let go of the tray out of shock. The tray with the drinks was sent flying and - Bakura could only grin when his plan succeeded - crashed directly onto the table the couple was currently sitting at. Ryou gasped when several cups broke and their contents spilled all over the table, him and Mariku. They looked down at the shattered glass and porcelain and spilled liquids which had managed to stain their clothes. Both were shocked and did not even move until the waitress hurriedly stood up and started to frantically apologize to them. It took both of them a moment to respond due to the shock but Ryou eventually did.

"It's... it's alright, really! Things like that happen", he tried to convince her and she left, probably to find a rag to clean with, saying she would clean up the mess immediately.

Bakura snickered at the result of his little maneuver. 'And that's only the beginning... I'll make you regret taking advantage of Ryou.' While Bakura was looking forward to fututre dates he could ruin, Malik could only stare at the scene that had just taken place in front of his eyes. No, that was still taking place, he corrected as he saw his older brother lose his temper.

"That motherfucking-!"

"Mariku, she tripped on accident. She didn't mean to. Please don't blame her", Ryou pleaded, trying to calm his boyfriend.

"She could just open her fucking eyes and watch where she fucking walks!" Mariku yelled and stood up, slamming his hands on the table. He turned to leave when Ryou stopped him, grabbing him lightly by his wrist.

"Wait, where are you going?" Ryou asked weakly.

"I'm leaving! This brainless bitch ruined my mood even more", he snarled furiously and yanked his hand out of Ryou's grip. He left the café and with it a sad and guilty feeling Ryou behind. The whitette looked down at the mess in front and on him with a sad look, unable to do anything else. For a moment he did not know what to do. Eventually he decided that staring at the chaos would do nothing to help the situation. He then stood up as well to chase after the teen that had just stormed out fuming.

After Ryou had left as well, Malik turned to the culprit and kept staring wordlessly. It had certainly worked better than he would have expected if Bakura had told him about that plan. Of course, he would not admit that to his already over-confident partner. Speaking of which, Bakura averted his eyes from the entrance through which his twin had just walked and turned to the tanned Egyptian in front of him with a victorious grin.

"I guess that worked. Poor waitress though", Malik commented as Bakura stood up to collect his missing shoe on the floor and put it back on.

"Expected anything less from me?"

Malik just rolled his eyes. "It was not very original though."

"And you think you could have done better?"

"Of course", Malik said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "By the way, we tied."

Bakura only remembered their bet then. "For now, Ishtar-kid. We'll have another bet and then we'll see who wins." He had hardly finished that sentence when a waiter walked up to them to ask them for their orders. Bakura eagerly ordered a cup of black coffee. When he had placed his order he turned to Malik with a grin.

"And what do you want, hon?" he asked in a faked sweet tone. Malik's eyes clearly twitched at the nickname.

"I'll pass. I'm not thirsty", he replied, trying hard to not sound too pissed off as long as the waiter was around.

"Aww, come on", the white haired teen insisted. "We're already here so why not have drink?"

"I told you already, I'm not thirsty." The truth was Malik would order something to drink. The problem was that he had no money with him at the moment. Telling his partner that would probably only lead to him getting teased more. Saying he was not thirsty seemed like a good solution.

However, Bakura could imagine that he had no money to pay with. He was certain that the blond was thirsty after their little mission. He smirked, he had figured it out.

"Iced tea for the kiddo here", he told the waiter who nodded and went to fetch their drinks. Malik stared at him with wide eyes before he snapped back.

"Why did you order something for me? I told you, I'm not-"

"Don't worry, it's on me", Bakura chimed with a smile. It took Malik off guard.

"What?" He had not expected that someone like Bakura would pay for more than he had to but he actually paid for his drink? "Why?" was all he could think of.

Bakura shrugged. "I'm in a good mood now that we have ruined date number one and..." He leaned closer to his partner. "You're just saying that you aren't thirsty because you don't have any money with you, right?"

'How did he know?', Malik wondered while trying to look normal. In vain though, his expression betrayed him and showed his surprise to the smirking thief.

"I take that as a 'yes' then", he said, his smirk never leaving.

The young Egyptian coughed awkwardly. "No, I do have money with me. I just didn't want to spend it." He then started to grin as well. "But if you insist on paying for me then I guess I will accept."

"Good choice. You won't get that chance again, kid."

"I told you, I'm not-!"

"I know, I know", Bakura laughed. Shortly after, the waiter came back with their orders and placed them on the table and left again. Malik still seemed slightly angry. Not only did his partner keep interrupting him but he also kept calling him 'kid' or similar names. The white haired teen reached for his coffee and was about to drink when he saw the small pout on his partner's face. He snickered and put his cup back down onto its saucer. "Quit bitching already and drink."

The other teen mumbled something under his breath and then took his glass. "You better not get used to bossing me around. I won't do as you say. I don't care if we're 'partners' now or not."

"But we are. The only difference is that, well...", Bakura paused for a moment, still grinning widely.

"That what?" Malik asked curiously, taking a sip from his iced tea.

"That I'm better in every single aspect. And that means that I'm the one giving orders", Bakura finished confidently. For a moment all the younger teen could do was stare in disbelief and the next moment he burst out laughing loudly. Bakura blinked a few times. Then he smirked as well.

"Y-you se-serious?" Malik asked between fits of laughter and tried to catch his breath.

"Sure I'm serious." It kind of amused Bakura how the truth, or so he claimed his statement to be, made the younger teen laugh so much. Malik calmed down after a few moments but could not get rid of the amused grin on his lips.

"Tell me three aspects that make you better than me", he challenged.

Bakura did not have to think a lot about that and began to list things. "I'm smart, handsome and could steal anything without getting caught."

"Oh sure, excuse me for doubting you, oh great Thief King Touzoku", Malik said, the sarcasm obvious in his words.

"Let's see if I can find some time to forgive you." Malik rolled his eyes in response. By that time Bakura had finished his coffee and put some money on the table and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Home, what does it look like? Our work is finished for today", he said and was about to leave.

"What? Wait!" Bakura turned around again.

"What is it?" he asked, a tad bit annoyed. He wanted to go home and see Ryou's reaction, what could the blond still want? Malik started to fidget. 'Dammit! I don't know the way back home from this café. I've never been in this part of the city!' He had meant to say that but knew better than to give Bakura another chance to mock him, so he decided to simply let it go. 'He's still waiting for an answer. Come up with an excuse for Ra's sake!'

"Uhm... see you tomorrow?" he asked uncertainly. 'Way to go...'

A smirk formed on the older teen's lips again. "What? Can't live a day without me?" Malik was about to protest but his partner went on. "Whatever. See ya." With a wave of his hand he was gone. The Egyptian looked down at the glass his tanned hands were still clutching and then at the money on the table. 'He actually paid...' A smile crept its way on his lips. 'So much for stealing everything.' But Malik was glad that Bakura had not just left without paying or else it would have been Malik who would have had to pay for it, and he did not have any money with him. He let out a sigh of relief and finished his drink before he stood up and left as well. 'I wonder how bad of a mood Mariku will have when he gets home... Hopefully not too bad...' With that in mind he followed the path they had walked to get here. Hopefully he would get back to his school like that. From there on he would know how to get back home. He scowled at the memory of Bakura who was probably almost home by now while he had to struggle to even know where he was. He would pay for it tomorrow, he thought with a mischivous grin.

I'm sorry for the shortness and lack of action in this chapter! It will get better though (I'm already typing chapter 4), you will also find out more about Mariku's and Ryou's relationship soon, because it has a background story. And you'll also get to see more interesting dates (they get better with every chapter, promise) which results in better ways to sabotage them~

Hope to see you in Chapter 3 soon! Have a nice day~