Dear ZiZi. I can definitely see what you mean about Kiriyama never losing, but I had this idea planned out, and I really wanted to use it because I had nothing else on my mind. It was a big fuck up on my part, because the real Kiriyama probably would have seen through it, but it was for the sake of the plot, and I'm sorry about that. Thanks for reading! =3

I don't remember ever falling asleep. I glanced around, and sat up quickly, rubbing my sore eyes. It was around 2. I felt absolutely exhausted. My limbs were sore and my head had this dull pain in the back of it. I tried remembering what had happened after the cafeteria incident… Did I walk home? No, Mimura drove me home…

Why would he? He doesn't give a damn about me.

Then again, what the hell is that tapping noise on my window that woke me up in the first place? I paused a minute, listening for the noise again.

Thump.

I looked over at my window. I saw something hit my window with another thump. My eyebrows curved into a perplexed position, and I stumbled from my bed, leaning heavily against the wall when I reached the window, squinting threw the glass.

Well what do we know?

My mouth dropped and I opened the window quickly, leaning outside, looking down; my room was on the second floor.

Shinji Mimura, the Third Man was leaned over, gathering rocks from my yard, holding them tightly to his chest. "What… are you doing?" I said it so quietly that I was afraid he wasn't gonna hear me, but he looked up, his frowning face breaking into a smirk, the rocks tumbling from his hands.

Which pissed me off.

"Hey. Can I come up there?" he whispered loudly, cupping his hands around his mouth. I crossed my arms, as I slowly started to wake up. And then the anger seeped in.

"What? You suddenly give a crap?"

Mimura cocked his head and glanced around, "What?" He seemed out of breath.

Like he had run to my house.

"Wait… how the hell do you know where I live?" I slurred, rubbing my head. Mimura grinned and said, "Yukie told me. I think she's a great friend, don't you?"

My eyebrows arched and I took a deep breath, "I think that Yukie needs to keep her damn mouth shut." Mimura chuckled heartily, and I felt my heart speed up; I hated how easily he made me feel weak. "Well, can I?"

"Can you what?"

"Climb up there."

"I don't know, can you?"

Mimura smirked and rubbed the back of his damp neck, and replied, "May I?"

"Well, you'd have to be able to, so can you?" I was just having a ball.

Mimura grimaced and said, "Want me to prove it?"

"Maybe, after you explain a few things to me."

"Like what?"

"Like, why were you a total jerk this morning in first and then had the nerve to act like you cared in the cafeteria then come tossing rocks at my window?"

He looked crestfallen, and he sighed heavily, looking down at his shoes.

"Well… let me go up there, my neck's getting sore from looking up at you."

I wrinkled my nose and retorted, "How? You Spiderman? And no, you can't climb my hair." Mimura grinned again, "Did Hikaru tell you about that?"

I scoffed, nodding; a girl from Class A, Hikaru Honizawa, had Mimura at her window one night, and he recited something from Repunzel. (Sp?)

I'm pretty sure that she's not a virgin any more.

Mim approached the cement wall, looking at it uneasily. There weren't any vines to craw up with, or some kind of thing that he could use as a ladder, either. I leaned on the window sill and watched him; it was rather amusing. I pretended to yawn and he stood back from the wall, scratching the back of his head, looking at the wall like he had just seen a ghost. "Hurry spidey, save me! I'm dying of boredom!" I cried sarcastically, dramatically flipping my arms up. I walked from the window and lay down on my bed, resting my hands on my tummy while staring forward at my toes. I wiggled them and smiled to myself,"He'll never make it… he'd have to use the front door." I Snickered, and looked up at my ceiling. My stomach was still clenched.

I still felt slightly numb and the dull ache in the back of my head hadn't subsided. I kept all of my thoughts directed away from, 'Him.' But then the mere thought of 'him' made his screams echo in my head. I couldn't even tell that it was him that was screaming.

It hurt me so badly.

When I heard that soft thump, I sat up immediately, shooting my gaze towards Mimura, who stood there by my window, brushing off his shirt. He smirked over at me, and my face was distorted into surprise. "How?" I hardly mumbled. I knew the answer. It hit me like a bullet from a gun.

He used the tree.

I had forgotten about the tree that loomed near my window, the tree that I had used when I was a child to climb into my room, falling numerous times. I had broken my arm, once.

"Well, spidey's here. Who's the damsel in distress that needed saving?" He smirked, taking a few steps closer to me. I pouted and crossed my arms, "Alright, well… first question is, why did you kiss me?"

Mimura pretended to think and he rubbed his chin, "Gee, I dunno. Maybe cuz… I like you?" He said sarcastically, shrugging, and taking a step towards me; I was sitting on my bed. I glared at him, but my face still reddened.

"K… well, then if you like me, why were you a jerk in homeroom?"

At this Mimura stopped to actually think. "Well… I dunno… tired?" I could tell that he was lying threw his teeth. "Right. Sure you aren't just using me? I mean, I'm the perfect person, aren't I. Submissive, weak and small." I said, counting off my fingers as I described myself. Mimura groaned and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hand, "Chi, I really do like you it's just… I have a reputation and like, I don't know, I didn't think that you had taken the kiss seriously…"

Seeing that I had been in a very fragile state at that point, my eyes welled with tears and I felt my bottom lip tremble.

"Y-you don't know how seriously I took it… You have NO idea. God, why is everyone assuming things nowadays? And why is life being so unfair to make the two guys I have ever liked do something retarded, like… like a lot of stuff!" I whimpered, hitting my fists on my knees and glaring at him through blurry eyes, and then I whispered haughtily, "And you look stupid right now!"

Mimura's frown vanished and he started to grin; it was true. He was standing there with a rip in his shirt and a damp neck, and red palms and he just looked stupid.

"Did you run here? It's damn cold outside…" I mumbled, crossing my arms and rubbing my eyes. He nodded.

"Why are you here?"

"To check in on you."

"Why?"

"Because you were so upset earlier."

"And you care, why?"

"Because I like you."

"I thought that I didn't take you seriously."

"Well, now I know that you do."

I grimaced, and my eyes threw daggers at him, "I hope you get frost bite," I bit off angrily, and at this, he smirked again. "I like it when girls play hard to get."

God I blush too easily.

"You'll never get me," I grumbled turning away from him so he couldn't see the pink tint on my cheeks.

That stupid idiot! He's just trying to get my mind off of Kiriyama…

I glared down at my feet but my gaze softened.

Well he's doing a pretty good job at it…

I heard his footsteps behind me, and I gasped when I felt his hands rest on my waist, his body pressing against mine. My body tensed.

I felt him lean down towards my ear; I wouldn't be surprised if his back hurt because I'm so damn short.

"I never said it was going to be easy," he whispered tauntingly, sending chills up and down my spine like liquid ice. His hands slid down my waist and towards my front until they were on my abdomen, and I pulled away, turning quickly, and stumbling onto my bed. "What… what the hell do you think you're doing?" I whispered, every fiber in my body angry that I pulled away, and numb. I don't think that my heart has ever gone so fast.

And he was just standing there, smiling seductively, looking at me as if he had already won. "I'm just trying to get you."

I slapped my forehead and stood up quickly, going around him and gripping the doorknob. "Hey, one more thing before you send me out." He said, walking next to me; I carefully watched him through the corner of my eye.

"I've heard from someone that you're a pretty good cook, and I'm freezing my ass off here. I wouldn't mind some hot chocolate." I was gripping the doorknob so tightly that my knuckles were white, "And just who told you that?" Without a pause, he said triumphantly,

"Yukie."