Oh my gosh. I am the queen of late late lateness. I am SO Sorry for the delay! *Cries*

Well… on a lighter note… I read the Battle Royale novel. Chisato cries because Mimura dies. XD (I lolled when I read that bit)

Steam from the boiling water reddened my face as I peered into the cup, checking to see if it was ready; it was, obviously.

I picked the cup up with a towel to shield my hand from the exceptionally warm glass and turned to place it on the table, picking up the hot chocolate pack and ripping it open.

I glanced up to see Mimura sitting at my Kitchen table, watching me contently.

Never in a million years did I think that Shinji Mimura would be sitting at my damn kitchen table, waiting for his hot chocolate, at 2:30 A.M.

Thank god my parents were out on a business trip, and my little brother Ryou was still asleep. I'd be dead meat if this got out.

"You aren't to tell anyone of this…" I said as I stirred the mixture. I took it over to him and set it down, a little speck of the drink dripping onto the table. He looked down at it and inhaled deeply, "Well it sure smells nice."

"Mhm. Just drink it." I said, waving my hand dismissively and walking towards the fridge, opening it and scanning over its contents. I heard him take a sip and I almost hoped that he liked it a lot; even if it was Nestlé's hot chocolate mix.

And he did. Holding the cup up smiling, he said, "Cheers."

And he took another big sip. Atleast, I'm pretty sure that it meant he liked it.

I secretly smiled to myself, and I turned to him, with an expression of triumph, "Okay then. Good. Now that you're warming up, you should probably go home. Do you need a jacket?" Mimura leaned back in the chair and propped his feet up on my table, "Who said that I was going home?"

What?

"Uhm… what?" I said, feeling my stomach loop a few times.

"If you don't mind, I'll be staying here for the night." he said, letting the pivoted chair's legs fall back to the ground, and he stood. "Why?" I asked quickly, watching him nervously as he walked around the table and started to walk out of the kitchen with the cup in his hand, "My dad's out with some chick he met on Business and my mom couldn't give a rat's ass, so here I am," Mimura said, quickly going up my stairs. I fallowed after him as fast as I could but his longer legs got him up the stairs much faster then I ever could, so by the time I was up there, my legs felt like jelly and my sides ached; like I said. I'm not very fit nor am I athletic in the least. "Hurry up slowpoke." I heard him chuckle when I stumbled into my room. I heard him slide the window shut and then I looked up to see him plop down onto my bed lazily, crossing his arms under his head.

"Uh, you are not sleeping on my bed."

"Says who?"

"Says me!" I growled, crossing my arms, trying to keep my quick breathing maintained.

"Jeez Chi, learn some manners, it's called sharing." He said grinning up at me, patting the spot next to him. My mouth fell agape and I shook my head, "NO!"

"Oh come on, it's a proven fact that you get warmer faster when you're using body heat."

"That's if you're naked!"

"Then strip for me."

"Hell no!"

"I'm just playing. But seriously, let's cuddle."

One part of my mind was screaming NO at me, but the other was begging me to jump on in the bed and cuddle him.

I sighed heavily and groaned, stamping my foot. "You're so stupid!" I seethed, grabbing the blanket at the foot of the bed and laying it on the floor. He sat up and watched me as I curled up in the blanket, and then whined, "Oh come on Chisato don't be like that."

"I will." I retorted.

"Please?" He smiled, poking me. I was not about to tell him that he just poked my butt and I really hoped that he didn't do it on purpose. I winced at the touch and glared up at him. He smirked down at me, his eyes glinting playfully.

I really liked him. I really, really liked him, but I tried not to let my feelings grow.

He was such a playboy.

And to be honest, Kiriyama was my main priority at that point, because I was worried for his safety. But something told me that Kazuo was okay.

I rolled my eyes and threw the blanket off of myself, standing and brushing my self off.

"Fine. But don't get any ideas." I said, jabbing a finger in his direction. He held up his hands and smiled, "Trust me, I won't."

"How the hell am I supposed to trust the biggest player on campus?"

"You're right. You shouldn't."

I placed my hand on the bed and slowly crawled around him, lying heavily beside him and turning to face the wall. My face was so hot that I thought I was going to explode into a bazillion pieces. Atleast I wouldn't have to look at him….

I could feel the bed shift as he turned over and I was waiting to feel his spine against mine. But nope.

His chin rested in the dip of my shoulder and his hands snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. I gripped the pillow under my head tightly, holding in a squeal that pushed against my shut lips as his hand slowly stroked my abdomen and the other pulled the covers over our bodies.

He really knew how to get me to go weak, and he knew that he was winning.

"Just stop resisting me for once; you know you enjoy it,"

He whispered into my ear, his lips brushing against the lobe, making me shiver.

"How do you know?" I mumbled when his free hand slipped up my shirt.

"Because you're smiling."

My small smile fell back into a frown. "No I'm not."

"You liar…" He chuckled, his hand toying with the cup of my bra. I gasped and my hand flicked up, grabbing his hand through the fabric of my pajama shirt. He clucked his tongue against the top of his mouth once, and his hand slipped out of my shirt, grabbing my hand and lacing his hand with it.

"Fine," he snickered.

He continued to brush one of his hands against my abdomen, and the other resting on my waist with my own entwined with it.

And no matter how hard I tried to resist relaxation, my tense muscles slowly relaxed, and my hard pounding heart slowed down as my eyes drifted closed.

His breath washed over the back of my neck, his rythmatic breathing lulling me to sleep.

………………………………………………………………………………………….

I was woken up by the sun against my eyelids, and I rubbed my eyes as I sat up, glancing around. It was a nice day. I stretched my arms over my head and sighed, feeling refreshed. I looked over at the clock… 11:00.

Wait, what the hell??!!

I threw myself out of the bed and grabbed the clock tightly, "Why the hell didn't you wake me up?!" I dashed out into the hallway when my brain finally registered.
"Uhm… Mimura?!" I called uneasily as I started to dig threw my laundry, searching for my uniform. That idiot! Did he go to school without waking me—

"What?" I jumped, and I turned around to face him; he was leaning against the doorframe of the laundry room. I gripped my heart and slid to the floor, "Christ you scared me! Do you have any idea what time it is?"

He nodded slowly, but looked at his watch nonetheless. "I was supposed to wake Ryou up for school!" I cried, quickly standing with my wrinkled blue uniform clutched tightly in my hands, but he held a hand up to keep me from running past, "It's alright. I got him up for you. He's at school." He said calmly. The clench in my stomach released just a bit, but gripped tighter when I realized that this was the first absence on my record.

Pretty much ever.

"Do you realize that we need to go to school today? It's Wednesday!" I yelled, pointing at my uniform.

He shrugged and nodded, "Yup."

"Yup? YUP?! How can you be so nonchalant? We need to go to school!"

"No we don't. I have something planned. Get your clothes on. And by that, I don't mean uniform." He said smirking, poking my forehead, and walking towards my bathroom. I stood in the doorway for a few minutes and just sighed, tossing my uniform back onto the pile of dirty clothes.

I pulled on my jeans and a plain white shirt, adding in a bracelet or two and then just slipped on some sneakers.

What can I say? I'm a plain kind of girl.

And it wasn't as if I was going on a date with… Mimura.

As I pulled the denim onto my thin legs, I started to wonder what Mimura was up to.

I mean really, what was I supposed to expect? It was Mimura! King of Kissers, prince of players, Master of mating! Seriously! I slipped pepper spray into my pocket at the thought of him taking me to one of those dinky love hotels, and then I got angry because I was pretty much flattering myself by thinking those things so I put the spray back. I groaned out loud and stomped into the hallway, down the stairs, and into my kitchen. He was sitting at my table again, whistling to himself.

Dick.

"Okay… so… you leave me in bed, ON A SCHOOL DAY. Exactly why is this?"

Mimura yawned and stretched before standing, "It's a surprise."

I pouted my lip subconsciously and crossed my arms, staring down at my sneakers and grumbling like a little girl. I wasn't happy.

I mean really. Chisato and Mimura, both missing. And with all these rumors flying about…. What if someone got suspicious? What if… what if someone told the teacher?! My mind was reeling. I felt dizzy and rubbed my temples.

"Babe, relax. I guarantee you that everything is gonna be okay," He drawled, standing up and stretching his toned arms over his head. "Though, there is a cure for stress."

This caught my attention.

I looked up at him; the smirking playboy.

"If you're thinking alcohol then there's no way in hell." Mimura pointed at me and said, "Effective, yes, but not quite."

"Then what?" I said, cocking my head, when it clicked.

And then the memories started to play. His soft lips meshing with mine… the way I forgot everything when we kissed. The way everything felt better, and the way he made me feel like a woman.

I was totally up for it.

"NO!" I said just as his mouth opened to speak. His smile turned to a frown and he grimaced, "Damn."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Okay. Well, where are we going."

He was smiling again and said, "It's still a surprise. Come on, I was able to pick up my truck while you were still asleep, it's in the front." He twirled the jingling keys around his middle finger and started for the front door. I scampered along behind him, snatching the front door key. I closed the door behind myself and locked it. Mimura hopped into the drivers seat and I buckled up beside him. He started the car.

Suddenly I was excited.

I felt bad.

NEVER had I ditched school. Never had a ditched school with a BOY! And it was… MIMURA! IT was thrilling. What if we got caught?

That made me even more excited.

As the car started moving, I found myself staring out the window, watching the world pass by. We passed Kiriyama's house.

There was a pang of sadness.

I really hoped he was okay…

"So…." Mimura suddenly said. I turned and looked at him.

He kept his eyes on the road as he said quietly, "Did you know that you talked in your sleep?"

My eyes widened, "Oh gosh, do I?"

He smiled, "Yup. You said 'hey wait up, my bikes broken,' and, 'Grandma'."

My face flushed but I laughed, "Oh gosh, that's embarrassing!" He chuckled.

"And your brother, Ryou? It took me like twenty minutes to convince him that I was his babysitter. He would not have it. He was like, No! I'm old enough to look after myself and blah blah blah! He punched me a few times."

I laughed harder, "That sounds like Ryou!"

Mimura grinned. I felt so comfortable.

It was like we had been friends for years.

After my laughter had died down, his smile faded and he looked stern.

"You know what else you said in your sleep?"

I smiled lightly and asked, "Heh, oh god, what else?" We came to a stop sign, and a few kids, obviously playing hooky like me and Mim, laughed and ran in front of us. Mimura turned and met my gaze, "You said Kazuo. A lot."

My smile was wiped away and my stomach clenched.

I looked away quickly and started fiddling with my bracelets.

"Oh?..." I said quietly.

Mimura nodded, and turned back to the road, starting to drive again.

"You were whimpering and writhing around. Look Chi… I really do care about you, and it bugs me that Kiriyama has hurt you so much, but I know that you like him. A lot. As much as I wish that you didn't, I can tell that you've really fallen for him. Yesterday? You gave me a bloody nose."

I looked up at him sorrowfully, "I'm… sorry…" He shrugged, "No, it's fine. I'm just worried about you. And look, about me ignoring you and being a prick, I'm sorry. I've got a reputation, and that just makes me sound selfish, but I'm really not that bad. I like you. A lot."

I was warm. There was a tingly feeling in my chest and stomach.

It was a new feeling… I was falling for Mimura, and I was falling hard.

"And that's why, I brought you here." He said, the car slowly coming to a stop. I looked up, and saw the Hospital.

I UPDATED. *is proud of self*