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Blair is out for work.

Day four the two of them decide to skip school. Well, it's not that they both voluntarily made up their mind to not attend, more like they felt forced to ditch. The tension surrounding them from their fellow students was absolutely suffocating, especially now since the bet has officially been changed. The two of them? Staying home from school? Alone? That's unavoidably fertile soil to plant rumors and let them grow.

Not that they minded. Rather, they welcomed the gossip. It wasn't with their original intentions but their peers' side activities were very interesting, and both of them were keen on using the fellow students' infatuated interest to their advantage. It also happens to be one of those sunny days, the kind of day where people break open the windows and let the nice, warm breeze just flow on in. A perfect day to skip school…

…and the two of them are hanging inside.

She's in her room, lying upside down on her bed with her feet on the wall. She's holding a book above her head and reading it, while he's parading around their apartment in a wifebeater after coming home from working out. He'd much rather strut around shirtless, but she's made it law that he has to always wear a shirt when inside their home. He complained that this gave him a handicap in the bet, but she wouldn't have any of it. Their conversation went something like this:

"You don't see me running around our apartment without a shirt on!" She argued.

"Well if you ask, I'd like to." He smirked.

"That wasn't a question!"

And now he's forced to wear a shirt whenever he's around her. However, in return to agreeing with her, Maka had to cook all their meals for the remaining days of the bet, because her 'law' would become void once the bet ended. It's almost half past one in the afternoon; she's been too infatuated with her story to even notice the time, and she's just getting to the good part when she hears a knock on the door. It sounded rather faint to her, and she didn't turn her head until the second knock when the door was opened.

"What the…" The book slips away from her fingers and lands flat on her face. Immediately infuriated, she scrambles around to get the book off of her, back somersaults off her bed, and stands up with the book in her hand. "This better be good Soul I just lost my page!" She points her trustee weapon at him.

He immediately put a hand up, keeping the other one in his pocket. "Calm down." When she lowered her book and crossed her arms, he put his hand in the other pocket. "It's late, I just went to the gym, and I'm hungry." He complained.

She gives him a scornful look. "I can tell, you smell terrible." She comments.

"Please, I didn't break a sweat." He smirks at her. "So come on, how about some lunch?"

"I'm fine. Not really that hungry." She replies with a smile. "You want food, you can make it yourself." Her room has suddenly become too crowded for her tastes and she pushes past him, walks down the short hall, and makes herself comfortable on their couch so she can crack her book open to continue her reading.

He stays standing in her doorway for a moment until she's settled onto the couch. After a short time of thinking, he swiftly makes his way to follow his partner and in another attempt to sway her, sits down next to her, very closely. She's very callous about his advance and continues to focus intently on the words written before her eyes. He's slightly annoyed with her cold demeanor towards him, so he moves his arm and tries to place it over his shoulders but she is quick to grab his wrist and keep it right over her head.

"Stop." She says sternly. "What do you think you're doing?"

He smirks and retreats his arm to shove both his hands in his pockets. "Aw, don't be shy." He smirks and stretches his arms once his hands are in his pockets, just to get into a more comfortable position on the couch.

"I'm not being shy." She tightens her grip around the covers of her book and tries to focus harder. "I just don't want to violate the rules."

He raises an eyebrow. "What rules?"

She sighs as if he's missed the most obvious thing in the world. "We're in a bet where the both of us are running around all week trying to practically kiss each other and on top of that, we live with together." She turns the page. "I just think we should set some ground rules."

"Ground rules?" He shouts incredulously like she's just said the two most blasphemous words in the English dictionary. "You're talking like we're friends with benefits." He sneers.

"No." She immediately defends herself. "Friends with benefits don't purposely try to fall in love with each other."

He smirks. "I don't think that counts if only one of them is falling for the other person."

"Excuse me?" He didn't exactly state anything of the sort, but she's caught some sort of offensive tone that he's inflicted onto her, and frankly she is not pleased about it. She shuts her book and glares at him.

He returns her look with a prideful one. "Let's be real, there's no way I could possibly fall for you, you're you. There's nothing to fall in love with. No tits…" She's lowered her glare at the damned word. "…no ass, no anger management, no…"

As he continues, she's completely infuriated. Her? Containing no assets? She's made sure to keep her hand clutched to her book as she flips on her side to straddle him in a death grip via her legs and using her free hand to claw her way to grasping the collar of his wifebeater; and all the while she's shouting in her head, who the hell do you think turned you into a Death Scythe anyways! No assets my ass! Because whether you believe it or not, I do have one!

Mirroring her earlier behavior, he stays callous about her sudden advance, and makes sure to keep one arm ready to catch a surely oncoming chop, because that book in her hand is starting to look more and more menacing with each passing second it isn't being thrust into his head.

He decides to wrap his speech up in some twisted version of a nice way. "I'll be the one seducing you, trust me."

And then she kissed him.

Woah.

He suddenly realizes why he'd forgotten to mention her lips, and not to mention her kissing skill, in his rant of unattractive qualities.

He's pleasantly surprised how well she's gotten after just one experience; to his credit of course.

Unlike the one he'd given her, she's kissing like she planned it out. He even cracked an eye open to see she had neatly placed her book on the arm of the couch, threatening visage and all. It looks rather lonely, like it's just been dumped and it's owner had found a new technique to punishing her partner. He's fine with the change, in fact, he wants to stick his tongue out at the manufactured tree but he can't because his tongue is trying really hard not to force open foreign lips; so it's pretty busy right now.

All that effort to restrain it, thrown into the garbage when he can't take it anymore and now their tongues are fighting for them, trying to win dominance; but he can't help but let her boss him around. He places his hands on her hips, trying to anchor her down so she has no room for escape and therefore she can't break the gesture. She now has both hands on his shirt, tugging it, in way that's begging for removal. This is one of the few exceptions he'd allow that called for his hands to withdraw from her hips, a body part that has been perfectly shaped for his hands, he notices.

Lips still locked he grabs the end of his shirt, which she surprisingly isn't sitting on, and begins to bring it over his head, but before he knows it she's already severed the contact between them, and the torso of his body feels empty and untouched.

"Good luck with that." She whispers in his ear.

He's left speechless, breathless, and fully unaware of what has just happened to him as he brings his shirt back down to cover his abs. He's too overpowered to assess the current situation post-occurrence, and by the time he does she's already pushed herself off of him and is casually walking towards the kitchen, because apparently, now she's hungry.

"Oh and take a shower, you smell absolutely horrible." She comments before opening the refrigerator.

…

It's Friday, which is generally the Soul-Maka-Liz-Kid-Tsubaki-Black Star-Patty-hangout-day. It isn't necessarily official, but the seven of them always find themselves ending up with each other on a Friday night, so they just try not to avoid separation.

Day five the two partners have decided to skip yet another day, but make the effort to meet the others on the basketball court. They never really acknowledged the kiss from the previous day, at least, not to the extent they've allowed the other to realize they're thinking about it. In fact, let's be honest, they both touched the subject in their thoughts at some point last night and they both concluded that it was one step farther than the other incident from day two of their bet.

And they're both sorely convinced that by the end of the week, everything will have changed; unless it already has.

This chapter's a little short, but hey! It's an update!

So the beginning of next chapter will be Day 5 Continued… so rest assured that little tidbit at the end wasn't all of day five!

Like I said, I'm continuing this short story with or without reviews.

But without will take longer.

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