Sept, 10th 1999 - Konan and Pein -

Konan proof read her column again, as she rewrote a paragragh for her fashion segment. Her attention had been pulled constantly, to the orange haired male who sat two seats away. He never looked up once from the segment he was writing. "Strange Happenings" was the name of his column, Konan now found that to be ironic. She'd gone through every possible explanation in her head as to how they were able to be in sunlight, without going poof.

Or how none of the Akatsuki could even detect them. That had never happened before. You could say that the Akatsuki always got their vampire. Noone was safe from the Akatsuki. But whoever these guys were, they were good. There were legends about vampires that dated back as far as the first vampires. Most likely the legends were about these guys. Madara said that they were the oldest vampires in history. They were bound to learn new tricks along the way.

She studied Pein closely, as he typed away on the keys. He had skill and a great sense of fashion, that was for sure. But how in the hell was he able to be in the sunlight? That question was driving her crazy. She got up and walked to the water cooler, making sure to drop her pen, as she walked by. She bent down, as if to pick it up and breathed in deeply.

'Oh my kami!' he smelled wonderful. He was intoxicating to her senses. Her head felt all light and fluffy. It should be illegal to smell that good. Next thing she knew she was leaned down and smelling his hair. He slowly leaned forward, as he turned around to look at her. "Are you smelling me?" He asked with a sneer. "What? No! I dropped my pen, that's all. I was picking it up. See? Got it." She said as she walked to the water cooler.

Her cheeks were red and felt like they were on fire. She had gotten way to caught up in his smell. She had expected him to smell like other vampires, she had killed. A cross between sweet and sour, almost bitter. But not him, he smelled incredible. This was going to be complicated now. She'd never beable to look at him now, without remembering how good he smelled.

Kami, she was obsessed. She probably would have touched his hair if she thought he wouldn't have minded. 'Crap! What was she thinking like that for?' No! He's a vampire and she's an Akatsuki. That's the way it is She would kill him when the time came. Even if he smells glorious. She was headed back to her computer, when he stood up, right in front of her.

She looked surprised and then the smell captivated her again. Oh Kami, here we go again. He smirked at the way she looked on the verge of faintng. He leaned down and grasped her chin, as he brushed his lips against hers. She inhaled sharply, opening her mouth slightly. He chose that time to slip his tongue into her mouth. She felt wobbly as he placed an arm around her back for support.

All to quickly he broke the kiss and sat back down. Konan stummbled to her computer and sat down rather ungracefully. She plopped her hand on the keyboard. Unfortunately for her it was on the delete button. She gasped and looked at the screen as it went blank. She had just deleted two days of work. Her column was gone and she opened her mouth in a silent scream.

Pein pushed print and stood, to walk to the printer. As he walked passed her he snickered. "Problems?" He asked sweetly. Hot tears stung her eyes, as she cursed herself over and over again for letting herself get caught up in stupidity. She lay her head on the table next to the keyboard and sniffled. Great! Just great! Now she was going to cry like a child.

Stupid vampires. Stupid computers. Stupid delete button. Pein picked up his printed column and walked back to his seat. He looked over at Konan as she wiped her eyes. He was about to say something when the bell rang. He got up and walked out the door, leaving Konan to wallow in self pity.

She sat back in her seat and began to retype her column. It's a good thing that she had study hall this hour. She was going to have to work hard if she was going to make the 9:00 am deadline in the morning. "What was he going to say?" She mumbled. 'Was he going to offer a solution, an apology, or was he just going to rub it in? Probably the last one.' She thought in bitter frustration. She was going to make him pay for living that thousand years. He was going to wish he died along time ago.

How dare he make her lose focus and delete her column. Damn him for smelling so good. Damn him for being an excellent kisser and Damn these hormones. Wow she needed a reality check and bad. Where was a bucket of ice water when you needed one?