A/N: The second part of the last chapter, put up quickly because I really hate when I'm reading a scene of a story and it's cut off half way! drives me completely nuts, I prefer to capture the whole scene in one chapter. Enjoy!

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She frowned at him in confusion as he avoided her gaze, a strange expression on his face. What had she...?

"Oh!" She exclaimed, putting a hand to her face as she was embarrassed all over again.

"I didn't mean...I guess you wouldn't know, you're not a dancer. For senior examinations we have to perform two pieces with a partner of contrasting styles in front of a live audience. When I approached him to be my partner I only did it because he's the best male dancer in the senior year. We never really got to know each other, only our skill levels and when we actually started working together...well you can see how that's going," She explained in exasperation.

He looked surprised then once again amused. Came on to fast, huh? It wasn't often you found a double meaning for that. He had to say he was a little relieved she wasn't talking about flirting or dating him. The small pierce of jealousy he felt towards someone else claiming the attention of his favourite student was bad enough without thinking they had something else going on as well.

With the amount of time they spent together outside of class it was hard not to notice the connection between them and feel a little protective of her. He hated to admit it but he had grown rather fond of his 'favourite student'.

"Do you ever just have...normal conversations?" He asked curiously and she smiled a little bitterly.

"Don't think I haven't tried distracting him from his insane practices, he just says, when it's time to dance, it's time to dance. Socializing can wait for a less important time," She quoted in her best imitation of his bossy voice.

"I knew he had a bad reputation before, but I never expected him to be like this. I always admired his seriousness for dance unlike some of the other guys and I know he's more skilled then Bakura-kun so I overlooked the rumours," She knew she was complaining, to Mutou-san no less, but it felt good to be letting it all out.

She didn't dare complain to anyone else, not even Miho, or the whole dance department would think she was ungrateful –and despite it all she didn't want him to think that either.

"Rumours?" He prodded, a feeling very different then jealousy rising inside. Suspicion...probably mostly just paranoia but still...

"Miho-chan warned me before I got involved with him, that is, became his dance partner, that he had a reputation for chasing fresh skirts and walking away after without concern," She said offhandedly then noticed the expression on his face.

"You mean...you got 'involved' with someone with such a reputation...just because he was the best dancer?" He asked, feeling like all the blood had drained to his toes.

He knew she was passionate, but that was taking it too far! Did she have no concern for her well being?

"He's never made any moves on me like that," She assured him with a wave of her hand as though it were of no concern. Of course, dance came before everything, he thought, remembering her words with disbelief.

"Mostly I'm just sorry it takes away from our lesson time...I can deal with Marik-kun even if I don't like it but when he makes us practice over time all I can think about is how much I'm making you wait and that just makes him more strict when I get distracted," She said with a remorseful expression, as though begging forgiveness as she looked at him.

"I don't mind waiting," He said, giving her a small smile. "Who am I to interrupt something so important to you?" He asked rhetorically. There was a moment of silence where they both stood there, not looking at each other.

"I wish I knew how you did it," She said quietly, breaking the silence and when he looked at her curiously she blushed a little, the colour that was formerly in her face having faded. He had to admit, she was cute when she blushed that way and it would be a lie to say he didn't enjoy making her do it.

"When I first started the lessons after school with you I was...nervous," She said hesitantly, taking a couple steps away to lean against one of the bars used for ballet practice and acrobatics. "You seemed to understand me almost as though we had met before, but at the same time you weren't judging me based on that," She knew her words were a little forward to bring up their past even in a roundabout way but she hurried on, avoiding his gaze.

"Somehow you knew exactly what to say to make me feel comfortable..." She trailed off, shrugging slightly with a sheepish smile in his direction. "I guess that's kind of silly of me to think you had some sort of strategy but it seemed like it," She said, rubbing the back of her head with a nervous laugh. He just looked thoughtful as usual.

"I wouldn't say I had a strategy but I did use one tactic," He said and she perked up, looking interested. She didn't even have to ask, he seemed willing to share.

"During our second meeting, even though it is most important for you to learn the science, I knew there was no way you could learn from me if you didn't trust me. The best way to build trust is to get to know a person so I asked you questions. 'Truth or dare' I think you called it," He said, shooting her another smile that made her feel like she'd been zapped by static electricity. Her insides buzzed pleasantly with the after affect.

"I never could figure out why you picked those questions," She said suspiciously and he just chuckled mysteriously.

"You'd like to know wouldn't you?" He responded, equally teasingly and she pouted a little.

"Please?" She begged and he felt his resistance melt away. Taking a step forward he put a hand on her head gently before ruffling her already messy hair playfully. She ducked her head, flushing cutely and giggling girlishly.

"How could I resist an expression like that?" He asked with a purposeful roll of his eyes. "The thing is," He began seriously as she folded her hands to beg some more, "If I wanted to know about your disorder I could look it up online. If I wanted to learn more science I could go back to school. If I wanted to be a better teacher I could ask Masahashi-sensei for advice. But if I want to know about you...there's only one person who can tell me exactly what I want to hear, with no uncertainty," He said, eyes locked on her with a sweet smile in place.

She felt her insides thrill again, not because it was an expression she had seen on his face before but because it was one she hadn't. There was nothing frightening about it either.

"How am I supposed to get Marik-kun to listen long enough to answer a question?" She questioned, feeling a little hopeless though she knew there was no chance of forgetting his advice.

"Catching someone off guard is the best way to do it. For someone so cool and collected...it is the only way you will catch his attention," Saying it like that made him uneasy, like he was giving her dating advice.

"Asking him before you begin practicing will probably be your only opportunity," He hurried on, blocking out his jealousy. He really needed to work on that. After all, he really wasn't even supposed to have favourites among his students, even one he was so close to outside of school.

"I'll try," She said uncertainly and he frowned a little. There was that lack of confidence again. It really didn't suit her at all.

"You know being a dancer must be hard physically," He said seemingly out of nowhere and she looked at him in confusion but didn't interrupt, knowing him well enough by now to know that he was going somewhere with his statement.

"But I think it would be more difficult emotionally," He said, looking around at all the mirrors that covered the walls almost completely with a fathomless expression, reflecting the two standing in the room and all the equipment perfectly.

"Every flaw is pointed out even without someone breathing down your neck, and you're forced to notice everything about yourself, good or bad. It would take someone with great confidence to ignore those distractions and become the best," His visage softened as his gaze met their forward reflection, showing the two of them side by side.

Her brown, red tinted eyes widened as she realized what he was saying in his own roundabout way. He noticed that his own eyes which many people commented on because of their strange coloring were a more noticeable shade of red then hers but there was something else mixed in to, not so much brown as...purple?

Well, Yuugi was his reincarnation and the boy did have violet eyes...the thought stopped him cold. Red and violet...crimson...he looked into the mirror again, seeing her eyes on him. Turning to face the real Anzu he gave one last miniscule smile before mussing her hair again gently.

"I have faith in you Mazaki-chan, you have a talent for getting through to people," He said casually then walked away, not rushing but not waiting for her either as he crossed to the door.

"M-Mutou-san...don't we have a lesson today?" She stammered, and he resisted a smirk as he turned to look at her with eyebrows raised.

"Not today, you've worked hard enough," He called back to her, and then disappeared out the door and she felt her insides bubble with mushy feelings. The first time she had been certain she was hearing things and she was too embarrassed to ask him but that time she heard it for sure, he had definitely called her Mazaki-chan!

Squealing a little to herself helplessly she gave a little hop then spontaneously did a spin around the bar, using only her arms to support herself. She stopped there, realizing her actions and felt her heart drop.

It would be lying to herself if she said she didn't recognize these fluttery feelings and silly hopefulness she had around him. She didn't want to believe it...but there was no other explanation...

It was back.

A/N: Aww, this chapter was so fluffy. Really not much else to say but tune in next time!

Here's a preview of the next chapter:

"You're a lot nicer then I thought you were," She said cheerfully and he looked away, not sure how to respond. To be fair she doubted he got many people telling him that he was 'nice'. That wasn't quite the right word though, he wasn't particularly nice, he was more like dark chocolate. He was semi-sweet.

"Just one last question," She said quickly as he crossed to the stereo. He sighed, running his hand through his hair then nodded, figuring one last inane question wouldn't hurt. "Well...I just kind of was wondering...are you gay?"

Hehehe, the next chapter is going to be so much fun to write!