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Her lips were soft, sweet and inexplicably moist. He could feel them tense against his either from nervousness or shock but something completely absurd made him want to rectify the situation. Grasping the back of her head with his good arm he increased the pressure pushing onto her with unimaginable force until she opened her sweetness to him. She tasted so good, like a rare Indian delicacy, exotic and so full of life. It made him greedy. She made him greedy. His tongue rubbed against hers and he felt her moan resonate throughout his body driving him to continue his glorious exploration of her mouth.

A sharp pain shooting through his cranium sent him flying back to reality and away from his delusions. His lips silently mourning the loss of hers and he clutched his head in a fierce grip. Soft hands blanketed his again and he stared at Anzu incredulously noting her flushed but determined face. She nudged his hands away and inspected his head with careful precision. His gaze wandered treacherously to her frowning lips feeling a perverse pleasure at the sight of the bruised flesh.

"Kaiba?" He glanced at Anzu thanking the heavens for an excuse to focus on anything but her damn mouth. She looked pensive and he watched mutely as she smoothed his sweat drenched bangs from his forehead. "Maybe you should lie down again. If you over exert yourself who knows what could happen." She was still blushing he noticed and her voice was breathy and nervous almost shaking with every word. He supposed the kiss (which he initiated of all things) was affecting her as well. Good. It gave him some measure of control and he promptly pushed away from her. Her closeness was beginning to affect him more than he'd realized.

"I'm fine Mazaki. It's just a headache, no need to be so dramatic." Anzu huffed and planted her hands on his shoulders forcing him to look her square in the eyes.

"Even if it is a headache, you really should lie back down. You're dizzy and it's not like you can do anything else with the room the way it is." She had a point, he admitted grudgingly. The small area of the classroom looked like a battlefield. Chairs, desks and even the ceiling lights were cluttered on the floor, barely any space to remotely do something constructive like getting help. It was all so purposeless and Seto felt fatigue crawling over his body. Damn, he was so worn out that Mazaki's suggestion to rest seemed like a godsend.

"Lie down." Her voice was so gentle and soothing to his ears and he momentarily gave into her quiet command. His head came down on her lap and he felt the timid explorations of her fingers through his hair.

"I'm going to kill you after this Mazaki." She giggled and increased the pressure of her digits easing the knots accumulated in his skull vanquishing the throbbing pains with every brush. It felt like heaven lying here, doing nothing and being massage by a pretty girl. His eyes widened and his body tensed. There was no fucking way he found Mazaki pretty. It was probably the stress coupled with his injuries and tiredness Seto assured himself. His usual rational self would never think such an atrocious thing.

"You have to relax Kaiba. You can plan my untimely death after you're better." Somehow they had evolved from bitter enemies to something he'd rather not think about. The word friends came to his mind and that was the last thing he wanted to happen between them. The memory of their kiss came flooding back and he scowled at the mental image. Whatever possessed him to do something so stupid was beyond him. And he felt like getting as far away from her as possible. Yet there was no way in hell he would stop her ministrations. It just felt too damn good...

Anzu smiled happily when she realized her brooding companion had fallen into a fitful sleep. He had a small frown on his face and his eyebrows were drawn together. He must be having an unpleasant dream, she thought and brushed his bangs to the side. There was no way she could stop herself from playing with his hair. It was too enjoyable and she felt guilty for being happy while he was injured. She hesitantly lifted two fingers to her lips and a light blush appeared instantly. His kiss was so addictive and she wondered why on earth would he kiss someone like her when he had thousands of fan girls at his fingertips. Somehow the thought made her miserable.

But why should she feel that way? Obviously he regretted it and they were in no way a couple or anything so he could kiss whomever he pleases. That just made her feel worse.

"Why am I thinking about that at a time like this?" Anzu questioned herself out loud. There were other important things to worry about like the man who was peacefully snoozing on her lap. She smiled despite herself and leaned back against the wall. His behavior was troubling to say the least. Never in a million years would she expect Kaiba to actually allow her the pleasure of touching him, caring for him and even kissing him! It was definitely bizarre but she suspected he was too tired to be bothered by such inanities. Once he got a good night's rest he would be aiming for her jugular just like yesterday.

Seto stirred listlessly sometime later and smothered a yawn with the back of his hand. The action causing Anzu to giggle quite unceremoniously. "Did you have a nice nap?" Her genial behavior was getting to be annoying now. After what he could call as the best sleep he had in the last six months, he figured out that their so-called friendship should be put to death. He didn't like the idea of having her clinging to him acting like he was going to die any second. It was very disconcerting and he planned on setting things straight between them. Sitting up he directed a firm glance towards her, offering every ounce of superiority he could muster.

"Mazaki, I'm only going to say this once." She lifted an eyebrow obviously interested in what he was going to say. "You and I are not friends so stop acting as if we are." To his surprise he saw her smile.

"I thought as much." Now it was his turn to raise an elegant brow. "It was only a matter of time before the old Kaiba reared his ugly head." She stood and stretched, her arms rising above her head, back arching and Seto traced the curved line with his eyes. Her brown head tilting upwards and blue eyes shut tightly. Slim arms descended a second later and she smiled at him. "If you're feeling better then maybe you should get some exercise as well."

"I hardly call stretching like a lazy bum exercise." Seto spat and held the wall for support while he attempted to stand, pleased when he felt no trace of dizziness and his strength returning. He glanced at Anzu and saw she was looking at him with a ridiculous smile plastered on her face. Rolling his eyes he stood erect and walked a few paces observing there poor surroundings. The sky was a darker hue almost pitch black, completely unusual for five in the morning. He sighed. That only meant they were in for a shower. A lengthy one for that matter. But speaking of showers, he realized that he hadn't had one since yesterday and being covered in sweat was not his cup of tea.

"Mazaki, its seems we're overdue for a shower."

"And?"

Seto restrained himself from calling her a few choice names. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed and took a few steps towards the door. The shelf which crushed his arm was lying across from it but they could simply walk over it. It wasn't difficult and he was curious to see if the rest of the school was in shambles. Well not really, but anything to get out of this classroom. The shower was calling to him...

"And we might as well get cleaned up. No use staying hot and sweaty for the rest of the time we're stuck here. Besides you reek." He chuckled inwardly seeing a rosy blush rise to her face coloring her crimson. It was an amusing image and he felt satisfied to be back on top of his game.

Anzu couldn't believe this jerk! Here she was worried about him, caring and be so nice to his arrogant self and what did she get in return? A bunch of rude and completely false remarks. So what if she was a bit sweaty, its not like she smelled like Jou after gym class. His assessment was utterly insane! But still, she really was craving a nice long shower and then there was the fact that she wanted to be insulted by him not too long ago. I am such an idiot!

"I see you're back to your pompous self." Anzu drawled while walking towards him. She smiled and tapped his chest not at all embarrassed or displaying the sizzling sensations she felt by touching his solid body. "And you're right a shower is definitely what we need." Her hand glided to his face and she patted his cheek harshly. "And I do not reek!"

Anzu flounced away and climbed over the dismantled shelf like a pro, her body showing an indescribable grace as she descended to the floor. Blue eyes burning into his and her hands fixed firmly on her hips showing a measure of annoyance. "Well? Are you coming or not?"

Seto growled angrily. Who did she think she was ordering him around like one of her loser friends? He was Seto Kaiba for god sakes and people twice his age showed him the respect he deserved! He would have to teach the snotty cheerleader some manners. His arm throbbed and he saw the remnants of her shirt wrapped tightly around it and he sighed. Maybe he'll teach her a lesson after they got out of here.

Long legs moved over the wooden cabinet with ease almost gliding across just as easily as Anzu did and within seconds he was at her side staring down his nose at the woman who drove him completely insane. "Happy?" She smiled not at all pleasant, her canines poking out when she parted her lips grinning at him like a hyena.

"Nope." She flicked some hair away from her luminous gaze "But I will be after I take a shower." Anzu grabbed Seto's uninjured arm and pulled him towards the darkened corridor. The action making the male very angry.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She actually had the audacity to scoff at him! Whirling around to address him with a scowl on her disgruntled face.

"It's dark and knowing you, you might injure yourself by trying to macho." Seto bristled at the way she was speaking to him. Complete lack of manners and he was sorely tempted to put her in her place. Yet something inside made him hesitant to do so. The familiar feel of her petite hands around his arm made him reminisce about her caring nature from earlier. The way she tended to him and brushed his hair...Dammit he had to get ahold of his crazy behavior! It seemed after a long rest he still hadn't reverted back to normal. Perhaps the shower would take care of that.

"Fine."

"Fine?"

Seto sighed and rolled his eyes at her stupidity. "Yes. So if you don't mind could you move it along before I turn fifty!" Anzu grumbled something under her breath which suspiciously sounded like 'dumbass' and moved forward dragging a smirking Seto along who was all to eager for his shower.

A/N: I would like to clear up a few things.

(1) The shower idea was just a way for them to leave the classroom and inspect their surroundings. I know I made them have a shower earlier but right now I'm completely mindless. I don't think I'll write another shower scene so don't worry.

(2) I know the kissing scene was a bit too short but that's just the beginnings of their romance. I plan to have a bit more intimate moments between them as the story progresses.

(3)...well I don't have a third point.

I have a few one-shots coming up, two for accuracy sake and I will post them by the end of the week. I feel so inspired these days and I have a lot of time on my hands at least until Thursday.

Hope you enjoyed and please review!