Rated M for mature scenes and language.

If you're uncomfortable with this, don't even read this and read the next chapter that's coming out this Saturday night!

I fail at life so hard, that it's not even funny. Its Valentine's Day today and I haven't gotten Mikuo a present at all! It's not like I like him or anything. I just owe him for helping me out on the escaping plans. Owing people is too much work. Ugh, why was I raised to owe people stuff when they do so much stuff for me? I don't know.

Anyways, now I'm on a mission on getting that stinky giraffe a stupid Valentine's present. I'll call this plan: Giraffes Can't Dance.

Why?

Oh because, Mikuo really can't dance and it'll just remind me to not get him anything that revolves around dancing. Well, I think he can't dance because… can you REALLY imagine that boy dancing? A good looking boy like him can only—wait did I just call Mikuo good looking? Well whatever.

Right now, Mikuo is taking one of his naps on his clean bed. I wish my bed was clean. The giraffe always said it's because I keep leaving trash around everywhere and so does Kaito-nii. Agh, the anime is affecting me. ANIME IS WORSE THAN HYPNOTISM.

Ah shoot, lately I've been getting really off topic that this chapter is getting so random that it's really confusing for readers like you. I am so sorry. I'll just go straight to the story.

While Mikuo is taking a nap, I'm sitting on the ground while making a card just for him with the construction paper and the crayons I'm using that suddenly appeared in our room. As I colored the card, I thought about what I should say in the card. Should I just put that I am so glad that he was so willing to help me? Or should I put something else, something that expresses what I may have been feeling for him for a while. As I thought and thought about this, this bubbly and tightening feeling started to grow in my stomach to the point that I couldn't think about it anymore. Instead, I wanted to express it.

I got up and walked over to Mikuo to shake him awake. Once he was awake he groggily asks, "I was taking a nap, squirt. Whaddya want?"

I fumed when he called me a squirt. Obviously I wasn't a squirt since I'm already fourteen and such. But I held it all in and took a deep breath, "Mikuo, I need to tell you something important."

Mikuo blinked in surprise when I called him his actual name. I was a bit surprised at myself too, especially my boldness. He sat up straight and ran his hand through his wonderful sea-green hair, "What do you need to tell me that seem so important to wake me up?"

I bit my lip and then suddenly I found myself… pressing my lips against his. We stayed that way for what seemed like eternity even though it was only mere seconds. As soon we pulled away, the feeling in my stomach grew even bigger and I felt my cheeks heat up. I stuttered, "Mikuo, I…I really like you. I thought I should just tell you that.

The giraffe sat there speechless. I quickly turned around getting ready to walk away when I felt myself being pulled into an embrace. Mikuo buried his face into my shoulder and spoke softly, "I… I really like you too, no, actually I love you."

This time, it was my turn to stand there speechless. So instead of talking, Mikuo pulled me close to him and tilted my chin in a way that we pressed our lips together again. We first started out with gentle kisses and then it started to get passionate as I suddenly wrapped my arms around him and felt his tongue slip in my mouth. I mewled and then I stop kissing him.

Mikuo grinned and ran his hand through my hair, "What a cute sound that is, I want to hear more."

He pressed his lips against my neck and started kissing and licking that sensitive spot on my neck as he gently rubbed my breasts clockwise and then counter-clockwise making me mewl for more. I moaned, "Keep doing it some more—

"KAITO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU FUCKING DOING YOU PIECE OF RAT SHIT?!" screeched Meiko as she knocked the door down behind me as it fell down with a slam. I quickly turned around with the overflowing nosebleed coming out of my nose as my roommate, Gakupo, immediately took his hands off of the keyboard.

I stuttered, "Th-this is-isn't what you think this is, baby."

"FUCK YOU, THERE'S A BUNCH OF PORN ALL OVER THE COMPUTER AND—WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE GAKUPO?!"

Gakupo quietly replied as he twirled his long, purple hair. "I, uh, live here 'member?"

Meiko huffed and went to get a closer look of the computer screen. We both tried to cover the screens with our lives since we were both screwed but my lovely fiancé grabbed our shirt collars and flung us towards the back wall. She started skimming through the screen until I literally saw smoke coming out of her ears.

And yep, Gakupo and I are screwed. Fo' shizzle my drizzle.

"THE HELL IS THIS KAITO?! WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THIS PORNO ABOUT RIN AND THIS RANDOM GUY?! ARE YOU THAT INTO TWO TEENAGERS GETTING INTO SEXUAL RELATIONS? YOU'RE FUCKING TWENTY THREE NOW. YOU KNOW WHAT? WE'RE BREAKING UP. I AM DONE WITH THIS SHIT. GOODBYE KAITO." Meiko shouted as she stomped out of the door without throwing the ring at me.

I turned towards Gakupo and gave him thumbs up that I was still with Meiko since she didn't throw the ring at me. I got up and dusted myself off and went to exit our room, "I'm off to go visit Len and try to get Meiko an 'I'm sorry' present."

Gakupo shook his head and his purple eyes glinted, "No man, you need to do something better than that. You need to fucking marry her at a church right when you come back. Got it?"

I nodded. Then off I went to go visit my sooner-than-expected best man.

Uh, were you surprised? As if I'd write lemons or anything as mature. I'm not that cool. But this chapter was dedicated to the Anon who wanted lemons so bad several months ago and I thought I should play with my readers because I LOVE you.

Oh and happy Valentine's Day!

Mokona: Mikuo and Rin are currently scarred for life to even comment. Oh and please R&R!

Oh and by the way, I am SO sorry for you to have to experience this.