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Chapter 4: Spinning

The world was still spinning.

Actually, it had gotten worse while being in the kitchen and she was quite sure the reason was a mixture of alcohol and the mind-fogging cologne Heiji was wearing. Kazuha sighed quietly, her head still rested against Heiji's chest. "Feeling better, Ahou?" he whispered and she nodded – at least she was sure she did. He stopped stroking her hair and let his hands gently fall to her shoulders. Kazuha took a deep breath before she carefully pushed herself away from him. He was still steadying her and his eyes watched her silently. When his hand reached out to stroke a strand of hair from her face, he smiled slightly: "You look better. Not much, but still…" Kazuha frowned and shot him an angry glare. "I don't believe you'd look better were you in my position, Ahou!" she croaked, her voice rough and unused. In return he glared at her, too. "I would never be in your position, for I know my limits, Ahou!" She sourly bit her lip and turned around; ignoring the way the room was spinning again. "Maybe I'll go back in to find some more punch then," she told him angrily, taking some steps towards the door. Frustrated, he ruffled his hair and put his hand on her shoulder. "Stop it, Kazuha. Please." At least he'd said `please´, she thought, and stopped in her tracks. She heard him sigh. "Let's go in together. But," he got next to her and took her hand, "you won't leave my side! And no more alcohol." Kazuha nodded and refrained from smiling.

When they returned to the main room most people were fussing around Eliza, who was dancing on a table, swinging her hips and making grand movements with her arms. Kazuha controlled her urge to gag, while most boys at the party seemed to be hypnotized by her. Unfortunately Eliza spun around just in time to see Heiji and Kazuha walk towards an old armchair in the back of the room. She leaped from the table, which, Kazuha had to confess, looked quite gracile, and made her way towards them. Chuckling she stopped in front of Heiji, not deigning to look at Kazuha at all, and pressed her hand against his chest, just where Kazuha's head had been mere minutes before. "Where have you been, Heiji-Hon?" she asked sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes excessively. "I've missed you!" Now she was pouting and again Kazuha did all to keep herself from puking. While glaring at Eliza, Kazuha saw Heiji shortly glancing at herself, before a grin plastered itself on his face: "Oh, well, you know how it is, Eliza," Heiji told her, releasing Kazuha's hand and placing his arm around her shoulder instead. "Young love and all. We just needed some time to ourselves, but bummer! You caught us. We were just sneaking back in from our little make-out session!" he said bluntly, emphasizing the last three words loudly. Kazuha felt her face turn hot and while Eliza stared open-mouthed, Heiji proceeded towards the armchair. Gently he made Kazuha, who did not dare to look up from her lap, sit down and whispered "Wait here, I'll be gone for only a minute!" in her ear. Whilst Heiji went away Kazuha slowly lifted her gaze and just like she had expected, most people were staring in her direction, but fast turning their heads away when she caught them looking. She sighed. Not too far away some girls had clustered around Eliza and were now obviously talking about the mentioned make-out session.

"I can't believe he's really kissed her." Eliza was now hissing, before shooting Kazuha a dirty look. The other girls nodded in agreement. "I mean, have you ever seen them kiss?" – "I haven't even seen a peck on the lips or something in school!" Some other chick agreed loudly, directly blushing because she realized Kazuha must have heard her. The rest of the conversation was spoken in hushed tones which Kazuha couldn't make out anymore. She winced.

When Heiji returned to her a mere minute later, carrying a chair in one hand and holding a glass of water in the other, a blush was colouring her cheeks again. "What's the matter?" Heiji asked and sat down, handing the water to her. Kazuha took a sip and placed the glass on a little table next to her. She gulped nervously and took Heiji's hands in hers. Heiji gasped and blushed a little, staring at her questioningly. "Thank you for taking care of me," she whispered softly, looking him deep into the eyes. He smiled slightly and breathed a small sigh of relieve. "Anytime." he confirmed and squeezed her hands reassuringly.

"You know," she started again, looking down a little, "our act does not seem to be convincing enough for them." Heiji realized a tad of bitterness in her voice as she went on. "They're watching us all the time. As a matter of fact, they are watching us right now," she stated, while inconspicuously glancing at the girls behind his back. Kazuha looked at his face again, her eyes locking with his. "What could we do," she told him in a low voice that Heiji could only describe as seductive, "to make them really annoyed?" Her eyes were sparkling and her face was only inches from his. He could feel her hot breath on his lips. Heiji stared at her in disbelieve and realized his throat had gone dry. "'Zuha!" he groaned quietly, "what are you?" – "I think perhaps if you kissed me right now…" She didn't need to say anymore.

Later that night, when Kazuha tumbled into her bedroom and onto her soft bed, the world was still spinning. Actually, she couldn't think of a time that evening when her head (and the world, therefore) had not been spinning. Certainly not since Heiji's soft lips had descended on hers, kissing off her new lip gloss and making her heart beat faster. If her head hadn't been clouded already, she certainly wouldn't have been able to think after that first kiss. Or any of the others that followed. Kazuha felt herself blush again but didn't mind. It had been the perfect first kiss. Kisses, she corrected herself, grinning like an idiot.

It had been gentle and fiery and Kazuha could still feel the softness of his hair and neck under her fingertips. When they had finally stopped kissing, breathing hard, Heiji had just stood up, taken Kazuha's hand again and wished everybody a good night. Kazuha wouldn't even have minded the glares of the girls when they were leaving, had she been able to form a coherent thought. Perfect was the only word stuck in her mind.

It was only later that night, when she awoke from her slumber, that she realized a flaw in the otherwise flawless kiss: It had been the perfect first kiss she had been dreaming of for years. Only it hadn't been real. They were only pretending, even though it had been easy. And the little, nagging voice in her head resounded: Pretending is only ever easy when you're not pretending at all.

Author's notes:
Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. At first I wanted to stop before the last passage, but I didn't want to be mean.

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LUV, Ria