Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm sorry that I COMPLETELY dropped the ball on this. Last semester was a beast, but I'm determined to take more time for myself, and that includes finishing this fanfic. I hope not to go missing like that again . . . at least not in the middle of a story. :)

Thank you for reading and reviewing!

Kahoko slumped into her chair and fought the urge to lay her head down on the desk and close her eyes. Instead she focused on smoothing out the papers that had been crumpled during her mishap in the hallway. A couple members of Yunoki's fanclub had "accidentally" stepped on (and ripped one of) her homework assignments. Kahoko grimaced at the thought of him. He was the whole reason she'd been so flustered in the first place . . .

"Kaho, are you okay?"

She jumped slightly as she was pulled from her reverie. Recovering quickly, she smiled at Mio. "I guess I'm still half-asleep. I dropped all my books in the hallway just now."

Nao snorted. "You mean you're not always that clumsy?"

"Nao, don't be so mean!" Mio folded her arms and frowned at the other girl. Seeing her glare deflected by a not-so-subtle eyeroll, she gave up and turned her attention back to Kahoko. "Are you sure you're okay? You're not hurt or anything?"

Kahoko shook her head. "No, my homework took the majority of the beating."

"Well that's good. That you're okay, I mean."

"And on top of it all, you're actually on time today," Nao added.

Mio opened her mouth to scold Nao again, but was interrupted by the bell. Everyone stood as the teacher entered the room, and Kahoko couldn't help feeling a sense of relief that the conversation had ended. She didn't want to have them asking what she had done over the weekend. If she couldn't keep her composure just seeing Yunoki in the hallway, there was no way she could lie through her teeth to her best friends.

With a sigh, Kahoko looked at the clock and started counting the minutes until school would be over.

"Finally, lunch! I'm starving!" Nao suppressed a laugh as Mio hastily opened her bento and started cramming food into her mouth. Instead of following suit, Kahoko stood and picked up her violin case. "Kao, whe you gomg?" Mio mumbled through a mouthful of food.

"Sorry guys, I really need to practice. I'll see you later!" Without waiting for a response, Kahoko rushed out of the room, walking quickly and keeping her head down in the hallway, hoping to not run into anyone on the way. She found an empty practice room and shut the door quickly, letting out a deep sigh of relief. She took a few moments to gather her thoughts before opening her case. Reverently, she picked up her violin and bow and closed her eyes to play.

"Kahoko."

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice. She turned around slowly. "Yunoki."

He stood in the doorway smiled sweetly. Not a good sign. "Do you have a moment?"

She nodded and silently put her instrument back into its case. She clasped her hands together to keep them from shaking and watched him step into the room and lock the door.

"I'm a bit disappointed that you didn't say hello this morning."

Kahoko looked pointedly out the window.

"So here I am, saying hello."

She cleared her throat. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Yunoki raised an eyebrow and shrugged out of his coat. "Who said that I wanted to talk?" He hung his jacket over the practice room window and stepped back. Satisfied with his work, he turned toward Kahoko.

Her eyes widened. "What are you . . . " the words stuck in her throat, and she swallowed nervously. Was he actually going to . . . here? What if someone saw? She backed up, her limbs stiff with fear, and gasped when she hit the wall.

Yunoki cocked his head to the side. "Where do you think you're going?"

Kahoko flushed. "You can't. I mean, what if somebody walks in? And . . . and . . . what if . . ."

"You talk too much," he whispered, and covered her mouth with his own.

I should tell him to stop.

When he pulled away, she opened her mouth to protest, but he placed a slender finger over her lips. "The door is locked, so nobody will come in. I covered the window, so nobody will see. The only thing we have to worry about . . ." he glanced up at the clock on the wall, "is time. And of course, if you're too loud, they'll be able to hear." He kissed his way slowly down her neck and smiled when she whimpered. "It's a shame. I really do love it when you say my name."

She clenched her hands into fists, trying to focus on the pain of her nails digging into her palms. "You really shouldn't . . ."

"I know. I wasn't planning on it." He straightened up and laughed.

Kahoko flushed. "Yunoki! You—you—ˮ she pushed at his chest. "You're too mean!"

"And you're too tempting."

She didn't know how to respond to that. "I don't . . ."

Before she could react, Yunoki had pushed her back against the wall and slid one hand up her skirt. "I never was very good at controlling myself around you."

"You said that you weren't . . ."

"I didn't specify the details."

She hesitated, and Yunoki's eyes narrowed. "I can manage this where it will be kept secret, or I can make it very obvious what we were up to. Your choice. I recommend that you listen to me and obey."

Kahoko closed her eyes and nodded.

"Good girl."

He was so condescending, so demeaning. She wanted to hate him. She should hate him.

She was just so confused.

He was everywhere and there was nothing gentle or kind about the way that he was kissing her, touching her. She could hear his breathing quicken, feel it hot against her skin, she was biting her lip so hard that she was afraid it would start to bleed.

She wanted to push him away. She wanted to never see him again.

She clung to him. She pulled him closer. She felt the hunger in his kiss and responded in kind, hating herself for shivering when he groaned.

It lasted forever. It ended too soon.

Yunoki left right as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. He'd given her a handkerchief and told her to make herself presentable and hadn't breathed a word of thanks. Of course.

Kahoko straightened her uniform as best she could and smoothed her hair. She ducked into the girls' bathroom and splashed water on her face, hoping it would help to combat her flushed complexion. As she settled into her desk in her next class without any major incident, Kahoko let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding.

She tried her best to focus on the lesson, but found it impossible. She was worried. Worried about what she had done. Worried about what would happen if word got out. If she told the truth, would anyone believe her? Yunoki was . . .

Well, to the public eye, he was an angel in every sense of the word. Beautiful, talented, polite. But she knew better. She saw the anger, the need for domination and control. She had been taken advantage of, after all.

She should hate him. She should.

But she couldn't bring herself to.