VALENTINE'S DAY
by Megumi-chan

"See you, Mr. Yamaguchi," Tokiya said, smiling. The smile meant two things; he was getting a rest, and he would have the house alone for one whole night w/o computing problems.

"First things first," he said happily, fixing the house. He didn’t even know why he was fixing it, because it wouldn’t look like this later on.

He pulled down the venetian blinds and shut the windows firmly. Putting on romantic music into his stereo, he scattered confetti all over the place.

"Ah, ma cherie," he said in an exaggerated accent. "It would be of excellent pleasure to steal a kees from your leeps..." he picked up a pillow and puckered his lips.

"What the HELL do you think you’re doing, Tokiya Mikagami?" A male voice asked Tokiya jumped and through the pillow on the floor. "Oh! Baka! You’re kinda early for the Valentine’s Day party..." he said,  lamely pretending to have a cold.

"What’s with the hearts and flowers?" Recca muttered.

 "Romantic atmosphere," Tokiya shrugged, being icy. "Yanagi and my brother's friends would love that. Fuuko, Kaoru, and Domon are coming as well. So are Aki and Miki."

"Enough to play Two Minutes in the Closet," Recca said mischeivously.

Tokiya nodded. "Uh, I mean, no!"

When the rest of the guests arrived, Raiha started the party by showering people with heartsy fartsy confetti. Domon couldn’t keep his eyes off all the ladies. Finally, Yanagi decided to change the music.

"Let’s draw slots to see who’ll dance together," she suggested.

Tokiya tore out little strips while Recca wrote everyone’s name. They shook the girl’s names in a hat, and the boy’s names in a container.

Aki picked up a pair. "Miki and Domon," she announced.

Domon pumped his fist in the air. "All RIGHT!"

Tokiya picked up another pair. "Neon and Recca," he said.

"What?!" Recca cried, looking crestfallenly at Yanagi.

"No way!" Neon protested. "He dances like a clod!"

Fuuko dug her way through the hat. Her face broke into a smile. Then it faded. "Me and Kaoru," she said, throwing the pieces of paper over her shoulder.

"Litterbug," Recca accused.

"Oh, like I care," Fuuko said, rolling her eyes.

Neon grabbed two pieces floated around. "Tokiya and Aki, the two ice-cold people of the gang," she said, smirking slightly. The gang ooohed.

"Aki and the French poodle!" Recca said.

"If you tell, I’ll kill you," Tokiya threatened.

"What?" Fuuko asked. "Tell me!"

Recca shrugged and whispered something in Fuuko’s ear, which made her laugh. Tokiya glowered at Recca. If he told her...he just had to pick the cutest girl in the—oh, why did I think that?

Miki drew Kurei and Yanagi. They just raised their eyebrows. "I’ll trade with Neon," Yanagi offered.

"And get me stuck with her? I doubt it," Kurei challenged.

So they danced. By far the best dancers were Fuuko and Kaoru and Aki and the French poodle. They outswung, outboogied, and outrumbad every couple. Some neighbors even stopped by to watch, because the blinds were down. Everyone forgot about Tokiya and Recca’s strange teasing, but a soon as a French romantic song came up they cracked up all over again.

"Oh, shit, I think I’ll explode," Recca gasped.

When they finally stopped dancing, they ate more food.

"I know," Fuuko said wickedly, "Let’s have a kiss contest!"

"No!" Everyone except Recca and Yanagi shouted.

"Randomly," Fuuko added.

"No!" Recca and Yanagi shouted. "Yes!" Everyone chorused.

First kiss: Domon and Miki

"All right!" Domon screeched. "I get to dance and kiss the girl of my dreams!"

And so they kissed. Very slighty. Domon seemed sad, but Yukina was perfectly happy that way.
 
Second kiss: Neon and Raiha

Neon just rolled her eyes. "Who cares?" She grabbed Raiha’s head and kissed him hard on the lips before he could react. Raiha shoved her away and began sputtering around.

Third kiss: Yanagi and Kurei

It was boring. Just little, quick lip contacts. But why were they paired again? It was in everyone’s peculiar, little hentai minds.

Fourth kiss: Aki and Recca

It was just like the third kiss.

Fifth kiss: Tokiya and Fuuko

They cooperated with it. Tokiya kissed Fuuko, and was surprised to see his knees shake. Fuuko seemed equally startled. Tokiya made the kiss deeper, as he began to sort out his feelings for her. Even for the past few months he wasn’t himself when she passed. There was a feather-light pounding on his chest, and it wasn’t his heart. Fuuko was telling him that she had no more air. When Tokiya opened his eyes, everyone was gaping at him.

"Geez," Domon said finally, "How many times did you practice?"

"The French poodle and the gorgeous meaning of death..." Recca muttered. Two flying posts hit his head. "Ouchie!"
 
"Stop with the poodle thing!" Tokiya barked. <Barked? Sorry but my insanity is going loose again>

They scarfed down some more food until Kurei announced that he was bored.

"Let’s sing love songs to each other," Recca said. "I brought CD's."

Tokiya rolled his eyes. "No way, I'll be deaf by tommorow"

"Let’s play Truth or Dare," Yanagi said.

"Me first," Fuuko said suddenly. "Recca, truth or dare?"

"Um...truth."

"Tell us why you call Tokiya the French poodle!"

"NOOOO!" Tokiya screamed. He could remember his idiotic accent, puckering his lips, oh, the terror, the humiliation!

Recca crossed his legs. "I got here first, and I noticed the place was like a romantic movie setting. Then Tokiya was clutching a pillow to his chest, and he said ‘Ah, ma cherie, it would be of excellent pleasure to steal a kees from your lllleeeps..."

"What?!" Hinageshi asked, bursting into laughter.
 
No one cared about Truth or Dare anymore. They wanted some real passion. Some real, mush. Sort of like...Two Minutes in the Closet.

"Everyone pick a number," Fuuko instructed, still blushing. Everyone chose a number written on Tokiya's old test papers.

"First off...number three, choose your number." <Note: this is a different game, where they only make one trip>

Domon scratched his head. "Number two, I guess." Miki turned red, and both of them entered the closet.

They came out exactly one milisecond after two minutes. "Damn you!" Domon screamed at Tokiya.

Tokiya remained calm. "Number six, choose a number."

Aki frowned slightly. "Number one," she said softly.

Recca pumped his fist. "Woo-hoo!" Then he noticed Domon's nose ring glowing. "Eee...I mean, oh, shucks!"

One second after two minutes, they emerged slowly from the closet.

Yanagi and Domon were not happy campers.

"Number five, choose your number."

"Four," Kurei said.

Yanagi stood up.

Neon gasped. "Oh no, this is the third time you’ve been together!" she shrieked. "It must be a message from the gods!"
 
"Get a life," Kurei murmured. Neon was already in her own world, probably imagining the two in the closet...<brrrr!>

"Number eight, choose your number," Tokiya muttered.
 
Neon seemed startled. She was still eyeing the awed Kurei and the blushing Yanagi. "Number nine," she said. Raiha glared at her. They walked into the closet. Everyone waited intensely. Suddenly they heard laughter. It was Raiha’s laughter! Then some rustling and some more giggling...and a loud crash. "Oops," Neon’s voice said breathlessly, "Oh, too bad."
 
"This is more important," Raiha said huskily. They both burst into laughter, and then quick silence followed.

Five minutes passed...

Ten minutes passed...

Finally, they emerged, their clothes dirty and hair really messy.

"Oh my god!" Domon yelled at them. "What were you doing?"
 
"Nothing," Neon said quickly. No one believed her.

Tokiya turned to the beautiful girl beside him. "I guess it’s both of us," he said softly.

"Yeah," she replied, just as nervously. They entered the closet.Fuuko noticed just a small light was there. "So what do we do?" she asked the swordsman beside her.

Tokiya suddenly felt like he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. It happened in just three seconds. The puzzle formed. The stupid acts that happened whenever Fuuko passed by, the glances stolen whenever she wasn’t looking, the late nights where he thought of her and wanted to do stupid acts that even he cant imagine...

He was in love with her.

"This," he said, and cornered Fuuko to the wall. He placed his lips over hers tenderly, meanwhile caressing her shoulders. "I’ve been in love with you the whole time."

"Tokiya..."

He wanted everything that was of Fuuko, especially her heart. She remembered the past days when she wanted to beat him up when Tokiya walked by, could it be that the saying 'the more you hate a person...the more u love him/her' ?
 
"I love you," Tokiya whispered into her neck. His arms circled around her waist and pulled her down on the floor. Fuuko slunk against the door. Her head was in an uncomfortable position with her chin up. "Fuuko..." Tokiya whispered again. Her eyes were just driving him crazy. "Haven’t you noticed? I turned into jelly whenever you passed these past few days."
 
Fuuko closed her eyes as she felt Tokiya’s warm breath on her skin. "I don’t know; I was so busy," she answered truthfully.
 
"Well it’s true," he said, moving back to her lips. Tokiya kissed her with all of the force he had. And finally Fuuko couldn’t resist him anymore. She gave in.

Recca played with Yanagi’s hair and yawned. "No one said it had to be two hours in heaven, y’know," he said. "This party is a drag. They were even worse than Neon and Raiha."

"We didn’t do anything," Neon snapped. "Except—"

Recca looked interested. "Except?"

"Nothing," Raiha replied.
 
"Yeah," Neon echoed quickly.

Fuuko and Tokiya finally burst out of the closet, panting slightly.

"Jeez!" Domon shouted in their faces. "What did you do?"
 
Fuuko stared at him, her jaws open. Finally she shut them. "Nada," she said weakly. "Listen, Tokiya, I really have to go now...I’m feeling tired..."

"I’ll take you home," Tokiya said, grabbing his jacket. "There are too many robbers outside, y’know what I mean?"

Fuuko nodded. They were out of the door in a flash.

"Whoa," Aki muttered.

Suddenly Neon burst into giggles. Then the giggles grew into hysterical laughter. Raiha started guffawing too.

"What?" Reccademanded.

When they finally recovered, Neon smirked at the gang. "What did you think we were doing?"
 
Recca’s eyes bugged out. "You mean—"

Raiha disappeared into the closet and came back out, holding a video camera and a tape marked "The bishonen and the bishojo"

"So," he said devilishly, "who wants to watch TV?"

~OWARI~
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