"(Y/N), you're getting better."

I heard Gakupo's deep voice near my ear.

"Oh, you scared." I said, sourly, looking at the stuffed dummy that I had just stabbed in the shoulder.

It's cotton guts spilled onto the ground at my feet.

"So, wait, I am?" I asked hopefully, looking up at my superior. 

Gakupo smiled sweetly, his purple hair swishing towards me in the breeze.

"Yes. You are."

The training center was empty that night.

It had gotten cooler lately, and the weather warned people of an oncoming thunderstorm this night.

Regardless of that we practiced.

It was only Gakupo and I.

The only two who took being a Samurai seriously.

"So, how is your singing career been lately?" I asked him, swinging my sword against his hard.

He blocked it quickly, sending me sliding backwards a few feet.

"It's going well."

"That's good." I replied, starting a spinning attack.

He blocked it as well, grinning.

"Stop grinning."

"Why?"

"Your teasing me!"

"Am not."

"Yes you are!" I said, slashing my blocking his swipe near my face.

"Hey! That was close!"

"Sorry..."

"So... Gakupo?" I started, circling Gakupo before going in for another attack.

"Yes?" He asked, twisting my sword sideways with his making it fall to the ground.

I grimaced, picking it up before continuing.

"So, how has Luka been? I know you like her." I said, teasing him as I ran to the side.

Gakupo frowned, catching me off guard as He leaned in, inches from my face in order to smack my sword out my hand again.

"I don't like her, I've told you that before." He said coldly, fixing his purple hair.

I had recently cut the ribbon that tied it, making his long pretty hair fall down.

He sighed, looking at the ribbon. "And this one was my favorite."

"Sorry. Here, use this" I handed him a yellow ribbon that I usually put on my sword.

Gakupo stared at me for a moment, a strange look on his face before taking it, his fingers brushing against mine.

I felt a chill as he started to put it in his hair, saying a quick "Thank you."

Strange.

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(Gakupo's POV)

For some reason, the moment she took the ribbon off her sword and offered it to me, something in me... felt weird.

Why does this single act of kindness make me have this strong sense... of desire?

I took it, my heart pounding slightly as my fingers touched hers.

Was this like the way Kaito had talked endlessly about during practice?

The way he had looked at Miku, and felt such a heart rending feeling for her?

"Thank you." I said, withdrawing my hand and putting up my hair.

(Y/N) smiled, and my heart started to flutter.

This was annoying and enjoyable at the same time.

What's happening to me?

How come she can make me feel this way?

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(Your POV)

I shut my blade back into my sheath, looking at Gakupo still.

Something was off with him.

He was fidgeting, muttering, and sighing as he walked down to his dorm.

Gakupo passed the doorway I was next to and I caught one word...

"(Y/N)."

Huh?

"Gakupo... Are you feeling alright?" I asked suddenly, stepping out of the dooway.

Gakupo turned to me, some sort of sadistic grin on his face.

"Yes... I'm fine." He said lowly before going off like normal.

No matter what he said, He wasn't alright.

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~~~~Five Months Later~~~~

(Your POV)

Gakupo has been... nosy lately.

Like really nosy.

And It;s freaking me out...

"(Y/N)-Chan!" I heard him call, running towards me, his long purple hair swishing.

"Hey.. Gakupo." I said, sliding my sword back in it's sheath.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, you haven't been answering my calls." He said, somewhat.. demanding.

"Oh, yeah, I've just been busy, that's all." I lied quickly, getting leery.

"Um, Gakupo? I've been meaning to tell you something."

"Yes?" He asked, reaching out to... wait, He touched my arm, sliding down to grasp my hand gently, but firmly.

My eyes darted down, confused and annoyed by this.

"I-I'm going to the Samurai Center at Shinjiku!" I blurted out.

Gakupo's face grew stern.

"What?"

"I'm going for three years." I told him quietly.

"You're leaving me!" He suddenly shouted at me, making the few other Samurai turn their heads.

With a yank, he started pulling me along with him.

I fought, pulling backwards, but to no avail.

"I'll get out my sword, don't make me do that!" I yelled, threatening him.

Gakupo twisted me around when we got to his dorm, pulling out his sword, and placing it across my neck, holding my waist.

"Cut it out!" I said angrily, slightly fearing for my life.

Who knew that he'd take this so badly!

My fingers itched for my sword, witch I noticed had been stripped from  me and was laying on the ground near the door.

"If you move, I'll cut you." Gakupo said lowly, walking backwards until he pulled me down next to him  on his sofa.

"I'm not your victim." I growled, the blade pressing into my neck, blood dripping down.

"Heh, I'm afraid, you are." Gakupo leaned down, kissing my nose gently, chuckling madly.

"It's strange isn't it? To want something so badly, To want to anything in your power to feed the lust growing inside? It makes you mad at the very thought of it. For weeks and weeks it's been growing inside of me!"

"Your sick!"

"Yes, I'm sick about you."

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Authors Note: this one is a tad bit different.....

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