Hello! I've just finished reading another manga series by Ema Toyama-it's called Manga Dogs

It's about this manga artist teen and she signs up for a manga course, then these three boys who are...aspiring manga artists adopt her as their manga sensei. It was so cute!!!

And I've also been reading Sailor Moon! I forgot how much I love Sailor Moon!!!!

Anyway....Love you guys!

Christine

I asked Meg to write questions for Truth or Dare, because I wanted Erik and I to play it. I just wouldn't tell her who I was playing with. No matter how much she begged or pleaded. 

I put the truth slips of paper in one hat and dare slips in another then descended down to our home. 

Erik was sitting at the Piano as usual. 

"Erik, will you play a game with me?" I asked softly, I didn't like startling him when he was composing. 

"Of course, mon Ange. What do you wish to play?" He turned to face me.

"Truth or Dare!" I announced.

"May I ask what that is?" He had his head cocked to one side like a puppy, it was...adorable.

"Well, you take turns asking 'truth' or 'dare', if you pick truth you must answer a question. If you pick dare, you must do whatever is asked of you. If you back out thrice you lose." I explained with a giggle. 

Erik nodded. "Where do you wish to play." He asked, standing up beside me.

"I wish to play in the living room." I said.

We walked to the living room and sat down in chairs facing each other.

"Who goes first?" I asked setting the hats on the floor.

"You." He immediately said. 

Typical Erik.

"Alright. Erik, truth or dare?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

"Truth?" He decided

 I put my hand into the truth hat.I pulled out a little slip of paper and unfolded it.

"Have you ever walked into a wall?" I looked up from the paper slip and into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked. 

"Have you ever walked into a wall?" I repeated. 

"Oh...Yes." He sighed, looking mortified. 

"When?" I was immediately curious.

"Er, do I have to tell you?" His face-what could be seen-was red.

"Yes!" I exclaimed leaning forward. 

"Well, I was walking to our nightly lesson and wasn't exactly watching where I was going...And I walked right into a wall." He murmured. 

"Were you all right afterwards?" I asked softly, putting a hand on his. 

"A little disoriented and confused as to how I walked into a wall...but other than that, no." He said matter-of-factly.

"My poor clumsy Angel." I teased.

"It is not funny." He grumbled.

"Yes it is!" I giggled.

"No."

"Yes.

"No."

"Yes."

"Are we going to continue or do you wish to keep laughing at me?" He interrupted, looking....cross.

"Your turn, Erik." I giggled.

"Alright, Christine. Truth or dare?" He asked, his hand hovering over the hats.

"Truth." I immediately said. Dares were always risky...But then again so where truths...

"What is your worst habit?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

"Um...I never want to hurt anyone's feelings so I tend to agree to things I don't necessarily like or want to do...And I'm too trusting." I admitted with a sigh. Trust Meg to put that in there!

"Oh. Christine, you should never agree to something you don't want to do! You should say no! And you should be careful about who you trust. You do not want to get hurt." Erik's voice was soft and comforting. My god, had he always been so much like a warm bath?

"I know...Everyone tells me that." I sighed.

"Truth or Dare, Erik?" I interrupted before we could continue this embarrassing conversation. 

"Dare." Erik said with a grin.

"Alright, then, I dare you to put on someone else's bra...?! OH my god! Don't do that! Damn Meg! This is the last time I ask her to write dares for me!!!!" I was blushing madly, so I hid my face in my hands.

"I accept  the dare." Erik said, surprising me. "What?" I was completely shocked, he wanted to put my bra on?! Oh my....

"I think it would be....fun, no? Besides, I wouldn't want you to think me afraid." He was grinning again.

"You...." I didn't know what insult I was going to use, but it was going to be a bad one.

"You what, my dear? May I remind you that you were the one who wanted to play this game? And that if I chicken I lose?" He was smirking at me again.

Damn. He was such a brat. A genius and so wonderful, but he was still a brat who always wanted to win at anything. 

"Well, Christine? Where are your bra's?" He was standing up, waiting for me. 

"I'll go get you one." I grumbled and went to my bedroom.

Stupid Meg, Stupid Game, Stupid me. Why did I ever want to play Truth or Dare?

I grabbed one of my less-liked bras and returned to The Phantom of the Opera.

"How do you put it on?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. 

I no longer thought it was cute.

"I'll put it on you." I suddenly lost my annoyance and embarrassment, and began to giggle. 

"This'll be fun!" I giggled and put the bra on Erik.

I saw him in the bra and fell on the floor, laughing at the Phantom wearing a bra.

"How do I look?" He laughed along with me.

"Wonderful! You should borrow my bras more often and scare the Petit Rats!" I chortled. 

"Can you get it off me, please?" He asked.

"I think you should wear it all night!" I laughed. 

"Fine." He sighed and helped me into my chair. 

"Meg would have loved this!" I snickered into my hand.

Erik sighed. "Truth or Dare?" He raised an eyebrow. 

I bet he'd get mad if I didn't pick dare. "Dare." I said.

"Fine...Christine, I dare you to take off one item of clothing." He snickered, but was a little red.

"Meg, you will pay for this. Um....Is it okay if I don't do that?" I blushed. 

"Only if you want to lose." He said in a singsongy voice. 

I took off my sock. "There, happy?" I asked in a flat voice.

I thought I heard an undercurrent of no from Erik.

"Truth or Dare, Erik?" I asked tiredly.

"Truth." He replied.

"Who are you in love with?" I asked, knowing he'd get all flustered.

I wasn't wrong.

"WHAT? I will not answer that!" He exclaimed, standing up and looking fiercely at me. 

"You're going to lose!" I sang.

"Losing is worth not answering." He glared at me.

"Oh? Why won't you tell me? Do you love me? Or is it someone else?" I felt my hear stop beating at  my last part of the sentence. Why was that?

"I will not tell you." He said coolly. 

"Fine. I don't really feel like playing anymore, do you?" I asked. 

"I still fell like playing, but if you've admitted you've lost that is fine with-"

I cut him off. "Nope, I'm fine!" 

"Truth or dare?" He asked

"Dare." I exclaimed.

"Lick....the asker...I do not thing we..." He trailed before I licked him on the chin.

He made this squeaky murmur sound...Was it a happy noise? 

"Are you all right, Angel?" I asked.

"No." He managed. 

Then he got up and walked out of the room. 

So much for truth or dare.