A/N: Nisekoi…a spectacular show and manga, and this fiction will hopefully do it the justice it deserves!

Now, let's get a few things straight here before we begin: I'm perfectly fine with every other girl in Nisekoi! I love all of them, and their various respective traits, strengths and weaknesses.

However, Seishirou captured my heart the most out of all of them. And I picked up the Seishirou x Raku ship fairly fast.

So what do you do when you fall in love with something? You express that love in whatever way you know how!

So, without further ado, let's get into this, shall we?

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"Aaaa…ACHOO!" Seishirou sneezed as she violently lurched forward, springing herself from the pink bedsheets of Chitoge Kirisaki's bed. She extended her arm and pulled a tissue from the Kleenex box on the nightstand next to her, wiping it across her nose before crumpling it up and tossing it haphazardly into the trashcan across the room. Chitoge, who was sitting across from her, dressed in her usual school outfit and bunny ears, sprang out of her seat and put her hands on Seishirou's shoulders.

"Now now," the blonde gently cooed as she gently eased Seishirou, who was dressed in only a set of modest blue pajamas, back into bed, "just take it easy, ok?"

All this mess had started earlier this same week; one day, Seishirou had been walking through the halls of the glorious Beehive/Kirisaki estate, and collapsed. After a thorough examination by one of the Beehive's best nurses, it was ruled out as exhaustion.

"M'lady," Seishirou replied as Chitoge pulled the covers over her and tucked Seishirou back in, "with all due respect, I'm perfectly fine! The medic has no idea what he's saying!"

"Nonsense," Chitoge replied with a glistening smile across that perfect face of hers, "Tatsuhara's the best medic the Beehive has ever known, Claude himself even said so!"

Seishirou shook her head out of disdain for that fact, her dark blue locks swaying as she did so, her bangs dusting the corners of her amber eyes, and replied, "Honestly, I'm-"

"Seishirou Tsugumi…" Chitoge said sternly, but playfully, "You're going to rest, and that's that!"

Seishirou went to rise up out of her blankets, but only got to a sitting position before the look she received from Chitoge told her that enough was enough. Retaining her sitting position, she leaned up against the mound of fluffy, feathery pillows behind her, and sighed a sigh of surrender. The two sat in silence for a little while, simply miring at Chitoge's vast expanse of a room; the polished wood dresser with a mirror that was surrounded by many assorted, tiny gems, the mahogany doors that led to her closet that was practically a separate room of its own, the pink carpet with the large, circular rug in the middle that had a giant heart imprint on it, and the curtains that opened up to her balcony with the perfect view of the sprawling expanse of the city. On it, one could experience the crisp breezes of autumn with the wafting aroma of freshly cut grass and flowers from the garden along with the subtle scents of the neighborhood nearby.

After a few minutes, Chitoge spoke up and said, "I can't take it anymore!"

"What, the silence?" Seishirou inquired as she returned her attention to her mistress.

"No, not that!" Chitoge replied, "The fact that you've been working so hard to protect me that you've actually gotten sick! I feel responsible for all of this…" Chitoge hung her head low as she uttered those final few words, and gazed at Seishirou with a look of morose.

"I keep trying to tell you," Seishirou responded somewhat nervously, "I probably just fainted because of a cold or some freak thing with my body, it's fine!"

Chitoge raised her head up and shrugged her shoulders as she replied, "Maybe, but that still doesn't stop me from wanting to take responsibility for my actions!"

Seishirou raised an eyebrow out of curiosity, and inquired, "How do you plan to do that, m'lady?"

Chitoge put her right elbow in the palm of her left hand, and placed her right index finger on her lip as she made a slight, "Hmmmmmm…" before snapping her fingers and exclaiming, "A vacation!"

"V-Vacation?" Seishirou stuttered in reply, "Oh no, there's no way I could-"

"You should!" Chitoge interrupted as she placed her left hand on Seishirou's shoulder and shook her from side to side, "No, strike that, you have to!"

When Chitoge finally stopped shaking her and she regained her senses, Seishirou replied, "Even if that's so, and I had a destination planned, there's no way I could afford it!"

"Are you really that underpaid?" Chitoge inquired, cocking her head to the side out of curiosity.

Seishirou nodded in reply and said, "I'm fine with my wages, since protecting you, m'lady, is its own reward!" Chitoge opened her mouth to speak, but Seishirou sensed what she was about to say and added, "And don't even think about offering to pay for it. I wouldn't dare take any of m'lady's money!"

Chitoge sighed and placed her chin in the palm of her left hand as she sighed and replied, "Oh well, it was a nice idea while it lasted…"

Before Chitoge could continue moping, a knock was heard from the other side of her bedroom door. A lofty voice belonging to none other than Claude called from the other side, "Are you all decent?"

"Yes!" Chitoge called in reply, "Come on in!"

At those words the doors opened, and on the other side was the lanky figure that was Claude. Dressed in his usual pristine white suit, he brought his right index and middle fingers to the bridge of his thin glasses and pushed them ever so slightly upwards before entering. He strutted in and stopped himself several feet short of Chitoge's masterful bed that currently housed a certain master assassin. He bowed out of courtesy and respect before rising and inquiring, "So, how's my boy doing?"

Seishirou and Chitoge both visibly cringed at the word 'boy', and were reminded of Claude's ever so prominent density towards Seishirou's gender, but dismissed it and went on.

Seishirou sighed and replied, "I'm fine, thanks for worrying."

Chitoge turned to Claude with a smile and replied, "We were just talking about vacations and how much Seishirou deserves one."

"M'lady!" Seishirou exclaimed as she turned to Chitoge with a blush painting her face.

Claude was still for a moment, but began to chuckle ever so slightly before bursting into full on laughter, his silver locks rustling as he shook his head with laughter. Intrigued and slightly disturbed by Claude's outburst, Chitoge uneasily inquired, "Wh-What's so funny, Claude?"

As Claude calmed his laughter, he replied between intermittent bursts of chuckling, "Well, it's just that fortune has benefitted us in this situation, more than you could ever think of!"

"How so?" Seishirou inquired as she leaned in close from her sitting position.

Claude chuckled again before adjusting his glasses and reaching into his suit jacket. He rummaged around in his jacket for several seconds before he produced a small black ball and displayed it proudly in the palm of his hand. The two girls stared at it blankly for a minute or so while Claude gazed down at them with a gloating smile.

"A black ball…" Chitoge deadpanned as she examined it from all angles, "so you won a street lottery or something?"

"Not just a street lottery," Claude corrected as he placed the black ball on the bedsheets, "Miss Watanabe's street lottery." The two girls exchanged blank looks and returned their gaze to Claude, eliciting a sigh from him, and he further elucidated, "Miss Watanabe's Week and a Half Long Getaway Lottery?"

Suddenly, the two girls' eyes lit up as they returned their gazes back to the little black ball as Claude went on in that hallmark aloof tone of his, "Yes, Miss Watanabe's famous Week and a Half Long Getaway that only comes around once every year. It includes a luxurious trip to Osaka, where you'll stay at the famed Hotel Monterey, and explore Osaka for the entire week until Saturday when you'll leave Osaka and depart to Hakuba-mara, where you'll top the whole experience off with skiing and a relaxing stay at a cabin in the mountains!" Claude adjusted his glasses yet again, and the rays of sunlight that peered into the room caught on the lenses, creating a sort of flare effect as he finished, "Oh, and it's all expense paid, of course."

"And…you're giving this to me?" Seishirou inquired as she picked up the black ball.

"Consider it my gift to you for your continued service." Claude replied eloquently.

"A vacation!" Chitoge exclaimed, "This'll be so great for you!"

"Yes…I suppose…" Seishirou replied, "But, will you be fine here?"

"Oh, don't worry about me," Chitoge replied, "the only other person here to worry about is that Bean Sprout of mine, and I can deal with him no problem…" Chitoge finished that sentence with an evil grin beginning to crawl up her face.

"If you insist…" Seishirou replied, reluctantly clutching the black ball in her hand.

"Yay! This is fantastic!" Chitoge happily exclaimed as she shot up out of her chair, "I'll go get your bags so we can start packing!"

"Packing?" Seishirou nervously replied as Chitoge rushed out of the room before anyone could stop her. Seishirou heaved a heavy sigh before Claude interrupted her and said,

"Between you and me, there's something I neglected to tell you." catching Seishirou's attention, Claude continued, "There was another winner."

"Eh?!" Seishirou exclaimed in disbelief, leaning further in to listen to Claude's words.

"You see, the trip is planned as a trip for two," Claude explained as he pulled up Chitoge's chair, "so, in order for the vacation to be valid, two people have to win. That's how Miss Watanabe can afford to keep running the contest year after year, since there's such a low probability of one person finding the black ball among those dozens of white balls, let alone two."

"So I'm gonna have to spend this trip…" Seishirou began, "with another person?"

"You don't have to," Claude replied, alleviating some stress from Seishirou's shoulders, yet she still perpetuated that frown of hers as Claude continued, "it's merely recommended since you both are on the same trip."

Seishirou shrugged and replied, "I'll just see who my counterpart is and if I don't like them I'll just-"

"Although I would normally advocate murderous actions, I must condemn them," Claude droned, "if only this once."

"And why?" Seishirou inquired, a pouty expression painting her face.

"It would not only ruin your reputation, but Miss Watanabe's as well." Claude replied, "And apparently it's 'immoral' to defile someone's good name on the behalf of a third party."

Seishirou frowned, rolled her eyes, and droned, "Fine. If I don't like them, I'll just ditch them. Happy?"

"Yes. Thank you." Claude replied, the faintest of smiles dancing upon his lips. Seishirou shrugged in reply, then was called down by the oh so familiar call of her blonde friend, Chitoge.

"Hey, Seishirou! Come help me pack your bags already!"

"Coming! Coming!" Seishirou responded as she threw her covers aside and rushed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Claude leaned back in his chair and smiled broadly at the good deed he had just performed, but then sighed as he wondered out loud, "Come to think of it, who is that second person…?" Claude dwelled on this thought for a while before straightening back up and telling himself, "Ah, whatever…probably nobody important anyways…"

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The day of Seishirou's departure was one of great clamor about the Beehive mansion. Some were crying tears of joy, some were crying tears of sorrow, and some were crying tears of fear due to the fact that their sacred guardian would be temporarily gone.

Ignoring the distress of the other members of the gang, Seishirou was escorted by Claude and Chitoge to the airport where she bid a tear-filled farewell to Chitoge and a respectful (but disdainful) farewell to Claude.

Nippon International Airport was a rather large airport facility, rivaling O'Hare in size, and in number of flights. If there was one place to go in Japan, it was none other than the imposing, concrete gray building that was Nippon Airlines. Upon entering the building one would find themselves in the vast, open expanse that was the main lobby. Here there were several teller's booths, similar to those one would see in an old-time movie theater, except these were cerulean, where one would obtain their flight tickets, whether they had them on reserve, or they decided to buy one on the spur of the moment. This was also the place where people entered and exited flights, as Seishirou could tell rather well by the gaggle of people flooding out of the exit gates, all speaking in many different languages, none of which Seishirou recognized rather well.

'Damn,' she thought to herself, 'I knew I should've brushed up on my foreign languages before I left…' while still spiting herself, Seishirou continued to look around the airport.

She noticed there were also several pay phones over to the left and right that were bland except for the fact that they were decorated with Nippon Airline's insignia, a white airplane with a Japanese flag on its side inside of a black circle. After Seishirou obtained her ticket from an amicable blonde teller that Seishirou thought was making suggestive advances on her, she passed the metal turnstile that led to the next hallway; luggage and extraneous. This hallway was lined to the brim on either side with stores of all shapes and sizes. There were clothing stores from all brands, some that Seishirou recognized from the time that she had spent in America, such as American Eagle and Hollister. There were some other small convenience stores that had various pieces of carry-on equipment, such as soap, deodorant, shampoo. Other stores sold food of all different varieties, many of which Seishirou longed to try, but knew she could never afford. However, no matter what the store was, they all shared a common denominator; big, annoying signs out front that blared advertisements for sales on whatever for 25-35% off one place and 50-60% off the next. However, Seishirou was more enraptured by the food than anything, as she gazed on at the lineup, silently weeping at the fact that she may never enjoy a candlelit dinner at the classy restaurant 'Vacaro's', enjoying its fine dishes, which were rumored to be the best in all of Japan, while enjoying the company of the Raku-

Seishirou instantly shook her head from side to side, then relieved her hands from her luggage and covered her extremely flushed face using them, somehow not drawing the attention of the various patrons that wandered about her. 'What was I doing just now?!' Seishirou thought, 'I was just thinking of having a romantic evening with…' the mere thought of his name sent a chill throughout her body, 'Raku Ichijo…'

Indeed, Seishirou couldn't deny that she was thinking of a romantic evening at a table at Vacaro's with Raku. Seishirou imagined herself dressed in a sea foam blue dress that displayed an embarrassingly ample amount of cleavage, and was tight on her body, exposing every single curve. However, Seishirou's eyes were more drawn in this fantasy to the man sitting across from her than they were to her own exposed body. Raku was unusually well dressed, donned in a stunningly sleek, slimming, jet black tuxedo. He wore a cravat as well, but that was tucked away firmly, and only plumed out just near the collar on his dress shirt that jutted out above his suit jacket. His purplish-black hair was just as feathery and raggedy as ever, and he still wore that 'X' accessory on his left side, but Seishirou didn't mind, she found it rather alluring. He was wearing a rose corsage about his right breast pocket, but he plucked it from his pocket with his right hand and gave it to Seishirou, who became instantly more flushed than she was at this action. "Begrudgingly accepting it," as Seishirou so fervently put it, she placed it in her hair, to which Raku remarked in that calm and reassuring tone of his,

"Wow, that looks really beautiful on you!" as he flashed Seishirou a smile. Seishirou instantly snapped her neck to turn away from Raku and the table which was adorned with fine delicacies such as lobster, sushi, egg roles, and more. The delectable aroma of which wafted about one's nostrils and filled your entire body with a sensation of euphoria unparalleled by any other confection upon this Earth. A delectation one could only imagine without experiencing it first hand. As the music being played by the string quartet in the background slowly crescendoed, Raku leaned over the table, being careful enough to lean over the candelabra that was between them, and Seishirou followed suit. The two violins became sharper, the viola became more overbearing, and the cello intensified in tone and depth as the two's faces neared ever closer. Seishirou knew what was coming next, and she readied her lips as her and Raku's faces were mere centimeters apart.

Seishirou snapped back to reality, and hoped that she hadn't made much of a scene with all that private gushing she had just done. She grabbed her jet black suitcases and rolled them along the linoleum, silently ashamed, but also curious as to what exactly it was she was feeling.

Seishirou arrived safely at the luggage claim, and filled out the necessary paperwork as she handed her luggage off to another bodacious female, a redhead this time (which Seishirou found unusual for Japan, and assumed her of another nationality), who made suspicious advances on her as well.

"Jeez," Seishirou mumbled to herself as she passed through the luggage area, "what's with all the girls today? Is it something in the water?" Dismissing the inquiry Seishirou advanced to the security check area.

After a rather thorough security screening and body check (from which they retrieved and confiscated 2 pistols, 1 revolver, 3 grenades of various design and purpose, 5 knifes (2 full length, 3 designed for throwing), and 6 other various throwing implements/lethal weapons), it was determined that it was "safe" to let her aboard. With her jet black suitcases safe in the luggage compartment of the plane, Seishirou boarded the plane.

She noticed the interior had rather high clearance, and the carpeting was much more classier than she had expected. However, Seishirou didn't have much time to mire at the interior, as was instantly greeted by a stewardess. She was about Seishirou's height with black, shoulder-length hair, deep blue eyes, a slim waist, ample chest (not anywhere near Seishirou's caliber, mind you, but ample enough to make a note of), and sported a shining smile. Her stewardess uniform complemented her figure quite well; a dark blue women's blazer with a white undershirt and a matching, short, tight pencil skirt.

Flashing that grin in Seishirou's direction, she said, "Hello, and welcome to Nippon Airlines. I'm Kiyomi Takata, and I'll be your stewardess today!"

"H-Hi," Seishirou shakily replied, nearly overwhelmed by this woman's confidence, "I'm here on Miss Watanabe's Giveaway and I heard there was a special seating division for me?"

"Ah, yes, right this way ma'am!" Kiyomi beamed.

Seishirou began to follow, but then stopped Kiyomi in her tracks and inquired, "You can tell I'm a woman?"

"Of course!" Kiyomi confidently replied, "Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that!"

'I can think of someone with two that can't…' Seishirou thought to herself, but subsequently dismissed that thought train and followed Kiyomi. They passed through 2nd class where practically everything was a creme color, including the chairs and carpet among other things. However, the instant they entered 1st class, a change overcame the atmosphere. As opposed to the clamor and raucous nature of 2nd class, 1st class was calm and reserved. People were seated quietly in their seats either doing work, listening to music, on their laptop computers, or silently playing games such as Shogi or Chess on the tables provided for them. The few children that were there were busy talking to their parents in polite and hushed tones while other played Shiritori or games akin to that. Kiyomi guided her further into first class until they reached an area with a track for a sturdy curtain. Kiyomi guided Seishirou to her window seat, and then unlatched the curtain behind her, beginning to close it as she explained, "This is the private section. These curtains are solid, so no one will bother you like this. Also, if you ever need anything, the button to call for an attendant is directly above you." Kiyomi pointed above Seishirou's head to a red button with an icon of a woman on it. "I hope you find your stay pleasurable and the other winner should be arriving soon."

"Other winner?" Seishirou inquired before remembering the fact that she had a counterpart on this excursion.

"Yes," Kiyomi replied, "I met with him earlier, he's a very nice guy. And cute, too! I wonder if he has a girlfriend…" Kiyomi gushed as Seishirou watched on. Kiyomi took note of this and inquired, "What about you, do you have anyone special in particular?"

Seishirou tensed up at the question, and shot back, "N-No! What makes you think that?!"

"Well, you're really cute!" Kiyomi replied, catching Seishirou visibly off-guard, "I think any guy would be lucky to have you!"

Seishirou felt the all to familiar heat of embarrassment begin to creep up her face. She gazed down at her rather modest outfit; a simple light blue blouse with tight khaki's that accentuated and complimented her natural curves extremely well. "Th-Th-Thank you…" Seishirou nervously responded as Kiyomi closed the curtain behind her, leaving Seishirou to her thoughts.

'Jeez, the nerve of her…' Seishirou fumed to herself. She turned her head to face the window and gazed out at the airport terminal. She watched as busboys and stewardesses alike rushed from plane to plane, carrying suitcases of all shapes and sizes and escorting passengers of all ages and heights. Eventually getting over the whole ordeal with Kiyomi, Seishirou thought to herself, 'Well, at least there won't be much to worry about at home. I left a bunch of pre-cooked meals for Paula at my apartment, and Claude said he'll keep an eye on my chores about the mansion and keep up my apartment…' Seishirou's eyes wandered to the other end of the airport, the runways, where she saw people in golf-carts frantically driving about, making preparations for take-off. 'In fact,' Seishirou continued as she watched two men in a golf-cart have a near collision with two other men who were carrying a cart full of luggage and exchange vulgar gestures, 'the only thing that I'm truly concerned about is m'lady, and she's fairly self-sufficient herself. She can cook well if given proper instruction, and she's not bad at house work. Really, the only thing that I have to worry about in her life is-' Seishirou felt her chest tighten up all of a sudden as her thoughts wandered to the one boy she couldn't get over, no matter how hard she tried, 'Raku Ichijo…' Her thoughts flashed to her first encounter with Raku, and the fierce death match that had led them to a rather amorous situation, and how he restrained himself well and proper in that locker where he first told her,

"That's such a shame; you're so cute…" and ignited this hurricane of emotions that she felt whenever she was near him.

She then recalled when she hurt her ankle while they were doing some shopping for the class pets, and he carried her piggyback and told her,

"I wonder what your face will look like the first time you fall in love. Man, I can't wait to see that!" as he looked back and saw Seishirou's fully flushed face.

And Seishirou certainly couldn't forget about the time when they were locked in the sports equipment room where he said,

"You've gotten a lot cuter ever since you came to Japan! Yeah, that's it!" further cementing these feelings in Seishirou's heart.

She remembered all the times she had helped Raku with his homework, and how terrible he was at math before Seishirou began explaining it to him. She recalled all the study groups she had attended at his house. There had been multiple times that it had ended up as just the two of them alone, and they had compromised position more than once in those times. Raku always brushed it off, and Seishirou felt hopeless the first time until she began noticing that every time it happened, Raku's face was just the slightest bit flushed afterwards, as well.

She recalled the time she gave him what she called "obligatory chocolate" on Valentine's Day, and how he told her he would treasure it as the first candy he ever received from a girl. The rush of emotion she felt after that put her over the top and above Cloud 9 for the rest of that week. She hardly knew how to react on White Day when Raku took the courtesy to repay her tenfold for the gift with a handmade scarf (which she actually had in one of her suitcases right now).

She also began to think about all the times she had ended up in an amorous situation with him after one of Claude's discarded Beehive gadgets had put them in it. From the explosive handcuffs that brought them to where they were in alone in a park together (Seishirou ending up shirtless in this whole ordeal) to the Love Gummis that fully awakened whatever Seishirou was feeling, she remembered it all.

As much as she tried to suppress these occurrences, she noticed one recurring trend among each one of them; Raku's politeness.

By and by Raku never acted like any other despicable man (Shuu) who would try to take advantage of her in those situations; he treated her like a proper woman and always put her before himself in anything he did involving her.

'Why does he do that, huh?' Seishirou thought, placing her hands on her cheeks, which were currently flushed with a deep red blush, 'Act so nicely when he should be m'lady's boyfriend! That idiot…' Seishirou felt a familiar heat overtake her body as she thought, 'But come to think of it,' Seishirou felt her chest began to tense up, and her heart begin to pound incessantly, 'why don't I mind it…?' Seishirou's heartbeat was through the roof by now, and she went on to think, 'Is he really even m'lady's boyfriend in the first place? They fight far too much to be considered a regular couple…' Seishirou's entire body was engulfed by the heat as she went on to ponder, 'So if Raku Ichijo really isn't m'lady's boyfriend…does that mean I have what they call a 'chance'…?' Seishirou furiously shook her head from side to side in a futile attempt to deny what she knew was the truth. After a few minutes of this, Seishirou heaved a heavy sigh and told herself, 'It's no use…I just have to face the facts…' Seishirou leaned her head back and gazed up at the ceiling as she thought to herself, 'I'm….in lo-'

"Excuse me ma'am," a somewhat familiar voice called from behind her, "is the seat next to you taken?"

Seishirou turned from her window view and began to reply, "No, go ahead and-" before realizing who she was talking to.

There, standing before Seishirou, stood an all too familiar figure. A figure that would send Seishirou on a roller coaster that she never saw coming. The tall, dark-and-messy-haired (wearing that X accessory on his left side as always), purple-eyed boy who was dressed in a pair of white and blue striped shorts with a white v-neck t-shirt took a step back as he stuttered out, "S-Seishirou?!"

"Raku…" Seishirou began as she gazed on at the astonished boy, "Ichijo…?!"

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A/N: WOW, that was more fan than I had imagined! I can't wait to continue writing more of this!

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Thanks for reading, have a great day/week/month/year of your life, and I'll see you in the next chapter!