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Gilbert groaned as he stretched while waiting in the line for the food truck. He looked up and saw Kiku looking expectant, which meant that it was finally his turn to order.

"Would you like to try the new garlic stir fry?" Kiku asked.

Gilbert stared at the label like it had the meaning of life hidden in the ingredient list. Kiku coughed after one minute had passed and the silver-haired boy shook his head.

"Uh, nah dude, just gimme the usual."

"What's wrong, Gilbert?," came a voice from behind him. "Can't handle garlic? I thought Vlad was the vampire." Vlad frowned at her from his place behind the food truck.

Gilbert turned around to glare at the voice's owner: his mortal enemy, the overly tall, pale, and smiley Anya Braginskaya. Gott, he hated her. And she loathed him, no matter what she claimed to the contrary. Why else would she bug him all the time?

"What's it to you, Brag? Got a problem? The awesome me eats whatever he wants!"

"Oh? But I think you should try something new," Anya replied, eyes glinting, "After all, you eat the same thing every day. You might enjoy a novel experience." She had leaned freakishly closer to Gilbert while saying this and she towered over him. Curse her extra three inches of height.

Gilbert moved toward her aggressively and retorted, "Why should I? Maybe I like eating the same thing."

"But I think you'd like something new."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Maybe I don't want to like it."

"But you'd like it if you tried it."

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

"Alright. You asked," Anya shrugged, with a creepy grin. She pulled him up and smacked her lips against his.

Well, holy shit.

Now, Gilbert knew that he was pretty cool in every possible way, but even he hadn't seen this coming. How was he supposed to guess that even Brag wasn't immune to his awesome charms? Damn creepy woman and her insistence.

Either way, knowing about it beforehand still wouldn't have prepared him for the shock that his mortal enemy was kissing him in the middle of the courtyard. And that he wasn't doing anything about it.

For the first ten seconds, at least. Because once he realized, Gilbert temporarily lost his senses. He opened his mouth like he was going to try to yell something at Anya. She took that as an invitation to use tongue. It wasn't a far-fetched conclusion on her part. Gilbert noted that she had recently eaten lunch, because her mouth definitely had a sauce taste. It was kinda nice, weirdly enough.

Anya pulled back and let Gilbert gain his footing. He glanced around for hidden cameras, because it sure felt like he was getting pranked. Looking back at Anya's face, he found that it looked just a little pinker. Was she seriously blushing? She was the one who had made that weird-ass move!

She still sounded calm when she spoke."See. If you try new things, you might like them."

Gilbert made a face. "What, that? I didn't like that! It was horrible!"

"But you were the one who opened your mouth, Да?"

Gilbert would have yelled in (minor) disagreement, but by now he realized that his mouth felt weird. Like, tingling and burning weird.

"Damn, did you gargle hot sauce before that surprise attack? My mouth fucking burns!"

"Nyet," Anya said, creepy grin back in full force, "just the new stir fry."

Gilbert went pale, then red. "Shit, what?! You dumbass, that has oyster sauce in it! I'm allergic to that crap! Are you trying to burn my lips off?"

"Oh. I did not-" Anya said, face paling. Gilbert was sneezing already, so he ignored whatever she tried to say and ran off to the health center to get allergy medicine.

Anya stood there for a moment until she felt a burning gaze behind her. She turned around to see Natalia standing there, and if it was possible, paled even more.

"Natalia," she laughed nervously, "how long were you watching here?"

"Sister," Natalia glared at Anya, "I thought I told you to stay away from him."

"Ehehe, right..." Anya stared at her half-sibling for a moment and made an executive decision to run in the opposite direction.

"Sister, wait!" the short blonde immediately ran after the taller one.

The remaining people in line looked at each other, the bathrooms, and the direction Anya and Natalia had just ran toward. Most of them promptly resumed their business, shaking their heads that the weirdness of their school.

On the sidelines, Francis Bonnefoy and Antonio Carriedo promptly burst into laughter. Gilbert was NEVER going to live this one down.

A/N: ...Poor Gilbert never saw that coming. My apologies for any inaccuracies in the portrayal of allergies. I've got a follow-up chapter or two to this which I should be posting soon-ish, and they'll probably live up to the T rating a bit more. Feel free to leave a review if you liked it or have feedback. ~