"What's tag?!" Shiki asked, his eyes wide—shining like stars.

"Tag is a game—" Rebecca began.

"Ooh! We should play."

"Hmm…" Weisz glanced around at the hallways branching off from the little kitchen they had gathered in. "Edens Zero is enormous. That would be quite a game of tag."

Rebecca gasped, clasping her hands together. "I could video it!"

"Yesss! How do you play?" Shiki glanced eagerly back and forth between the two of them.

"Okay, so one person is 'it' and everyone else has to run and hide from them—if they can. If the person who is 'it' taps you or touches you then you're 'it,' and it becomes your goal to tag someone else."

"So basically," Shiki crossed his arms, a look of determination in his eyes, "Don't get caught."

"Right!" Rebecca nodded. "Weisz, are you in?"

"Eh, I'll pass."

"Come on!" Shiki groaned, "It'll be fun!"

Rebecca smiled, eyeing the blond. He was pretending to ignore Shiki, focusing on whatever game he was playing on the little device in his hands. "Weisz," she said, putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning over him. "Please? For me?" Weisz glared, his cheeks flushing.

"Fine."

"Yesss!" Shiki pumped his fist.

"But I'm not it." Weisz crossed his arms.

"Not it!" Rebecca repeated, and then she glanced over at Shiki warily. "That means your 'it,' Shiki."

"Yeah!" Shiki grinned, "Lets—" before he could get another word out, Weisz and Rebecca were gone.


How long have we been playing this stupid game? Rebecca groaned inwardly, slipping around a corner. Shiki had caught her somewhere near the spa. She should have been careful, but Witch came around the corner and saw her sneaking around. "Do you need help finding something?" And that's when Shiki had dropped from the ceiling. "Haha! I win! Tag, you're it!"

Rebecca fumed. I shouldn't have been caught so easily. A corner was coming up. She pressed herself against the metal bulkhead, taking in a slow, deep breath. Just around the bend she could hear tapping footsteps, just barely. It could be one of the others—like Homura. None of them knew about what was happening. But if it was Shiki or Weisz…

She took a risk, glancing just around the corner. It was Weisz. He was headed right towards her, glancing every now and then at his little gaming device. Weisz! If he hasn't seen Shiki, he doesn't know that I'm it. Rebecca smirked. She could use that to her advantage. She took in another deep breath, put on her best innocent face and spun around the corner.

"Ahh! Dammit!" Weisz jumped.

Rebecca let out a shriek—which was almost real—and then she burst into a fit of giggles. "You should have seen your face!"

"Yeah, yeah, get it all out. Hilarious." Weisz groaned. "You could have given me a heart attack. I could have died."

"S-sorry!" Rebecca laughed. "You're adorable."

"Tsk." Weisz didn't respond, but his cheeks tinted pink. Rebecca bit her lip, This is almost too easy. "So," Weisz said, "Have you seen Shiki yet?"

"Nope." Rebecca shook her head. "Maybe he forgot that he doesn't have to hide." Weisz laughed, and leaned back against the bulkhead, crossing his arms. Rebecca sighed, "The trouble with Shiki is we're going to have to watch the ceilings too."

"Hm. Good point. Thanks for the heads up."

Rebecca took a step forward, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to brush her fingers against his jaw. Weisz grinned, taking it as an invitation to gently pull her closer.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, his hand on her hip.

"This morning."

"Oh, really?"

"I was thinking maybe we should relive this morning." Rebecca leaned in closer, their noses touching.

"I'm thinking you've read my mind, Princess," Weisz murmured. Rebecca closed the distance between them, kissing him softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. She let herself get lost as Weisz's kissing grew hungrier. He pulled her close and then spun her around—pressing her back against the bulkhead. When he began pressing gentle kisses down her neck she remembered that they were playing a game and she had just won. She tried to contain herself, biting her lip so she wouldn't laugh—the kisses he was leaving across her collarbone were making her blush, but she couldn't give in now. Not with victory on the horizon.

"Slow down, lover-boy," she murmured, pressing a finger to his lips. "A princess always gets her way." She slipped out, under his arm, away from the wall.

"Then tell me what you want," he said, reaching out to grab her waist. Rebecca smirked, grabbing his hand before he could capture her in his embrace again. She leaned forward, on her tiptoes, and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Then she leaned back, offering him a grin of victory.

"Tag." She whispered, "You're it." Before releasing his hand and running as fast as she could in the opposite direction.

"W-what?! W-wait! Rebecca—what?! You were it?!"

She laughed, gleefully, spinning around one corner, and then another—not even sure where she was going. I don't care if I get lost. That was the best victory I've ever achieved. Though, part of her was wishing she had stayed. Or at least, she wished she had kissed him a few more times before she had left.