Sayori Wakaba couldn't believe she had actually gotten up the courage to do that.

She slumped back against the door to her room, listening to it click closed as she did so, and she felt completely drained as she stumbled over to her bed and collapsed onto the soft blankets, burying her face in her pillow. She supposed that she should be grateful that Yuki wasn't back from her patrol yet, she thought as she turned her face to the side.

In fact, she should probably be grateful that no one had seen her walking around after curfew, and especially thankful that no one knew that she had been meeting someone…A bright red hue spread across her cheeks as she blushed, remembering the outcome of the 'meeting'.

Her lips tingled in remembrance of the ensuing kisses, and she unconsciously raised one hand to brush across her lips.

The feeling of Akatsuki Kain's lips was burned into her mind, a sensation that she would never forget. The feeling of the Night Class student's rough but somehow soft lips lingered, causing her blush to deepen at the memory. They had felt so perfect against her own, and Kain's kiss had practically seared her and caused her entire body to heat up.

She recalled that he had tasted like spicy cinnamon and fire, an odd combination that had left her wanting more. In hindsight, it was a good thing that the other two students she had heard coming had come by when they did, or who knew where that last kiss might have led?

A strange feeling of pride welled up inside her as she remembered the glazed look in Kain's eyes and the way his hair seemed messier than usual, a sign that he had enjoyed their kisses as much as she had and the result of her running her fingers through his hair. Her fingertips tingled as she imagined the fiery-colored strands that had slid so easily through her combing digits.

It was obvious that Kain took excellent care of his hair.

Sayori flushed as she hugged her pillow against her chest, curling up on her side as she tried to calm her racing heart, which was by no means an easy task. All she had to do was recall the moment when hers and Kain's lips had first touched and the traitorous organ sped up again.

A few strands of her light brown hair escaped from behind her ear to fall forward and tickle her cheek, drawing a soft sigh from her as she used one hand to push the errant strands back behind her ear.

Her heart gradually began to slow as she swung her legs over the side of her bed and set about changing into her pajamas, since the last thing she wanted was for Yuki to suspect that she had been doing anything besides sleeping while the prefect had been patrolling.

Having something to do helped her to clear her head, and she had her pounding heart under control by the time she turned out the bathroom light after she finished brushing her teeth.

Sayori quietly slipped beneath the cool sheets, blinking to help her eyes adjust to the darkened room, lit only by the faint moonlight filtering through the windows. As she lay in bed, the full realization of what she had done that night, not to mention every night for the past several weeks, came crashing down on her.

A shiver ran down her spine.

The rules she had – repeatedly - broken were grounds for her to get expelled, and she felt a strong wave of relief that she had avoided getting found out. The thought that Kain would report her to the Chairman never even crossed her mind, and she didn't even question why.

Another blush heated her face at the thought of the tall Night Class student. She felt strangely pleased at the thought that he had enjoyed their kiss as much as she had, if the glazed look in his eyes had been any indication, and a smile graced her lips before she shook her head minutely to clear it, reminding herself that that had been a one-time thing…and she realized that she didn't want it to be.

The brunette remembered the first time she had seen Akatsuki Kain.

It had been at the Night Class crossover a month before, the one time she had decided to go, simply to provide moral support for Yuki. The prefect had almost been trampled several times a few days before, and had been hesitant to go to the gates of the Moon Dorm alone like she had been doing because Zero was consistently late at least sixty percent of the time.

Sayori had mostly stayed back, away from the crowds, in the shade of a tree and watched as Yuki held back a group of squealing fan-girls, all of whom seemed to be screaming 'Idol! Idol!' and one of the first Night Class students out of the gate made a shooting motion with one hand while winking. Hanabusa Aido, the playboy of the Night Class, and a grade-A show-off if she'd ever seen one.

She had frowned at the blonde's childish behavior, but then her breath had caught when she saw the man walking just behind Aido.

Akatsuki Kain couldn't have been more opposite his cousin if he had tried, from the bored expression on his face to the earring in his left ear to his open jacket and partially buttoned shirt, and yet he was the one that she couldn't look away from. If anything, she would compare what had happened next to experiencing tunnel-vision, as everything except for Kain (nicknamed 'Wild' by the Day Class girls if the screams were to be believed) seemed to fade into the background.

Unlike Aido, Kain had made no move to wave, smile, or even acknowledge the crowd of girls surrounding him, and somehow that just made him stand out all the more to her. Instead, the fiery-haired student had frowned at his cousin and said something to the enthusiastic blond that made Aido stop and actually seem to think about something. Her respect for Kain had gone up a few notches for managing to pull that off, since as Yuki told her, getting Hanabusa Aido to stop talking was no easy task once he really got started.

Kain had reached up a hand to scratch his head, the other hand staying tucked into his pocket, and if anything seemed to grow even more bored than usual as he walked beside Ruka Souen (she vaguely remembered that the class representative had a crush on her), and as a result his shirt opened even more, exposing parts of his chest and stomach. She, like a great amount of the fan-girls, couldn't take her eyes away, even when Kain lowered his hand and his shirt more-or-less fell closed.

The rest of the crossover proceeded like usual, with the exception that Yuki didn't get almost trampled, by virtue of Zero actually arriving on time to help.

Her eyes had stayed glued to Kain until she had no longer been able to see him, and even then she was rather dazed as she went back to her dorm room, only half listening to Yuki as the prefect thanked her for coming, even though she hated the Night Class crossover.

After that, Akatsuki Kain had been on her mind, and she frequently caught herself thinking of him in class – often to the point that she feared her grades would start dropping. She didn't think about him in the way that his fan-girls probably did, no, she just wondered about small details about him, like what his favorite color was or what his favorite food was…

Several days later and she couldn't take thinking about him anymore. It was going to drive her insane if she didn't do something!

And so, Sayori had come up with a plan. It wasn't a plan she had come by lightly, but after some serious thought (which she had done after Yuki had gone out on patrol) she had come to the conclusion that the only way to stop thinking about the tall Night Class student was to get him out of her system in one fell swoop.

It had involved her eavesdropping on several conversations between various fan-girls, but the effort proved worth it as she got a rough mental map of the Moon Dorm's security, and thus she had a good idea about how she could get inside while remaining undetected. Her courage had almost deserted her when she decided to actually carry out her plan, though thankfully she had managed to convince herself that it was too late to turn back and thus that she had to continue.

She had planned everything carefully, making use of the trees that grew next to the wall around the Moon Dormitory to help her to climb down to the other side of the wall, the entire climb taking fifteen – twenty minutes at the most, or maybe longer as she had to listen carefully to make sure that she hadn't misjudged Yuki's and Zero's patrol schedules.

After that, she had slipped inside the dorm itself, not allowing herself time to stop and admire how much fancier it was compared to the Day Class Dormitory. Since all of the Night Class was in class, there was no need to for her to waste time sneaking around and so she started looking for Kain's room immediately. She didn't really know how she would be able to tell which room was his, but she figured there would be some way to tell, like a picture or something on a nightstand.

She had then searched five rooms, respectfully only looking inside the door instead of entering the rooms themselves, but hadn't had any luck (though she had to wonder about the one with a book shelf full of manga and the single pair of boxers on the floor…) in finding Kain's room.

However, when she opened the sixth door she struck pay-dirt.

The first thing Sayori noticed when she opened the door was the row of pictures neatly lined up on the dresser across from the bed, the majority of them featuring a young boy that she immediately recognized as a younger Akatsuki Kain in some way, along with two other children.

Curious, she slowly walked over to the dresser, her eyes scanning the images inside the frames, a slight smile on her lips as she looked over them.

The first picture was of a young, around seven years-old she thought, Akatsuki standing slightly behind Hanabusa Aido and Ruka Souen, both of whom looked to be a year or two younger than the red head in the picture. The young Aido and Ruka were standing with their arms crossed and their heads turned away from each other, so it was obvious that the picture had been taken just after they'd had a fight. The Akatsuki in the picture had his hands held up pleadingly, and a hesitant look on his face as he seemed to be trying to get his cousin and friend to make up.

Ever the mediator, she thought as a soft look crossed her face and she moved to the second picture.

This one showed a slightly older Akatsuki standing between two adults, his parents judging by the similarities between the three of them. As she looked at the picture, she came to the realization that Akatsuki strongly resembled his father, considering that he had inherited the older man's height and reddish-orange hair color. She smiled at the family picture, a small, sincere expression that matched the one on the younger Kain's face.

She quietly stepped over to look at the third picture, this one looking to have been taken at some kind of party, and it featured a teenaged Akatsuki – around fourteen or fifteen she guessed – already well on his way to matching his father's height. Sayori stifled a giggle as she looked at the image of him, all loose, gangly limbs and wild hair, and there was an uncomfortable expression on his face, though it was hardly noticeable unless you looked closely. The expression was likely caused by the teenage girl – surprisingly not Ruka Souen - clinging to his arm and beaming up at him.

The Day Class student smiled again, feeling a warmly amused emotion welling up inside her, and she had to forcefully remind herself that she didn't have time to gawk at pictures, and that if she took too long the chance of her getting caught increased dramatically.

Sighing softly, she looked around the room, the walls of which were painted a warm cream color, and spotted three doors. The first door led to the spotlessly clean bathroom, the second into the room beside that room, and the third led into a spacious closet. She looked in the closet curiously, not allowing herself time to really take everything in, and then quietly shut the door and walked back over to the dresser.

Upon opening one of the drawers, she was greeted by the sight of neatly folded socks and undergarments, and she quickly reached in and grabbed a pair of socks. By the feel of them, the socks in question were a very soft cotton blend, and she admitted to herself that if his socks were any indication, Kain had very nice taste in clothing.

After that, Sayori had made sure there was no sign that she had ever been in the room and then snuck out of the Moon Dorm with her prize, thankfully without getting caught and with time to spare, thinking that now she could put the tall Night Class student out of her mind.

It was amazing how wrong she had been…

The entire day after her foray into the Moon Dorms, and she still couldn't stop thinking about Akatsuki, and her mind kept drifting back to the pair of socks that she had secreted in the very back of her dresser drawer. Her fingers had tingled from the memory of how those articles of clothing had felt in her hands, and it had been all she could do to pay attention in class, though even then it had been a close call when she almost hadn't heard the ending bell.

She hadn't even had time to think about it. After the Night Class had gone to their classes and Yuki and Zero had gone on patrol, Sayori had snuck back into the Moon Dormitory and gone straight to Akatsuki's room. She stole a shirt that time, a light blue button-up that she imagined Kain wore on school breaks, and then made tracks out of the Night Class dorm.

The next night it was another pair of socks, and so on for the next two weeks. It was almost like she couldn't help herself, and she was embarrassed to remember how she had fondled the material of one of the shirts she had taken, enjoying the feel of what was undoubtedly expensive silk that flowed like water and shimmered with color when the light hit it just right for almost fifteen minutes.

Sayori honestly didn't know how the idea had come into her head, but her conscience had finally spoken up and she knew that she had to return the clothing that she had stolen, only she didn't know how to go about it, since her chances of getting caught sneaking into the Moon Dorm would increase if she carried a bag full of clothes inside.

Finally, she decided to slip inside the dorms one last time, but to leave something instead of taking it. Honestly, she thought that she had had more trouble deciding what name to address her message to than actually writing the request that they meet.

And the rest, as the saying went, was history.

Now, however, as she lied in bed thinking, distant images of the kisses she and Kain had shared running through the back of her mind, she found herself wishing that she had at least kept a pair of his socks so she had an excuse to see him again or something to remember him by if nothing else…not that she thought that that was any chance that she would forget the tall, red-headed Night Class student.

Hearing Yuki's stumbling footsteps out in the hallway, Sayori hurriedly shut her eyes and evened out her breathing, a small seed of an idea taking root in her mind as she finally drifted off to sleep.

Three days of planning later, and she was sneaking into the Moon Dorm once again after the Night Class had departed and the school guardians had left to patrol the grounds.

Just so that Kain would notice right away, she stole the black silk shirt she had admired instead of a pair of socks, a smile on her face as she did so.

Author's Note: Wow, my birthday fic was a bigger hit than I thought it would be! In fact, the great reviews I got inspired me to add this second chapter, set in Sayori's point of view, so I hope you all enjoyed it!