She touched her rapidly beating heart, then felt her swollen lips. Her body still tingled from his touches and… kisses.

            "Hiead-baka! I hate you!" She cried out in frustration. Every time she thought she had even understood him a sliver, he went and screwed up all perceptions of the silver haired dork!

            She fell to the floor, curling into a ball, trying to stop her silent sobs of mental chaos. Taking several deep breaths she pushed herself to a standing position and began to slowly walk down the hall.

            Only one clear thought came out of this situation: She couldn't tell any one. She just couldn't. Not even Kizna…  no matter how much she wanted to tell them. She couldn't… or this situation would get ten times worse…

             "Hiead… what have you done…?"

            'What have I done?' Hiead asked himself as he stared up at the ghostly shadows of the Pro-Ings. He'd kissed Ikhny. He liked the kiss… that was more then evident. And, yes, she did feel nice in his arms… like she belonged there. There and no where else.

             'Mine…' was the only word that came to mind when he thought of that kiss. 'Ikhny's mine… and no one else's!' he glared up at the Pro-Ings as if they were going to whisk Ikhny off her feet and take her away to a wonderland.  They simply stared back with their unchanging, god-like expressions.

             "DAMNIT!" He yelled, "ALLECTO YOU'RE MINE! YOU HEAR ME!?" His voice cried out, echoing off the walls and proclaiming that statement to every object in the hanger.

            That statement was the only thing that seemed to make sense to Hiead at that moment in time. And that was a good thing.

            Ikhny rubbed sleep from her eyes as Kizna shook her gently.

            "Ikhny-sempai, it's almost ten. Don't you think you should get up now?" Kizna asked. Ikhny looked up at her angrily before throwing the covers over her head.

            "No."

            "Suit your self… if you want to hang out with us today, we'll be in the recreation room," Kizna shrugged, then walked out the door.

            Ikhny lay there and waited, incase Kizna walked back in. Then she threw off the covers and stared at the bland ceiling. She hadn't slept at all last night. All she had thought about was Hiead… and his kiss.

            A ring resounded from the door, signaling that some one outside wished to speak with some one inside. Ikhny stood up, her head suddenly beginning to reel. She went to the door, tripping over her sheets in the process.

            "Hai?" She questioned as she opened the door. There stood a silver-haired, garnet-eyed, nonchalant human being.

             "Allecto," He said, nodding once in acknowledgement. He pushed past her and into her room, the door closing behind him.

             "Anou… Hiead-sama… what do you want?" Ikhny questioned timidly.

            "I came to talk to you, Allecto," He said calmly, sitting on the end of her bed and looking up at her, standing against the far wall.

            She felt uncomfortable, as though her nightwear wasn't sufficient to cover her accurately. She rubbed her upper arm and avoided his eyes. "About what?" Her voice was soft as she spoke, as though she was a young child caught doing something wrong.

            "About last night."

            'Oh dear Lord… the kiss…' Ikhny's eyes moved even farther away from him and she tried to wet her lips in a futile attempt to keep her voice from cracking. "Oh?"

            Hiead looked at his nails, as though bored with something. "Are you sure you did a thorough enough check on my Pro-Ing?"

            Ikhny's chest fell in relief, her blush fading quickly. In that same second her blush returned and her chest rose again in anger. What a bastard! Him questioning her checks? Did he have the skill to repair the Pro-Ing?