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This was going to be embarrassing on a number of levels.

To be fair, Umehito Nekozawa had done all he thought he could do in regards to his feelings. But the mighty Beelzenef would not heed his dark prayers, and so the unwelcome sensations lingered in his heart. At times, he wondered if it was a curse laid on him by a stronger force. He didn't tell his family, his servants, or his other club members of this problem, as he didn't want to burden them - nor did he think they could understand. He barely did.

But at the very heart of the matter, he understood this - there was no way they would be together. They were as different as night and day - and he hated day. She deserved someone who could freely bask in the light. So he had decided if he couldn't get rid of his feelings, and if they couldn't be a couple, then he could at least put her under the protection of Beelzenef.

Certain members of Ouran High School had access to the school before it properly opened for classes and clubs, and Nekozawa's family had such privileges. Under the cover of stealth, he made his way to the currently empty classroom that he knew the girl would be in. He knew exactly where her desk was, and as he approached it, he slipped out a small Beelzenef doll, along with a piece of paper. If you wrote someone's name on Beelzenef's back, you were cursed, but writing the name on the front earned you his blessings. The paper explained this - while also explaining why she deserved it, such as her grace, her beauty, her kindness, her charm...

... To an outsider, it just looked like a boy slipping a love letter into a girl's desk.

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Miwako was a very oblivious girl when it came to certain things; she didn't notice the other clubs at school, she didn't notice the people outside her friends, and her life revolved around being cute and adorable. She was not only the second shortest person at school, but she was one of the few people who actually lived in a pink mansion and still had piercings all over her ears. There was a idiosyncratic way of being to the girl, but many overlooked it due to how cute she was. Miwako on the other hand saw everyone else as cute.

Did she have many admirers? Yes she did, but she never made it known to others that she was sought out. Perhaps it was because she wanted to focus herself on making clothes, or perhaps because she truly didn't care. However she was someone who acted when people came out open to her. That's what she saw when she arrived to school early. Her family had become one of those select few who were allowed certain privileges at the school.

Standing at the doorway of the classroom door, Miwako held her hand against the frame watching as the boy placed a note onto her desk. She knew what this was and she knew who the boy was. She had seen him a few times and had developed a bit of a crush on him. It was a passing feeling of course, but when she saw him here, standing before her, the feeling came back.

"That.....that's Miwako's desk.....", she said, her voice soft and silent.

Now, Nekozawa wasn't one to swear, but this time, he came very, very close.

Ever so slowly, he turned his head towards her. He hadn't planned on this, and as a result, his mouth stayed open like a dying, gasping fish. No sound came out, and his body began to shake slightly. What now?! What if she wanted to know what he was doing?! What if she wanted to read the letter?!

"I... I... I..."

Then, an idea came to him. With a great big intake of breath, he slammed his hands down on the desk. "I am performing an exorcism!"

It was not a good idea.

"There are evil spirits haunting this desk!"

Unfortunately for them both Miwako was incredibly silly and believed in those sorts of things. So when Nekozawa began to shake and to tell her that her desk was haunted, Miwako screamed loudly before rushing over to his side. Against him, her nose barely reached his upper stomach.

"Oh my gosh is this true??? Miwako has been sitting here for months now and it's been cursed?! What should I do?", she said, before she gently gripped his arm. She was definitely scared now and it was visible in her eyes that were close to tears.

Wow, that had backfired so spectacularly - her hair smelled nice - FOCUS. He hoped his hood was doing a good job of hiding his reddening cheeks. She was already adorable, and she was super adorable the closer she got. Nekozawa was resisting an urge to hold her.

"... Fear not." He eventually said, hoping to make those painful tears go away. "Beelzenef shall dispel of these spirits. There is no force on these plains that is mightier than his magic." Sure, why not. He placed the wooden voodoo doll atop her desk, while still keeping a flat hand on the paper, hoping to block it from her view. "It is the duty of the Black Magic Occult Club to protect students from unholy forces."

"Black Magic Occult Club? We have a club like that here?" She honestly did not know, however if they did this sort of thing, then she was mighty grateful. Miwako stepped back, allowing him the space he needed. She sat back on a table and gently held her hands together. Each one of her thin and long fingers was coated in rings; skulls, crosses, and bows.

"Is....is everything going to be okay? Will Miwako be able to still sit there?"

We have a club like that here? He knew she didn't intend for that to stab him, but it hurt all the same. To him, it was the equivalent of her not knowing who he was, or even noticing his existence. Sure, he was already positive these things were true, but she didn't have to rub it in!

... Even her rings were cute. On cute fingers.

"Yes. His protection shall follow you always." He replied, trying to slide the paper off the desk and attempt to hide it behind his back. "You have no reason to fear... Nor any reason to cry. Please dry your eyes." Please. He couldn't stand to see her upset.

"O-Oh....right.", she spoke, before she pulled out a pink napkin with kittens on them and wiped her eyes clean. Once they were dry and she was settled, she jumped off the desk and glanced around before walking towards her desk and placing her hands on it.

"It doesn't feel evil anymore. Miwako thinks you did a great job, thank you!" Before the other could even respond, Miwako was already at his side, giving him a hug of gratitude.

Nekozawa didn't get hugs from people normally, so to get one from her almost shut down his brain. This was a very bad thing, as his brain tended to stop him from doing stupid things. Such as instinctively putting his arms around her, like a mousetrap snapping its hinges once the food was taken.

... Oops.

"... Y-You are most welcome." he stammered, fully aware that his face wad burning at this point. Maybe if he patted her back, she'd just think he was trying to comfort her?

Well he definitely shocked her! His embrace had caused her to be lifted from the ground, and to be pressed up tightly against him. Not that she minded; after all, she was the queen of hugs.

Miwako glanced up at him with a calm and curious expression before she smiled at him brightly. He had saved her desk full of cute stickers and wonderful memories and she owed it to him. So after kicking her feet up a bit, she tapped him lightly.

"Mind putting Miwako down?" She was going to show him her gratitude.

Down, yes, he could do that. Flustered, he quickly released her, and even backed up three steps before turning around, desperately trying to hide his embarrassed face. "M-My apologies." he mumbled. "... I used so much of my life force in creating the Beelzenef doll, that at times I lose control of my body. But it shall not happen again. I assure you."

Speaking of things beyond his control, when he turned around, he was still holding onto the letter behind his back - and now his back was turned towards her. Oops again.

"Don't worry about it!" She didn't really notice that, however she did notice the letter behind his back. Slowly she crept up towards him and yanked it from his hands. She wasn't a mean girl but she hated mysterious and always wanted to solve them.

Once the letter was in her hands, she began to read it and then when she finished, she glanced up at him with a big smile. "You knew.....but you weren't going to do it were you? You were just warning Miwako so she could exorcise her own desk, huh?"

And this was the second closest he had ever come to swearing.

He whipped around so fast that the hood fell right off his head, wondering what he had done to earn so much bad luck. But she was certainly good at saving his behind unintentionally!

"I... uh... that is... Yes!" He cleared his throat, and the puppet on his hand copied his nervous movements. "You aren't aware, but you contain great light within you. It has the power to eradicate evil spirits... But I was not sure if you were ready to take command of this task. Those like yourself should not burden yourself with these problems, when servants of the darkness like myself are always ready to work our magic. Yours is a peaceful life, and it should stay that way."

"So Miwako is a light-bearer? But her astrologist told her she was pure evil!", she said, thinking back to the day she went to a fortune teller. Was the old woman lying? Was Nekozawa confused? Was it truly possible for a Virgo like her to be so pure?

In her wave of confusion, she began to jump on one leg then the other before she spun around a bit. "Miwako is really scared here!"

What?! Someone had dared called his Miwako - NOT HIS NOT HIS - evil? Sudden hot rage fueled through him, and he managed to overcome his embarrassment.

"Lies! Nothing but lies!" He hissed, shoulders hitched up. "Anyone who could call a being like you evil clearly cannot see past their nose! You... calling you evil is an unforgivable sin! They should be cursed for all eternity for ever implying you are anything but pure!"

"You're too kind to Miwako.....she doesn't even know your name....how awful!", she said, before pulling out her napkin once more. In a dramatic effect, she wiped her eyes and sobbed silent before she rose anew. With a clean and happy expression, she reached out to grab his free hand, patting his puppet on its tiny head.

"Thank you very much, Miwako will pay you back.....today!" After all he was being much too kind to her and she didn't even know him that well [except for the minor crush she had on him a while back].

she doesn't even know your name
she doesn't even know your name
she doesn't even know your name

Stab. Stab. Stab. Even a direct flashlight to the face wouldn't hurt this much. Thankfully her little sob fest didn't let her see the torment his face was showing, and when she was coming to pet little Beelzenef, he had managed to compose himself. More or less. She was still touching him, after all, so his cheeks still pinked.

"... I have no need for rewards. It is my solemn duty to watch over my fellow students. As for names... I am Umehito Nekozawa, President of the Black Magic Occult Club." A pause. "And this is Beelzenef."

"But you have to let Miwako spoil Neko-kun and Beelzy....it wouldn't be fair to you both!", she said, already nicknaming them both in a very cute manner. Her soft hands remained on him, gently touching and poking his skin before she reached into her cute bunny purse to pull out a pencil and notepad. It was still early but people would start coming in so she wanted to get this before anyone else showed up.

"Here! Write down your phone number and the times you're available. Miwako is going to do everything she can to pay Neko-kun back!"

Neko-kun? Beelzy? He wasn't sure what was throwing him off more, the nicknames or the sensation of her skin on his. (Who was he kidding, it was 100% the latter.) He blinked rapidly as she suddenly took the objects out, and now it was his turn to be confused.

"I... I told you, I don't need to be repaid." Yet he found himself reaching for the pencil and notepad. It couldn't hurt if she knew this information, right? his eyes quickly went down, his voice turning into mumbles as he wrote down what she wanted. "I did it because... I wanted to..."

"Can Miwako ask why? How did you know my desk was haunted....and why did Neko-kun choose to help her?" There was a soft stillness in her voice and she soon removed her hands. As she stood next to him, she glanced up at him with soft eyes before she pushed back her long hair.

"Miwako thinks....there's something more here, isn't there?"

Snap. He'd nearly finished scribbling down his available hours when that question was launched, and he pressed so hard on the pencil that the lead tip broke off. His eyes darted around the room, hoping that school would start soon, if only to save him.

He seemed to shrink up into himself, and only now did it occur to him to pull his hood back up. "I... I'm very attuned to spirits, and their natural activities..." He said very slowly, hoping to avoid that last bombshell of a question. "And as I said, it's my duty to help all students..." He began to lean forward in a desperate attempt to hide his face, almost pushing his face into the notepad. "And I just... wanted... to protect you...B-Because you... you... you're... so nice."

So it was only that? It made Miwako feel all fuzzy and warm inside and it made her blush lightly. Taking back her pencil and notepad, she placed it inside her pouch. The sound of people walking by began to fill the hallway, and it was about time for someone to enter the classroom. This wasn't her first class but she had left her pencil case here the day before. So she reached into her desk to pull it out and she placed it inside her bag.

"Thank you, really. To think Miwako had a crush on Neko-kun six months before! It's funny that this happened. Anyways Miwako should be getting to her class, we should hang out at lunch! How about it?"

Ah yes, class was starting. It was both a relief and a disappointment. "I... would not be adverse to sharing a meal together. Until then... I shall not take up anymore of your time, my lady."

With a humble bow, he turned to take his leave, and WAIT A MINUTE.

His head whirled around so fast that his black wig began to slide over a few inches, revealing strands of blonde hair. This was ignored.

"Say that again."

The sudden whirl and turn definitely caught Miwako by surprise. The short pink-haired girl stopped in her tracks for Nekozawa. She wasn't sure what he wanted her to repeat but she imagined it was the part about lunch-

But then he just agreed to it. So Miwako began to fiddle with her index fingers before she tilted her head side to side, her face becoming completely red.

"M-Miwako.....had a crush on Neko-kun six months ago?"

As he spoke, he quickly nudged his wig back into place, hoping she hadn't noticed the silky sheen underneath the black.

"'Had' a crush." He repeated, sucking back some saliva. "Which means... you no longer have a crush on me?"

The answer to that question would either save him or be the final nail in the coffin. His fingers curled up, digging into his skin, and even his puppet seemed to shrivel up in worry.

"Well Miwako means.....well Miwako didn't know Neko-chan at the time! She did however make a clothing line based off Neko-chan! Miwako supposes she could still have a crush on him, she doesn't really know.", she said, unsure if he was going to reject her or not. Either way she kept her smile bright, feeling nervous all of a sudden. She was definitely going to end up sweaty after all this.

It was neither a save nor a nail - and somehow that didn't destroy him. Instead, while his shoulders sagged a little, he spoke softly with curiosity.

"... I have... a clothing line?" He was so distracted by that information that his heart wasn't hurt. "I'm... flattered... I had no idea you noticed me that much."

"Yeah! Miwako made a very cute gothic style clothing line. Of course I only made ten pieces....ahaha....", she said, once again poking and prodding her fingers together.

"Miwako did but then....she figured Neko-kun would never notice her so she forgot."

As students and teachers alike began to enter the hallway, a few curious eyes couldn't help but peek in on this unusual situation. Why in the world was Miwako Sakurada talking to Umehito Nekozawa? Why were they both fidgeting and blushing? ... No way, it couldn't be...!

As for the blushing boy, he swallowed heavily before daring to ask yet another question. "Can I... Can I see these... pieces, sometime?"

"Sure! But...it seems Miwako has to go to class soon. How about we do this after-school?", she said, glancing around. Her face was completely red at this point know, and she could feel the eyes of others staring at her as if they could pierce.

"W-Whenever Neko-kun is free of course!", she quickly added.

It was becoming impossible to ignore the stares and whispers coming from the audience of classmates, so Nekozawa knew his time was up. He rubbed his face in a futile effort to get rid of his blush. "... After school. So it is agreed. I bid you farewell... Miwako Sakurada."

Instead of a formal bow or a sweeping gesture, he simply began to walk away, hoping he was smiling as stupidly as he thought he was. He chuckled under his breath, accidentally creeping out the students that had gathered at the door.

The day had gone by like a breeze through a strong wind. Miwako was normally talkative and bubbly, but today she was all klutzy and shy and she stumbled upon words with ease. The confession she made towards a certain someone had caused her to become even more girly than what she already was.

When the time came for school to be over, she texted Nekozawa her address. When he arrived there, he would be greeted by the site of a large studio that doubled as Miwako's work station. Her real home was farther behind, but this was the place where she brought her creations to life.

When the boy arrived to her studio, she opened the door to reveal she had changed both her hairstyle and makeup. She was wearing a strapless black dress with white leggings and platform shoes. Her hair was long and loose, and her ears were laced in multiple earrings. Inside the studio everything was white save the pink decorations that littered the place. In the middle of the studio stood ten mannequins, all wearings the designs she made. Each and every single one was a variant of gothic lolita and punk rock.

"Come in! Would Neko-kun like some tea or some sweets?", she said, blushing as she moved aside.

Being a fabulously rich student himself, the studio wasn't all that intimidating. He almost hadn't gotten dressed up, but his servants had overheard about his date - IT WASN'T A DATE - and then little sister Kirimi begged her onii-chama to dress up like a prince for his princess, how could he say no to those big blue eyes? He was allowed to keep his hood and cape, but now it was opened to reveal a semi-professional looking black suit underneath, with a blue rose on his collar. Even Beelzenef was wearing a studded collar around its 'neck'.

As soon as the doors opened, his eyes bounced all over the room - were these the fabled 'pieces' inspired by his aura? But then his eyes rested on her, on that perfectly macabre outfit, and nothing else could grab his attention. He cleared his throat, and both he and the puppet bowed. "Lady Miwako... Many thanks for allowing me into your humble abode. If are going so far as to offer sustenance, I shall gladly partake of it."

"Please just call me Miwako or whatever! Neko-kun can even call Miwako tuna and she wouldn't mind.", she said, before bouncing her way off towards a breakfast bar. There wasn't much aside from a bathroom, kitchen, and storage room, but she would make do with what she had. From the kitchen she pulled out a silver tray filled with different kinds of teas, caviar, crackers, candy, cakes, and assorted cheeses (all pre-prepared by a maid who was here before).

"Please sit down. Miwako can model off the clothing if Neko-kun wants that.", she said, sitting down on a large classical couch. She placed the tray on the glass table before her.

Nekozawa followed her, amused by her obvious excitement. It was such a strange contrast to his slow, dark movements as he trailed with her. he couldn't but smile - her giddiness was infectious. "If you so wish it... Miwako." Without the confinements of the school around them, he felt far more relaxed. Maybe it was because now there was no chance of students staring at them.

"Thank you." He decided caviar and tea would do for now, and Beelzenef took it upon himself to meticulously hold the tea cup. He sat down next to her, keeping up his unusually chipper smile. "... I must admit, I am intrigued to see the fabric that came from my visage. Please, honor me with their appearance."

"Really? Neko-kun wants to see? Aren't there too many? I guess I'll do my favorites then!", she said before bouncing up from her seat and rushing towards the models. She grabbed one in the middle and dragged it off to the bathroom before slamming the door. Inside she changed quickly, placing her hair in two ponytails.

In less than ten minutes, Miwako stormed out the bathroom, wearing a long black trench coat, a white shirt covered in crosses, and a mini skirt. She wore thigh highs that were covered in black roses, and the platform shoes she had on before. She walked in front of Nekozawa and spun around a few times before stopping.

"How does....Miwako look?"

During those ten minutes, he nibbled on treats and sipped on tea. He had allowed his mind to wander on just what would happen during his stay in this studio, and exactly what it meant. After all, she 'had' a crush on him, and it was still unclear what her current feelings for him were. Was this an occasion between friends? Should he give up on his own feelings? Or...

... And there she was. He looked up, and sucked in air. So much for giving up on his feelings - he felt like he was falling for her all over again as she showed off the amazingly gothic outfit before him. It even caused him to speak without thinking. "You're... You're the princess of darkness!" he blurted out, embarrassed immediately.

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