She backed into the wall—barely registering that she was now unable to get away. Silently swallowing she stared at his evil smile, what had she ever done to deserve this? Was staying home really too much to ask for?

"Ryo-Chan, please come here. I won't do anything you don't want me to do." His dark violet eyes told a different story—and along with his smile she knew that he didn't mean that at all.

"Like last time?" Ryoma raised her eyebrow quizzically; she wouldn't be fooled twice with those words. "Besides, I already told you I am not going to some fancy restaurant—Especially not in that." Her golden eyes glanced quickly to the red cocktail dress that would show way too much skin for her liking. She probably wouldn't even be able to sit down without it riding up to her waist.

"But you promised to go out to dinner with me this week." His smile transformed into a pout, a innocent voice taking over the slight demonic tone of the former, and his eyes turning soft. "You promised."

"Seiichi, I am not wearing that dress." She crossed her arms as he pinned her body to the wall with his. Ignoring the way his breath gently blew across her face in small bursts and the fact that he was erecting down below she kept her eyes locked with his. "I'm not budging on this."

"But you should at least look pretty sometimes!" Seiichi's brows drew together as his pout increased.

"So I don't look pretty?" Ryoma knew that he hadn't meant it that way, but if it could help her get out of going out for dinner than she'd use it against him. After all it was hell getting leverage with the former Rikkaidai Tennis Captain.

"That's not what I meant. What I mean is, you could actually try to be pretty. Like wear nice clothes and make-up." The sinister smile was back—and it did nothing to Ryoma, except make her lose her leverage.

"Seiichi! I told you not tonight!"

"It's Saturday."

"And I told you I don't want to go tonight! I told you yesterday that I'd go out within the next week!" Faces inches apart Ryoma growled baring her teeth at the stubborn man.

"But it's the end of this week."

"No."

"I love you."

"That's nice go die painfully in a dark shallow hole." Ryoma pushed him and stomped to their room. She was not going. She refused to; Seiichi knew she had worked all day today, and that she was tired.

"Ryoma, you'd be lonely without me." His pathetic whine was back, and her nerves were suffering.

"I'll tell Genichirou you're not relaxing like the doctor told you to." Her eyes glanced over her shoulder to see the faltering fake pout determinate slowly.

"You wouldn't, because you're afraid of what I'd do to you." Seiichi glared at her. "Besides, Genichirou can't really do anything. He's not only half way across the world from us; he has his own family now to think about as well."

"And that would be a lie." Ryoma turned to face him. "He's your best friend, and you're like his lifeline. Besides, it doesn't change the fact that I'm still not going out in that."

"Fine. We'll order take out and you'll wear the dress. Or I'm telling Syusuke that you're the one who broke his camera." Damn, Seiichi still remembered that. But, it was a compromise; the deal wouldn't get any better.

"Okay. But just remember, you are now not having sex for a month." And with that Ryoma happily plucked the disgusting dress off the chair outside their bedroom door, slamming the door as Karupin scampered in to be with her master.

As Seiichi made a strained sound in disbelief from outside, Ryoma smiled.