It was, Kain decided as he stood there staring into his half-full closet, quite possible that someone was stealing his clothes.

It had started with the disappearance of a pair of his socks. He had opened the drawer where he kept his socks and underwear to grab one of each before he went to take a shower and idly noted that it looked like there was one less pair than he had thought there was. He had shrugged it off, thinking that he had miscounted, and went to wash up before it was time for the Night Class crossover when they passed the mobs of Day Class girls (and boys) to get to their classes.

The next day, he noticed that one of the shirts he wore on school breaks was gone from his closet as he reached for his uniform jacket, and the day after that another pair of socks disappeared.

An article of clothing continued to disappear every night for the next two weeks after that, including three pairs of his underwear and his favorite shirt (black silk that flowed like water when you touched it and shimmered when the light hit it just right).

He had at first thought his cousin, Hanabusa Aido, was playing a prank on him, but a covert search of his roommate's part of the room turned up nothing (aside from a sketchbook that Kain made an effort to forget he'd ever found), sending him back to square one in regards to where all his clothes were disappearing to.

Now, he was staring into his closet, which was devoid of a full half of the shirts and pants that he owned, and he wondered if any of the other Night Class students were responsible.

Ruka he could rule out, since if anything she was more likely to steal Kaname's clothes than his, and ditto for Seiren.

Takuma wouldn't have been able to keep quiet about it for as long as the thefts had been going on, so he could strike the cheerful blond off his suspect list.

Senri would probably do it if Takuma asked him to, but again the blond vampire would have given the prank away long before then, so the model was also crossed off his mental list.

Rima wasn't a suspect just on sheer principle, since he hardly even talked to the female. Besides, she would be more likely to steal Senri's clothes.

There were other members of the Night Class, but he wasn't really acquainted with them, so they would have no reason to break into his room and steal his socks, underwear, break shirts, etc etc.

As for Kaname…no, just, no.

And that ruled out all of the possible suspects in the Moon Dorm….which only left someone from the Day Class as the culprit.

Looking at it from a different angle, Kain supposed it made sense. If someone from the Day Class managed to avoid Cross and Kiryuu and sneak into the Moon Dorm, it wouldn't be that hard for them to make off with an item of clothing. Why steal his, though, he hadn't the faintest idea. Honestly, he had the least amount of fan-girls (or boys) of the entire Night Class, and certainly none of them would have been able to pull off sneaking into the Night Class dormitory so many nights in a row without getting caught or giving themselves away by bragging to the other Day Class students.

Then again, maybe there was more than one thief? Shuddering, the red-headed vampire shoved that thought away, not wanting to contemplate why more than one person would steal his underwear.

As it was, he was seriously limited on what clothing he had left, and after heaving a sigh he reached for a pair of uniform pants. He supposed that he should be thankful that he had more than one uniform (the shirt for one of them had been stolen three days ago…).

To his surprise, when he returned alone from class that night, there was a note with his name on it taped to the door of his room (Hanabusa had been trying to stalk Yuki Cross, and Kaname had caught him. Kain had to take a moment of silence for his cousin.).

The note read, short and to the point:

"Dear Wild-San,

If you ever want to see your clothes again, you will meet me by the pool at 12:30 am. Tonight.

Signed, your admirer."

Kain double-checked the meeting time, and saw that it was the time of the Night Class's break period…which was weird on so many levels. How long had this person been watching him that they knew when the Night Class had their 'lunch period' for lack of a better term?

Still, some of his favorite articles of clothing had been stolen, and he especially wanted his black silk shirt back, so…yeah, he was going to the meeting. He just hoped that the person who had stolen his clothes wasn't a crazed fan-girl...or fan-boy. He wasn't sure which one would be worse, actually.

The red-head shook his head with a sigh as he checked inside his closet idly.

Yup, his last pair of pants had been stolen, which meant that he would have to wear the pair he had on now for two nights in a row.

He hoped none of his classmates decided to take a good sniff of him at crossover the next day…

Kain stood in plain view beside the Cross Academy pool, shifting slightly from one foot to the other as he shot a glance down towards the watch on his wrist. 12:29. One minute to go, he thought with a sigh.

And, despite all the trouble the clothes-thief had caused him, he couldn't help being curious about who had snuck into the Moon Dorm so many times just to raid his drawers and closet (though the fact that whoever-they-were had taken his underwear still freaked him out).

He hunched his shoulders as a light breeze drifted by, bringing with it a slight chill.

Since his affinity was fire, he didn't have quite the cold resistance of his cousin, but on the plus side he never got overheated or sunburned (Ruka still hasn't forgiven him for that one summer the three of them spent in Italy. She had wound up looking like a lobster while he'd just gotten an attractive golden tan). The memory was always good for a few snickers or two on a slow day, but that was neither here nor there…even if things had gotten funnier when Ruka had started pealing.

Akatsuki glanced towards his watch again; intent on checking the time, but his attention was swiftly diverted when several shrubs, planted along the edge of the tile surrounding the pool, near him rustled. A frown graced his lips as his eyes narrowed, thanks to his vampire physiology he had no trouble seeing in the dark, especially since the moon was half-full that night.

What he saw confused him, as the shadow standing between two of the shrubs became clearer as the girl (it was clearly a girl, one of the Day Class if the uniform was any indication) carrying a large plastic bag approached.

Brown hair, brown eyes, and a slight build, he estimated she would barely come up to his chest if they stood toe-to-toe, he supposed she was cute enough…and he was abruptly forced to reevaluate his opinion when the Day Class girl got closer.

Her brown hair, cut into a sleek bob, shimmered with pale highlights where the moon struck it, turning it into the color of dark honey, and her brown eyes that seemed plain at first glance revealed much more upon a second look. And her slight build, Akatsuki noted in pleasant surprise, sported some very pleasing curves beneath her uniform.

A red eyebrow rose as he broke through the silence with the blunt sentence, "So, I take this means you're the one who keeps stealing my clothes." It really wasn't even a question, but the girl (didn't he know her from somewhere?) nodded anyway.

The girl took a few steps closer and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Yes, that was me. My apologies for any inconvenience." Something beneath her seemingly bland tone informed Kain that she was most definitely Not Sorry.

His lips twitched, and he returned blandly, "I see. You already know my name?" The girl nodded, and he continued, "Then may I have the pleasure of knowing yours? You did go through a lot of trouble to get me here, after all…" and broke more than a few rules while doing it, was what went unspoken but hovered between them.

The Day Class girl actually blushed, a faint tinge of pink appearing across her cheeks, and Kain's lips quirked up in amusement. The brunette quickly responded, trying to cover up her embarrassment, "I am Sayori Wakaba. A pleasure to meet you, Wild-San." She actually bowed!

Kain was definitely amused now, but he forced his mind back to why he was standing by a pool in the middle of the night. He let his eyes drift to the plastic bag Sayori was holding, and his voice was definitely amused as he asked, somewhat rhetorically, "I suppose that my missing clothes are in that bag?"

Sayori (and now he remembered where he had seen her, she was one of Yuki Cross's friends) nodded and held out the bag, but as he approached, reaching out with one hand to take it from her, she pulled it back and told him matter-of-factly, "You'll only get this back if you give me something in return."

Akatsuki blinked, his hand still extended though he slowly lowered it back to his side as he asked curiously, "And what do you want in exchange for the return of my clothes?"

A smirk flitted across the girl's lips as Sayori said blandly, "A kiss."

Kain blinked again, a dumbfounded look crossing his face, and his eyebrows climbed halfway to his hairline as he repeated, "A kiss."

Sayori nodded, "A kiss," she confirmed, her lips quirking up into a smile.

A few moments passed, before Kain shrugged and said, "Okay, a kiss it is then."

Before Sayori could do more than blink at Kain's easy acceptance, the Night Class student stepped up to close to her, putting her nose a few inches away from his chest, which as always was slightly bared because of his partially buttoned shirt. A deeper blush bloomed across her face, and her lips parted slightly to draw in a deeper breath of air, but then Kain place his hand gently under her jaw and tilted her head back.

He smiled when he heard her heart rate increase, the organ now racing as he bent over to bring his face closer to hers. His heart joined hers in pounding out an increased rhythm, and his lips quirked up a minute before they met the brunette's in a light kiss.

Kain's lips just barely brushed Sayori's, but it somehow seemed incredibly intimate as their breath mingled together, seconds before the red head deepened the kiss, bringing them into even closer contact.

They both felt like a lightning bolt shot through them at the greater contact, and Sayori gasped lightly in surprise, which gave Akatsuki the opportunity to slant his mouth over hers, deepening the contact and quietly slipping his tongue out to trace over her lips.

Both of them shuddered at the sensations, and Kain quietly took a breath, getting a good dose of Sayori's natural scent, uncovered by any scented lotions or shampoos. Somehow, that appealed to him a lot more than it should have…

Sayori smelled like oranges and daisies, a combination that he immediately loved, and he dazedly pulled back from the kiss when he started to run out of breath. He was panting as he stared into Sayori's brown eyes, which were glazed from the emotions stirred by the kiss, a look he had no doubt was matched by the look in his own eyes.

Almost as if he was in a daze, he bent and wrapped his arms around the Day Class girl's waist lifting her effortlessly so that they were eye level before he kissed her again, this time more deeply than before because he didn't have to bend over to make contact with those petal-soft lips.

Oh, were they soft, like the sweetest flower petals as he caressed them with his own lips, which he doubted were anywhere near as soft, and they tasted faintly like cherry lip gloss…

Sayori wrapped her legs around his waist, taking some of her slight weight off his arms, and her own arms wrapped around his neck, the fingers of one hand running through his hair as she took the initiative to deepen the kiss instead of waiting for him to do it. Fireworks went off behind his eyelids at that action, and he couldn't remember when he had closed his eyes. Quite frankly, he didn't even care as he moved one hand up to run his fingers through Sayori's brown hair, likening the strands to silk as they slid through his long fingers like water.

Eventually, and regretfully, they had to come up for air, and while Kain was still dazed from the unexpected passion, Sayori released his neck and waist from her embrace and slipped from his grasp.

The brunette was breathing heavily, but she managed to straighten her skirt and jacket, which were looking rather rumpled, to some semblance of order. Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses, which caused Kain to feel a rather strong sense of pride that he was the cause of that redness.

Suddenly, he heard voices approaching the pool (he distantly realized that it sounded like Ruka and Hanabusa arguing. Again.), and judging by the way the glazed look in Sayori's eyes disappeared rather quickly (he tried hard not to let his disappointment show) she heard them coming, too.

Before he even had time to open his mouth, Sayori had disappeared through the shrubs as quickly as she had appeared, leaving the plastic bag containing his stolen clothes behind.

Kain picked up the bag, looking inside to be sure that they were actually his clothes, not that he had any doubt, and turned to head back to the Moon Dorm to drop them off in his room before returning to his remaining classes for the night.

A glance at his watch revealed that the entire interaction had taken just a few minutes less than an hour. He determined that their next meeting would take a lot longer if he had anything to say about it.

Three days later, he opened his closet door to find that his favorite shirt was missing again, and he smiled.

Author's Note: Happy Birthday to me! I had started writing this a few days ago, but when I realized what day it was I just had to finish it. *Grins* This is my first time writing a scene that was even vaguely romantic, so please tell me what you all thought of it! Please read and review! As always, constructive criticism is welcome!