A/N: Aaand, I'm on a roll; only Ikki and Ukyou to go~ This one was actually fun to write, so I hope everyone enjoys it.

Disclaimer: Amnesia's still not mine.


Kent


She pulled open the door to the small office. It was almost completely silent as she entered – save for the sound of rapidly turning pages. A small desk lamp and a laptop screen were the only sources of light in the room, and she frowned.

"You'll ruin your eyes if you read in the dark." She said, flipping on the switch beside the doorway. Immediately, a warm light flooded the office, and its occupant groaned before dropping the book on a low glass table.

She noted, with some amusement, that Kent had migrated from his chair in front of the desk to the small couch she had insisted he had moved in there for those long nights when she wanted to keep him company while he worked.

"You're late," he said – dodging the previous topic with ease.

"Sorry about that," she apologized, handing him the coffee he had sent her out to buy for him. "But I stopped off at home first to take Shiro for a quick walk."

"And the bag?" he asked after taking a sip of his coffee. He was pleased that it was still hot and assumed that she had probably bought it after visiting their flat.

"Hm?" It took her a moment to remember the small paper bag she had clutched in her left hand. "Oh!" Taking his curiosity as an invitation to join him on the couch, she sat down beside him – wedging herself comfortably against him. "Well, you see…" She held the bag out to him.

Accepting the bag, Kent folded open the top and reached inside only to come back up with a small silver box with a blue ribbon.

"They ran out of red ribbons, sadly." She said when she noticed he was studying the box closely.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why would it matter if the ribbon is blue or red?" He turned the box over in his hands a few times – trying to determine its contents.

'Ah, he really has no clue about today then…' She couldn't decide if she was more disappointed or amused with this realization, but she knew it couldn't be helped. He was the kind of guy to remember seemingly unimportant things like half-month anniversaries while completely forgetting wide-spread holidays like Valentine's Day.

"Chocolate?" His tone was questioning, and when she stole a peek at his face, the puzzling look of bewilderment sent her into a fit of laughter. Her hands desperately held onto his arm to keep from sliding off the couch.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked; there was no humor in his voice, and his expression had changed from confused to serious.

It only served to make her laugh even harder. She abandoned clinging to his arm in favor of clutching her stomach which had started to hurt from the strain her giggles were putting on it. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and Kent, dumbfounded into silence, could only look on until she had gotten up off the floor and replaced herself on the couch beside him.

"I should be angry with you, you know." She said as she rubbed away the remaining tears from her eyes.

"With me?" He was surprised by the boldness in her statement.

"Have you checked your calendar recently?"

"I have," he answered.

"And what's today's date?" she pressed.

"The fourteenth of February."

She stared at him, and he fidgeted beneath her gaze.

"Today is…" He took out his cell phone and pulled up the calendar. And then he saw it – clear as day. Three little red hearts marked the date. "It's Valentine's Day."

Biting the inside of her lip to keep from laughing again, she nodded.

"I won't apologize for forgetting." He told her. "I love you every day; I don't need a commercialized holiday to prove it."

"All the same, I forgive you." She grinned up at him before they exchanged a kiss. "After all, you're the only person I can count on to celebrate our half-month anniversaries."