It was not the silent humming that had woken ___ up, nor the hand moving up and down her back as she slept on. No, it the faint smell of something sweet, and the thicker smell of something strong and toxic. Fortunately, she could deduce one thing, it was definitely someone who smoked. ___ coughed slightly, covering her face with one of Alfred's pillows. She hated the scent of smoke (and smoking in general, it disgusted her). Finally, she gave a small smack against the hand that touched her back. He withdrew it, puffing out a large amount of smoke. Yes, she knew exactly who it was. It was definitely not Tim. He was far from touchy-grabby. No, no. ___ knew who it was.

     "When are you going to wake up?' he let out another gust of air, 'I've been waiting for almost two hours for you to make me breakfast, you know, aru. ___, get up all ready!"

     He gently patted her rear, causing ___ to jump up and strike Zao across the face. Her face was burning bright red as she clutched Alfred's pillow against her chest now. The Chinese Second Player - Zao Wang - was definitely a pervert. Normally, he would have shown her who was boss (which tended to be him, seeing he could easily pin her against the floor). He rubbed the side of his face slightly, a small glare shooting to ___'s face. The two had a love-hate sort of relationship. More or less often, Zao and her would get into some pretty bad fights and one would end up in the hospital (if not both), but after the fight, they would make up and apologize and just talk about their problems.

     "What, no 'good morning, ___'? Quite snappy in the morning, even after a fresh fag of opium?' she yawned, 'Well, if you want breakfast, get up and find my shoes."
     He had not expected her to actually agree, "W-what? Really? You'll make breakfast today?' he said quickly, 'You never make breakfast for me, aru!"

     Zao placed the fag between his teeth as he crouched down on the floor to search for ___'s shoes. His hands reached beneath the bed, finally pulling out the sneakers she had worn. He handed them off to her, finally puffing out a mouthful of air. ___ scrunched her nose, pulling the worn-down sneakers onto her feet. Zao carelessly dropped the fag onto the hardwood, smothering it beneath his boot. She slid off the bed, hand on her head, trying to suppress the headache. The (h/c)-haired girl trotted toward the bedroom door, opening it carefully. She motioned for Zao to follow, which he did.

     "You know, ___, you should have just come to my home for New Years,' he suggested, 'Everyone was there (and by everyone, I meant the Second Players, not your assholes of First Players). It would have been cool to see both you and your Second battling it out like last year, aru. So, what do you plan on making for breakfast?"
     ___ rolled her eyes, "Well, when we get to my house, I'll probably just fry up some pastries or potatoes,' she stated, 'I'm only a little hungry, and a lot hungover. You can just hang around if you want (as long as you don't break anything, or touch my ass)."
    
     (Your Country Name) spared no expense in hustling down the stairs. Zao followed close behind, eager to eat something. Despite how poor of a cook he was - he loved to eat various foods. Deciding to toy around with ___ slightly, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her body. Being quite used to this, she merely began to drag him toward the front door. This too was something she was used to doing. The Chinese man liked to toy around with people, and make them do dangerous and silly things. He was just like any other teenager.

     "Hurry it up, ___~ Emperor Zao is waiting for breakfast. Walk faster~' he cooed, 'The slower you go, the more I touch you. How does that sound for a stimulator, aru?"

     Her face warmed up at that. She knew exactly what he meant when referring to the touches - not only with is hands. ___ shoved open the front door, taking no time to start running down the street. God knows she did not want Zao to touch her anymore than he already does (he all ready flirts too much for her likes).