He rolled over rufly and squeezed his eyes shut thight, having had a less than spectacular time getting to sleep since it started. He really was getting frustrated with himself, the unbidden thoughts, the heated feeling, the constant nagging that screamed to be placated, but he refused to let his family or friends in on what was wrong. Not like he had seen much of them anyway, making an excuse or two that he was bussy of tired. Ignoring phone calls, that sadly his mother answered and, of course pestered him about, hell he hadn't even been to the temple in awhile. Though he tried his hardest, he felt they were catching on, because, of course, Kurama + unkurama like behaivor = problem. His friends didn't really see him act out much and neither did his mother, so its pretty obvious.
He very well knew that there were only two ways to end this. Either wait it out, a highly likely possiblity though undesirable, Or find the one he was longing for and take-no, that was not likely or even realistic.
He sighed and threw back the covers climbing out of bed, and padding across the cool carpeted floor twords the bathroom door. He slipped inside and closed it quietly as not to wake his mother. Leaning against the sink on his palms he splashed water on his face and looked up at his relfection sadly. He said to no one, "I really hate mating season."
- (A/N)
Yo'la! okay so this is my first posted story and I got a comment from some lovely readers! -winks at you- So I'm more confident about this now! There will be many many maaannnnnyyyy more chapters, I'm just a lazy typer so bare with me please.
