Ok. I'm back. I know, I've been away like forever and I should get on with my Fruba fanfic but during that period of time, I was swamped with homework and besides, I was sidetracked by a lot of stuff, mainly DBSK and the pairings in there. XP So sorry fro the delay. This is also one reason as to why I have not commited myself to the hanging fanfic here. So sorry. I'll try to get back to it, as soon as my muse return to me. Before that let me introduce you to my latest fav.

Shounen Onmyouji. A truly eye-candy with yummy bishies inside!! Wakakaka. I especially like Guren/Masahiro pairin but somehow or another this popped up in my head first. So there.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of them boys T.T

Title: Anger

Looking at the two of them talking in earnest made his blood boiled. Despite the fierce argument, the little white creature and the young boy were clearly enjoying every single second of it. It was their private unique way of bonding. Seiryuu could detect the impossible radiance of joy in those sunset eyes, expressive – happy and content, only in front of the growing boy.

Jealousy, like always, was clawing its way up his chest at the scene. Same as the last time, Guren and Seimei immediately bonded. In fact, the first to receive a name from Seimei was none other than Guren. Both, Seimei and Masahiro, were instantly attracted to the fiery and vicious shikigami. Both were quick to melt the ice and worm into the coldest heart of the twelve shikigami, building a special relationship whom none of the other eleven can boast of.

Yes, Seiryu was extremely jealous. Of the relationship. Of how easy master and servant were able to bond. Of how they succeeded where he failed.

For the shikigami was not created to hate his comrade. If anything at the dawn of time when they first existed, Seiryuu had been attracted by the man. Tall, silent and unapproachable, his heart immediately opened up towards the broody comrade. He was intrigued by the silence, wanting to wipe away the loneliness and hurt evident in those golden eyes. He just want to see the man smile at least once, a true heartfelt smile instead of the usual cold smirk.

He tried to approach Toudan, but failed miserably. Rejected instantly, he was even punched in the face for his advances. After that, the fire shikigami had only more become more withdrawn. The hurt and loneliness were gone, in their place were emotionless eyes that would freeze even the bravest of hearts.

But, somehow, they managed to break it. Break through the overwhelming defences to thaw the cold heart. That little, powerless baby (now a boy) had succeeded where he, a mighty shikigami, had failed.

So, no wonder he was always angry. At that twerp for being better than him. At Guren for accepting others into his heart. But most importantly, for refusing his heart.

It hurts.

It still does.