So my last story got taken down... Poo... I had so many adoring review-ies! I do hope that you will return to me. This story will be one of a bit more... effort? That last one was child's play! Same couple, of course, you've just got to love them! But story, emotions, familiar experiences, YES! This is what the masses crave! …. EH HEM. COUGH. Sorry... Anyways, why don't you enjoy, lovelies! I write for youuuu~

Disclaimer: I do not own anything here! Dur! This is going to become old quite quickly, I can just tell...

In times of great suffering, I find that the world manages to somehow pull itself through every time, somehow, whether it be through advances in technology, faith, or leadership. The human race is an exceedingly resourceful bunch, and sometimes not at all. People as a whole, the population of Assiah, be they exorcist or completely oblivious to the real world around them, always manage to find what they are looking for. Miracles, partners, lost items, lost memories-

Yukio was interrupted mid stream with his brother quite literally "bursting" into their shared room, panting for some reason, right hand clutched around his sword, other fist balled with pent up rage and.. was there a hint of humiliation? Yukio had learned to recognize it by now. Did he dare ask what troubled his demonic brother? Rin began searching the room frantically for something, taring the sheets off his bed, the books off the shelves. Yukio, a stickler, more or less, for the clean and organized, shot out of his seat and grabbed his frantic brother by the shoulders.

"What is wrong with you?" Yukio said with a stern tone as Rin's eyes scanned the room beyond what he could see behind Yukio, thoroughly blocking his view.

Rin made a sort of clicking sound with his tongue and lips, a "tsk," which lead to a rather bothered and distressed expression. "I just... Lost something, okay? I need to find it. It's really important!"

Yukio rolled his eyes. What could his brother possibly consider so important as to tear apart the room looking for it? When Rin said he had lost something, Yukio almost began to become excited, for if it had been Rin's homework that was missing, distress meant he actually cared, right? Maybe that was a step in the right direction! Or maybe it wasn't about his homework at all, maybe he had misplaced his favorite manga volume. That was actually more than likely.

Yukio thought for a moment. "If I release you, will you continue to tear apart the room?"

"No..." Rin said after a moment of hesitation on his own part. Yukio released him and he retreated to his bed in a sort of "thinking" position. He really did have to find it though, he'd spent so much time and effort to write it out, such a long and embarrassing letter. He almost wondered if Yukio had found it and taken it. Then again, his brother wouldn't be that cruel, would he? Or perhaps he would already be giving Rin shit by now, or at least a smug expression. To Rin's favor, Yukio had been spending time doing nothing but writing his stupid biography in the last semester. To his credit though, Rin knew Yukio was a much better writer than he.

Which is exactly why he had to find that letter! Oh the embarrassment if it had somehow gotten into the wrong hands, or the hands of anyone but he and whom it was meant for! Now where had he hidden it? It had to have been an incredibly secret place, even from his brother, and somewhere in this room... Ugh! Why was this so hard? In fact he could have sworn he hid it in his book bag this morning, sealed and destined for an other's hands. Wait... books...

Now, during this whole ordeal of thought that Rin had been running through his mind, he hated thought, he had been steadily pacing around the room under the scrutiny of his brother who now turned back to his writing. Yukio could not help but relate his brother to his passage, oh the irony. He had to add to it.

-really anything and everything under the sun can be found with a little searching. Never has man created more of a wonderful means of solving problems, creating happiness, than seeking. And who knows, the journey might be strenuous, treacherous, and bring you within an inch of your life, or-

"Ah ha!" Rin exclaimed, pulling a book from its resting position on top of the book case, an old magazine, and as he pulled it from the shelf, an envelope tumbled out of it, fluttering to the ground. Yukio smiled.

-maybe what your searching for is an inch in front of your face, and all you have to do is reach out and grab it. Oh, the resourcefulness of man.

Rin snatched up the envelope and shoved it, crumpled up a bit, into his pocket, bolting from the room as quickly as he had come.

Yukio followed Rin with his eyes until he disappeared down the hallway, leaving the door wide open, of course. He rose to close it and he did so with care, and for fear of it falling out of it's track, before returning to his place at his desk. He re-read the last paragraph he had written, once again mentally remarking on the irony of it all. Really, what was his brother's problem?

What was Rin's problem? A half crumpled note in his pocket that was supposed to have been delivered to Bon that morning. Yes, Bon was the mystery recipient, though perhaps not so much of a mystery to some, and certainly a mystery to Bon himself. After class earlier in the day, Rin had grabbed Bon's arm before he left class, earning a rather strange stare, as he told Bon that he had something for him and went fishing around through his bag for a solid five minutes, even dumping his book bag out onto his desk, searching for the letter. Bon had spit some insults and muttered some things about wasting his time, though as Bon left the now empty school room, Rin did notice that he had earned a second glance.

It was little things like that that seemed to let Rin know that giving Bon this note wasn't possibly the most stupid thing he had ever done, couldn't be. He could name five more stupid things in the past year right off the top of his head, but why share those memories? The point was, Bon had to get this note, and so even though the sun was going down and he'd probably just royally pissed off his neat freak of a brother, he had to go to Bon's dorm, had to give him the note, and had to do it now in order to make amends for earlier in the day when he had "wasted Bon's time," though since when had he grown to care about wasting the larger boy's time?

There were several things Rin could admit too, or at least had come to terms with in the past year, the first of which being that he had undeniable, unexplainable, feelings for Bon, more or less. The second was that he had discovered this from reading the strange yaoi romance mangas Father had always "accidentally" given him. He could remember the old man's voice now. "Really, I did that again? I'm sorry, I swear I thought that was a girl on the cover!" And even though he would apologize ten times over for the mix up, he would never take them back to the store for new ones, just let them sit on Rin's shelf, quietly noticing that sometimes they changed positions because, deny it if he would, Rin read them.

Bon, more than likely, didn't feel the same way about Rin, and hell he might even try to beat Rin up for suggesting something like this, and even though that was the most likely thing, Rin could not help but notice sometimes the little things which Bon did, the frequent, hidden, soft expressions he sometimes gave Rin when he did something stupid or shouted a random phrase when he woke up from a nap in class. Having read a shit ton of those mangas, Rin felt quite confident that even going into a risky situation like this, he was most certainly not stupid.

Lost in thought and the unconscious motion of clutching the note in his pocket, Rin hardly realized that he had almost walked right by Bon's dorm building. He heard voiced coming from one of the windows on the third floor. Shima was yelling about something in his oh so flamboyant of voices. As much as he was Shima's friend, he really didn't have any interest in the boy as he did for Bon. Simply too... Obvious. Rin seemed to like the more hard-to-get of boys.

Rin entered the building and went straight for the stairwell and up to the third floor, further pondering his decision all the way to the top. He intimidating the climb was, knowing that once he reached the top, moments later he could be very well thrown back down them. Awful as it was...

When he reached the door, the first thing he did was take a deep, sobering breath. His hand rose slowly, knocking on the door with some hesitation as it would should he be asking out a girl like any normal boy would. But then, what about him was normal? Oh yeah... Nothing. Konekomaru answered his knocking.

"Oh, uh.. Rin, what are you doing here?" Within the room, Bon's eyes opened just a bit wider at hearing the name. He rose from his lounged position on his bed.

"Actually, I need to talk to Bon for just a second," but before his request was complete, Bon was already standing behind Konekomaru, towering over the boy. Rin swallowed, feeling a cold sweat hit the collar of his shirt. Gross.

Bon looked at Konekomaru. "Hey, I'll be right back." And with that, Bon slipped out the door and closed it behind them, leaving he and Rin there in the hallway, alone. Behind the door, Shima and Konekomaru could only exchange confused, even a bit worrisome, glances towards each other.

"So what is it?" Bon seemed unusually calm for the situation.

"Oh, uh, that thing..." Rin dug in his pocket, "the thing from earlier. I found it! Um, and please don't show your roommates..." He laughed a bit awkwardly as he handed Bon the note. Bon took it and began tearing at the seal. Rin, not wanting to actually be around to see Bon's reaction in case it really was negative, waved goodbye and began speed-walking down the hallway, followed by the stairs.

Bon, with note clutched in hand, open and half read, looked after Rin, but he was already gone.

So, there you have the first lovely little chapter~ I find that my word average is about 2,000 or so per chapter, sometimes much more, sometimes much less, but for the most part you should expect 2,000 words. I wrote this whole chapter with my kitten sitting on my shoulder like a parrot, by the way. She loves to do that ^.^ Her name is Pickle, by the way, and you'll probably hear a lot about her in the author notes, she is just so darn cute!

Oh, and I'll be updating hopefully every week, if not, every two weeks or so. Ummm, uh... I think that's about all I have to say for this chapter, please review and keep checking back for more chapters!