Risty left school that first day walking on air. Youko had kept his promise. They had found each other. She laid down under a tree, thinking. What would happen now? True, they had found each other, but would they be together?

After all, they were different people now. She wasn't Risty the cat-demon, famed assassin of Demon World anymore, she was Miori Kadaguchi, Japanese high-school student. And he wasn't Youko Kurama, fox-demon, infamous thief, he was perfect student Shuichi Minamino. They were leading completely different lives. What would happen now?

"Maybe it would've been better if I thought he'd forgotten me…" Risty whispered to herself.

"Who's forgotten you?" a soft voice asked from behind her. Risty looked up and met his deep green eyes. She blushed, sat up, and looked away.

"I was just thinking aloud."

"Ah," he whispered, sitting beside her.

She felt her heart race at his closeness and her breath caught in her throat. It had been easy to control herself in the classroom. The other people, playing the roles of normal high-school students, how different he looked from his old form, it all made it so easy to forget her burning desires.

Now he was right beside her and there was no one else around. She could sense his aura. His movements, his speech, even his scent, it all reminded her of who he actually was. Not fellow classmate Shuichi Minamino, no, not even close. He was Youko. He was a fox-demon. A thief. A lover. A friend. He was Youko. And he was her Youko.

"I thought I'd never see you again," she finally whispered.

"I promised to find you," he whispered back. "Have I ever broken a promise?"

Risty turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her head on his chest. "No," she sighed and listened to the unsteady beat of his heart.

Kurama took a deep breath, trying to control his racing heart as he pulled Risty closer to him. Seeing her in the classroom had unlocked a tidal wave of old memories. Now he realized why he had kept them locked away, they were all so powerful. If he had remembered all of this before, he wouldn't have been able to go through every day pretending to be human. He would have been running through all of Japan, all of the Living World, trying to find her.

"Risty." He breathed the name, savoring the way it tasted on his lips. It felt like an eternity since he'd heard it. He tightened his arms around her, an eternity since he'd held her. He gently ran his hand down her arm, an eternity since he'd felt the smoothness of her skin. He brushed her hair with his lips. Her taste, her scent, her everything, it was all the same, yet it felt so much stronger after going so long without her memory.

Risty purred feeling Kurama's arms around her. All she wanted was to stay there for eternity. But her rational side, the part of her that was human, knew they couldn't stay there. They were under a tree outside the school gate, hardly a private place.

Kurama's human rationale took over at the same time Risty's did. "We should go," he whispered against her hair.

"Youko," she whispered, just to hear the name again.

"No," he corrected her, "it's Kurama now."

She reluctantly pulled away and looked at him. "Kurama." Standing, she took his hands and pulled him to his feet. "Come on."