She ran her hands over my back and through my hair. God, how wonderful it felt to me. I didn't have any idea what I was doing, but instinct told me to slide my hand up her shirt, and I did so. I reached up until I found her bra, which I slipped under as well. It was all done so slow and with so much caution, teasing her was the last thing I had ever thought would work. But it did. She sighed, and for some reason, so did I. She had removed my shirt and had slipped one hand down the front of my pants and the other behind my neck to get better control of our kiss.

That night, as wonderful as it was, was also a night that made me feel like a fool. I didn't know what I was doing at all, and she knew everything. Only later did I find that all women seem to be like that.

She flipped me onto my back and grinded her hips against mine. I moaned roughly, but quietly, I didn't want to wake her father. She slipped my pants off of me and began massaging my groin and lower regions. Having never felt the sensation before I arched my back and groaned, biting my lower lip. When I looked back down toward her, she had stopped and was now standing before me. I rested myself on my elbows and watched her with hungry eyes.

What she did next I will always find erotic and arousing, though no other woman has ever down it for me. She removed her clothes and straddled me a little above my hips. She rubbed herself on me and moaned slightly, as I did. Then she slipped her fingers inside of her and began playing, my eyes widened as she took hold of my hand and guided my fingers into her, removing hers. My voice and breath caught in my throat and I slowly teased her, watching her face for any reaction. I hit a small bump and her threw her head back and gasped.

I smirked and pressed harder on it. She moaned and wailed with pleasure and I realized that I could play this game too. I pulled my fingers out of her and sucked her juices off of them one by one, which obviously turned her on because she dragged her nails down my chest and situated herself over my cock and began sucking on it. Her teeth would ever so lightly brush against my skin as she did so and I couldn't help but nearly scream.

But when she climbed back up and I was just getting ready to take her, her father walked out and screamed at me. I hurriedly pulled my pants on as he called me sick, perverted, filthy, revolting, rapist, and many other different names while chasing me through their house. But then he called me a half-breed. As if his other insults hadn't reminded me of her, this one set me off. I crumbled to the floor in a pool of my own tears and just gave up. He pulled out a gun from his pants pocket, which he had picked up along the way while chasing me, I suppose and I closed my eyes.

I took a deep breath and prepared myself to die. I wondered where I would be in the next few seconds. Heaven or Hell? But then I felt arms around me. At first, I thought it might be an angel, and I hadn't even heard or felt the shot. When I opened my eyes I found that I had been right, but I was still alive. There was an angel beside me. It was Aleisa, holding me closer than ever before, though I might not have thought it possible at the time.

She was screaming back and forth with him the whole night while I sat in the room I had been assigned. It reminded me of my father and stepmother. I covered my entire body with blankets and clutched my head, trying not to go insane. I cried, yes, plenty, that night. In fact, I cried myself to sleep and when I awoke, I had arms around me. I opened my eyes and saw her. I smiled and went to kiss her, but then saw her tear stained face. I spoke her name and her eyes opened. She looked at me with heartbroken eyes and I looked at her with questioning ones.

Her father only allowed me two more days, and then I would have to leave and never come back. I was furious. I sprung from the bed and smashed everything I could get a hold of before falling to the floor in tears once more. I slammed my fists into the floorboards and screamed why more than a thousand times. Her arms were around me again though. Even in all my anger and ever with how dangerous I was, she still was there.

I clung to her as well and begged her to just run away with me. I couldn't leave her. I couldn't live without knowing she was okay, without her anyway. She forced back her tears and just told me to leave. I was broken, but I understood. Two more days would only bring us closer, and the closer we were the more it would hurt.

So I left. I walked to the door with her, hugged her tightly just like when she had first hugged me, and kissed her with what I hoped to be the most loving kiss she had and will ever receive. And then I walked away. My heart bursting from my chest, pained by the loneliness again, but I continued to walk away. I wish I hadn't, for when I was a good five acres away I turned back and saw the house in flames, and youkai running from it, one holding the burnt corpse of my first love.

I ran. Like I always did, I ran. There was nothing else I could do but run. And dammit, I don't remember when or where I stopped. I don't think I truly have stopped yet. I just keep getting farther and farther away from that spot. I've never gone back.