Choice of Music: Us Against The World - Westlife


Chapter 3 - The Pain of Desires

Kia stifled the sound of her cough, trying to make sure she wouldn't alert the green Douji in the living room. She felt a gurgling sensation in her throat and droplets of blood splattered into the sink. Hazel eyes widened, staring at the crimson liquid. Immediately, she turned the water faucet on full blast, rinsing away the blood from the stainless steel.

"Hey Kia, what's up?" a blonde haired teenage girl spoke, skipping into the kitchen.

"Hi Yutaro. Not much, you?"

"Excuse me?" the girl turned to Kia, placing her hands on her hips. "Think again, sweetheart."

Kia turned to the blonde haired girl and was greatly suprised to see pink eyes rather than the normal ocean blue. The black haired girl thought silently. "Dante?" she asked, assuming she'd be somewhat wrong.

"That's more like it," the once green haired girl replied, a smirk gracing her lips.

"You dyed your hair?" Kia ran her fingers through the silky butter colored strands. "Why?"

"The green dye washed out, and I can't find any more of it. Tansen said I need to chill out how much money I spend on the internet, so I can't buy some off ebay or crap."

"I see," the younger teenager spoke, filling a teapot with water. Placing the little kettle on the heat of the stove, she waited patiently for the water to boil.

"So, what's really been bothering you?" Dante said, pulling herself close to the black haired teenager. "You're hiding something, I can sense it."

"I'm not hiding-"

"You were washing the blood down the sink, the one you coughed up in the frenzy outside and in here," the older spoke, whispering in her ear. "Don't lie to the freaky girl who sees visions."

Kia let Dante wrap her arms around the younger, leaning her head against her shoulder. "Remember when Risa suppossedly "helped" me when Ritsuka and the others died?"

"Yes?"

"I haven't been feeling very well since then," she spoke quietly, not wanting to gather attention than was already focused on the situation. "My stomach feels like there's something crawling in it, but I'm not pregnant or anything, yes I've checked."

"May I? she asked, pointing at her stomach.

"Have away."

Slowly pushing Kia's blue shirt, Dante pressed the palms of her hands and her forehead the other's stomach. She felt a warm sensation spread from her stomach to her chest, relaxing her from the inside. Amonst the warmth, she could feel an extremely cold pit, like jumping into an icy pool on the hottest day of summer. It was almost suffocating, choking her from within.

"I am interrupting something?"

Kia twisted her head to see Jealousy's pink eyes staring at her and Dante, raising an eyebrow at the two girls. She opened her mouth to say something when the icy feeling sudden overcame the warmth, draining every ounce of it from her body.


Vice sat on the couch quietly, tapping his foot in impatience. Kia's head lay against his chest as he held an icepack against her head. All he heard was a sudden scream and a loud thud before Jealousy was carrying her out of the kitchen, her body limp in his arms. Before he had a chance to demand an explanation, Dante was already on the phone and the envious Douji had placed the teenager in his lap.

Kia's body was extremely feverish, like when she had been sick with Hana about a year back. He held her in his lap as she rested, eyes closed in deep slumber. She had a large bump on the right side of her skull, she had fallen into the counter when she collapsed in the kitchen.

He gently traced his fingers against the frame of her face, seeing her eyelids twitch at the sudden touch. "-ce," he heard her whisper, freezing. Hazel eyes opened, and she looked up at him with a half-lidded gaze. She was most likely not trying to look at him like that, but he struggled in forcing his racing heart to calm down. The seductive gaze brought him back every thought, every memory, every dream of the fantasies he had. Every wish, every desire, every longing thought that he carried for her.

Rubbing her eyes, Kia emmited a moan of exhaustion. "What happened?" she spoke groggily, leaning against Vice as she forced herself to sit up. The green Douji steadied her, keeping a firm grip on her shoulders.

"You don't remember?"

"My head hurts," she groaned. Attempting to stand, the teenager tried to walk. Instead, her knees buckled underneath her, giving way underneath her unsteady weight. Vice immediately held his arms around her waist, stopping her fall.

"You fell in the kitchen," he explained. "You hit your skull really hard." The evil Douji carefully sat the teenager on the couch, setting her head on a small pillow. "It's probably best you don't move around too much at the moment."

"Instead of you playing doctor, how about you let me out of my way and give you a definite explanation?" he heard a voice snap at him. He turned to see the embodiment of Patience, Pardonner, glaring at him. Vice began to flex his fist, ready to rip his gauntlets from his sleeves. Natural evil instinct struggled to overtake him. A good Douji was so close, so within his grasp.

He felt delicate fingers entertwine with his, silently and gently pulling him back from his bloodthirsty instincts. Kia stared up at him with concerned eyes, worrying for both his safety and Pardonner's.

Instead of ripping the good Douji apart, he simply stood off to the other side of the couch, not once releasing his fingers from hers. If he did, he felt as though he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Pardonner shot a grateful glance at Kia as his deep violet gauntlets ran over the side of her head. Moving several black strands, he could see his telescopic eyes surveying the area of injury. "Nothing too serious, but it will be bruised for a while," the patient Douji explained to her. "There is no sign of concussion or shock, but there might be a slight damage to the skull. It will heal in a few days."

"Thanks, Pardonner," she replied, using her free hand to pat his gauntlet. Vice could see the appreciation in her eyes, the three small scars on her wrist. He felt a darkening pit in his chest, forcing himself to look away from the two.

A small flexation of her hand reminded him that their fingers were still entwined. Still, it hadn't been enough to cover the small pit that had birthed itself in his chest or the rising jealousy that fought his emotions. Not even the hidden desire could be satiated through the simple touch.

And yet, he never had enough nerve to once admit to her his longing affections that tore him apart inside. Years of the natural murderious instinct, gone the moment he started to let himself believe that she could love him. That dark, cruel part of him he couldn't believe, the whispers it told him through his every fear, every man he had hated, every person that had ever come into contact with her.

Maybe...

Just maybe...

They were never meant to be.

Please review and tell me what you think. I greatly apologize for any OOCness or MarySue ness.