Lust

By: Demon Hiei's Girl (Demon Usagi)

Chapter 9

Standard Disclaimers Apply

Author's note: I know you all probably thought I died after all those quick updates and then none at all. I apologize. School got the best of me. I had all this work I couldn't put off. Sadly, my grades dropped dramatically, and even looking at the keyboard made me feel guilty. I mean, none of you readers want to read anything from a delinquent who can't even accomplish the smallest of homework assignments. So, I got some good grades, built up the courage, and am BACK! I don't know if I'll update everyday, but I'll try my best. Be patient. And THANKS to ALL!

"You told who what?" I asked, my eyes big. I grabbed his arm, and pulled him back. He was now in front of me, eyes pointed down. "Yu...Yukina?" I suggested it lightly, in case I was wrong. He shrugged a little, then said, "who else?"

"And?" I asked nervously. He looked up. You'd think bad news was coming, but a small smile appeared on his face for a brief second.

"She hugged me, and claimed she suspected it." he paused for a second. "Then she said not to 'leave her again'." He emphasized 'again'.

"That's...wonderful!" I said, smiling myself.

"That doesn't sound incredibly sincere." he teased, cocking an eyebrow.

"What made you decided to finally tell her?" I asked. This I had to hear. I mean, he's hid this all this time? Why now?

"The fox and you were always nagging me about it. I figured...if you were going to leave, I might as well tell her when you're around to witness it."

"Is that all?" I whispered, hugging him. I squeezed him tightly for a second. After all, I may not get another chance. He didn't move for about a minute–he didn't even breathe. I could have stayed like that all day. Sadly, he wasn't up to it.

"Don't touch me." he stated coldly, shoving me away from him, and backing up slowly. Sure, we were in 'public', but no one was around. The streets we deserted. The stores were all closing down early for the weekend. He crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned against one of the trees planted near the sidewalk for decoration.

"Why not?"

"I don't care what you do, Detective." he turned his head and kept his eyes down as I brushed his cheek. "But I am not your play thing."

"Who said you had to be?" I asked.

"/You/ apparently." I cupped his cheek, and brought his chin up so we were face to face. I leaned in, slowly. I almost had my way, but his eyes jerked open and he hit me. He hit me. It wasn't super powerful, but it hurt like sin.

"I told you, I am not your play thing!" he said it harshly, and was blushing, as he held the hand he swatted at me with the opposite one.

He wanted to 'flit' away like he normally did in situations with similar problems, but I wouldn't let him. I grabbed his shoulders and looked at him dead in the eye.

"You aren't my 'play thing'! God!" I shouted angrily.

"The hell I'm not." I grumbled, glaring at me—obviously uncomfortable. "It's stunts like /this/ that piss me off!"

Damn, this sounded so familiar...I looked down at him. He really did look pissed. His red orbs were glaring daggers into me, and his shoulders were tensed against the tree he was backed up to.

It hit me! Suddenly, it just...hit me. This whole conversation was identical to those damn ghost voices! The ones I kept hearing every time I was 'flirting' with him, in a way. The only thing he didn't say yet was...

"You..." I said, eyes growing wide. He looked up at me curiously. "You're...fall–"

He jerked his head down before I could say 'falling'.

"No." he denied. "I am not." I didn't finish the sentence, yet he knew where I was going with this.

"You are so! You won't ever look me in the eye! And you're blushing right now!" I didn't lie, and he knew it. The glare remained, however.

"Well, you are crushing me between this damn tree," he spat, "and it is unusually close for two guys don't you think?" Now I blushed. He was right. We did look suspicious like this. But I didn't let go.

I put my forehead on his.

"If you really do care, why aren't you burning me to a crisp right now?" I whispered.

"..." I didn't expect a reply.

"Would it really be so bad? I think you're enjoying it." He snorted at that comment. I smirked and finished, "After all, you were jealous when Keiko got more attention than you, right?" He didn't deny it. I smiled slightly, and kissed his neck. He stopped resisting.

Author's note: See, I updated:D :readers throw stuff at authoress: Hey! I'm sorry! I'll try to be faster! Please! Mercy!