-Blows dust off fic- Holy hell, how long has it been?? I know I'm horrible for not updating for months, but I'm back now. Yes, the cat came back again! Anywho, where did we leave off? First off thank you Yimi and A.V.Drama Nerd for the reviews, hopefully some of you are still with me. enjoy!

Catarina sat in her room, it had been a week since the dinner disaster, and Youko had gone out on a heist the next day. He was due back tonight, she had already received his gift, a red gown, for dinner tonight. The last thing she wanted was to try and eat dinner with him again.

"Catarina if you don't let me in now," Azura threatened from the other side of the door. Catarina had barricaded the door, and was laying on the bed tears pouring down her face. "I'm going to hog tie you and throw you into a river and drown you!!"

Rolling over, Catarina ignored Azura, she was doing the exact thing she did every Spring Equinox. Morning her mother, for she had died this day twenty eight years ago. The pain was still fresh in her mind.

"Please Catarina," Azura pleaded while jiggling the door knob. Then the front door slammed and a very pissed Youko was walking down the hall. "M'Lord!"

"Enough," Youko fumed, his normal white outfit covered in the dark stain of blood. "Get all those useless people out of my home!"

"Yes M'Lord," she replied bowing, as Youko ripped a painting off the wall. The last time Youko cleared out all his maids and set them free, his brother had been killed. Azura had been with him before then and was the only one he had kept by his side. Running down the hall she left him to rip Catarina's door off it's hinges.

"Get out," he fumed, as he pushed his way past her barricade of bedroom furniture. "You are free to go."

"Not your normal pain in the ass, huh," she replied as she sat up, wiping her tears away. Her voice seemed void of emotion. "If you are looking for a fight you won't get one today."

"What is your problem," he growled as he flipped a dresser over.

"If you must know," she sighed, and she curled into a ball on the bed. "Today is the anniversary of my mother's death."

"If you are looking for pity…" he began before she sat straight up on the bed and glared at him.

"I look for no pity," she growled. "Can't you leave someone to their heart ache for one fucking day! I saw my own mother in a illness induced delirium plunge a dagger into her own heart. Taking her own life and calling out my father's name! She was asking him why he abandoned us! I need no pity or sympathy, I just need to morn in my own way like I have been!"

"Kuronue is dead," he whispered, as he leaned against the wall. "He made me leave and I did. Now he is dead."

"Are you looking for pity or sympathy?" she asked, as she looked down at the floor. "Or revenge?"

"I want revenge," he growled.

"And when you get it what will happen," she asked, as she stood. Starting to walk towards the door, she stopped and turned to him. "I got my revenge, and it left me empty. I filled twenty eight years of my life with nothing but plans for revenge and now I have nothing."

"Are you going to return to the village," he asked, and she shook her head. "Then where will you go?"

"I'm tired of living this lie of a life," she replied, and he stared at her.

"Why is it a lie?" he asked her kicking off the wall and standing toe to toe with her.

"I pretend to live when I really died with my mother," she whispered harshly. "I filled myself with revenge and pretend it was a life. Now I have nothing. Back to square one. Back to nothingness."

"Come with me," he offered. "I'll find my revenge and you find your life."

"Why should I?" she snorted, and she turned from him to leave once more. "You told me to get out."

"I marked you," he replied, grabbing her wrist with his mark on it. Turning her back to face him, he lifted her wrist to eye level. The bite mark was in the shape of a rose now. "The only two females I ever marked was you and Azura, and I don't part with those I mark. So you will come with me."

"Bastard," she hissed, then she felt hi lips cover hers once more. Going to push him off of her, she stopped when his tongue slipped past her lips. Did she not dream of what kissing him again would be like? Except this wasn't for real. They where both emotionally stressed and letting their problems come out in a different way.

Snapping back into reality she pushed him off of her. Pale blue eyes stared into his mesmerizing golden eyes. Confusion passed through those golden pools, as she stared down at the floor, a blush spreading to her cheeks.

"Something wrong?" he asked, as he pressed his lips against the mark.

"I mean nothing to you," she growled, as she yanked her wrist from him. "Am I not just a possession to you? By your mark I am bound to you, but that does not give you liberties to my body. So who is this person you are going to knock off?"

"You change the subject far too much," he laughed, as he pressed her against the wall. "Being my possession means I own you, your body, and your soul."

"I hate you," she hissed, as she went to knee him in the groin, but was blocked but his leg.

"You do that far to much," he told her as he grabbed her wrist once more and dragged her from the room. Azura was waiting for him out in the hall. "Everyone out?"

"Yes M'Lord," she curtsied, trying to hide the shock of seeing Catarina still here.

"Take her outside and wait," Youko ordered, as he shoved Catarina at Azura. Azura lead Catarina out, as Youko walked down the hall, ripping everything off the walls. The walk outside was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts. Once outside, Catarina demanded some answers from Azura.

"Just what in the hell is going on?" she asked Azura. Both set of eyes where still set on the mansion.

"This is his way of morning," Azura replied, unable to tear her eyes away from the mansion, knowing it was going to be burned down any moment. "Question is why has he kept you?"

"Hell if I know," Catarina muttered, sitting down against a tree. Moments passed which felt like hours, and then the mansion erupted in flames. "Holy shit!"

"It's alright," Azura replied, not letting her going in after him. "He will come for us and then we shall move on."

"Is it really that simple to have one huge outburst and then just move on," she said mostly to herself, Azura's green eyes flickered to her once before returning to the lone figure walking towards them. "He is an enigma."

"He is Youko Kurama," Azura told her, as he walked past them, and she followed him. Catarina stood there, staring at their retreating backs. What did she have to lose if she followed? After all had she not lost it all this day exactly twenty eight years ago. It was high time she found something else. Who knew what that could be?

Well till next chapter, which should be up within the next week.