I'm back with another amazing chapter! Gosh it seems like it's been forever since I last updated(Probably has) but I'm not going to beg for your forgiveness, I don't deserve it :(

I've had a family matter come up and its been a slow going process but I'm not going to bore you with the details. Let's just say I've been busy and kinda lost my inspiration for a bit, but hopefully I'm not too rusty.

Anyways here's another chapter and hopefully I'll somehow find time to update Hitched. Until then, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kekkaishi or any of it's characters, if I did I'd be shoving cake in Yoshi's mouth... *evil cackle*

Dinner was spent with glares being passed between the only two occupants in the house, both completely different yet the same. The black haired man narrowed his eyes as he took out his anger on his poor dinner, piercing the chicken with his chopsticks. (I have no idea about the food they have in Japan, I only know a few things. Try to look past it) Tokine looked on at this display of male frustrations and sighed, placing a california roll to her mouth. She glared at him when he turned his attention back to his food every so often. The man actually had the nerve to give her the silent treatment. What childness! It wasn't like she meant to leave him in the kekkai, because she didn't! He just had to be the hard headed idiot with the broken pride. So what? she won't give into him. She's not desperate for his company.

She growled and shoved away from the table and took her dishes to the sink, washed them, and left without another word. Yoshimori watched her go, still furious from earlier. Oh he knew she hadn't meant to, but that didn't mean he was going to let it go so easily. No, he was going to make her crack and beg for his forgiveness. Too bad Yoshimori was only in his dreamworld and we all know Tokine won't cave. But the boy could dream right?

He sighed and got up also, dragging his feet to the sink. Who was he kidding? He thought as he washed his dishes and sat them by hers. This was Tokine, she wouldn't allow herself to cave to him. He was just fooling himself. Yoshimori smiled as he looked to the living room. It was time they made up, even if there really wasn't a reason, they were just stubborn and hot headed people, both of them.

He chuckled softly as he leaned against the frame, watching as she tried to focus on the translated history channel; she was failing miserably. He could tell she was trying not to look his way by her tense posture on the couch. He smirked and quietly walked over. With the grace born from years of training he flipped over the edge and landed on top of her, startling a squeal from her. She fought at first but stopped when she realized she couldn't get away, choosing instead to look at the wall behind him. He chuckled and leaned closer, her body fidgeting slightly from his warm breath on her ear. "Tokine." He whispered.

He felt her body shiver and had to fight to keep the smirk from his face, instead only his lips twitched before taking control. He leaned closer and she shuddered as his lips touched her ear. "I'm sorry. I took things too far. I was really only teasing you." She gasped as his lips brushed her ear with every word. Tokine shuddered again as she found her traitorous hands slipping around his neck, holding him closer. Her eyes closed when he shifted to fit more comfortably against her, a bandage peaking from where his shirt sleeve dropped a bit from his movements. "Can you forgive me?" He huskily asked.

"Yes." She croaked. "Now can you please get off. You're heavy." She felt the chuckle vibrate against her. "I don't think I will. I'm comfy here." He laid his head against her chest, non pervertedly he made to point out, to hear her frantic heartbeat, eyes lazily focusing on the old man on the tv, his boring voice droning on.

Violet watched him as he stilled against her, seemingly appearing to concentrate on the tv. She took this opportunity to run her fingers through his surprisingly soft hair. He sighed. Pleased with the response, she sat up as much as his body would allow to reach more easily. His head slid into her lap and she smiled as his eyes caught hers. He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each digit with love, all the while keeping his eyes on hers.

She whimpered when he dropped her hand to cup the back of her neck, bringing her closer to him, her eyes zeroing in on his lips eagerly. Their lips touched and everything seemed to melt away, nothing mattered except the feel of the other's lips against their own, their heavy breathing, and the pull that seemed to bring their bodies closer together. His tongue swept across her lower lip causing a gasp of surprise to come from her. He eagerly took this chance and thanked every kami out there for bringing this woman into his life as her taste exploded on his tongue. Their tongues met in a soft dance, neither wanting to ruin the sweet and gentle kiss they were sharing to bother to fight for dominance, simply letting the other taste and memorize.

Soon though, they had to part for air, Tokine's chest rising and falling as she tried to control her breathing. Yoshimori wasn't much better. He sat up and pulled her onto his lap, nuzzling into her neck as he fumbled blindly for the remote, hitting the power button before throwing it carelessly who knows where. His arms wrapped around her waist before surprising the girl as he cradled her to him as he stood, carrying her bridal style to his room.

She laughed and looped her arms around his neck. "Yoshi, I have to go get clothes for tomorrow and tonight." He turned on his heel and nudged the door open before walking across the street to her house, setting her down carefully at the door. She tried to get him to wait here for her but he refused.

She rolled her eyes and opened the door, making sure to take off her shoes before continuing on. Yoshi followed her lead and she stopped him with a hand on his chest at her door with a meaningful stare. He sighed and leaned agaist the wall, sulking. She laughed at his pout before hurrying inside and closing the door. She grabbed a duffel bag and shoved some clothes into it. She got the necessities and carefully opened the door before bumping into a hard chest.

Yoshimori smirked and led the way back out, Tokine pausing to lock the door. They entered the Sumimura house in silence, pausing to leave their shoes at the door. Tokine went to the bathroom with a teasing remark, "No peaking, Yoshi." The male only huffed and made his way to his room. He tore off his shirt and flung it in his closet. Carefully he untied the bandages and unwrapped them from his person, before adding new ones once he stopped to admire their progress. They were healing quite nicely and didn't really bother him much. He wrapped new ones, happy to be able to use his bad arm again; it made things easier. He changed into a pair of sweats and fell on to his bed, arms spread out as he looked at the ceiling, the soft patter of footsteps heading his way.

Tokine paused at the door at the look of total hot maleness that graced her presence. He was lying down on the bed completely spread out, chiseled chest bare to run her eyes over. His hair teased at his eyes and she watched his forearm muscles tighten as he brushed aside the hair. She realized she wasn't breathing and took in a shuddering breath, a tug pulling at the male's lips when he heard. She cursed her stupidity to hell in that moment. How could she not have seen him like this before. She mourned the years wasted.

She watched as he moved his eyes onto her, a small smirk on his lips. "Are you going to stand there ogling me or are you coming to bed?" Her eyes narrowed into a glare at the challenge that was apparent. "I was not ogling you and there's no way I'm sleeping in the same bed as you. Who knows what would happen."

"Tokine nothings going to happen. Nothing did last night and it won't this time. Don't you trust me?"

She nodded. "If you want I'll just sleep on the floor?" He proposed. Tokine scowled. "I'm not running you out of your bed, Yoshi."

"Then we can have a pillow wall between us. I for one, am not letting you sleep on the couch."

She sighed in defeat and plopped on the bed and eyed him warily. "As long as you don't try anything." Yoshimori rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I won't, Tokine." She nodded and carefully got under the covers. He did the same and they both stared at each other for a moment. He sighed and brought her closer, a squeak coming from her as she hit his body. He wrapped his arm around her waist and squeezed in reasurance. She sighed again and slowly thawed to him and decided her pillow wasn't as comfy as his chest.

She smiled when he kissed her hair and nuzzled into his neck. "Night, Yoshi." She said happily. She felt him chckle under her. "Good night, Tokine.

"Do you think they know?" A voice asked miles upon miles away.

There was a dark chuckle. "No, Yoshimori may have contacted him but Tokine is completely in the dark. Our plan is coming along perfectly. Soon we will strike."

"Of course my lord."

"Let's test their skills. Send in Hisagi."

"Yes my lord."

*Gasp* Well I say the plot is just around the corner. I hope I can get some reviews to keep me going, hint hint. Next Hitched, somehow... :/