A/N: Sorry about the format on the last chapter ~sweatdrop~ I'm still trying get used to putting the stuff on. .ie. I'm not very good with computers! I'll try to make this one better, but no promises.

Warning: Shonen-ai content (in other words guys kissing guys) I warned you, so my conscience is clear. And don't flame me if you get offended, I told you and you still read. So HA!!

Syrin grimaced as he studied himself in the full-length mirror, he hated human cloths, they were too snug and stiff. He would have gladly killed someone in order to get into his normal cloths.
                Sighing he muttered a spell and then twisted to see his back in the mirror; the black pentagram that covered almost his entire back, and held incantations to hold back his demon side, was no longer there, covered by the spell.  Snarling, Syrin put on his black t-shirt.
                Taking a deep breath, the young half-demon smoothed his face into a soft, almost shy look. Looking into his dark brown eyes, he smiled a small half smile and walked downstairs to go to his first day of school with the Halliwell daughter.

Prue smiled as Syrin came to the bus stop, she had suggested to him that he ride her bus so he would know someone. She had found out that Syrin was fairly shy, but when you get to know him you see that he's just quite, his voice never raising above a loud whisper.
                The hot Californian weather only allowed for shorts and a short sleeved t-shirt; Prue wore shorts that any sorter and she would get trouble, and a red short sleeved shirt. She looked Syrin up and down, he wore dark jeans and a plane black shirt, "Aren't you hot?" she asked.

The boy shrugged, "Not really."

Prue gave a shrug of her own then said as she looked down the street, "Here's the bus."

School was long, boring and uneventful.
 Nothing new.

                  As Prue and Syrin walked home from the bus stop, Prue looked at Syrin, "Are you feeling all right? You look really pale."
                  Syrin's normally pale skin was totally bleached of color; he nodded, "Yes I'm fine."
                  Prue's hands itched, she wanted to heal him. She had known about her powers and her family since she was 6 years old: That summer a demon had attacked her family and she had healed a bird with a broken wing. That had forced her parents to tell her of her family history. But strangely, she had a feeling that she couldn't heal Syrin, no matter how much she wanted to.
                  Her father's words echoed though her mind, "Demons can't be healed by us."
                  Prue pushed those thoughts away, if Syrin was a demon, then she would have felt it.
                  When they got to her house Syrin smiled and softly touched her cheek, "May I?" He asked.
                  Prue blinked, "Um..sure."
                  He smiled and gently kissed her on the cheek, "Have a good day." He turned and walked to his house.
                  Prue nodded, knowing that she was blushing a full red.
                  Prue walked into her house and was practically jumped on by her Aunt Paige, "You know what you should have done?" Said the red head draping a friendly arm around Prue's shoulders, "You should have moved your head just a little." Paige demonstrated by moving her head slightly to the side. She winked at her blushing niece, "See what I mean?"
                  Prue glared at her Aunt, "I'll keep that in mind." Was her very dry reply.
                  Paige hugged her around the shoulders, "See that you do." She sighed wistfully, "He's cute, if he was older I'd go for him."
                  Pure elbowed her Aunt, "Cradle robber!"
                  Paige laughed, "I said if he was older!"
                  Prue rolled her eyes, "Yeah sure."

                  Syrin walked into his house, wiped his mouth with the back his hand and spat.
                 The Seer walked up to him, "You did it?
                  Syrin finished muttering the spell that took off the invisibility spell that covered his tattoo. He glared at the Seer though slanted black eyes, "What gave that away?"
                  The Seer chuckled, "Nothing."
                   Syrin studied his mother for awhile, then laughed, a long harsh laugh, "Yes," he said, his voice sounding like silk covered steel, "nothing." He stopped his black eyes looking into the main room, "He's here?"
                  The Seer nodded, "Yes he is."
                  Brushing past his mother, Syrin absently, caressed her dark cheek.  Walking into the main room, Syrin kneeled in front of the dark figure of a man who stood in the middle of the room, "Father." He whispered his voice soft.
                  The man smiled down at the kneeling youth, he touched the black silk hair, cupping the boy's chin, he lifted his head so that the boy's black eyes looked into his bright lime green ones, "You've done well so far. Dose she suspect anything?"
                  Syrin looked into Charis's –the Source's - bright green eyes, his own reflecting love and fear, "No, nothing."
                  Charis smiled,  "Good," a gentle pressure on the boy's chin had him rising to his feet, "Now I have a gift for you." He cupped Syrin's face and pulled the boy closer to him.
                  Syrin tried to control his breathing; he hated himself for trembling – he had nothing to fear from his adopted father, who had always treated him kindly – but he couldn't control it.  
                  Satisfaction and a gentle, cruel light filled the Source's lime green eyes, he approved of, and enjoyed, his son's fear.
                  Gently, like a lover, he pressed his lips to Syrin's, caressing and holding the boy close as he transferred the already prepared spell into the trembling form.
                  Syrin gasped and clinched the back of Charis's shirt as the spell was placed inside him. Soon his body adjusted and accepted the new magic. He slid his hands over the older mans body; finally resting with one hand on the man's lower back, the other tangling in his close cropped, dark brown hair.
                  Syrin felt the transfer spell end, the shift in Charis's body as the kiss deepened. Pulling away Charis ran a long, black tinted nail down Syrin's face, "The spell will take the girl's power. But it's transferred," he brushed a finger against Syrin's soft lips, enjoying the feel of Syrin's slightly panty breathing against his finger, "though a kiss."      
                  Syrin's eyes narrowed, anger feeling them, "I have to kiss her?" He didn't bother to hide the disgust in his voice – he didn't like kissing her on the cheek, much less the mouth.
                  The Source smiled, "Yes, the spell will take awhile to take affect, but once it dose there is no reversing it."
                  Syrin lowered hid eyes to his hand; that rested on Charis's chest, "You mean I have to have a relationship with her?" His voice was soft and lased with reluctance.
                  Charis chuckled, the sound cruel, "Yes, I am afraid so. The local fair will open in three days, you must start then."
                   Syrin closed his hand in a fist, crumpling some on the Source's shirt, "I don't like it," he sighed and smoothed out the rumpled material, "but I will do it, because it is what u have ordered me to do."
                  Charis smiled and kissed Syrin on the cheek before stepping back and looking at the Seer for the first time, "You've done well." The Seer nodded her head in reply and thanks.
                   After funning his fingers along Syrin's delicate jaw line, he Shimmered out n a burst of green flame.
                   Syrin sighed and studied the spot on the floor were his father had stood, he turned to his mother, and smiled at the jealously that she could barley disguise.
                   She hated him for the relationship that he and his father shared. Chairs had never loved her, only used her, and she had no choice but to follow.
                    He smiled at her as he walked to stand in front of her; he bent his head to kiss her. A finger at his lips stopped him, he looked into the Seer's dark green eyes, she smiled at him, "The only person who you kiss now, is her."
                    Syrin's tongue flicked out to taste the finger at his lips, "Yes mother." He turned, picked up his book bag and went to his room.