AN: Well... I haven't actually written anything for over a year and I'm pleased to be posting again. Though I am not exactly satisfied by this fic, I hope you enjoy it. It's certainly not one of my best. Flame if you want, though please be sure that there's a point to the flames... 'cuz pointless flames are... well... pointless? Where'd I put that damned thesaurus, anyway?

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Untouchable

I laugh.

Why wouldn't I? Why wouldn't I laugh, when laughing makes me happy?

You scowl.

You scowl because I laugh. And why wouldn't you? Why wouldn't you scowl, when scowling makes you unhappy and you feed on unhappiness - though you could never admit it.

You're so untouchable, with your sexy scowl and blue paint.

Am I staring at you, Kai?

Does it make you nervous, Kai?

And silently, the dance begins.

You stand and walk, dreamlike, across the floor and step carefully into the kitchen. I force myself not to follow you - I never follow you. When you step back into the sitting room, you're carrying a steaming mug. I don't ask what's in it. I never do, because if I did it would break the silence and it seems that if I did that, everything would be ruined.

It's our unwritten rule - your rule.

You bring the mug (black and emotionless) to your untouchable lips and loudly slirp the hot liquid between your teeth.

I jump. Why did you do that? Why did you make that noise? How could you make a noise on purpose?

You smirk, and look down at the mug your holding between your slender fingers. Aristocratic fingers. So untouchable, just like the rest of you.

Now you've confused me. Did the rules change... can we change?

"Kai?"

You jolt in surprise.

Why did I speak? Why did I ruin it?

"Yes, Rei?"

Well I've gotten this far... "Can I touch you?"

I avert my eyes from yours in shame. Now you're angry with me. You must be angry with me. I look at your untouchable toes. All of you, untouchable.

After a few moments, a look up into your untouchable face. Your firey crimson eyes are wide with shock. You raise a perfectly arched eyebrow (how untouchable) and shrug.

You're not angry... but I broke your rule - or perhaps there wasn't a rule. Perhaps the rule was only in my mind.

I stand, and slowly walk toward you. When I'm in front of you, I'm suddenly nervous. If I touch you, I'll be breaking another rule. I can't do it. I can't keep breaking rules...

You pull my hand into your smooth, untouchable fingers and pull me onto the soft leather of your sofa. Beside you, my feet bump your untouchable toes and I shakily bring my hand to feel your untouchably gelled hair.

Your untouchable lips brush my forehead, and then my lips.

And we're kissing, just like that.

You pull me closer to you, and cradle me in your arms. And suddenly you don't seem so untouchable anymore. Suddenly you seem just like me.

It looks like more rules will be broken - more boundries broken - in the time to come And tonight the dance will never end.

And why should it? Why should this dance end, when touching you makes me feel so happy?

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Right then... good luck in your endeavors...

KissKiss, Sassi