Yoake: WAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!! bounce, bounce I finally finished half of chap seven!!!!!!

Kurama: snort Yeah, and it only took you nearly A YEAR. Imagine that?

Yoake: pout I was busy okay?! And it's not like YOU did any musing.

Kurama: indignant I did too! I gave you LOTS of ideas for lemon scenes! But did you listen? No~!

Yoake: Whatever. Anyway minna, I only managed to finish half of chapter seven as of now.  I'll be adding the next part right after my summer classes. It'll probably end in a few weeks. My summer classes that is. Not the fic. sweatdrop  So, anyway, YuYu Hakusho STILL isn't mine and the song doesn't belong to me either. So blame the songwriter for writing so many stanzas.  And oh yeah! I wanna thank everyone who wrote me reviews so here goes:

Thanks to: First and foremost, P-chan! huggles (Hey, when is 'When It's Over' gonna be over?), Youko Kitsune, Gami-chan, Danyella Skyler Silverfire, Ally Kat, Jay Kamiya, chescaOtaku, yuki-kitsune no tsuki, Shayneko, Burutenshi, the anonymous person with the kecheeky@yahoo.com addy ^__^, the person called, 'me' ^__^, Green Eyes, raven (How are ya? ^__^ Haven't talked in a while!), the 'you-don't-need-to-know' person (No, I'm not trying to drive anyone insane. sweatdrop), Angel, youko sakura, Yumehime Yana Hossuru, Mikasumi, Lordbob, Cookie (Miss ya! huggles), terry (I'm trying not to let Hiei hurt him anymore. ^__~), Sheiakurei (Imouto-chan! huggles Be good and ingat ka palagi! ^__~), Kanon*Altrui (I'll keep it going, I promise.), Shadow Queen (I want me to finish too! = P ), V-Amy and Dreamer (Don't worry, I understand perfectly. Maraming salamat! ^__^ Can I see some of your work? Onegai?)

I also wanna say hi to Shinkou-chan (Thanks for all the GAH's, WAH's and GEEAH's. ^__^ huggles), Fallen Angel (Oneechan! huggles Don't forget the piccie you promised!), Joanna (Thanks so much for all the help! huggles  A lot of other people told me to stick with the first draft though. sweatdrop), Lady Violet (Write more GW!), Nykee (Wonder when we'll ever finish any of our rp's? = P), Alec-neechan (HELLO! waves Musta na? Salamat nga pala sa iyong pag-entertain sa aking mga kakulitan. ^__^) and Rei-neechan (Ate! waves Ano nga palang title nung bago mong fic? Thanks din for sitting thru my barrage of complaints and questions! ^__^).

Kurama: You done?

Yoake: Yeppers.

Kurama: Finally.

Yoake: ignores him And one more thing minna. Please make me happy and write me reviews! O-ne-gai? ^__^

Kurama: Yeah, maybe it won't take her another year to write the next part this time.

SOMETIMES WHEN WE TOUCH At times I'd like to break through

And hold you endlessly

Hiei

            What the hell am I doing?!

            What the—

Damn.

            This feels good.

            I felt my arms instinctively close around the warm, delicate creature within my embrace.  The breathtaking illusion that has haunted my consciousness for so long.  The unbidden entity that has constantly invaded my dreams…my nightmares…my fantasies.  The ephemeral vision that has incessantly escaped my eager grasp.  A creature that I have unconsciously sought after…One that I have hungered for…The one that I finally have in my arms…Kurama.

            Impulsively, I ran my hand up against his spine…feeling the smooth, sensuous contours of his vertebrae…to the back of his neck.  Applying pressure on his nape, I deepened my kiss, drowning myself in the intoxicating delights offered by his sultry lips.  I felt my hand knot in his soft tresses as my other arm tightened around his slender waist, pulling him closer against myself.  His warm, lithe body was pressed firmly against mine and I was certain that he could almost feel my heart pounding furiously in my chest.

            An unfamiliar sensation overcame my being.  I felt my body heat up in a manner I've never experienced before.  It wasn't the fiery exhilaration of battle…nor was it the burning rage of hatred.  Two sensations I was quite familiar with.  No…this intensity was different.  Different in a strange, yet surprisingly powerful manner.  Powerful to the point that it threatens me with its ability to overwhelm my senses with its enthralling spell…yet compelling enough to lure me deeper into its enchantment and intensify my desire to drink of its irresistible pleasures.

            Desire?

            Is this what you call this frenzy?

            Is this intense craving within my senses called…desire?

            I have never wanted a lot of things in my life.  And I have never truly craved for anything—or anyone for that matter.  I have lived my entire existence with the stubborn resolve and aloofness that I have no need for anything but survival.  That I exist for no one but myself.  That I don't give a damn about the world…just as the world doesn't give a damn about me.

            But at this very moment, everything I have ever been certain of, every clear, distinct detail has suddenly become vague and ambiguous.  My normally sharp, placid reasoning is now a swirling, amorphous mass of hazy thoughts, emotions and stimuli.  Yet out of the churning myriad of anxieties, doubts, queries and conflicting entities, a single sensation materializes.  In the midst of this chaos, a single thought echoes through my being.  I want more…I crave for more…

            Kurama…

            I need you…

            As if reading my thoughts, the beautiful creature within my grasp stirs in my embrace.  The kitsune had lain motionless in my arms from the moment I claimed him.  Whether it was shock or apprehension that had kept him frozen, I do not know. And at this instance, neither do I care.  For at the time being, my mind doesn't seem to have the ability to perceive anything.  It is as if a scorching hand has taken a firm grip over my sanity and has torn out every single trace of reason in my consciousness, leaving a creature driven only by its instincts, fueled by a gradually aching frenzy within the depths of its being.  A frenzy that only seems to grow stronger by the moment.

            I felt my muscles grow taut as the fox responded to my kiss.  My body stiffened momentarily as his touch grazed my chest, yet all the tension was lost once again under his soothing caress.  I could feel his soft, gentle hands running against my torso leaving fiery trails upon my bare skin as they wandered.  His lips moved eagerly against my own as his palms finally came to rest upon my cheeks, stroking his thumbs against them and bringing my face ever closer to his.  Slowly, subtly, the kitsune began to take control just as I felt myself begin to lose it.

            I cannot deny that everything the fox was doing felt good.  Really good.  As a matter of fact, it felt amazing.  But in spite of the wonderful, incredible sensations the kitsune was evoking within my senses, another irksome perception nags at my consciousness.  I felt a slight twinge of apprehension stir within my sanity and the frenzy I had perceived earlier once again imposed itself.  I could feel it burn inside me…feel it rage like a fiery tornado…feel it blaze like an unearthly flame…feel it overwhelm me…smother me.  And within the furnace, a ghastly coldness grips my senses. 

            It was too much…

            It had to stop…

            It had to—

"Stop."

            I blurted out as I withdrew, panting. 

I held the startled kitsune at arm's length in front of me as I focused onto confused, hazy—yet stunningly gorgeous emerald eyes.  The fox's cheeks were flushed, adding a dash of color to his pale features.  His full lips appeared swollen and moist from our previous revelry, like sun-kissed petals dampened by the morning dew.  The raven lashes framing his jade-colored orbs fluttered in a show of elegant disorientation.  And fine crimson brows furrowed delicately from beneath scarlet tresses flowing around a porcelain mask.

            Gods, why does he have to be so damn beautiful?

            Like a warm breath, the gentle brush of soft fingertips roused me from my enchantment.  I found myself caught in a delightful battle with my senses as I struggled to escape from my haunting trance.  Blinking my eyes, I managed to regain my focus and realize that the fox was asking me a question.

            It took me a moment to register his soft alto blending in with the muffled sounds of our mutually rapid breathing and piercing the stillness surrounding us.  Half against my will, I allowed his hushed, breathy whisper to take me back to a night I had long been trying to forget.  A night I had long been trying to convince myself was a dream. A mere fabrication of my exhaustion and emotional turmoil.  Only it wasn't.  For my memory refuses to forget the low, velvety tones that spoke of such wonderful sentiments I've never experienced before.  It refuses to forget the timid declaration of a promise I have only dreamed of.  And it refuses to forget the hesitant, almost inaudible murmur of a query that would indefinitely remain engraved in my consciousness…

            Do you love me too, Hiei?   

            Kurama…If only I knew.

            And now, the kitsune was once again demanding an answer.  The same soft, breathy tone was once again asking me a query.  Only this time, it was different.  For the fox was asking me…

            "Hiei…"

"Doushite?"

            A single word, filled with so much significance and at the same time, promising a great surge of consequences.  A single word denoting a silent yet urgent plea to know the reasons behind so many events, so many actions, so many emotions.   A demand for an explanation.  An explanation for the rejection…for the departure…for the pain.  Asking me why I hurt him…Why I ran away…Why I refuse to let him in…

Why I refuse to love him…

Why?

I find myself throwing the question back at me.  I find myself asking the same things he was demanding.  Searching within my being for the reasons behind my actions, behind my coldness…my indifference…my cruelty.  And realizing with an unexpected tinge of surprise and dismay that I didn't know the answer.  Or that there even was one.

I furrowed my brows.  But that couldn't be.  I couldn't possibly have put the kitsune through everything for the mere sake of it.  I couldn't possibly have rejected him, left him and hurt him just because I took pleasure in it.  For I didn't.  I may seem cold and uncaring to all the three worlds and the beings that live upon them, but one thing was for certain.  Kurama was right.  I would always be his friend.  And he would always be mine.  And it is for that single truth that I could never—I would never truly want to hurt him.

So why then, did I do it?  What could have possibly made me hurt the only being who has ever cared for me unconditionally? 

Why?

Damn it, why?!   

To be continued…

Kurama: You're doing it on purpose aren't you?!

Yoake: Doing what?

Kurama: Leaving us hanging!

Yoake: I do NOT! It just turns out that way! And besides, it's not as bad as the part I left it at last time. crosses arms

Kurama: I hate you.

Yoake: smirks The feeling's mutual.