Alright, this chappie is from Kuroune's life, and he's a teenager, so don't mind me if it gets a little lemony. I don't know yet hehe. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ All he could think about was Tajia. The way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her pink lips perked when she talked. 'No!' He thought to himself, making his nails dig into his palm, giving him something else to think about. But alas, it didn't work. He practically melted when she walked by him again, leading a now clean Tae by the hand. He was sitting on a lawn chair on the porch, twirling a rose around in his fingers. When he was little, he couldn't control roses as he does now. He controlled daisies. A soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Kuroune?" He looked up to see Tajia standing in front of him, her soft hands clasped in front of her.

As she stood there, he couldn't help but look at her. Her lithe frame was decorated with a light fuchsia kimono, her silver hair resting lightly on her thin shoulders. As his eyes strayed up to her face, they lingered lightly on the small star on her forehead, then slid down to the fuchsia stripe on her cheeks, and then up to her golden eyes. Finally his mind registered that she was talking to him, and he stood. "Yes?" Tajia giggled. "Are you alright?" "How do you mean?" "Well, you were staring off into space." She laughed, her gold eyes sparkling. "Well....um...." He stuttered, searching for words. "I was thinking of new ways to use my rose-whip." He said simply. 'Aw man! That was stupid!' Tajia nodded sarcastically. "Sure Kuroune." She smiled, and walked over to another chair, sitting in it, carefully crossing her legs. 'Good Lord....she's so beautiful...' He thought, unable to take his eyes off of her. A voice echoed in his mind. 'Now now Kuroune.' Kuroune jumped and looked behind him, to see his father, Kurama leaning against the doorframe. Tajia jumped up, (A.N/ She sort of has a thing for Kurama. GOMEN TAI!) "Lord Kurama-sama!" She said, bowing to him. Kurama smiled. "Hello Miss Tajia." He said, throwing a glance at Kuroune as he did so. Tajia blushed and sat back down in her seat, embarrassed that she jumped up. "Kuroune, could I talk to you?" Kurama asked calmly, walking over to him. "Sure." Kurama gently led his son away from Tajia's earshot. "I know you are attracted to her Kuroune, but you must be careful! You know Taishya is telepathic, and you never know if that gene is in Tajia's DNA." He said softly. Kuroune hung his head. "Now Kuroune, it's nothing to be upset about, you didn't know. I'm just asking for you to be careful." He said, tilting his head up. "Yes father." Kurama smiled, and nodded, walking back inside. Kuroune walked back over to his chair, seeing Tajia blush at his presence. "Are you alright?" "Hm?! Oh, yes, thank you." She said, smiling at him. Kuroune raised an eyebrow to her. 'She does not usually act this way...' He thought. "Um....Kuroune, could I ask you something?" Tajia asked quietly, looking at her lap, her hands twisting the fabric of her kimono. "Of course Tajia-san." He said, looking at her. "I was wondering...um....would you like to take a walk and eh.....eat dinner sometime? With me?" She asked timidly, her pale face blushing. Kuroune's eyes widened. 'Did she just ask me on a date!?!' He thought fervently. "I...uh...well..." "I would understand if you said no, I mean, I'm not much to look at." She said swiftly, standing up, her hands twisted in front of her. When he didn't respond, she started to walk off. "Wait!" He cried, reaching out and taking one of her slender hands in his own. "You are much to look like. You are beautiful. And as far as that dinner is concerned..." He paused, and smiled as Tajia's golden orbs met his green ones. "I would love to. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Phew. Ok, this one is kinda short, but I was swamped with IMS! lol, well, R&R please! Tai- Thank you so much for encouraging me.