I own nothing so that should tell you I don't as heck own no dragon knights though I wish I did

I DO own this story though... no matter how much it sucks, oh well, I hate u all/luv you all, what's the difference, so why write this story? Idk.... I was in a writey mood.

Oh and by the way.... I TOTALLY and COMPLETELY made this up... so I have no clue if it will or will never happen kind of hope it does though... im sry... this is going to be rated.... Hmm... PG-13!!! Er... PG-15!!! Er... maybe 16... oh well... u decide :-D

Anyway... on with the show... by the way... it's all fluff, and luvy dovy stuff :-D I like that kind of stuff... don't you?

Review and tell me how you thought it was

She was a yokai, he hated demons. Why would he care about her at all? Why shouldn't he just kill her now? But WHY did he just open up and relax next to her, no one could make him do that, but at the same time he was tense and unsure of why his heart pounded. He was Rath, she was Cesia. As he looked down upon her sleeping form he slowly bent down and placed his lips against her forehead. Gazing at her he stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets while walking out to the balcony he went outside and kicked himself. He couldn't let this happen... what if he hurt her... no... he had sworn he hated her... but why did he always lie about that... she did care for him... but that was all that he knew.

Ugh stupid curse... takes away so much energy... sitting up Cesia looked at the empty spot next to her where Rath usually slept. After looking around in a concerned manner, she slowly stood up and carefully grasped her hair and re-braided it into one softly flowing strand. After accomplishing this task, she smoothly walked outside through all the deep crimson carpets plush and soft beneath her feet; from the movement her silky thin dark gown coming close to show her soft curves. As she searched around she tiredly she slowly came out to the balcony seeing Rath dressed in a soft dark boxers and a blood red shirt not to tight but tight enough to show off his wide shoulders. Gazing into the milky dark sky there he stood.

The sky was beautiful tonight; suddenly I felt a warm presence next to me. Quickly turning I saw Cesia. Her... in that gorgeous night gown... how he loved it... it was why he bought it for her, as a "present" of course. Gazing into her eyes he felt himself unconsciously bending forward to meet Cesia. Quickly he snapped his head back and muttered something about going for a quick walk. Regretidly he turned his head away from the wide eyed girl. As he started to step away he felt her grasp his arm and turn him towards her, then after adjusting his hands to wrap around her slender back she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He was hiding something and she knew it. Why wouldn't he let her care for him... maybe he didn't care for her the way she cared for him. If he would let her... if he would accept her she would give him everything she ever had/could give him. She wanted to give him a taste of her... she desired to flow her hands across his chest without having him flinch against her touch. She wanted to love him... but was afraid of rejection. You're hiding something from me.. she said placing her head to rest and nuzzle at his neck. Looking up into his eyes she saw him flinch. Backing away she felt her eyes begin to burn with shame while her cheeks flushed into a deep red. I-I'm sorry... she stuttered running back into the castle.