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Thanks to my reviewers and sorry for such a long wait. Hate school, really do.
Kohaku stands infront of the mirror gazing at himself in wondermeant. I don't get it, what does he see in me? His dark eyes angrily accuse him for being happy while his village lays dead. "Do I deserve this?" His from remains even as he changes into his street clothes. He steps out of the changing room in a dreary mood and watches Souta sit in a nearby chair bored out of his mind. He guesses that that Kagome has tried on a least ten dresses while they tried on only one or two suits. The dresses were either too skimpy or made her look fat. "Well, don't you look nice today? What are you here for?" He turns around and stares up at non other than Hojo (a/n screams in absolute terror and hides behind couch) as he says weakly "Nothing." Hojo sighs and with a quick toss of his hair says "We never got a chance to say goodbye. You behaved very rudely. It's not very nice to ignore people." Kohaku shivers with disquist and says "Let go of me," when Hojo pulled him into an unwanted hug. Kohaku is struggling to bring his knee up when Sout lays a hand on his shoulder and says calmly "Hojo, leave my lover alone. He is mine and I plan on keeping him that way." The relief washes through him when the strange teen releases him. "Thank you," Kohaku mummers looking at the ground in embarresment as he turns to face Souta, but the boy laughs before saying "I still owed you for that phone call. What's wrong, he usually doesn't upset you this much?" Kohaku smiles eventhough it is false and says "Just thinking about us and the celebration." People pass smiling at them and Souta proudly slips his hand into Kohaku's.
Souta sinks into the chair with Kohaku sitting crosslegged in front of him and finanly he asks "What's your suit look like?" The teasing smile that crosses the boy's face is breathtaking and Kohaku shakes his head as he leans forward to kiss his beloved. Kagome emerges with a white dress in one hand that looked like a summer, strappy dress for a date, and a blue gown with a white shall and white elbow lenght gloves. "The blue one," Kohaku says sitting back and Souta nods in agreement before kissing Kohaku and pressing his tounge into the boy's mouth. "We still have a lot of shopping to do, luckily this store has everything, so get comfortable there," Kagome says cheerfully as a dazed look enters her eyes. "Oh, we'll get comfy," Souta says helping himself to a seat on his lover's lap and nuzzling his lips against his neck. Kohaku's low moans drive him to sucking on the boy's neck and then raises his lips back to Kohaku's tempting lips. Kohaku's response causes him to grip the boy's shirt and push his tounge into the boy's warm, wet cave.
Hojo watches the two youths with anger and jealousy flaring in his eyes. He tries to force a smile as some people from school pass him. I don't care about that boy, he's just anouther person I can claim on my list. You're lieing, he means something to you. No, he doesn't! Yes,his sad eyes haunt your dreams, his infrequent smiles cause you heart to flutter. Stop it! Admit it, you want him for more than just an item to play with.No, I'm in controll here. Of course you are, you are way over here and he is over there with that boy. Stop it! You need him. I don't need anyone.
Kagome watches her brother with his lover with a critical eye. It's true enough that they compliment eachother, yet there are problems beneath the surface. The fact that Kohaku seems to be sinking deeper into his depression only heightens her fears. Also, Souta's own struggle between trying to save his beloved and his fear that he already lost him is driving him to become moody. Then there's Hojo and his obsession with Kohaku. She sees Kohaku's bravery in his eyes yet the sorrow is still there along with his own fears. She fears losing her brother because of Kohaku killing himself. She cares for Sango's brother, wants him as part of the family, but ,she also, knows there is a risk.
Kohaku smiles as laughter erupts from his beloved and watches the boy pick up a dollar from the street. They decided to walk home despite the bags Kagome was carrying. Souta's grip tightens on his hand as he shivers in fear and he murmers "No, dad, don't leave me." Souta pulls him closser trying to protect him yet he feels the old fears resurficing. His old monotone voice, Naraku's orders, the weapon he used to kill his village all return with a vegance to terrorize him. You are to be wed to the boy you love, calm yourself. Souta loves you.He needs you just like you need him. Your family forgives you.
Kohaku lays awake holding Souta's sleeping form close to him. He prays taht the youth wont wake up and notice how scared he actually is. He fears the nightmares so he shys away from sleep but the guilt is still there. He shifts so that he can curl up against Souta and trys to fall asleep with sweet dreams in his head. He opens his eyes wide and absorbs the errie shadows that dance across the walls, the creeks the house makes and the howling wind sounds like whispered secrets between the dead. Quiet summens for him to join the dead. Chills dance up and down his spine. He swallows hard trying to wetten his dry mouth. He moves once aganin so he can bury his face into Souta's neck and cling to him. Souta stirls beneath him and fearfully he holds his breath until the boy raises his face to his. Souta's kiss chases away all the demons and he easily slips into the boy's arms as Souta mummbles "Love you, baby." He tightly hugs Souta and whispers "Love you, need you." He needs me, I'm sorry father, but I must stay with him. Souta gets up and searches for his old nightlight knowing fully well that his lover hasn't been sleeping well. Kohaku shivers with delight as Souta kisses his neck and pulls him into an embrace."Come back to bed, honey. I'll make you feel better," Souta says seductivly and darts his tongue across the boy's collar bone.
Souta smiles as Kohaku lays down on the bed like a beautiful offering for a god. He knows what the boy needs to get over his fears and he trails kisses down the boy's chest to his pant's waist band. Kohaku's breathing quickens as Souta's hands dip into his pants and begins stroking his lover's lenght lovingly. Souta tugs Kohaku's pants down to his knees and flicks his tongue over the head then claims the organ with his mouth. He swallows his lover's ecessense and moves to lay beside his quivering boy. "It'll be me and you, forever," he says wrapping his arms around the shivering boy and eagerly he pulls the covers over them as Kohaku replaces his pants.The clean, warm blanket starts warming them as he snuggles against his lover. "Sleep now, honey," he says and with him carressing Kohaku's hair he lulls the boy to sleep. Soon he is also asleep dreaming of his lover.