Chapter Two

Disclaimer: But I want Inuyasha! Ah well, he doesn't appear much in this fic anyway, at least not till later chappies… but I'll say it. I don't own him. There.

But can have Kenshin instead?
Ah, I can already hear the answer. No, you may not have Kenshin, that you can't.

Kimihiro tensed up, easing towards the bank to grab a towel, trying not to make a sound as she reached for it.

Then she made a splash. 'Baka, baka, baka!' she thought, as he turned to her. Their eyes met, she sweatdropped.

So he was cute. 'Okay, fine. He's absolutely hot,' she thought, her face reddening. 'But he could help by looking away…'

But he didn't. Instead, he was wading towards her.

"The nerve," she whispered, now almost growling, but she found that she couldn't move. It was as though her legs had turned to butter. He came only about a foot away from her, she slid into the water more. Then he smiled weakly, reaching for her arms.
"Wow…" he was mumbling. "An angel… I never thought they existed… I am sorry to interrupt you, angel, but please, may I touch your wings…?"
He reached again, almost touching a very unpleasant place.

'He's drunk,' she thought. 'But why at such a young age?'

Now he came only about 6 inches from her, and was moving his hands down her arms. She pulled away, scared, then, reaching for the Contour, gave him a jolt with it that sent him out of the water and into a tree. He made a strange noise, then landed at the base, unconscious. Kimihiro turned to Seraphim, fuming.

"Why didn't you do anything?"

The Beast had a strange look in her eyes, and shrugged her shoulders, which looked funny on her dog-like figure. "Cause he wasn't lying."
"Now you've lost it. I do not have wings."

"No, dunce. He's been given hallucinogens. I can smell it all over him. And I don't think that he took them on purpose, I smelled apple juice too."
Kimihiro grabbed her towel, red in the face and staring out at the person who was now unconscious. Mouthing a 'sorry,' she reached out and poked him.

"Hello? Wake up. Gosh, I hope I didn't kill him…"

But then she felt something rubbing on her thighs. She looked down, finding that that 'something' was his hand.

"Ugh!" Jumping back, she blasted him in the face again, this time truly knocking him out. She fumed now.
"I change my mind. Kill him, Serafin." The Beast merely grunted, doubling in size.

"Nah. I think we should be nice for once, and find out where he came from. Maybe he can snap out of it there. I'm sure he just thought that your legs are wings, too."
Kimihiro glared at her, then growled, "Serafin. Cover me, for real this time. I can't stand in front of this druggy pervert in just a towel." The Beast seemed to shrug rather mockingly, then abruptly doubled again, standing in front of her and curling her now huge tail over to hide Kimihiro's body from any prying eyes. She dressed quickly, grabbing the Contour again and half heartedly dragging the boy and putting him on Serafin's tail.

"Hmph. But he pays us back. Deal?"
"Whatever. I wouldn't mind a servant that much at all, and you know that, Kimihiro. I need someone to fish for me, since you won't do it."

Kimihiro rolled her eyes, pushing the boy's limp body up to the back.

"He's heavy. What have they been feeding him?" Serafin had already started complaining, and she hadn't even gotten him on her back yet.
"It's all muscle."
The Beast almost stared at her. "And how would you know that, dear?"
She glared back. "Because I am the one pushing him, remember?" So she was attracted. What did that mean? She knew that if she was Mayumi she'd be shrieking with excitement and getting all over him. She stuck out her tongue in disgust, giving him a final shove and swinging herself onto Serafin, who launched into the sky.

Kimihiro turned around, flipping the boy over with some difficulty and caution, then grabbed his jacket. It was just a kimono, a pretty ugly one, really, the color of sand with long dark blue stripes down at the sleeve rim and at the bottom. Thank goodness there was a shirt underneath, she thought, quickly removing the kimono without stirring him. Lifting it up into the light, she squinted; there was a small blue shape adorned in one side. Pulling some of the fabric away, she squealed slightly and addressed Serafin.

The dark blue dragon that was curled up on his kimono glittered in the sunlight.

"Serafin. Go to the Kawaichi tribe village." The Beast nearly choked with laughter.

"So I am interpreting that from that comment that you already want to bring home a 'Kawaichi hottie' back to your mother?" Kimihiro scowled.

"The symbol is etched onto his jacket, stupid."
Serafin would have turned around and bitten her if she wasn't in midair. "Don't you call me that. Or I'll stop right now and leave you and the boy in the middle of the forest."

"Gomen, Serafin." Now she was peeling the sleeve on his left shoulder up, in curiousity. Could he be…? She shook her head; it was too improbable. But yet again, there was still a chance if he was from the tribe…
No, nothing there. Now the right shoulder's sleeve was going up. She shrieked.

The Kawaichi symbol, the same as on the kimono jacket, was on his shoulder, almost like a tattoo, a dark blue compliment to his skin.

One of his eyes shot open, and he pulled back. "Aack! Who… What?" Then he realized he was in midair, riding on some awkward looking creature with blue skin and silver hair.

"What were you trying to do to me?" He growled, looking down at her with fierce green eyes. Kimihiro hmphed. His tough guy approach didn't work on her, it never had. He pulled his sleeves down, then snatched his jacket back.

"Why, that's a lot of gratitude to give a person after they very graciously decide to be hospitable and take you back where you came from," she hissed. "Dearest Kawaichi Chosen. Or since you've been treated like a prince all your life, you expect royal treatment from us too? Ha! Well, you're not going to get it, mister… I don't care if you set me on fire and make your rocks fall down and crush my head—" She froze as his eyes softened and he put a finger to her lips. He smiled. It was charming; she screamed internally for her heart to stop beating so fiercely.

"No one's ever spoken to me like that. Who are you, exactly, angel? And how do you know who I am?" A twinkle came in his eyes as he said 'angel.' He obviously remembered something, at least a bit, of what had happened only minutes earlier.

"Kimihiro Hinoshiba. Don't call me 'angel.' And I looked at your shoulder, idiot."
He didn't even flinch as she spoke to her, but instead smiled.

"Ah. So you're a Hinoshiba. We've heard of you." His smile grew even more mischievous, but then quickly disappeared as he took both of her hands in his and said plainly, "Well, then. Would you accept this favor?"
She looked at him, confused. "Haven't I granted you enough favors for the day?" He ignored the comment.

"Would you do me the honors," he continued, a manic glint in his eyes, as though he were laughing internally, "Of…"
Then he stopped in mid sentence, took a deep breath, and whispered to himself, "Resist temptation."
She looked at him, the first word coming into her mind being, 'wacko.' Standing up carefully, she walked over to Serafin's head, "Are we almost there, Fin?"
The Beast grunted. "I thought you might have forgotten I was here. All fixed up with your little boyfriend. Listen, little child back there, if you dare ask Kimihiro the question I knew you were going to, I'll bite your head off."
Kimihiro turned to him, fuming. "What were you going to ask me." Her tone suggested that she was commanding him, not asking.
The Kawaichi Chosen gulped. He had suspected, of course, that the Beast was a Seraphim's Pet, but of course he had not counted on it. Now he had proven himself right, it had already started suspecting him enough to be sneaking into his mind.

"Yes?" Serafin flipped her tail, making him jump slightly, he felt threatened by her gesture. "Or do you want me to tell her?"
He blushed. Thoughts raced through his mind. Should he rather jump off and die of impact with the ground, or stay on and be brutally killed by these two charming, fuming ladies.

"Hm… would neither be fine, Seraphim's Pet? I have… ice cream."

Kimihiro turned to him, confused. She was the only one who knew Serafin's weakness, how would he?
"Vanilla?" The tone of the Beast's voice changed completely as she mentioned her favorite flavor.

"Yea, whatever."

"Deal, but no more perverted thoughts, got that, mister?" She opened her mouth wide, and he very carefully crawled up to the top of her ears and opened a small container, letting all of it drop inside.

"Of course, that was for Midori, but I'm sure she won't mind." Meanwhile, Kimihiro stood still, eye twitching, red in the face.

"It was a perverted thought!" she screamed, the Contour automatically charging up to give him a blow.

"Oh you hush," Serafin cooed, enjoying the ice cream. "The stuff you were saying earlier was much worse than what he thought."
He turned to Kimihiro. "Women can have perverted thoughts? Why don't you share them with me, I'd be very interested to see how the mind of a female contrasts with their mouth…"
He wasn't angry; he was amused. It was a strange look, but suited him, the way a smile tugged at the corners of his lips and how his hair flew out behind him.

"Anyway, Kawaichi Chosen, what is your name?" It was a pretty dumb question; she knew the answer right after the question came out from her mouth. Duh, Mom stuffed all those books on me, I already know his name. Poor guy… can't even get a unique name, just a simple, weird, Beyblade- stolen one… ugh…

He obviously was thinking what she had, because he answered grimly, "Kai."

"I knew that."

"Of course you would, you're a Hinoshiba. Come here, would you?"
She stared at him skeptically, then sat next to him. He came closer and closer, then started to nibble on her ear. She shrieked, about to pull away, but he had her in an iron grip, his hands sliding down…

I love torturing you guys! Not a lemon, but I'm posting this the same time as chapter one so I just wanna tell ya that if you reviewed, I don't know yet. If you didn't, screw you. (No, that is not an offer, you stupid hentais, you.)