discliamer: Still don't own em.

Chapter Two

Slowly setting her down in front of her door after the situation they were in. Seeing the hurt in her caramel orbs brought pain to him as well. Reaching out to stroke her cheek with his hand but she pulled away from his touch. Her gaze was facing the ground not wanting to look at him. He felt worse than before wishing that she would at him. A small sigh escapes from him. "Makira… I-" Interrupted by her soft voice though the pain was within it. Still not facing him as she spoke. "Good night…Kurama." Walking towards her door planning not to think about it till tomorrow or so. He stood watching her leave before his eyes. He stepped forwards her. "Makira I-" She raised her hand to him hushing his lips for the time being. Her gaze was at her bluish white door, thus reminding her bout the rose and…Amber.

Sadness has taken her as a slight tear ran down her face. Her gaze remained on the door before her. Trying not to let him see her tear nor sadness but they know that he'd seen her sorrow. "…I don't want to talk about it." She said firmly to him. Kurama looks at her. He needs to talk to her or else she'll think the wrong thing. He clutch his hand into a fist, something stuck him in his palm. He wondered what it was but he doesn't take his eyes away from her. He slowly spoke to her in a calming voice. "I know …I don't want to talk about it either but that's not the point…Makira..." She interrupted him once again. "Goodnight Kurama." Opening the door and steps into her house. Before she closed it, she left it creaked abet and peeped through to see if he had left or not. Her eyes widened as tears flows out of them. Shutting the door behind her as she leans her back against it. She slid onto the floor, tears rushing down her face. Wraps her arms around her legs hugging then to her chest. Allowing the sadness overwhelm her, facing the dark blue ceiling since, she was sitting in the dark. "Kurama…" she whispers to herself. Someone from a distance soon flipped the lights on. He stood there with worry on his face.

He had short grayish black hair and glasses over his dark brown eyes. He wore a black and white suit. "Miss Makira?" he said worry in his tone after seeing the tears on her face. He quickly walked towards her and kneels at her side. "Miss Makira are you alright? Did anyone hurt you?" She turns to him whipping most of her tears away. She doesn't want him to worry him nor talk about it. "…Yes, I'm ok…" she slowly stood onto her feet. Her hair was over her face but she just left it there. "Are you sure Miss?" he questioned her. She turns to the staircase that leads to her room and the other rooms before it. "Yes, Jive… now goodnight." She headed to the stairs trying to hide the sadness from him. Her brown orbs gazed ahead seeing her bedroom door. 'Please let this be a nightmare.' She prayed.

Kurama's eyes never turn from the door she stepped into. He lets out a sigh thinking what he should do. The pain in his hand made he turn his attention to it. He looks at the forgotten rose he held. Blood was drawn after the plant's thorns stuck him. The red liquid drowns the petals staining its beauty. He glares at the stained plant, whispering something under his breath. "…Rose Mate." The clouds cover the moonlit sky, not daring to look at the scene below its gaze. Showering light tears of rain on the land washing the blood away but the petals never lost its stained color. The damped petals of the cursed rose that have returned to his life once before. He places it into his red hair and walks off carrying his problems on his back. (Or more likely in his hair) Remembering when he told her about the recital:

A cool rainy day, sitting in a tree watching the rain showering the land. They were a little wet since the rain caught them off guard. They were planning to go to the mal or somewhere they usually hangout or go out. The wind blows as it showered making Makira shiver within the cool air. She wrapped her around herself. Kurama was staring at the many droplets fall thinking how they're going to get out of this but notice that she was shivering. He takes his jacket off and places it over her shoulders. A red rose falls out of the pocket landing onto her lap. "This will keep you warm." He said smiling. She smiles back. "Thank you, Kurama." The rose that had falling on her lap soon caught her attention. She picks it but the thorns stick her. She quickly drops the plant after that. "Ow!" The wound on her hand starts bleeding. Kurama takes her hand and raises it to his lips. She looks at him as a slight blush appears on her face. He lightly kisses it. "Better?" his emerald green gaze up to her. She nods to him yet a little shocked.

He carefully picks up the rose as his green orbs darkens a bit then sighs. "…Have you heard of the recital called Rose Mate?" he holds he rose into the air letting the droplets fall onto it. She looks the rose then to him not sure what he was talking about. "No haven't." she said shyly. A smile touches his face and small laugh came up. "Well, that is the mating recital if one finds a mate that he/she would like to be with. But it comes from my father's side of the family. Not many know of this…nor have choose to use It." His attention to the plant when her to her. "The rose of love…one drop of each mate's blood on the rose they're able to hold or given to…that will bond the two together…almost depending the rose's color…Each rose has a different trait of color…like the rose I hold in this hand means 'love' as the white rose mean 'life.' "

Makira slowly understood what he was saying to her. His thoughts focus on the recital they might do one day but what rose she's able to hold or what rose would he give. Then a thought comes up to her and asks. "What about the black rose that Chalimar have?" A frown snatches the smile away from him and bows his head. He struggles to speak the words about his sister. "…The black rose is a curse to the one who holds it. She can't hold anything else other than that…if she holds a plant of any color…it either dies or it's color will turn black. The meaning of the rose is 'death' " he takes in a deep a breath before he continues. "If any blood was spilled on its dark petals…the one who spilled its blood a pond it just signed his/herself to death," Makira's face was slightly pale from what she heard bout he friend. She leans her heard against his shoulder. "But..." Kurama tries to change the topic. Even if he wished that his sister didn't have the curse. "There is another way become mates…it allows that one can do both recital or one."

She whispers to him. "What may that be?" Kurama looks away from her blushing. Seeing the change of color and finding out what he was talking about. She blushes as well. She lifts her left hand reaches to his hand, which held the rose. He looks at her when she touched his hand. She raises her hand to the rose. She was kind of glad that her hand hasn't stopped bleeding yet. Kurama notices what she's planning to do. He drops the rose onto the ground below them. Grabbing her hand and pulls her into him. "No!" he exclaimed. She looks up to him with hurt in her eyes. "But I want to be with you." He shares the same gaze with a charming smile he once always have. His hand brushes the side of her cheek. "I want to be with you as well…but we're not ready for that comment…just be patient for that day may come…just be patient so we could know each other more." A smile crosses her face. He uses his hand to bring her lips to his. At that moment the rain stops as a light wind blows by. The rose still lies there with its beauty. –

A small grin returns to his sad gaze but it's still won't help him. Thinking bout the promise he may or may not told her. "That day will come." But would she still feel the same way now on that day. Would his words take the sadness away or make it worse. He knows that she want answers about this saturation about Amber. If he tells her the truth…would she stay with him or…

End.