Hiya, peeps! Welcome to chapter six! It's been three weeks! I'm sorry! My lazy beta-reader has finally come in handy (She says 'hey'). Yeah, so, mucho thankies to my reviewers!

I wrote replies to all of my reveiwers, but the stupid computer hates me! So, thank you all. Thank you especially to Moon Archer, who gave me the brillant idea of a title.

The Girl, The God, and The Demons

Chapter Six: Friends, Ponderings, and Temptations

Diana sat on her bed, listening to a rebellious Trapt song, thinking about her so-called friends. How could they? I wonder how many other secrets they kept from me. Even as she thought about it, she felt her temper rising. She got up from her bed and noticed a small red spot where her bottom had previously been. Well, that explains a lot...she thought, slightly amused but still angry. She covered it up with a paper towel and picked up a stress ball from her desk. She squeezed it has hard as she could; it slipped from her grasp and hit her in the face. She heard chuckles coming from the door and glanced up angrily. She saw Shuichi in her doorway, smiling kindly.

"May I have the pleasure of entering your sacred room?" She was annoyed by his polite-yet-sarcastic disposition, and considered ignoring him, but answered anyway.

"Fine." She stared out her window, deciding on the ignoring option as she turned up her music with a small remote. He was forcibly reminded of Hiei, in that she was trying to block out those who could help her.

She struggled to hide sudden unexplained tears brought on by his appearance and said rudely, practically yelling as her music was so loud, "What do you want? A new pencil? Or is it a book today?" She didn't care is she was being a total bitch; it was that time of the month.

Shuichi, however, overlooked her rudeness and said, polite as ever, quietly yet still being heard over the noise (It was too disturbing to be called music); "Will you allow me to help one as beautiful as you?" She glanced at him skeptically upon hearing the word beautiful. She expected a mocking smile, but was surprised. His face was shining with sympathy, the very thing that she didn't want.

She replied, looking toward the clear sky once more, "No. Now get lost in a book or something." He began to walk out, looking dejected. She instantly regretted her words. Stupid temper!

She got up from her window and shouted after him, "Wait! I didn't mean that!" He turned back around, his handsome green eyes interested. She hesitated; did guys really want to know about that time? Maybe Yusuke, but not Shuichi. "I-I had a bad day. I tend to be temperamental. Sorry." She knew that she must look really pathetic, as well as her excuse, but didn't care, for once. She smiled at him apologetically. He returned the smile and sat down on her unmade bed (She tried to ignore his inquiring looks at the now-reddish paper towel).

"Why was it so bad?" He asked curiously. She had originally planned to push him away, to not tell him anything. After all, how did she know if she could trust him? Surprisingly, she found that he was very comforting to her worries, and she was suddenly confiding in him; she told him her worst fears and highest aspirations. She told him secrets that she had never even considered telling Keiko and Yukina, without fear or hesitation. He never mocked her, as she would've, but listened interestedly. Her CD stopped, but she didn't bother to change it, as she was so absorbed in the (one-sided) conversation. She finally told him the odd dreams, at least the ones she remembered. He looked surprised, but hid his true emotion: overwhelming fear.

"It's as if...As if I'm destined for something more, y'know? It's so confusing, yet it all makes sense in some sick, twisted way. It's just so.....weird. Y'know what I'm talking about?" She looked at him expectantly, as if he could decipher the mystery of her mind.

He gazed into her eyes and whispered a faint word, "Yes."

They stared into each other's identical emerald eyes for what seemed like an eternity. He leaned closer to her, and she felt compelled to do the same. They leaned closer and closer until every feature was visible to the other. Shuichi silently counted Diana's freckles: twenty-two in all. Diana, however, was spellbound by some secret pheromone, moving closer every second. She reached out and gently touched his bright red hair, unable to contain her curiosity. He would've blushed, had he not already been in an embarrassing situation. They moved even closer.

"You smell like roses," Diana quietly commented, but Shuichi silenced her by pressing his lips against hers. She kissed back shyly; this was clearly a first for her. A bush rustled outside, startling both of them and breaking the romantic air. They immediately separated, blushing furiously.

"Wow, what timing. Eh, Shuichi?" She smiled in his direction, trying to be nonchalant, but his response was very serious.

He stood up and spoke to her. "My name is Kurama. I'm sorry I startled you." He walked out of the room and called out behind him, "Goodnight, Diana." Diana stared after him, bewildered, but happily so. She got up and went outside via her window, feeling the need for fresh air. A pair of crimson eyes in the bushes followed her, unnoticed in her ecstasy.

A/N: Hola vosotros!(Spanish) Interesting, no? Kurama is so stupid, though. ::Sigh:: Poor Diana. All will be revealed next chapter.....