Hiiii! Back now. Man, I feel like this fic is almost too short. I'm used to having REALLY long fics, and since this one is nearing an end I feel... eek, just like it's much too short. How sad...

Anyway, thanks for the reviews, I'm glad it's so liked. Enjoy!

Edit: I edited the first lineof this chapter, because thanks to The-Dark-One3, who commented on organization and chapter introductions, I found that they are abrupt. My apologies, I think it has to do with how when I was writing it, there's no break between the chapters, and blah. Thank you!

Must Get Out

Kazahaya's golden-brunette hair became mussed and disorganized ashis flimsy, worn body in my bed thrashed about, not able to find respite even in sleep. I suddenly wondered if it was safe to let him on my bed, since there was a chance that he could pick up one my more violent memories to add on to his already overloaded mind…

Sliding the covers off, I slipped my hands underneath his body, lifting him up gently, letting his head rest in the crook of my neck, his slow breathing warming my throat. Seconds later, I stripped the covers off his bed with one hand, holding his sprawled body to mine with the other before laying him in it. He really must have been exhausted to not have even stirred during the whole time, I thought miserably. At least he'd be safe from any other memories in his own bed.

Night had fallen long ago, and now even I was feeling the pressure of the afternoon mounting, and sighed sleepily before leaning over, crossing my arms on Kazahaya's bed before laying my head on it. I didn't realize that I had actually fallen asleep on his chest until after I felt it rise and lower, but by that time I was too tired to care, and personally felt comfortable with his easy rhythm.

"So what was that about?" I smiled slyly at the flustered teen in front of me, signaling idly to the cheerful girl who'd just left after talking to Kazahaya for a moment.

The hazel-eyed boy pried off the Green Drugstore apron, averting my gaze as he stuttered, "She asked me to her prom…"

"Oooh," I said knowingly, "She must really like you, to have picked a brain-dead idiot who probably can't even dance."

Kazahaya didn't look up, and for a moment I felt sorry for what I'd said as he muttered, "I don't know how to dance."

But, in Kazahaya style, of course, he freaked out suddenly, "I can't dance! What am I gonna do? I can't back out now! I gotta find someone who can! Shiiiiiit! The prom's tomorrow night! Aaaaa!"

He jumped away as I laid a hand on his shoulder, "Shut up already, you're giving me a headache."

"I got bigger problems than your headache…" he muttered, eyes narrowed. I smirked, relishing in his growl.

"You might wanna start caring, cause I just might have the answer to your problems."

"You sound like a door to door salesman."

I ignored him, taking off my apron as well and hanging it up, "I can dance. If you're nice, I'll teach you."

"Huh?" the smaller boy blinked, but seeing no dishonesty in my eyes, broke out into a brilliant smile, "Will you? Really?"

I held back a soft smile at his brilliantly innocent one, "Sure. We can start tonight if you want."

"Really? Thanks Rikuou!"

It was the first time I'd heard such sincerity and thanks in his voice when using my name, and I turned my back on him, unable to hold back my smile after all.

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"First thing, stand straight."

"Um, okay…"

"I'll be playing the part of the male for now, and you'll be the female, just so I can show you. We'll switch later," I told him, and just rolled my eyes slightly as he snickered, but didn't say anything otherwise.

"Your right hand will take hers, and hold it out about this far, until it's comfortable," I continued, taking a hold of his left hand and holding it out at his shoulder's height. He watched all of my moves attentively, concentration clear.

"Your left hand will support her back, right above the shoulder blade," I murmured, proceeding to show him, and for a moment, he blinked and then a slow blush crept upon his face. I hid my smile and went on, resisting the urge to stroke his back softly as I talked, "and hers will be on your waist."

His gentle touch on my waist surprised me, since I would have thought that he would have refused to do that, but he was, the blush deepening on his face. I applied a bit more pressure to his back in acknowledgement and carried on.

"The steps are easy. One-two-three-four, feet together, apart, together, in a square. You'll be leading her moves, and she will be following you."

"Lucky girls, they don't have to actually know how to dance if we're leading them…" he muttered, but there was nothing negative in his voice, instead, there was a bright shine in his eyes, and it somehow made me glad.

"So, let's try it. I don't have any music though," he glanced up at me, and I mouthed the steps for him as he clumsily tried to learn them, following in my lead as I slowly went through the steps.

"How did you learn to dance so good?" he asked admiringly.

"Tsukiko taught me…" I answered quietly after a brief hesitation. He glanced at me for a moment, but I kept on going as if it meant nothing. Which in truth, it didn't. All that mattered to me at the moment was him.

There was something quietly magical, something calming and soothing, as we went over the dance and steps that night, for hours on end, as moon rose and dipped back, and for that time, it was only the two of us, hands clasped together, hands upon each other, dancing to a slow rhythm that flowed naturally between us. It was calm, completely different from our usual squabbles and teasings, but somehow, the awkwardness had faded, leaving us at ease with each other, our bodies close, almost intimately, but not enough that it brought along the complexities of intimacy. Time flowed around us unnoticed, and the dust in the room was illuminated by the moonlight, making it look like specs of snow that danced away and around us as we stepped through the air. The moonbeams that crossed by his face made it look angelic and ethereal, his hair glowing blue, his eyes dancing, luminous stars.

I knew moments like this were rare, and I drank in every one of his moves and looks, knowing that I would relish this memory for the rest of my life. I was very glad I had offered to help him. Even after I knew he had the steps memorized, and he didn't fumble anymore or forget the directions, we didn't stop. There was a tranquil happiness in his golden orbs, one that I knew was reflected in my green ones. I hadn't felt as relaxed and contented as this in a long time.

Finally though, I noticed that time had ticked by us unnoticed, as we glided and swam in a corner of our minds, together, away from daily life and the city's sounds below, and the thought of work tomorrow—everything forgotten. Until now, and I was reluctant to let go, to unclasp his hand and let up the pressure on the small of his back.

"It's getting late… we should stop now. You have it down, so you'll be fine tomorrow," I whispered.

But his gaze didn't let up, and only continued to look at me softly, "Can we dance one last time?"

His soft words awakened something in me, and I nodded mutely. But this time, he took the lead, guiding my hand to his waist, his fingers lingering over mine before placing his hand on the small of my back. Taking my other hand gently, he pulled himself closer to me, much closer than before, until our bodies were just a hair's breadth apart, brushing intimately together as we danced one last time.

Hazel eyes kept themselves locked onto my forest green ones the whole time, never letting go, and I let them consume me, golden hair, golden eyes, small frame, and he was all I saw or felt. His scent was underneath me as he leaned his head on my shoulder, still gliding to silent steps.

Slowly, he looked up again, chin tilted up, angel lips glowing in a soft smile, and he didn't withdraw as I leaned down, unaware of what I was doing, the warming rays of a dawning sun touching upon our joined lips as I drank in something sweeter than light… Kazahaya's lips.

It was short, unexpected, but infinitely gentle and chaste, and for some reason, there was a softness and understanding as well as confusion in the smaller boy's eyes as he looked at me. What comforted me was that there was no anger, or disgust or rejection, if anything, there was a softer glow to his eyes.

"We danced all night…" he murmured quietly, letting go of my hands slowly. But it wasn't a letting go of rejection, it was one that signaled the end of this scene, as it had to pass, and for once, I didn't feel anything bitter at our parting.

His fingers lingered over mine for a moment before he spoke, "Thank you… I'm going to sleep…"

I let him go, watched him look at me one last time, then the door clicked shut.

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It fell with a thud back into my hand, and then I threw it up again. Even though I had stayed up all night with Kazahaya, I wasn't tired, or at least enough to fall asleep. So I laid in bed, throwing a ball as I mulled over the night, over our little dancing lesson. I was always in control of my emotions, yet I hadn't seen that kiss coming, and I had hesitated in telling him my feelings.

And though he hadn't rejected me, or drawn away, he hadn't accepted me either, and I knew he didn't love me. He couldn't love me, and he wouldn't ever say those words to me until I said them first. I hadn't whispered 'I love you', so I couldn't expect him to whisper them back. He was just too naïve, and somehow, I knew this would be… like a stone in a lake. There, but unreachable. We'd kissed, both of us had been willing, but somehow, I knew that this event would become an unspeakable one, something too confusing for both of us, and so it would stay in our minds and hearts, until we understood it and came to terms with it. But until then, it would resurface every time we looked at each other, and even when we fought, I knew there would be an underlying understanding, something that would keep us from slamming the doors to our room and fuming the rest of the night.

But I knew too, that eventually, if we didn't come to terms with it and understand it in time, the event would fade, and become unacknowledged, only to be remembered in the safety of the darkness of night.

I didn't want that to happen, but I couldn't force him to accept my feelings unless he did too. I didn't want to give myself false hopes. Maybe the reason he hadn't withdrawn was simply because he was too tired, or… or a number of other possible reasons. The confusion in his eyes had been enough proof that he wasn't sure why he hadn't withdrawn as well. I still doubted I meant anything to him. After all, it was only through coincidence that we lived with each other. Maybe he had grown to trust me enough to not draw away, but that didn't mean he loved me.

The ball fell with a thump to the floor, and I realized through the dim sound that I had finally fallen asleep.

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Instinct awoke me, just like it did every morning at dawn, and I blinked, momentarily disoriented. If it was dawn… and last I remembered it had been late morning, then… I had slept all day and night… which meant Kazahaya had already gone to the prom, and most likely come back as well. I sat up slowly, stood, dressed, and went to pick up the paper outside. Routine as usual.

An hour later, I stood in front of the kid's door, opening it and walking inside.

But as I stood in front of him, watching him sleeping with that angelic face, I hesitated. I decided that I wouldn't drop a shoe on him today, or kick him, as was routine to do. Still, I had to do something… so instead, I settled for flicking his forehead.

"Ow…!" He muttered, his hand flying up to rub his head, before sliding those large eyes of his open, "What the heck was that for?"

"Wake up call," I grinned, flicking him once again before leaving, "I haven't eaten anything since dinner the day before last, so I'm starving."

"If you were so hungry why didn't you just make yourself something…" I heard him mutter and grinned lightly.

I lowered the paper from my face, watching Kazahaya cooking the bacon and eggs, noticing the spring in his movements. He paused, and twisted his head to look at me, but caught me already doing so and 'eeped' softly before hurriedly turning back to our breakfast.

"So, how did it go?" I asked as he set the food down.

"Itadakimasu," he murmured before smiling at me, "It was great! It was really fun, and got to talk to a lot of people! Mostly girls, but there were some nice guys too," he added happily, taking a bite out of his eggs, "I was going to say goodbye to you, but you were sleeping."

"You could have woken me up, you know," I glanced slyly at him, "Did you trip and end up flying over the food table and splattering it all over the place? Or tripped your date up and made her break her leg?"

He glared at my smug smile, "I did not! For your information, I didn't trip even once!"

I chuckled, "Good. Saved your date some major embarrassment… how did the dancing go?"

Kazahaya paused, chewing slowly before speaking, "It went good. She was surprised I knew how to dance so well, and I told her my friend had taught me…" He gazed at me, "It wasn't the same as with you though."

I snorted, "Of course it wasn't, she's probably half my size," Kazahaya giggled, "And you were leading her."

"That's not what I meant…" he stared sheepishly at his plate, holding his cup in his hands as a steady flush began to rise in his cheeks, " It wasn't like it had been with you. I… I liked it better when I was with you… Besides… I led you the… last time."

"I know… It was different from when I danced with Tsukiko as well… in a good way," I admitted, and the conversation dropped after that, both of us watching each other as we replayed that night's events. The kid opened his mouth slowly, as if debating whether to speak or not, and I knew what he was going to ask.

"I don't know," I lied, "But maybe someday I'll have an answer."

He closed his mouth, and for the briefest moment, I thought I saw something like disappointment cross his face.

"Let's go, or Kakei'll dock our pay," I called as I got up and headed to the front door, waiting for him. He nodded and we both made our way out, our steps falling into sync as we walked silently.

There's still another two chapters, so wait for them, they'll come eventually.

Sozuki: Definitely traumatizing. And to poor Kazahaya! But it's just not as fun to torture Rikuou with something like that.

Hikari Raine: I like writing emotional scenes. Tiring, and take a lot of thought sometimes, but it's what I like reading too.

Golden Flame: Isn't he? I think Rikuou's just shy.

Kitsunedemon: Enthusiastic is good -grin-

Black Angel of Destruction: Hey... you read my drabbles! Hi!

Sweet Sakura Curls: Huggle him all you want. Or let Rikuou.

Stella: yay! But I can hardly be compared to CLAMP... they're like... goddesses. I totally idolize them. Amazing art, characters, stories... everything.

Rycitia: What's your native language? Mine's Spanish, but now I'm more fluent in English... shame, but it's true. i see that about Rikuou too, that he can actually be trusted. I mean, how many times does he save Kazahaya? And he does show his nice side every once in a while. The reason the events in the fic kinda flip flop, with you seeing the result before the how, or reason, is because this being a song fic, I was tryign to fit the song. Took me a while to figure out how to do that... I haven't thrown up in sooo long, I'd forgotten how nasty it tasted... gah, you're right, I should have had him give Kaza somethign to drink. It totaly slipped my mind. Funny how we yell at the chracters and not at the writer... Eventually, Kaza'll go back to semi-normal, but I'm not giving anything away yet.

The Curtain: Actually, I checked, and the notes aren't longer... it's a personal pet peeve to have notes longer than chapters. With exception of responses to reviews, since that... well, you know.

Pchan: Seriously! CLAMP better make more of Gohou Drug. I've already read all three! It's saaaad! We never get to find out anythign about Kakei or Saiga...

Queen of Dark Castle: yeah! I love the third book, cause he's soo funny. There's this one pic of him laughing... and he reminds me of... Donald Duck or something... he looks all chibified in any case, and I think it's sooo cute. He is nice in the manga, quite a lot more than Kazahaya gives him credit for. I'll write more GD fics sometime, so don't worry when this one ends... might take me a while, but I'll write more!

Tokki-tsu: Yup, GD section. I made a Wish one too. Cause while it's handy having a category jsut for CLAMP, which is great for all fics that deal with chracters that are in more than one manga, some manga's need their own category. Like CLAMP School Detectives and Tsubasa, but I gotta write a fic for it first...

Taadaaa... do I have to write it all out-laughs: Yay-happy- Norway, huh? CLAMP reaches far... you'll love the next two volumes.

Suicidal Skies: ooh, cool name! Thanks!

Dagger Maxwell: I love Duo's name. I mean... c'mon, DUO-squeal- Angst fluff is practically all I write. Sometimes there's humor... but that doesn't come naturally to me in writing. Thanks!

Desert Rose 11: Ooh, do you have the link to the site? I'm sad to say that I've been a bit disappointed in some GD fics... mostly the ones in the CLAMP category. Not all, cause some were good, but I most were just lacking... something. Adieu!

Ginka: I was obssessed with GD about two weeks ago, and then I watched Yami no Matsuei... and now I'm obssessed with that. Lol. Still LOVE GD though. Thanks a lot!

FLY: Do I really? Good!

Sensibly Tainted-laughs- Few reviews? I'm actually pretty happy with the number of reviews! But thanks a lot!

Mentaru: Angst fluff is the best-catches Kudos- Kudos for Kudo! Kudo's the last name of this dude from this detective show, and i always say that cause it's funny. My fics tend to be serious, since I write a lot of angst and fluff. I am experimenting with humor and just pure fluff in some other fics, but they always have some angst in them anyway...

Wow... takes forever to write responses. Anyway, huge turnover of reviews, I'm surprised! Glad you guys like it so much! I like writing this chapter a lot... Tata, until next time.

Happy Valentine's Day! (BTW, if anyone knows DNAngel, I'm going to try to post a valentine's day fic with them soon. So wait for it! )