-Of all the things I've done-

-Shu-Chan-

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, I do not own Loveless.

A/N: This is my 2nd Loveless fiction. I hope it turns out better than my last one did.

This is dedicated to one of my best friends. Thank you Animegirl999. I'm really glad you like my stories. So here's the Natsuo/Youji's story I promised you.

-Chapter 1-

-Of all the stupid things I've done-

-Natsuo-

I sat outside on Soubi's balcony as I watched the sun sink behind the horizon. I wondered if it could feel any pain, or if it was like us and could feel no pain.

Just once I wondered what it would be like to feel even just the slightest amount of pain. My gaze wandered to the sliding glass doors. I looked into the room to see Youji's tail wagging in the air as he watched television.

It had only been a month since Soubi and us moved into this third floor apartment. Youji was laying on the carpeted floor with his face almost pressed up against the screen.

I had to laugh. Just because we were meant to be together doesn't mean that we necessarily like each other. That had been what we'd told Ritsuka when we'd tried to explain things to him.

Sometimes I wondered if that was even true. Deep down I knew I held feelings for him, but sometimes it was hard for me to really believed that I loved him

We'd known each other since childbirth practically, but then again we weren't really born. It was more like we were created.

So if we were created did we have a human soul? I glanced at the fading sun again. Youji and I would always be together and never ask anything of it.

What would it be like to one day wake up and ask myself why I was with Youji, but I knew I never would. Even if I did the answer would be because we were made to be together.

Youji and I had done some pretty stupid things in our lifetimes, but I've regretted none of it. In a way, I guess, that regret is a type of pain too. Maybe that's why I've never regretted anything that we'd done together.

I have my times when I'd just love to drive a knife through my heart. If I did would I die like a normal person? Would I even feel it?

What would happen to Youji? Would he do the same thing? Would he even be able to feel the remorse? I pushed the thoughts away as I slid the sliding door open and went inside.

"Yo Youji, what're you watching?" I asked as I laid down by him. "I don't have a clue. It's some old rerun. Want to watch it with me?" he asked as I laid down on my stomach next to him.

TBC...

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Review if you want me to continue. That means you Animegirl999... -