Disclaimer: Do I really have to keep saying this? I don't own it guys.

Warnings: More Takiyo, Jakotsu beefs. Content very very suggestive. There is also a lot more cussing than I remember.

Chapter Six: Tragic Rain

Every time I see you,

Your beauty seems to grow.

I long to touch your face,

So I can admire your features more closely.

But, such a privilege I am denied.

My heart races every time you say my name.

When I hear yours something comes over me.

Can it be that…?

I'm sure I know what it is now.

Okima sat at his desk with an apathetic look as he watched the emails rush in at one time. This job was boring, but he couldn't get to the fun part of the job until he was familiar with the place. He didn't know where anything was. It would be ridiculous if they sent him out on a job and he got lost. It would be a waste of time. But, in order to find out where everything is he would need a guide.

The first image that popped into his head was Yoko's attempted humble look, considering he only knew about two people. But, he thought it was adorable when he tried to distort his face into an expression he wasn't born to show. He wanted to look harmless, but nature intended for him to be feared. Despite what nature wanted, Yoko seemed like he wanted to good. And more importantly he seemed familiar with the area. He had to know the place well to have the position he had. As a perfect candidate Okima would ask Yoko for this favor, once he saw him.

As if on cue, Yoko came walking by, but his steps seemed mechanical and forced, like they didn't want to move, but they had no choice. Yoko's head was down and he seemed sad in the way he just rushed by. Yoko was so nice to Okima, so an attempt at cheering him up seemed necessary. Okima decided he would pursue this mission while also asking him the favor he had in mind.

"Mr. Kurama!"

Yoko turned around in the direction he heard his name called. He saw Okima rushing over to him like he was determined to get something from Yoko. Yoko gave Okima a forced smile. He wanted to be nice, but obviously he wasn't in the best of moods.

"What can I do for you?"

"Well, first I wanted to see if you were okay."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Well, then can I borrow your car tonight? I got a sexy date, but no ride."

Yoko laughed at the cute and slightly humorous joke. Okima laughed with him.

"I don't have a car." Yoko finally responded. He seemed to be a bit more chipper when he answered.

"Well, actually, there was something I seriously wanted to ask of you."

"What is it?"

"Well…uh…" Okima's mind went blank. No words came out and he couldn't remember why he was standing there, or how he got there. All he knew at that moment was how sexy Yoko's golden hazel eyes were as they stared into his soul. His heart pounded and his throat tightened, and he couldn't figure out why he was having the thoughts he was or why his self was acting like this.

Yoko gave Okima a curious look. "Well, I have to go now. Come see me at lunch." He patted Okima on the head and then walked away.

Okima stood there for awhile, feeling like he was going to pass out until he was certain Yoko was not in the area anymore. He couldn't understand what just happened. It was so random and purposeless. And those things he was thinking had to be someone else's thought being imported to him telepathically. He walked back to his desk completely confused.

As he expected, the emails were still rushing in. He sat down and selected a great portion of the emails. After that he selected "delete" and they were all transferred to the trash folder. Then he selected the rest and forwarded them to the higher ups. His job was so easy and boring, so he contemplated matters revolving around Yoko.

Obviously, he would have to prepare himself, since he might have another incident where his mind will turn stupid again. So, what would he say? How about 'Mr. Kurama, I was wondering if you could show me some things in the area.' That was the logical thing to say, but no, he couldn't even say that. Why not 'Mr. Kurama, would you be nice enough to show this idiot around, since his mind is apparently made out of water, as well!' He was so mad and disappointed with himself.

After a while the aimless"postal inventory", because if he was going to have a job it was going to sound professional and intelligent, he cooled down. His mindless boredom made him forget about his earlier brain malfunction. Actually he had almost forgotten completely about Yoko, until he realized it was time for him to go on his lunch break.

He took an elevator up to the level in which Yoko worked with the other employees of the same rank, or close to it. All he had to do was search for the office with Yoko's name on the door. Alas, he had found it, with a desk outside of it and a woman getting ready to leave. Okima walked up to her while she was still behind her desk. She looked at Okima sternly with her ice cold stare, and Okima felt a chill of fear. With that stare she seemed intimidating, and made Okima want to grab a teddy bear.

"I-I would like to see Mr. Kurama."

"You must be Sakai. He's in there." With that she walked away.

He wanted to show his gratitude, but she walked away too fast. He shrugged it off and walked over to the door. Then he hesitated before opening it. Did he remember what he was going to say? He took a deep breath and got his head together so his brain wouldn't liquefy again. He walked in quietly, confident he wasn't going to mess up again.

"Sit down," Yoko invited. Okima jumped in surprise, not expecting to hear his voice so suddenly, his soothing voice…

"H-hello," Okima stuttered nervously, seeming awkward.

Yoko looked up now, silver strands covering some of his stoic expression. "Hello. What did you want to ask me?"

"Well…uh…you see…" 'Damn it! I'm doing it again!' Okima thought enraged. 'What is it about him that makes me fall apart!'

Yoko raised an eyebrow. "There's no need to be nervous. Or are you bashful?" Yoko tried to reassure Okima, which only helped a little.

But, that wasn't it! Okima wasn't the shy type! It was something special about Yoko that made Okima fall apart. Something that made his brain shut down and it only thinks of him. And that something was in his speech. The sound of his voice and the way those words were formed with perfect pale lips. But, why? Why was he having these thoughts?

"I was wondering…"

And of course, just as Okima built up the composure to say something coherent Jakotsu rushed into the scene. Euphoria was being shown through this being in every way it could. He noticed Okima before taking a seat absent-mindedly next to him. He stared at Okima, intrigued.

"Why so happy?" Yoko stated rather than asked, bored. There was a routine indicated.

"First, who is this?" Jakotsu grabbed Okima's hand in greeting.

"My name is Okima Sakai. I'm a new employee here."

"Hello, I'm Jakotsu," then Jakotsu grabbed Okima's chin and made their noses touch, "look, it's been a pleasure meeting you, but I would like to get to know you better."

This caused Okima to blush uncontrollably. 'Oh my god…' was all his mind was able to interpret of this situation. Yoko just sighed before halting his friend's torment of the younger employee.

"Jakotsu, what are you doing?"

Jakotsu sat back in his chair innocently and responded "He's such a beauty," instead of actually answering the question.

"At least he's not gayer than Christmas," they heard Takiyo's voice from the door of the office.

"Oh Takiyo. I swear they must've given you parts from a dog demon. You're such a bitch." (To be explained in later on in the story.)

"At least my PMSin' is something natural. You, on the other hand, I'm more masculine than you could ever dream to be."

"That explains why you can't get a boyfriend. No man wants a she-man."

"Why do you say that? Is it because I'm not a whore like you?"

Okima felt really uncomfortable. He wanted to escape this verbal battlefield, but he didn't know how. He was trapped in the audience, waiting to see who would win.

"Stop this now!" Yoko howled frustrated and with undoubted authority.

"I came by to drop this off," Takiyo said with sudden profession and set down a bulging manila folder on Yoko's desk. "I'm going to lunch now."

Jakotsu glared at Takiyo with vengeful eyes as she walked out carelessly. Once she was completely out of the office Yoko turned his firm gaze towards Jakotsu. He relaxed, inhaling deeply before breathing out with a huge sigh.

"Now Jakotsu, tell me what you wanted."

"Well, about 30 minutes ago Bankotsu and I got into an argument over the phone."

"And I'm guessing you're planning on making up with him tonight."

"Of course!"

"Of course you would look at it at that angle, horny bastard." Yoko teased with a smile.

Okima didn't understand and frankly was shutting out this conversation. Whatever they were discussing, he didn't want to hear it, so instead he thought about dinner tonight.

"What other way do I need to look at life in order to have fun?"

"Aren't you dead, technically?"

"So?"

"So, I'm meeting with Sakai. Leave us be."

Okima responded to the sound of his name being said casually. He suddenly remembered where he was.

"Fine then," Jakotsu pouted playfully before leaving Yoko's office obediently. Yoko rested his forehead on his hand, with his elbow on his desk, and then he chuckled to himself.

"With a staff like this I don't know why she expects me to ever get things done. So, what did you want to ask me? I don't think we'll be interrupted this time."

He blushed slightly as his heart began to race. "I was wondering…if you could… show me around…sometime."

Yoko raised his eyebrow in a questioning look and then smiled humbly. "Sure. I'll show you around tomorrow at lunch."

Okima stood with a grateful expression. "Aren't you going to lunch?"

"I don't eat much."

"Oh." Okima turned slowly and then walked out of Yoko's office.

He felt a bit anxious, excited about the next day. When tomorrow came he would spend a whole hour exploring the small town. But, what was so exciting about this miniature secluded town? Was it the town that really made him anxious? Seriously, there was nothing exciting about his new habitat.

That night Okima tossed and turned in his bed. Sleep apparently was no longer an option. His unexplained excited was keeping him up, and so was his confusion. He felt it was unusual to be so excited about site seeing. It wasn't something that excited him before. And to top it all off a familiar face kept showing up is his mind, metallic silver hair and glowing golden eyes were stained in his head. He kept attempting to erase the image of his superior from his mind, but it was beyond his control.

There was a creak and Okima looked over at the humble, white door when he heard it. A face peeked into the room innocently. The face was pale and scared, with wet, messy blue hair from sweat, plastered to it. Big, brown eyes peered in with childish fear.

"What is it?" Okima turned in the bed to look at the tiny figure, while asking drowsily.

"I had a bad dream," a little boy's voice spoke to him in response.

Okima sighed and slid over, "Come here Rintaro."

The tiny little boy jumped up happily to turn on the lights. Once succeeded Okima squinted his eyes. You could see that the little boy was around eight-years-old in image with harmless little fangs that couldn't even bite wood. He walked over to Okima's bed and climbed in next to him, with a little bit of struggle.

"Oki-nii, can I have a glass of water?"

"Sure," he answered with eyes that were only half open.

"Thank you!"

Okima got up out of the bed. He walked down the stairs before being able to reach the kitchen. He opened one of the cabinets and retrieved a glass. After doing that he noticed the moon, as its midnight light shown through his window. With him being a water demon he was just like the tides in the sense that, he too, was controlled by the moon.

That night it was a third quarter moon. This phase always made him feel confused and restless. Things made sense to Okima now that he saw the moon in this phase. Soon, it would be a full moon and his mind would clear up and his emotional state would calm down.

When he returned little Rintaro had fallen asleep. Okima chuckled to himself at the adorableness of the little one. While standing there in the doorway he turned out the lights. Walking over to his bed he put the glass down on the night stand that was next to it. He laid down and fell asleep with Rintaro in a protective embrace.

The next day Okima went to Yoko's office at lunch. Before that he felt tired because of his sudden insomnia the night before. (HEY! Insomnia…hahaha.) But, as soon as he reached the door of Yoko's office the excitement was there again. Takiyo had already left for her lunch break and Yoko stood up behind his desk ready to go.

"Hey."

"Hello." Okima really couldn't understand why he was so delighted to be near Yoko and hear him speak to him. He cheeks warmed in an unexpected blush. Yoko didn't notice, but instead concentrated on the door. This baffled Okima.

"Hold on a second. I know he's coming."

Okima was even more puzzled as he raised an eyebrow in question. "He," who's "he"? Okima thought.

Soon his question was answered as the raven-haired Jakotsu gracefully glided into the office at a fast pace. His upbeat nature didn't change, but he looked curious. Oh, that guy, Okima pondered.

"Yoko, where are you going?" Jakotsu questioned while almost seeming genuinely sad.

"I've got a lunch date," Yoko replied casually.

"Oh poo Yoko, you always attract the guys. I'm going to find out what makes you so popular."

"You could, but then you'd have to betray Bankotsu."

Okima understood what Yoko was implying, and it gave him an odd curiosity. He felt awkward wanting to know if that was actually it, but more than likely he was playing, especially considering he laughed after the comment. Jakotsu laughed with him.

"Is that what it is? Very well then, I'll see you two pretty boys later."

"Don't call me a pretty boy," Yoko stated with a tad of annoyance hinted in his voice.

"What are you going to do?" Jakotsu teased, sounding like he was invincible.

"I'll put you back in your grave and return you to hell."

"Fine then you sexy fox." Jakotsu fled after that comment, obviously fearing his life.

Yoko sighed before softly laughing to himself at his eccentric friend. Okima shifted uncomfortably at the discomfiture of the sudden silence in the office.

"You ready to go?" Yoko broke the silence with his question.

"Yeah…" Okima answered quietly with his head down so he didn't notice Yoko's look of concern.

At that moment they left for their adventure. Okima's confidence returned, but he still found himself blushing from time to time. His feeling of happiness equaled his feeling of nervousness. Soon, the sound of the platinum haired kitsune's voice made his heart skip a beat. When pale skin touched his tanned figure he stopped breathing all together. (IT'S TOO QUIET!)

"Are you thirsty?" the tall, slim one asked randomly while coming to a stop.

"A little bit."

"Let's get something to drink," the sun child responded quickly, impulsively changing directions.

Okima followed bewildered, for the other was ignorant to the vagueness of his sentence. Aqua eyes were wide as the one with sea green hair was left contemplating, drink? As in get drunk? He forced the thought out of his mind, for it was creating chaos within his brain. (Ohho! Chaos!) Surely, that was not what he meant.

Soon they approached a humble little café. It was a friendly little place and the he knew the best. He had come here many times with the special jaguar hanyou Sayomi. She needed her coffee often times when she was woken up in the morning. She always came here and sometimes brought Yoko with her. Everyone still recognized him, even though it had been well before Sayomi's death since they had seen him.

After they ordered their caffeinated drinks they continued the tour. It surprised the water demon when they had given them their drinks discounted. He eventually forced that thought out as well as the slim fox demon proceeded in showing him everything he could before their lunch break ended and they had to go back to the company.

That day when Okima went home he wished he had a mask. His face was red because of his obsessive blushing. The two that lived with him noticed his odd behavior and his random giggles at his own discomfort. It was Rintaro and an older girl. The older had the appearance of a girl in her late teens, around 16. Her eyes were a blazing red that were covered and cooled by long shining opal colored hair. Her name was Mikaji, and could be beautifully sung.

The little boy ran to him and in excitement gave him a hug. The innocent Rintaro looked up when the water demon patted his head affectionately.

"Oki-nii, you are happy?" he asked inquisitively.

"Don't be naïve! Of course he is!" Mikaji retorted and rolled her eyes because of his unawareness.

"Mika…what did I tell you about your tone?" Okima became stern.

She looked down ashamed. "So sorry, Oki-nii."

Rintaro who originally had ignored Mikaji inquired, "Why are you happy?"

Okima only replied with "I had a good day," not fully understanding his joy either. He released himself from Rintaro's grasp

Everyday Yoko showed the water demon with a tortuous mind a new part of the town. With Okima's new navigator he was confident that each time he would be sent to sea he could find his way back to port. His most interesting day of internship was when Jakotsu joined them. Then again, Jakotsu was the most interesting crew member.

"So Sakai, why'd you decide to work?"

They were taking a break to eat and Okima was eating his muffin absent-mindedly while the other two were enjoying a coffee. Of course that was until abrupt question alarmed him.

"…err…what?"

"Why do you work?" he asked again.

"…uh…I need the money." Okima rejoined vaguely.

"What for? Why would a demon need money?"

"Jakotsu, we're not dead. We do need to eat and other things that need to be bought."

"You spend your money on coffee, what does he need money for?"

"…err…"

"Jakotsu, mind your own business."

He gave his signature pout, "sorry." But, of course right after Jakotsu's apology Okima began to speak.

"My family. I work to support my younger siblings."

Now it was Jakotsu who was alarmed from the unexpected answer to his prying question. Yoko spoke instead since it seemed that Jakotsu was temporarily speechless.

"Isn't that nice? Most of us here don't know what it's like to have a family."

Jakotsu's gift of speech returned. "Or at least a real family."

Yoko nodded. "Even Takiyo grew up alone."

Okima looked up interested. "Ms. Takiyo? What happened to her?"

Yoko breathed in heavily preparing for the long story. He knew he probably shouldn't be doing this, but he also knew that Okima was trustworthy.

"Well, Takiyo was basically born alone. Actually, she was born a human. It was a rainy night. Her father was trying to get to the hospital, and that's when he ran off the road, when they found the body he was dead. Her mother died in labor."

"How sad…"

"Yes it is. She was an orphan and had absolutely no living relatives that could take care of her. All the orphanages were full. So, they decided to try a little experiment…"

"They made her more demon like by giving her qualities of a demon. They changed her psychological and physical DNA. This way she could survive alone and live alone," Jakotsu finished triumphantly. Apparently the word a day calendars were working.

"Wow, who would've thought." Okima suddenly felt guilty remembering his own past.

"Thank you Jakotsu for your assistance," the fox spoke sarcastically.

"I just wanted to talk, sorry."

Then Okima thought of something. "How do you guys know that?"

"We have to know the pasts of those whom work for us. It's a security company," Yoko replied.

"But not those who work with us. We started at the same time so I don't know anything about Yoko's past."

Yoko let out a victorious laugh as a cocky smile crept over his face. "And probably never will."

Okima processing all this stared with wide eyes, aqua shining in the sun looking like little pools. Yoko noticed these aqua eyes and winked in reassurance to the demon of water. He did indeed relax.

But, everything else blew him away. He was so ignorant to it all. He supposed that there was a reason Takiyo seemed so cold. He started to think about his own past and the misfortunes he lived with. He couldn't figure out if they even compared to what Takiyo had to live through. Okima Sakai, oblivious to it all.

Yay! I finally got Chapter Six up! (Does a little dance.) Now! I'm going to explain some things!

"postal inventory" - Okima's job is to basically filter out good mail (I guess job offers) and bad mail (non-job offers?). He called it "postal inventory" because that was the official name and he frustrated at the time. It's like when you see a job that says architectural color designer when all you're doing is painting houses, or a children's entertainer and you're a clown.

"Sakai"- Everyone calls him Sakai even though I call him Okima, there is two reasons for that. When I first started writing this a long time ago Okima didn't have a family name, until I decided to grace him with one. Also, his siblings would be Sakai as well and that would be weird.

Rintaro, Mikaji- These are his unexpected siblings. Legally they are his children, but since they're so close in age they are more like his siblings. If anyone wants to know more, ask and I'll be glad to explain.

Insomnia, chaos- My name is Chaotic Insomnia, so I got excited.

Sun child- Sun child is one of the many many meanings of the name Yoko.If you notice I'm waaay deep into the name meanings junk.

"Everyday Yoko...crew member"- I just loooove metaphors (and similies)

word a day calendar- I don't think Jakotsu has a very broad vocab, so I made that joke.

Yoko's wink- Okima realized that that meant Yoko knew about his past as well, since Okima works for his department. Yoko was reassuring Okima that his secret was safe with him.

Well, that's all, and I hoped you enjoyed it. It took forever, but I had fun anyways. I got to get off here now before I'm discovered and get in trouble.