Rook: You'll see how the story turns up..^_~

swtrkgalditress : I liked the bad dream thingy too!!! Eheh. Well, if a guy just told you he hated you and chased you out, and the after that changed his mind, would you go back immediately???? C'mon, gals should have some pride!

Ruby: It is??? ^_^ I'm not sure actually

Sumo Driver : Thanx so much!!!! =) I love good reviews. Kougaji /Yaone? There was??

kougaijixyaone fan : ;-) We'll see..ehehe . I'll just have to tell you.don't get hopes to high.

Arista Niara : Thanks a lot! =)

Kurtain: @_@ Thank you, that's really flattering.^___________^

Chubby sanzo: Hope it'll get better

guess who : Do I know you? Sorry.=( I don't guess very well..

Anyways.Chapter 5 coming right up. Hope y'all like it... review plz after reading.. Even a single word to let me know you've read..c'mon...=))))))

Hmm..grammar and sentence construction might be out..I'm feeling kinda woozy and lazy.

Oh dear...it ended up much shorter than I wanted it to be... but one is too alzy..if all of you ask nicely, maybe I'll make the next chapter longer.=P Click the review button and make me happy!!!

~~~Chapter 5 ~~~~

Kougaji strode angrily around in his room. He was furious, angry, and livid. He wanted to break something, or destroy something so that the horrible feeling inside would go away.

He was forced to face what he did not want to admit. He was jealous. He, Kougaji, was positively green with envy.

"Cho Hakkai," he said through gritted teeth. He clenched his fist tightly, long nails cutting into his palm. He was slightly surprised when blood started welling out of the half-moon cuts in his palm. He watched the blood slowly drip down from his hand to the floor, drop after drop after drop. The crimson liquid looked so beautiful against the dull stone floor of the castle. It really stood out, and shone with a dull light, bringing life to the drabness of the stone.

His entire being ached, with jealousy and hunger. Jealousy for Hakkai, hunger for a beautiful purple haired demon he loved. Yes, he admitted it. After going through so much he could finally admit it to himself.

It took sending her away, hurting her horribly, and being turned down by her for him to discover how much he loved her. It had come at a very high price, but he felt it was worth it. He probably would not have to guts to admit it to himself had not events transpired as they had. His thoughts were consumed by her, the divine angel who had followed him ever since he had saved her life.

Then his heart gave a wrenching twist as he remembered the hurt and pain on her face. He had done that to her, someone he loved with all his heart. He felt an excruciating pain, gut twisting and painful. He had to gain her forgiveness, somehow. And he knew he could. Somehow someway, he could get her back.

He continued pacing, his strides getting larger and larger, quicker and quicker. Somehow, someway he had to make it up to her. He gritted his teeth, thinking about Hakkai. His thoughts flared. He punched a stone wall in an attempt to release all the anger he kept within.

He thought of Yaone talking with Hakkai, laughing, joking and just being together, both of them. Kougaji deeply envied Hakkai at that very moment.

The jealousy was like a fiery demon, consuming him from inside. Kougaji burned and ached all that the same time. He wanted Yaone, and at some times, he wanted to totally destroy Hakkai.

But Kougaji had one small consolation, one that he kept telling himself, so that he would not go totally insane. "She still loves me," he said aloud. He had still seen that in her eyes, and that was why he had left without making a big fuss. "She still loves me, and not him."

~~~~~~~~

Hakkai sat up gingerly, wincing as muscles that had long lain inactive complained. He was aching all over, but felt much better than he had for days. Slowly but surely, his strength was returning to him. His drained powers too were restoring themselves.

He braced himself and got to his feet slowly. When his head stop spinning, he could feel his knees shaking. He grabbed the rough wall of the cave beside him, and attempted to hold himself up. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor in an unceremonious heap.

He groaned slightly, as he mentally cursed his aching head. It felt too heavy, too clumsy. His movements were jerky and uncoordinated. He leant his head into his arms in defeat.

Yaone watched silently from the mouth of the cave, her heart twisted in pity. It gave a few more wrenches as she watched him try to stand, and then fall down in defeat again.

She stood at the mouth of the cave, not knowing what to say or do.

~~~~~~~~