She looked down at him once more and turned to leave before pausing and kneeling down in front of him once more. She carefully pushed back his hair and almost imperceptibly brushed her lips against Kai's forehead.
"Goodnight Kai." She whispered before leaving quietly...


Chapter 12.

Kai let out a low groan as he forced his eyes open. He felt horrible. He looked around and noted that he was in his own home on his settee but he couldn't for the life of him think of how he'd gotten there. The last thing he remembered was going out to the shop. He hoped nobody had seen him. He didn't usually let himself get into such a state that he couldn't remember what he'd done. Alcohol was one of his few vices and he enjoyed the odd glass but last night he didn't even remember using a glass. He pushed aside the blanket that was covering him and stretched. He was still fully clothed and they didn't feel very nice on him. He gave the shirt a sniff and pulled away in disgust. He peeled it off as he walked to the stairs. He needed a shower and he needed it now.

Ten minutes later Kai was washed, shaven and dressed in a clean casual shirt and trousers. He went down to the kitchen and switched on the kettle. His hair was damp from the shower and kept flopping over his face. He irritably pushed it back and paused. The movement felt strange to him. He'd done it a million times before but just then it had stirred something inside him. He shook off the feeling as déjà vu, and continued making his coffee.

Several hours later, Kai was busy in his office when he heard a knock at the door. He wasn't expecting anyone and he was half hoping it was Ray so that he could apologise, not that he would physically say the words, but Ray would know he was sorry. Ray could always understand what people were saying even if they weren't actually saying it.
He went to open the door and was shocked at who was there.
"Jiraya?"
"Hi Kai." Jiraya said cautiously. "May I come in?"
Kai was a little taken aback. Jiraya was the last person he had expected to see, after what he'd said to her at the bar. Should he let her in and risk a conversation with her, or should he turn her away and just forget they'd ever met. He eventually came to a decison.
"Yes. Come in." He replied confidently.
Jiraya walked past Kai into the hallway. It looked a lot different in the light then it had done the previous night when it was dark, although it held the same minimalist decoration as the living room.
Kai shut the door behind her and strode ahead into the kitchen. Jiraya followed. "Would you like a drink?"
"Yes please. Just water, thank you."
Kai poured the drink and then sat down at the table, purposely choosing the chair furthest away from Jiraya.
Jiraya took a sip of her drink. She was here. She was in Kai's house, but now what should she do. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and cautiously looked up at Kai who was staring steadfastly across the table at her, as if he saw it as a challenge to not look away from her and show that he was uncomfortable too.
"Just so you know Kai, there's no hard feelings about the other night."
Kai wasn't quite sure what to make of that. He'd been extremely rude to Jiraya, and had left her, with no explanation, in a bar, on her own. How could that not have upset her.
"Ok. Good.." He really wanted to apologise, just say sorry for what he'd done, but the words stuck in his throat. Saying sorry meant admitting he was wrong and Kai couldn't to that. It wasn't him.
Jiraya looked quizzically at Kai. He'd looked like he'd been about to say something but then no words had come out of his mouth.

The two sat in silence for several minutes. Jiraya started to regret coming here, this wasn't going to solve anything. How could you get close to a man who wouldn't even let you be near him? She sighed and looked down at the table.
Kai meanwhile was still staring at Jiraya. He couldn't take his eyes off her, not only because he wanted to prove he wasn't afraid, but because she looked so sad. She looked defeated, as if she'd given up. He hated to see her like that. He wanted to stop her feeling sad, but how could he do that without proving himself weak. He mentally kicked himself. He was thinking of feelings again. Why was he doing this? He'd never done it before. What was so different about this one girl that made him feel so strange? His eyes dipped towards the table but he quickly shifted his gaze back to Jiraya. She sighed and her whole body drooped. Kai's resolve faltered and he nearly got out of his chair and went over to her. He wanted to hold her, to make her feel safe... but he didn't. He simply sat there, as if he were carved in stone.
Jiraya hadn't noticed the flickering emotions crossing Kai's face as she'd sat there willing herself to get up and leave because her visit here had been pointless. There was nothing she could do that would ever get through to Kai. Although... she had nothing to lose and nothing to gain at this point, she could just try anything. She could go for something completely uncharacteristic and spontaneous and it wouldn't matter. She dragged her eyes off of the table and looked up at Kai. He was still staring resolutely down the table at her. She pushed herself up off the chair and walked around to where Kai was sitting. She went quickly not wanting to give herself the chance to back out. Kai stood also, thinking that perhaps she was going to leave so this awkwardness could end. Jiraya continued straight up to Kai until their noses were almost touching and captured Kai's lips in a firm but gentle kiss. She felt Kai's whole body tense up at the sudden invasion of his personal space. Jiraya broke the kiss and ran out the kitchen and of the house as fast as her legs could carry her, not wanting to hear Kai reject her...


Another chapter already. Wow. I've never written anything this quick (apart from maybe an essay that I'd left to the night before it was due in). Hope you like this one. I kind of like it. Although the more I do this story the more critical I'm getting of my work, but I guess everyone does that. I always pick more holes in my own work than anybody elses. Anoybody else do that?