A/N: Oooh... yikes... some of you guys are a real mess.. you- you've got a little soup in your hair- actually, no, it's all over you...

Looks like I can't control my characters! Sorry, Hizuru, sometimes, has violent tendencies... Just a few minutes ago I had to duck into my closet when yet another bowl of soup flew out of nowhere... *heavy sigh* Now I'm hiding in my closet, growing mushrooms, and updating my story. I'm hiding from my own characters- gee, where's the respect?! )':

Thanks, to those who reviewed! Now, please enjoy.

Chapter 5

Distractions, Distractions!

Hizuru woke up slowly, blinking her eyes open in the darkness of the room. Yawning, she sat up, and her foot brushed against something behind her.

"Huh?" She twisted, catching sight of a young, handsome man with a pair of black wings cradling his resting figure.

He moved his arm slight, his leg bumping her foot once again as he switched positions, making his face turn to hers. Then, just as slowly as she had, he opened his eyes and looked to see her staring back at him with an equally as confused face.

And then-

"Kurama..." She said calmly, blinking again at him.

"Hmmf." He groaned back. He looked just as surprised, though it quickly subsided into an uncaring glance.

"Are we asleep on the floor together?"

He propped himself up on one elbow, checking the surrounding area. Books were scattered all around them, and yes, they were on the floor. Turning back to her, he nodded.

"Looks like it."

"Oh. Okay."

Turning around with her back now facing him, she sighed and started to fall back asleep.

His mouth dropped open. "What's wrong with you?"

"What?" Her voice was a grumpy sigh.

"You're not going to throw anything at me, wow that's generous." He said, standing up and stretching. He walked over to the window, looking out at the quickly darkening evening.

"That was just me blowing off some steam. I was in a bad mood earlier. But I'm not going to apologize so don't ask me to."

A vein twitched in his forehead as he turned around to face her. She was still lying like that on the floor, curling her legs up closer to her chest, her hair splayed out behind her like a chocolate fan.

"We must have fallen asleep while reading." He yawned, walking over to the other side of the room and turning on the light. He looked back at her and smirked.

She was kind of cute. When she wasn't yelling at him and throwing knives.

He frowned. And plucking his feathers!

"Hizuru!" He barked, looking at the black feathers scattered around her. "How many times did you pluck me?!"

"What?" She turned, rolling over onto one of the open books. Sitting up, she rubbed an eye and looked at the scattered mess around her. "Oh. Dunno."

He tensed up as she shrugged, his face showcasing an eminent, throbbing vein showing just how peeved he was.

"Gee, calm down tengu. I didn't mean to," She withheld a laugh. "'Ruffle your feathers'."

Bird puns. They're funny. She decided this in her head as she withheld another giggle.

"Stop calling me a tengu. I've made my new name as a fallen angel." He gruffly replied, folding his arms and practically pouting.

This time she couldn't withhold the laugh. He tensed up again as she smirked into her wrist.

"Oi! How is that funny?"

"Nevermind. I should probably go now." She stood up, shaking some feathers out of her hair, though they seemed to like to cling to her. She was covered in his feathers, like some skinny girl-bird. "Thanks for helping me today."

He folded his arms and smiled. "Well, how are you going to repay me?"

She walked forward until she was standing directly in front of him, looking him in the eyes. He had a height advantage on her, and he was super hot, and though he smirked when he saw her come up to him with a blush on her face, he looked a bit questionable when she didn't back down, or faint on account of their close proximity.

She shrugged. "Come up with something for me. If this is going to continue until my curse is gone, then I guess I have to earn my keep."

"Well, it'll take a lot to repay me. But, since I'm so great," He smirked, turning his back on her and letting his wings brush just in front of her face. "I guess I can, be generous, and let you off the hook with something simple."

*PLUCK!*

He tensed, hurrying away from her and glaring when he turned to see her placing another of his feathers behind her ear. "Don't act like such a Prima Donna." She commented, and then brushed past him. "Where's the bathroom?"

He grumbled in place, folding his arms and not telling her where it was. She could get lost in his house for all he cared. He glanced over at the feather-scattered floor, and let out an annoyed sigh. Some kinda weird feather obsession she had- that strange, strange girl...

"Aahh!"

Kurama spun around quickly, his demon senses tingling at the sound of her scream. Where had she gone off to now?

"...Kurama, what the hell!"

He wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing what she sounded so pissed about, but then again, he found himself walking in the direction of one of his several elegant bathrooms. (It was a big house, after all).

"Kurama," Hizuru turned to him as he stood in the doorway, his tall figure filling the space up easily. His eyes glanced over her face, which looked... appalled. And was flushed a deep red in shameful embarrassment. Then his eyes found what was in her hands, and he froze up, stiffening like a statue.

Hizuru had in her hands a magazine. But not just any magazine. It was one that had likely scarred her virgin eyes for the rest of five billion eternities to come. Carefully, she covered her face with a hand, wanting to hide it from him in her immense embarrassment. Just what did he do with a magazine like that- no- no, she didn't want to know. Ew, ew, EW what was her imagination coming up with!?

"Take it. Just take it." She thrust her arm forward, her fingers barely hanging onto the dangling magazine.

Kurama, however, was still frozen in the doorway.

"I- that's um, that's not-" Oh shit. He thought, he sounded so, very, guilty. Hell, he felt the guilt seep into him in a wave of shame. "That's not mine."

She finally took her hand away from her face and glared at him. In a hard voice, she said; "It's not yours."

And then she was throwing things again.

"Not yours?!" She threw the magazine at his head, and then grabbed a roll of toilet paper next to her and chucked that. Kurama ducked and turned, but she just kept throwing stuff. "What's more lame than you actually having such a magazine in your possession, is the fact that you can't own up to it! Egugh, you idiot! You pervert!" She walked up to him then, and grabbed the magazine in front of his feet. Lifting it, she shoved it into his chest, leaning up on tip toes to get closer to his face. "You really are disgusting!"

Kurama moved aside quickly so that she could push past him and down the hall. His eyes followed her for a moment, and then he looked down at the magazine he was now clutching to his chest. A light blush overcame his features, and then he dropped the magazine and followed after her.

He got to the doorway of the bedroom, and saw that she had calmed down a bit and was now gathering her bag with only a slightly appalled look on her face. He cleared his voice, and leaned against the door frame. Her eyes shot up and found his, and for a moment, they just stared, neither of them moving.

"I am a guy." He stated. It was all that he could say. He wasn't particularly good with awkward talks.

And yet he could sweet talk an entire crowd? Ugh. Where was his silver tongue now, when he needed it to get out of a highly embarrassing situation!

"That's funny, I thought for sure you were a girl." She huffed, hugging her arms around herself with her bag in hand. This was obviously as awkward for her as it was for him- they both shifted uncomfortably underneath the other's gaze.

"I..." He started, and then ran a hang over his face, brushing it past his hair and composing himself. "Whatever. That never happened. When should you come over next time?"

She scrunched her nose at him in distaste. "Come over here? I don't wanna come here anymore. Why can't we just-"

"Okay," He shrugged, and then folded his arms. "If you want the paparazzi swarming your house, then we'll go there instead."

He heard the low grumble in her throat, and then she was hurrying past him and out the door. He turned his eyes on her for a moment, and then decided on following.

When she was putting her shoes on and they were both standing in the entryway of his house, she turned to him and he just stared off at the wall plainly, his arms folded and his lips slightly pursed. When he caught her looking at him, he eyed her for a moment before she spoke.

"If you want to be a pervert, go ahead. Just don't leave that kind of stuff lying around when I come over. Can you do after school tomorrow?"

Kurama blinked, and then decided to grin. "Oh, I dunno. I'm pretty busy tomorrow."

Her narrowed glance caught his eye. "I will pluck you."

Immediately he shied away from her, grumbling unhappily about her being a freaky something or other. "Look, I really do have something tomorrow. It's a photo shoot for the cover of a music magazine-" He winced. Magazine... "Anyway, you could come with if you want."

It was meant as a joke, and yet, she had taken him seriously.

"If I can bring some of your curse books with me, before we go, then I'll just come and study while you're busy posing or whatever." She shrugged, turning around to face the door.

"...Okay." Kurama was curious about how that would all work out. He smirked. Like she'd get any studying done- with him posing in all his sexy fallen angel glory mere feet from her! "After school tomorrow then."

Hizuru opened the front door while nodding, and breathed in the rain-tainted air. It looked like a storm had passed. Also, it looked really dark out now... she reached for her phone and pulled it out to check the time, wincing when she saw how late it was. "Already nearing ten thirty... yikes, we must have slept, like, half the time."

Meanwhile, Kurama had his own phone pulled out and was calling his driver. When he was done with that, he turned around, starting to walk away from the strange nuissance of a girl. "My driver will be by to pick you up in a few minutes. Feel free to wait in the hall or outside, I don't care. He'll take you straight home."

She turned around to glimpse him stretching his arms and pulling them behind his head as he walked away. "Better not have any pervy magazines lying around when I come here tomorrow!" She called, though he just made a scoffing sound, brushing off her comment as he turned around the next corner and started up the stairs.

Damn that crow... She thought, shaking her head and deciding on waiting outside. No way was she staying in his house alone any longer with him. Not with a pervert like him!

She shuddered, blushing at remembering the magazine. She really would never have guessed that, despite him being yokai, and a popstar, he really was just like every other perverted hormonal teenage boy.

Stupid pervy tengu.

TIME SKIP~

Luckily, when Hizuru had gotten home, Peppi was asleep, as was her sister. Unluckily, when she had woken up, dressed herself and all that, and then headed to school, she received a fairly angry text as she neared the doors of her school. And, not wanting to put the blame on Kurama since then she wouldn't be allowed to see him today, and she needed to be able to work with him about her curse, she blamed herself. She quickly texted Peppi saying she had left Kurama's house at a fairly early time, but had gotten distracted on her way home by some friends- girl friends- from school. Peppi, seeing no harm as long as no young men were involved, texted her saying all this motherly nonsense that ended with a warning on her not to stay out so late again.

And then she had said that she wanted to meet Hizuru's new friends.

"I'm going to die... I am so dead..." Hizuru was in a depressed, dizzying state of worry when she walked down the halls, and then, as she wasn't paying attention, accidentally walked into the wrong room.

"Oh!"

She looked up, seeing a girl who looked... just like her. Sort of.

"Wow," Hizuru stated, just standing there as, Nanami, if she remembered correctly, stood there and offered a slight smile. "It's like looking into a mirror..."

"Hi Hizuru-san! It's nice to see you again." The other brunette offered, to which Hizuru smiled.

"Hi Nanami." She said, and then peered over her shoulder at Tomoe, who was standing directly behind Nanami. "Tomoe- I see you're as clingy and devoted as the last time I saw you."

The blunt truth of her words, caused by the curse, (and a part of her that really liked to make fun of the fox yokai) , caused Tomoe to take a quick step away from Nanami, though still very close by, and snarl at Hizuru. "If you didn't look so much like my master, I'd enjoy contemplating how to cook you, like I did with the crow."

Nanami gasped, smacking Tomoe, who blinked more-or-less innocently at her. "Tomoe!"

Hizuru just laughed it off, though. "Well, I don't know what I'd taste like. Maybe like miso soup, since I eat it so much. Speak of the crow, where is Kurama? Isn't this his classroom too?" She peered around, seeing all of the other boys and girls mingling, yet no pop star sensation with his group of fan girls.

Tomoe raised an eyebrow. "Are you two well-aquinted?"

Hizuru just waved his question off with a hand. "Nah, no. I just found one of his porno magazines yesterday and wanted to ask him if he got rid of it, since I walked in here and all."

Tomoe's eyes widened at her words, and Nanami's lip trembled, her face caught in utter horror and confusion and embarrassment, as she tried to find her words. "Th-that's... umm..."

Hizuru, finally realizing she couldn't just be so blunt with people, looked immediately to Nanami and stopped her search of the room. "Oh, uh, sorry!" She blinked, trying to think of something. "I mean, yes, that happened, it's true. But- erm, that's probably his only one? And- he is a guy after all, sooo... it's normal. For him to have that sort of thing."

Nanami still looked blushy and nervous, and Tomoe just looked the perfect mixture of appalled, curious, and amused. He was probably thinking about how Kurama couldn't get a real woman and had to result to other methods, Hizuru could practically read the thoughts collected in the smirk on his face. And she didn't know why, and it's not like she liked Kurama, but she got defensive. Maybe because Tomoe was just too damn smug for his own good.

"Hey, fox boy." His eyes snapped to her. "Don't go judging it. Like I said, it's normal."

He looked so very, very amused as he stared at her. "Really? Because I've never had such a thing in my possession. It all seems so tasteless to me."

She smirked right back at him, folding her arms. "Oh, that's because you're so addicted to the real thing. Tell me, exactly how many times have you had sex with, and, or, forced yourself on a woman?"

Tomoe looked completely abashed. Then a bit shocked and confused. Why would he be confused? It was only obvious, due to the wild energy surrounding him, that he had to be a wild fox yokai long ago who did terrible, cringe-worthy things. She had only guessed correctly.

Enraged as he stood there absorbing her words, he moved. He moved before Nanami could pull him back, he reached out to try to grasp Hizuru's wrists and pull her forward, for a serious talk, a threatening look, or maybe something else even worse, Hizuru sort of feared that look in his eye. But then, before he could get a firm grasp on her, a body stepped between her and the fox.

"Lashing out at a woman? You're much too easily provoked, kitsune."

"Kurama?" Hizuru mumbled, staring at his back, which was placed directly in front of her face now. He glanced over his shoulder at her, an uninterested look in his eye, but also, there was something else. Some kind of warning glint hidden in there. Then, he turned back to face the growling silver-haired demon behind him.

Tomoe straightened himself to his full height, as if to threaten, trying to size-up Kurama. "Ya damn crow. I had good reason to be provoked."

"Fine, fine," Kurama shrugged, placing his hands deep in his pockets. "But I would never lash out at a girl. No matter the reason."

Hizuru took a step back and watched, intrigued, with her interest piqued. Kurama stepping in to save her- this was... weird.

Tomoe's sharp eyes narrowed. "Quit acting, tengu."

Kurama shifted slightly, so that he was leaning forward a bit, into Tomoe's personal space. Tomoe's nose scrunched up in disgust. "I wouldn't have to play the charming hero, fox, if you weren't so damn unpleasant." Then he leaned back, smirking. "You were scaring her. I couldn't just stand by and watch."

Hizuru suddenly grabbed Kurama's arm, effectively getting his surprised attention. He stared over his shoulder at her, a slightly curious look on his face.

"I wasn't scared. Just kind of intimidated. Pft." She rolled her eyes, releasing her hold on him. "Idiot."

Then she gave Tomoe a nod, who stared at her with folded arms and raised, skeptical eyebrows, and she smiled at Nanami, who looked dizzy from the drama that had taken place. Then, without a last look at Kurama, she turned herself around. "Now I better get to class. Kurama, I just wanted to tell you to make sure to keep your perverted magazines locked up before I come over today."

As she left the room, she could hear Kurama making a short huff of offense before she left. She could bet his face was red in embarrassment, but turning around to look back would make the exit look less impressive, so she restrained herself and instead went straight to her classroom, smirking and giggling in her head all the way.

"Kuuuurrrraammaa!"

Hizuru cringed as several annoying, although beautiful, models practically threw themselves at her companion. Why, again, had she agreed to this? She was starting to regret her decision, especially when Kurama caught her eye and smiled self-importantly with some sort of stupid haughty glint in his eyes.

"Excuse me?"

Turning around, she saw a young man, possibly a year or two older than Kurama, and very, very attractive, too. His smile was dimpled and charming, and he had not a haughty look in his eye, but rather, an intelligent gleam. Those eyes were a light, dusty orange, framed by rectangular glasses set on his nose, which were part of what made him have an sense of intelligence about him.

"Yes?" She asked, hoping her tongue would not betray her. She didn't want her curse to point out anything wrong with him- after all, he looked all important.

"Who are you?" He prodded, and then, he glanced over to where Kurama was being swarmed and pushed by girls back into a wall. "You with him?"

She moved her arm in Kurama and the model's direction. "Yeah, well, I sort of am. I mean, I came here with him..." She looked up into his light orange eyes, curious as to why he approached her, of all people.

He looked her up and down. Her, dressed still in her school uniform, her light chocolate hair flowing down to her waist and curving slightly at the ends, in a pretty way, though she knew her bangs were a bit messily styled, and her wide, too-big-for-her-face doe eyes that stood out against her pale skin. She was shorter than the models by a lot, too, and though she was skinny, she had pretty much no chest. Yep- knowing what she looked like, she felt super uncomfortable under the gaze of his analyzing, skeptical eyes.

"What's Kurama doing with a petty schoolgirl like you?"

Her mouth nearly dropped in shock, but she instead, ignored him completely and turned around, following after Kurama, who was being pushed further and further by the models. Jeez, people in the music business, were crude and unbearable. Really judgmental and mean. She felt like an animal placed in the wrong exhibit.

"Kurama." She trudged up to him, and three models turned and, she could swear, they hissed at her. Completely ignoring them like she had with the guy, she looked up at a smirking Kurama. His shirt was being pulled off by a model and she had to gulp to focus. Gee, when had she gotten so easily distracted by just some bare skin? "Kurama, where can I go to study?" She held up the book they'd picked up from his apartment. It was thick, like an encyclopedia, black as night, and the cover had ghostly-white writing on it that read: CURSES Vol. III.

"I don't care where you go, just don't get in anyone's way." She heard the voice behind her, and then she turned around to see the guy with the glasses, who gaver her a less-than-friendly stare and raised his eyebrows. "That's an interesting book."

She pulled the book down and huffed, still set on ignoring him, and turned towards a table that she could see next to the dressing rooms. She eyed that, then looked to Kurama, who was basically being stripped down by the girls in the hallway, and decided she couldn't focus there. About to go on a search for a private room, she heard the same voice from before, now behind her, once again.

"There's a table you can work at where the photo shoot is taking place. Like I said, don't get in anyone's way." He was pointing towards where there was a big set of umbrella-like structures, cameras, photographers sitting in tall chairs, and other 'fun' stuff awaited.

Grudgingly, Hizuru walked over into the mess, stepped aside to an empty table, and opened up Volume III. Time to research. She and Kurama had gotten pretty much nowhere last night, so she had to make some headway on her own now.

"Alright! Enough, ENOUGH, ladies! Kurama needs to get into his costume and then it's off to make-up. Go wait in your dressing rooms until I call you."

Hizuru rolled her eyes.

Lights, camera, action. Pft.

A little over an hour later and the shoot was now deep in progress. The laughing and mewling of the models was just behind her ear, she could swear, and it was driving her mad.

"These people." She leaned forward, staring at the wall as she heard more females praising Kurama. "They're deranged."

"That's what I used to think."

Suddenly, the orange-eyed, glasses-wearing guy was back at her side. Peering at her with this weird look, he looked more snotty and arrogant than she had first realized. "But don't insult my models. At least they can do their job right."

Hizuru, under no impression to be kind and sociable with this man, only shook her head, pretty much ignoring him when she mumbled quietly to herself; "Please. Looks like they're just standing and flirting. Anyone could just stand there and look good."

A chair was pulled aside, and then the guy was next to her. Sighing, she stole a side-glance at him. He looked so serious, and particularly offended.

"Jeez, loosen up a little bit. I won't be here for long, so it's not like you have to talk to me." She cut him off, right as he opened his mouth to probably tell her off. And then, "Look on the bright side. At least I haven't offended you, personally, yet."

He gave her a quizzical look. "What?"

Hizuru laughed to herself, albeit sadly, and then sighed. "I'll leave the meaning to that a mystery."

He gave her another quick once over, and then stood up and walked away.

These darned people. She thought, and then turned in her seat to watch the photo shoot. Hey, she wasn't reading or getting any research done, the noise was unbearable, so she might as well see what the fuss was about.

Kurama was all dressed up. His hair was perfect, as was his face and all the rest of him.

"Of course." She muttered. And then she took a closer look.

Kurama was clad in a long black coat. A model at his side, and two at his feet, as if praising him, and then he had his wings fanning out, spread proudly and all showy behind him. (She wondered how that worked- did everyone just assume they were a part of the costume?) The coat was unbuttoned, showing no shirt beneath, just his bare pale skin, and the slight definition of his muscles. She immediately tried looking elsewhere, and coaxed her eyes down more, over his lean torso to the skinny jeans planted and kept to his hips with a studded belt. His legs looked longer than usual in the tight leather fabric, and when he thrust his hips to one side, her eyes followed, the motion almost... mesmerizing.

Distractions, distractions...

Looking up, she could swear, he'd been looking at her. But, he had his head turned, just peeking over his shoulder, and all she could see was his wings and the coy smile that was barely showing just behind all the feathers. Finding herself shivering, (though the room was average temperature) and her skin prickling (though all that touched her was air) she had to turn fully around in order to regain her sense of control.

So, maybe he was smoldering, and looked really attractive while posing for the camera in his current attire. Anyone would think that. At least she wasn't fawning over him like the models, practically praising his name like a god's. At least she wasn't fainting at the sight of him (though she did feel slightly dazed, if only for a few seconds). At least she was one of the sane people here. Well, she was probably the only sane person there.

"Ahh, Kurama, you're so dazzling!"

"Kurama, can you strike that pose again?!"

"Kurama! Your muscles are so hard!"

"These feathers look amazing on you..."

"Kurama, Kurama, Kurama! Kyaaa~"

...

Yeah she was the only sane person here.

Kurama stepped out of the dressing room with a sigh that meant only one thing- he felt happy and fulfilled. He'd received pleasures upon pleasures of attention, and that's all he ever really wanted. All eyes on him, to see his hotness. So, it was a good end to the usual photo shoot.

"Yo." He said, upon seeing Hizuru waiting just outside his dressing room. The models had already left (but not without him enticing more squeals from them and blowing kisses and just being- well- Kurama. And since the models had left, that just left him, and this girl. And a few photographers mumbling over the pics. in the back.

She faced him slowly, the book clamped to her chest with her arms. Looking up at him with those big brown eyes, he stopped himself for a moment. She looked different than usual. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Hi. Can we leave? I could barely focus in this atmosphere." She mumbled, completely avoiding eye contact.

He smirked and leaned forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Should we head back to my place, then?" He suggested darkly.

Before she could smack his hand away, someone else had.

"Though I don't know the reason why you're hanging around this little thing, I don't want you touching her."

Kurama blinked with a surprised look in his eye, at some guy with glasses. "Who are you?" He asked, out of mere curiosity more than anything else.

"Me?" The guy looked puzzled, like Kurama should definately know who he is. "We've met a few times before. I'm your manager's son."

That's when Kurama remembered. "Katsu-san, ah. Nice to meet you again."

Katsu did not return the greeting. He, instead, and to Kurama's surprise, wrapped a long arm around the staring Hizuru. "Yeah, yeah. Look, back to what I was saying- I've decided I like to have this girl around. She entertains me, actually having a brain, unlike the models I've dated, and so I don't want you scaring her off. So don't touch her so much, it's only obvious it makes her uncomfortable."

Kurama blinked, and turned his head to Hizuru as she coughed awkwardly and tried to slink out of Katsu's arm. "Hypocrite..." She mumbled, while pulling away. And, seeing her dislike of other men, and not just him, boosted Kurama's ego. So, now he knew that at least it wasn't something wrong with him. She just was some weird girl who didn't fall head over heels for hot men- weird.

"Look, I'm just helping her out with a project." Kurama laughed as Katsu looked down at Hizuru in offense as she slid away from him. "And anyway, she's allowed to leave my side whenever she wants." His tone was suddenly serious. "It's not like she's my girlfriend."

With a flick of his head, Katsu made a 'hmf' noise, his blonde ponytail whipping over his shoulder as he moved. "Whatever."

And then he was walking away, but not before grinning at Hizuru, and calling out; "Feel free to return her and work on your little project whenever you want."

Kurama looked at Hizuru, who was scowling at Katsu's back as he retreated around the corner. Then, her round brown eyes found his narrow grey ones, and she was scowling at him. "You hang around the worst kind of people."

He smirked, reaching for her bag for her. She looked surprised at his gentlemanly gesture, but he just shrugged at her and started walking. Sometimes, when she looked at him in that way Nanami has before, and when she stopped acting like a maniac and was just standing there, all cute and doe-eyed, it was, on occasion, a sight worth seeing. He supposed.

Distractions, distractions...

A/N: So I really have no idea where this chapter went. I think I might have just mentally-vomited all over the page.

First Kurama's a perve, then he's a hero, then he's being fawned over by models, and then he starts noticing how Hizuru isn't half bad...

And then, with Hizuru. First she's all mellow, and then she finds his magazine, and then it's all awkward, and then at school she's snappy at Tomoe. (they don't like each other, if you didn't catch that ;) And then at the shoot she's annoyed, and sort of has the hots for Kurama, if only for a few short moments when she's ogling him, distracted temporarily.

And then, at random, some random other hot guy randomly seems interested in her. Not, like, to any extremes, but he wants to see her around more. Random.

So, basically, (sort of) I have this all worked out in my head. (Sorta) You'll just have to wait and see- but I promise it will all be good :) I'm pretty sur of myself.

I just wanted to hurry the story line along, so now there's another guy added into the mix. Will Kurama get jealous? Well, it's just too early to say for sure.

With love, and hopes, and dreams, and cerulean blue kisses~

CK :*

Wow, that was a corny, cheesy goodbye. Let's try this again.

Um, goodbye.

(Much better) *enthusiastic thumbs up* p.s- reviews are happily, happily accepted!