I don't know why Kotarou freaked out. Security didn't see it so why'd he start yelling? He told me what an ass I was and that idiot just stood there glaring. Kotarou told me to go. I did. If he didn't want me there, I wouldn't torture myself by staying. By the time I got home, I was pissed. I no longer felt that empty feeling when thinking about what he said to me. In fact, even if he did hate me, I wouldn't care. I know that sounds kind of messed up, but it's true. I wanted to be angry with him. If that feeling disappeared, were else would I turn to? I don't want to fall for Kotarou. He's my cousin for cryin' out loud! I can't fall for him because A) I would never be able to touch him, B) again, he's my cousin, and C) He hates me more than anything.

I heard the roar of a motorcycle engine and peered out my window. I watched as Kotarou took off his helmet and ruffled his hair. Something I had never seen him do. He was beautiful even without his hair neatly trimmed and gouped up with hair products. I saw him laugh and Yuuto took off his helmet as well, smiling suggestively. He handed Kotarou a bag and said his goodbyes, from what I could tell through the glass window. I put on my usual uncaring, tortured soul look. For me, It is so much easier than smiling. I stalked out of my bedroom and met him halfway in the hallway. "What'd you buy?"

"None of your business. Go kill something." He tried to rush past me, but I held my arm up and leaned on the wall so that I was blocking his way.

"What's with the attitude? I was being polite, having a civilized conversation….."

"Civilized? You? Ha!" he snorted. "Yuuto's more civilized than you and he's every one's manwhore!"

I clicked my tongue. "Are you suggesting that if I become someone's whore, I'll be more civilized?" I stepped closer to him and my features softened as I bent closer to his eyelevel. We were only inches apart, I noticed, and wanted so badly to close that space between us. Fear etched across his face and I continued, "I think that's hardly civilized, don't you?"

He gulped and tried to hide the fact that he was afraid. "Well," he said sarcastically, "You could always get a life and quit screwing around with everyone else's. That would be great."

I stared at him for a moment and cocked my head to the side. "Now who's uncivilized?"

His jaw dropped. Then he blinked. "Get out of my way, creep or I'll resort to violence." He warned.

I paid no mind to the venom he put into his words. "You'll resort to violence? Hmm, very interesting…"

"Move it!!" He put a hand on my chest and pushed me back wards. I tripped, grabbing his wrist and dragging him down with me. I landed on my back with him laying on my stomach. I panicked and rolled him completely over so that I was sitting on his stomach. He cried in outrage and tried to push me off. I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Let me up!!"

"Kotarou, LISTEN!" For the first time, he stopped and listened. I realized our hands were touching and the past didn't come to me. It was like a weight lifting off my shoulders. I knew the curse wasn't gone, but here in front of me was my reprieve. My ticket away, if only for a few moments. "I know we haven't ……………… Kota, I have a….." How was I going to put this? Only one thing popped into my mind and I said it. I spoke quickly and clearly so he wouldn't miss it, " Kotarou, I love you."

For a moment, time stopped. We didn't move. Didn't breathe. Didn't dare look away from each other. I was anxiously waiting for his reaction, but I hoped it would be a good one. Finally, tears sprang to his eyes and rolled down his face. He laughed. A real laugh. Nothing etched with any other emotion, but humor. I released him and looked away as I stood up. I thought I would die right then. "What's so funny?" I choked.

"You cannot be serious! You're a queer!!?? Oh the chicks at school are gonna have a fit with this!" He didn't stop laughing when I left that house.