'So soft.' I thought, pressing my lips harder against his. His arms suddenly shot out and wrapped around my small body. I melted against him with a small sigh and closed my eyes. He tasted suspiciously like lollypops.

Our position on the floor was awkward, but I didn't care. Something good was finally happening out of all the bad things. I was suddenly picked up and I squeaked, breaking away from the kiss. He had flipped our positions so that he was sitting down and I was in his lap.

My cheeks darkened lightly at our position and my sudden aggressiveness, but I didn't have much time to think about it. His lips were on my own again and I slipped my hands around his neck.

I felt his hands running up and down my back and I purred slightly at the feeling. A smirk had curved his lips slightly and something was pushing against my lips, trying to get in. I let it in and moaned softly as it was immediately massaging my own.

As our tongues danced, I felt a hand slip under the back of my shirt and sit itself on the dip in my lower back. I crawled even closer to him and pressed myself fully against his body.

That's when I heard it. A small sigh had escaped him. I'd been waiting for the sign that I wasn't the only one affected by this sudden change in our behavior toward each other. I pulled away at the sound and he groaned at the loss of contact. I opened my eyes and giggled at his appearance. I had messed up his hair and his eyes were half open. He looked like a very sleepy boy (a very hot sleepy boy).

My giggle seemed to wake him from his glazed perspective and he looked at me. A few seconds passed were we didn't move then he sighed and closed his eyes. His sudden change in personality showed regret. My smile disappeared and I sighed as well before raising from his lap. His arms fell from my body and thumped slightly on the ground. He looked defeated.

'Good job, Yayoi, you just ruined your chances of staying here and made it awkward between you two in less than five minutes. I'm such a failure.' I thought, as I walked out of the room. There was no way he was going to let me stay when I just attacked him. He was already regretting it.

My tail drooped and my ears flattened on my head as I picked up my bag. There was no way I was going to stay here when I just made a huge mistake. Not that I was complaining at all. I really liked the kiss, but he apparently didn't (which didn't help my self-confidence at all).

The worst part was that he didn't chase after me, even when I was walking down the street. Not even a yell.

My heart clutched sharply in my chest as the rain beat my back. I was quick to move my damp hair from my face. The park was desolate of people and it filled with sadness in their place. My gaze drifted over the ground and I shivered painfully. My glasses had fallen to the ground earlier when I slipped in some water and broken. My chest hurt, I was wet and hungry, but my heart bothered me the most. The rejection I had tried to so hard to avoid had somehow followed me and ruined my chances of slight happiness.

My stomach rumbled painfully, reminding me that I hadn't eaten in a few days. I felt sick. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the pounding on my back. I groaned when I found it hard to open my eyes again and gave into my tired body. I lay down on the bench I sat at and used my soaked bag as my pillow. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I bent my body into a ball.

Sleep came to me quickly and my mind soon drifted on to dream land.

Kio's POV

'I'm such an idiot!! Of course he would run off if I rejected him! He's just a kid! I can't let him just run off! It would be my fault if something happened to him!' I moved my hair from my face as I ran down the side street between two apartments. I figured he wouldn't be stupid enough to stay in the rain, so I've been looking between building for two hours.

'What if he gets sick and dies!!!' I thought panicked. 'Stop that! He's not a baby. He's old enough to try and stay safe.' I scolded myself, trying to keep my panic in place. 'I should never have let him kiss me. I shouldn't have tried to kiss him and make him think it was okay. I'm turning out like Soubi!! I don't want to become a pedophile!!!'

I groaned as I came to another dead end and still not a sign of the green headed neko. My legs hurt and my lungs burned, but I didn't dare stop running. If he was hurt and I didn't get there fast enough then I wouldn't forgive myself. I quickly jogged to the next building and looked between it and the next. No sign of Yayoi.

On the other side is the park, but he wouldn't go to the park. Would he?

'He IS a kid, y'know. If you were a kid and you didn't know where to go and it was dark, then would you go between buildings? No, you'd go where you felt most comfortable.' My conscience was real annoying sometimes (heck, it's the one that made me stop kissing the kid), but it was right about that. Yayoi was probably lonely and wanted to go somewhere he's spent a lot of time.

I had feeling that the park should have been my first guess, but I needed to get there as soon as possible.

I huffed painfully as I pushed my legs to keep running. My body wasn't made for this. I was a painter for peat's sake!!! Luckily, the park wasn't that far away and I was quickly at the gate. Expecting the gate to be closed at this time of day, I was surprised to see it open wide. Dashing in quickly, I looked all around me. My vision was skewed because of the rain and I couldn't see much. I shivered lightly under my coat and pulled it closer to my body. This wasn't the best weather to be spending the night in the park. It was the boy's bad luck that it started raining right after he left.

My hair stuck to my forehead and my breath showed in the cold air. The rain was cold on my face and I feared how my little neko was holding up in this weather.

'Since when was he your little neko?' My conscious teased me.

'Since I said so!' I argued back and blocked out anymore responses it could come up with. I decided that I didn't care what anyone thought. If he would forgive me for my reaction to his kiss, then I'd do anything for him. There was no reason to deny that I liked him.

I ran through the park till I had looked in every nook and cranny. I sighed in defeat and collapsed on a bench. My heart squeezed at the thought of something happening to the poor boy that I'd come to like so much and tears came to my eyes. Scowling slightly, I rubbed hem away. For all I knew, he could have just gone home and I didn't know. I stood from the bench, my butt soaked, and started toward the exit of the park.

I was a few yards away from the gate when I saw a big lump on a bench. I gasped slightly and ran to the lump. My fears were right as I recognized the pail face from under the soaked hair. He was definitely a sight to see. His clothes (not fit for rain) clung to his small frame, his hair was matted and his ears were twitching uncontrollably, and he couldn't seem to stop shivering.

I panicked even more when I saw he was asleep and not replying to my calls. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I gently reached under him and scooped him up and into my arms. He unconsciously clutched my clothes and snuggled closer.

I had to take another deep breath as my body responded to his touches. My face heated up in embarrassment. Leave it to me to become aroused when I needed to stay serious and not when I was actually kissing him! I shifted him in my arms uncomfortably and headed out of the park. It took me a few seconds to realize I had left his pack on the bench and I groaned and went back to get it.

Trying to pick up the bag pack off the ground and not drop my load took me a few minutes, but I finally got it on my back. Ignoring the fact that it was messing up my hood and clutching my jacket took a lot of effort since I'm OCD about that kind of thing, but I did. Arriving on the sidewalk beside the park, I pulled my phone out of pocket and sat on a bench with the boy in my lap. Again, I had to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of the wet bench and my soggy jeans and the effects Yayoi was having on me.

Putting the phone to my ear and cradling the boy in my free arm, I called for a cab. I tried to shield him from the rain, but I didn't do much. I couldn't give him my jacket because it wouldn't do much good for us both to be sick and it wouldn't help him much since it was wet too. It took a few minutes for the cab to get there and every minute made me more and more agitated.

Finally the cab showed up and I quickly set the soaked bag on the floor and climbed in myself. With only a disapproving look from the driver because of the wet seats, I told him my apartment address and we drove off.

I bit my lip in sadness as my bundle shivered against me. It was my fault that he was like this, but I am determined to make everything better. I paid the driver and carried the boy and his bag up to my apartment. My arms ached slightly, but I paid them little attention as I laid the boy on the couch. I ran to my room and changed my clothes quickly and grabbed a big shirt and another pair of boxers. I grabbed two towels from the bathroom and quickly hurried back to the couch.

I felt his forehead and he felt a little hot. Deciding quickly, I gently took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Taking a towel, I patted his chest dry. His skin was very pale, but it was perfection. My member twitched and I groaned and quickly turned from him.

'No. No. No. Calm down. Not right now, please.' I pleaded, but my body didn't want to cooperate. I ran my hand down my face and decided to toughen it up. Turning around, I set to a task of taking off his pants. Ignoring my body, I pulled off his boxers as well. I bit my lip and dried off his lower body as quick as possible. Trying to get boxers on his lower half was harder than taking his off, but I tried not to think about it. Securing the boxers, I reached for the shirt that was resting on the back of the couch. The shirt was resting right beside his back pack and I glanced at it, but decided I'd mess with it after I got him done.

I pulled the shirt over his head and settled it on his small form. The shirt may have been big on me, but it was huge on him. It came to his knees! Coming to the problem of his hair, I was stumped. I didn't want to start brushing it and him wake up. Finally, I just wrapped it in a towel and laid his head on the couch pillow. I went to the closet and grabbed a few blankets. Throwing the blankets over him took a few seconds and I was soon just staring at the lump under the blankets.

Realizing that my own problem had not gone away, I escaped to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Note: Wow, I never realized how long this was. Okay, I guess the next one will be the last one, then. Oh, and since I haven't even gotten one message from anyone on the last one then I won't be posting the last till I get five reviews. If you can waste ten minutes to read this story then you could waste thirty seconds to write two words and click enter. NO FLAMING!! If you were in my place then you'd know why I'm asking this.