Disclaimer: Yay! Chapter 5. Thank you all for the continuous reviews! I really appreciate them. Yes, hopefully you will all read who gets cursed next!

Chapter 5: Next Victim

After that embarrassing receptionist incident, Kazahaya trudged off to bed extremely angry. He pulled the covers over his head not wanting to talk to Rikuo. He heard the shower running. He dozed for a few minutes before a lump fell down next to him.

Kazahaya shivered in shock as a hand touched his back. The hand was lifted as the huge lump turned over. What was that all about?

After a while, Kazahaya figured Rikuo was alseep. He rolled over, now was his chance to slip out of the bed and get his emergency pillow and blanket stash. He slipped as lightly as he could out of the bed and fell to the floor. He looked under the bed. The pillows were gone.

Shocked and annoyed, Kazahaya moved stealthily towards the drawers. Opening them slowly, he found that there was no restock.

He looked over at the bed with Rikuo sleeping soundly. It couldn't be. No, really he wouldn't go that far!

Glaring at his back he whispered, "Dammit! You evil perverted bastard!"

Not really wanting to return to bed anymore, he pulled on some slippers and decided to leave and look at the sword again. It was about two in the morning.

As soon as the door closed Rikuo opened his eyes. "That idiot," He said sitting up.

He pulled on slippers and followed Kazahaya out of the room.

-

Kazahaya walked up the same set of stairs he and Rikuo had traveled a few hours before. He stood in front of the closet wondering if he should veen dare open it. But curiousity got the better of him and he opened it.

A faint glow illuminated the room. The sword was hovering in the middle of a maid's closet. It would have been pretty if the thing itself wasn't so dangerous. It wasn't rusty, in fact it still retained it's gleaming silver cover. The hilt was threads and fabrics that were artfully wrapped.

Maybe he could take it back now. Yes, there were gloves on one of the shelves next to him. He took one. Maybe it would repel the force of the sword.

He touched it.

-

A great white light was coming from the same closet that Rikuo and Kazahaya had found the receptionist.

"YOU IDIOT!" Rikuo yelled down the hallway. He didn't care if it woke people up, all he knew was that Kazahaya was being cursed in that closet.

The closet door opened before he got to it. He stopped. Kazahaya walked out slowly. The image before him wasn't good.

A woman with great red eyes was glaring down at him. As she glared, she drifted down and her spirit seemed to fall into Kazahaya. His eyes glowed a little for a moment and then he ran.

A guest room door flew open across the hallway in front of the closet. He ran into the open doorway and Rikuo followed.

Kazahaya was standing on the balcony. Rikuo came out and stopped short. It was very cold outside. The pool was below them. Kazahaya was staring at the concrete ground around it.

Rikuo felt that if he said anything, it might be dangerous. Kazahaya's gazed shifted to Rikuo. They stared at each other for a few intense moments and then Kazahayas eyes widened in shocke. He cowered over a lounge chair. He seemed to be fighting with him self.

"Hnrrrgh!" and "Ahhh!" Were the sounds he kept emitting. His legs seemed to be working agianst him. He was walking and wincing over the edge of the balcony. Climbing onto the metal fence, he screamed.

And so did Rikuo, "KAZAHAYA!" Rikuo ran to him and tried to grab him, but it was too late, Kazahaya had already flung himself over the balcony. Rikuo made a few swipes, but Kazahaya was still falling.

Everything seemed to be working in slow procession.

"KAZAHAYA!"

A light silvery something was hovering above Kazahaya. Rikuo gasped at it, but bad decision. Kazahaya was now out of his reach.

"No!"

He was falling. Going to die...He would never see another Christmas.

Rikuo couldn't watch. He moved slowly back towards the wall, covering his face with his hand, he slumped against the wall.

"YOU IDIOT!" He screamed into the morning.

Rikuo couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and began pounding on the hard wall. "You stupid idiot! I'm going to..." But he was pounding so hard that his hands had started to bleed. It was because the wall was made of the evil concrete people used at the bottom of swimming pools that pick you as you walk along the bottom.

Rikuo was just about to think he didn't give a damn if his hands were bleeding, but then there was a loud splash as if someone had flung themselves into the pool below. His eyes wide, Rikuo ran over to the metal fence and saw A small body floating to the bottom of the hotel's pool.

Rikuo glared below. He bellowed, "IDIOT!"

-

Rikuo reached the pool, thankfully, without running into anyone. He ran so fast he wouldn't be surprised if he had made it in until two minutes. If he didn't get to the pool soon, Kazahaya would die for real this time.

Rikuo hadn't expected it, but the door was open for him. Not really thinking about it, he flung it open and dove into the pool. He brought Kazahaya's body to the surface.

Detecting a small pulse, he tried to make Kazahaya breath. Taking great gulps of breath, he performed CPR (!). It took ten tries to get him to breath again. Lifting his head off of Kazahaya's lips, he fell back onto the cool concrete slowly redrawing his breath.

"Ugh..." Kazahaya moaned. His head was dizzy. What had just happened? He remembered a falling sensation and closing his eyes and ice cold...then something warm on his mouth...

"UGH!" He said a little more loudly.

Panting, Rikuo looked up at Kazahaya and glared. He had just saved his life, what was his problem? "What's the matter with you?"

Kazahaya blushed. Who was this person? His brain was foggy. He was about to say something...but then...what?

Then there was darkness.

-

Rikuo sat over Kazahaya's sick and sleeping form after a hot shower drying his hair. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again...you really are an idiot."

Kazahaya was breathing heavily. Rikuo had tried to dry him as best as he could, but Kazahaya was still sick from the intense morning cold of the pool. The hotel must turn off the heating system at night. It got really cold. Rikuo wasn't sick, but he suffered more bodily chills than what a normal person might have.

He had noticed a glove on one of Kazahaya's hand. He figured that Kazahaya might have thought that by wearing the glove, the curse might not have had an effect. The poor idiot was wrong, just as he normally was...

Rikuo looked outside the window. If gloves didn't work, then what would? He looked around the room. Maybe a towel would work...or two towels, just for reassureance. No, no, no...a towel AND a pillow maybe...oh, and a bathrobe.

There, sure the plan was a little too Kazahaya for his taste, but there was no other way. Rikuo trudged upstairs in his pajamas to retrieve the sword. Hopefully his new invention would work against the curse. Did Kakei-san want the sword back in one piece? He could just as easily break it...

Tossing aside the towels, pillow, and bathrobe he walked a little faster down the hallway towards the maid's closet. It was so simple. Why hadn't he thought of it before?

He flung open the door. And there it was. Hovering and beautiful in the maid's closet. Rikuo concentrated all of his energy on the sword and...

BWAHAHAHAHAHA! YES! I have updated, but the ending...wow. My worst one yet. Don't worry. Hopefully this weekend, I'll update a lot more.