I feel as though time, all in and of itself, is escaping me. I'm not sure where it starts or where it eds but at least I use to know how fast it was going. In the human world life seems to capture time, ruin it, destroy it and change the pace at which you take it on. My flesh is become more sensitive to the weather as it changes from ice to water between the now ending or supposed to be ending winter. The wind still nips at my cheeks and my nose and I can find the occasional ache in the tips in my fingers from the coolness, but the news continues to report new signs of spring approaching and praising the city around me. I've been here for a year, maybe more or less, and yet the mind of a simpleton still confuses me. Their appearance, much like my own now, isn't so much as repulsive in symmetry but rather compelling and routine. A days thoughts can consist of anything. I have no plans. And if I do then they can be altered, just as I have been. My father has made no sign of contact. I wonder if he's even noticed I'm down here at all, but at this point it's more of a minor curiosity than a hope or a prayer. I've grown use to the way this place operates. Although I previously lived in After Life America, I find the simplicity and normality in present day Japan to be more so riveting. The boys I have developed a relationship with remain a mystery analysis wise, they're constantly in motion, and never dull for a moment. Although they so much as amuse and entertain me, I find my feelings towards them frustrating and complex. There's a saying here, or everywhere it may apply, no one said life is going to be easy. But am I really living in this moment, or do I just exist? I've lost my deity powers so far as I know and I'm beginning to feel weak under stress and other ordinary things. I fear I'm reversing my life span. I fear that time is playing the movie backwards. I fear I'm becoming humane. Physically, I'm adapting, but through compassion and other necessities in life I am evolving. I'm experiencing things I'd never even knew existed.

Pain is a long contributing factor to my new experience list, I can rest my finger upon a barely pricked needle and feel the metal surge through just one layer of skin before I pull away, afraid to shed blood. I'm not sure what my insides would look like here on Earth. Perhaps green, or unnatural. Would I ever heal? I don't know. Pleasure, certainly qualifies. There use to be a fine line between delight and pleasure for me, but now I think they're the same thing just with different levels. I feel delighted when Naoi's hand slips against mine and fills in the spaces between my fingers. But I feel pleasure when the same hand accidentally rests on my upper thigh. I'm not sure if it matters, but I'm afraid to tell him, or anyone. I want to fit in. And maybe being pleasured is wrong. I picked up a copy of the Bible a while back, when Christmas came around, and the things I read confuse me. They make me uncomfortable, in fact. They make me feel strange as a human. Everything you do is wrong. But if everything I do is wrong how could I ask for forgiveness or even bother moving forward? A life of sin is a terrifying thing, so I burned the book.

Tohru died at the mark of the new year. It was mysterious and rather sudden. Some form of attack occurred on her heart during school, and she didn't survive. The club didn't take too hard of a hit but the Sohma boys have been out for a few weeks, even though Yuki himself had just recovered from a broken leg after falling out of a tree. It seems as though no progress has been made in our journey as friends and family. The new boys we picked up, the three pair, died in a train accident on their way to school. I suppose time was working forward and against everyone. Maybe Naoi is the one of us to survive. Maybe...

His eyes tore from the page before him, blinking twice at the buzzing alarm that flashed from the surface of the desk in his room- 6:00 a.m. A sigh fell short of his lips and he looked over to the occupied twin comforter only a foot away. A small, quick, observation of the body outline beneath the sheets and Kid kicked the end of the bed nearest to him, "Up."

"No." The boy pulled the blanket further above his head and grumbled.

It was a typical morning activity. An evening/night activity as well. He was always there. You'd expect it wouldn't be so cold in someone's room every night, especially since it was a well kept up house with a fine vent system. But "body warmth is the best kind" so Naoi would whine each night when he crawled in to Kid's bed. And yet, Kid didn't mind being spooned. Even if when being spooned he couldn't sleep because he was too crowded and ended up forcing himself out of bed and in to his desk chair just to stretch out. Naoi delighted Kid, and him staying in the same bed was still safer than the house he was living in.

"Please..."

"No."

Another sigh and he shoved his hands in to the loose pockets of his pajama pants, reluctantly standing up, "I'll suffocate you." He reached beneath the boys head and pulled the pillow out from under it, "Don't believe me.."

"Ok, alright. I CALL SHOWER FIRST!"

"Why do you insist on pestering me with this stupid notebook business?"

"Because, obviously, someone didn't read the rules correctly."

Yagami's hand reached in front of Kyouya's eyes and pressed to the last three rules at the bottom of the mere beginning set, "See. You have to use it or you die."

"Right, right, but I didn't use it for several months and I'm still here."

"Because you had the potential to use it-"

"But that's an inconsistency."

"Your life is an inconsistency."

"It's obvious these rules are made up. Besides, I've already killed four of the kids from our school, I think it's quite enough to please the Gods of Death." His voice was obviously toned in spite of the opposite boy, quickly nabbing the paperback and shoving it back in to his bag, "Now if you don't mind I need to get to Tamaki's." He began to shove past Light-

The boys hand pressed to Kyouya's chest, casing him to falter in his path before the low grumble of his voice reached out, "You killed three innocent people. Do you really think that boyfriend of yours is going to understand?"

"You know nothing about Tamaki-"

"But I'll bet I know more than you do.."

Kyouya's eyes shut in minor irritation, finally shoving past the boy and leaving.

Kid rested his head against the back of the couch in one of Tamaki's unused studies, his arms spread about the top cushions and his eyes closed. Light breaths filtered in and out of his nose as he tried to ease in to an afternoon nap before he felt a new warmth embrace his body in interruption. One of his eyelids popped open to look over at the boy resting within the length of his right arm, "What do you want?"

"I was looking for the library..."

"Well, obviously this isn't the library..."

"But you're in here."

A frown surfaced it's ugly mark on Kid's lips as he slid his hand in a full wrap around Naoi's shoulders, "Which is exactly why you should leave."

"If you want me to leave so bad then why're you holding on?"

"You're warm and..."

"Body warmth is the best kind."

Even though he had already reclosed his eye he could feel that smile grace the partner. More importantly he felt his head rest against the crook of his neck, but still against the shoulder while his hand, just as he had hoped, fell on to his thigh. Naoi brought him pleasure when they were in each others company.

"KID!" The exclamation shocked Kid from his regrettably short slumber, somehow his body had ended up slanted in to a chair and just one leg propped on to the couch so Naoi could fit just inbetween his lap. He blinked rapidly and squinted, confusingly asking, "Yeah?"

"I-I didn't know..I..." Naoi's face turned a bright red and Kid shot straight up, "What did you do?"

"It's more like, how did I do it?" Naoi looked away and Kid finally looked down.

Shit.

"I GOTTA GO TO THE BATHROOM!"

The door slammed behind him and his back pressed against the door surface, his face flushing completely when he finally was able to observe the new and shocking buldge in his pants. He remembered having a good dream, but not that good of a dream. He gulped and tried pushing it down but that just caused an unwanted moan from the excitement in the touch.

"Hey, Kid..it's okay..you know you can come out..I don't mind.."

"No, it's disgusting it's gross..I'm gross..!"

"No, Kid, come out..please..."

"No, I don't want to."

"If you don't come out, I'm going to suffocate you."

The door opened and kid had a towel wrapped around his perfectly clothed body, his lips pursed with embarrassment and his gaze turned away, not even bothering with the red in his face, "What?"

"I think it's kinda...cute..."

His head snapped to the boy in front in front of him, surprise written within the painting of his face. He was greeted by a shy Naoi. Hardly the intimidating annoyance Kid related to each day. "C-cute?"

"I mean..it's flattering..."

"Flattering?"

"It happens to everyone."

Kid furrowed his brow in a mild anger, "But you don't understand.."

"But I do und-"

"I'm not supposed to be like everyone!" Kid raised his voice and couldn't help but move in a threatening manner towards the boy in front of him, "I'm not supposed to be this way! I'm not supposed to feel this way, Naoi! My life isn't supposed to be so difficult! I shouldn't have to fit in to normalities here on Earth! I'm not supposed to love you!" It wasn't until a moments breath that Kid realized his hands had firmly taken hold of Naoi's, pinning him to the wall behind himself, out of anger. His chest heaved with widens eyes, trying to search for the answers in a face that felt so lost itself. It wasn't until Kid let go in a stammering, scared manner, that he heard it. It was faint. But it came again, again with force.

"I love you, too, Kid...I've always loved you..."

I suppose in that moment we felt infinite. That time had raced forward and matured us to the actions we were taking place in. Love was a tricky matter, hardly handled in the days of high school, I assume. I think I'm too young for love. And I think Naoi might be, too. But we loved each other. And the further my body pressed in to his, I guess the more I loved him. The hotter it became, the more the passion. The harder I became, the better the pleasure. All in one moment, it happened. He pleasured and delighted me. My face hid within the dampened crook of his neck as my hips began to thrust even faster, needing the contact of his body more than I've ever needed anything. His lanky figure beneath my newly weakened body was bucking violently with each physical exhaustion I put upon him. His nails were scraping, digging at the bare skin of my back as he tried to hold on,out of fear I might let go. And indeed I did. We both did. I took the biggest breath my lungs could handle and felt all my engery evaporate at we became entangled lazily. I licked my lips and felt a sudden worry sweep over me as I leaned up to look at him, "Are you bleeding?"

"Just a little."