This is story is 99.9% angst. Yes, I wrote it under some female monthly circumstances. I debated on posting all the finished chapters at once, but then I realized that I'm lazy and usually have writers block- aka I kinda need reviewers to push the story forward :-p sorry friends.

Special Thanks to Nurdgurl and Angelus, even though this isn't Hieibara I'm glad you can tolerate it! ^_^

CHAPTER 2

A week had passed since Kuwabara had been at Genkai's. Was it a week?... Maybe it was a month?... Three months?

It couldn't have been that long… I don't remember being at work that much.

Kuwabara opened his eyes, only to squint with a groan at the bright light protruding through his light green curtains. Green curtains? He must be in the living room. Sure enough when Kuwabara had gotten the courage to attempt opening his eyes again he realized he was lying on his tattered old grey couch. He released another groan as he realized how stiff his neck and body were. Peering down he saw that he was dressed in his button-down white work shirt, which was now completely wrinkled and disheveled from his night on the couch. His black dress pants where undone and he had lost one sock during sleep.

Sleep? He didn't remember falling asleep on the couch…

Kuwabara rose to sitting position and stretched his back. Worriedly, he tried to remember the date.

Sifting through his memories, he recalled signing and dating an important document at his desk.

Kuwabara Kazuma, 3 May -.

He looked over at the calendar on the wall beside his off white refrigerator. All the dates had been crossed out up to May third.

Kuwabara tried to think of what he had done after his typical day at work. He walked over to the sink to pour himself a glass of water out of the tap. He gazed out of the window above his sink trying to remember…He caught a glimmer of reddish hue from his hair, it spurred his recollection.

A boy. There had been a little boy. He remembered while walking home from the bus station. He had stopped to help a kid. The boy was being teased for his red hair just like he used be to when he was a little. Bright red like a beacon in the middle of a group of circling boys. Kuwabara could almost imagine them drooling like jackals as they circled. In spite of their cackling, the boy had his chin raised slightly in defiance, though Kuwabara could see that his knuckles were clenched. While the boys circled lacerating him with their words, others leaned against the chain linked fence like vultures, far too young for the cigarette smoke ebbing from their grins.

Kuwabara had done the only think he could think, he called out-

"Kazuma!" At the baritone of an adult, all boys turned.

Once he locked eyes with smaller redhead, he raised his hand and called again,

"Kazuma, come on we're going to be late."

He knew his save could hurt the boy's dignity, in order to give him the option of accepting the help Kuwabara turned around and began to walk away, lazy hands resting in the pockets of his dress pants. He kept his pace slow just in case. After a brief pause he heard the unmistakable pattering of beaten old sneakers jogging up behind him.

Once they had traveled several blocks Kuwabara had found a bench, luckily it was only covered in graffiti and not the usual city debris and litter.

Kuwabara pulled his black dress pants up by the knee and sat down with a huff. The boy, in his dirty jeans and sneakers, sat on the crumbling concrete sidewalk directly in front of Kuwabara. He tugged absentmindedly on the grass sprouting stubbornly from the cracks.

"What's your name, kid?" Kuwabara finally asked. The boy obviously still sore about Kuwabara coming to his rescue, supported his face in his hand and gave Kuwabara a contempt look.

"You called me Kazuma."

"It was the first name that came to mind."

"…. "

"Kazuma it is then."

"Kazuma?"

Kuwabara snapped out of his reverie at the sound of his name. He spun so that his back was to the window.

What the hell is Urameshi doing here?

Yusuke's head and half his upper body was peaking around the door to Kuwabara's private chambers. He was naked- well his torso was as far as Kuwabara could tell. He bore a sheepish smile.

"I got lonely when you didn't come back to bed. Don't look so shocked … I can be affectionate,"

Kuwabara almost broke the glass in his hand, but thankfully Urameshi wasn't looking at him and failed to notice. He was staring fixedly at Kuwabara's refrigerator. Kuwabara almost died when he stepped out from behind his bedroom door- he was certain that he was going to be completely naked. However, Yusuke was sporting a pair of baby blue boxers. On second glance Kuwabara realized those were his boxers.

Without averting his gaze, Yusuke walked across the room, grabbing a marker from the table on his way over to the refrigerator. Kuwabara finally realized he was not staring at the fridge, but the calendar next to it. He raised the marker,

"Sorry this is a huge pet-peeve of mine. OCD and what have you…"

Squeak, squeak, there goes May 3.

In his mind's eye Kuwabara saw a flash of Urameshi standing outside his open front door in the pouring rain clutching his jacket to himself.

Squeak, squeak there goes the week of May 3.

It's this Youkai bullshit… he had said. He could barely hear him over the pouring rain; Kuwabara stepped aside to him in.

Squeak, squeak, squeak- the rest of May.

Since I've become a demon, I've become… erm unusually attracted to men… and I figured… I knew you'd understand because of what you said at Genkai's…

The squeaking of the marker was slowing. June 1 had been permanently desecrated by a black X.

But its more than that… it's like I've been… it feels like… I mean I- I think this awakened attraction has made me realize…

Squeak, squeak, squeak, June 8 came and went.

That I think I'm in love with you.

"There." Yusuke stood back and appreciated his work.

In Yusuke's muscular back Kuwabara saw the friction of rubbing skin, tangled blankets and thighs, racing hearts and dripping sweat. Vibrant red splatters of blood on white sheets, from overeager penetration and subconscious biting.

Kuwabara swallowed, his mouth was exceptionally dry. He shifted his thighs testing his lower half. He hadn't been sore walking to the sink; either he wasn't taking or this had not been their first time.

Yusuke cocked his head to look at Kuwabara with a dopey grin on his face. Kuwabara inhaled sharply and his hand flashed to hold his forehead as white hot pain stabbed his cranium. His psychic abilities were making Yusuke's happiness palpable; he was almost drowning in it as they enveloped him. Yusuke was as his side in a second's time, caressing the side of his face.

"What's the matter?" He questioned voice coated with sincere concern. The touch amplified the effect a hundred fold. He almost dropped to the flour, stifled by the waves of concern and worry.

Gasping Kuwabara said through strained breath,

"Let go! Let GO!" He sat like a child against the cabinets, head to his knees clutching the sides of his head. He tried to remember the meditation techniques Shizuru had shown him. The recollection was hazy, incomplete. He hadn't wanted to learn them. He knew he didn't need to. He was so certain he knew how to prevent it; he'd be the first one not to suffer.

"Buddy you're scaring me."

Kuwabara mentally struggled to reign in his psychic reach. He felt sweat drip down his neck as he grimaced with the effort.

"No, I don't know where Shizuru is? Do you have her number? Do you want me to call her?"

"What?"

"You asked me where Shizuru is. Kazuma, you're really worrying me."

Kuwabara almost laughed at Urameshi using his given name, but the urge died immediately at the desperation of his situation. In his pain he had asked for Shizuru without realizing it. He could ask for Shizuru all he wanted, but she'd never come.

Shizuru, like all the other Kuwabara's couldn't fight it anymore.

Yusuke reached for his wrist hesitantly. Kuwabara let him make contact. He had restrained his ability, and the touch was once again innocuous. Yusuke encouraged by the successful contact proceeded to pull Kuwabara to his feet. He brushed him off affectionately. Kuwabara could see that Urameshi was restraining himself; he was dying to comfort and embrace him. Instead, he found his wrist again and led him to the bedroom.

"Come on, you must be tired, that's why you're acting weird. Let's just go lie down."