Well yet another redo, I think. Hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 5: The Return

She hummed blissfully as she skipped down the corridor, tomorrow she'll turn fifteen years old. Then she'll go to her first raid, and she won't even tell that insensitive lout. She'll let him find out from one of those lovesick girls that trail around him tell him where she disappeared too. Better yet when he finally comes home she's not even going to greet him. She's going to beat him to a bloody pulp for leaving without a single word; she will not rush into his embrace. She won't.

She repeated those words over and over again in her head as she skipped out toward the entrance of the lair and into the well manicure courtyard, wanting to catch a breath of fresh air before she went back into her room and sulk. No she wasn't sulking it was wistful thinking because he didn't get her a present. Oh yes that was it; there was no other reason for her to be this depressed.

The thought of not receiving a gift was what brought out this sudden depression, not the fact that he wasn't here to celebrate her birthday with her.

Entering the quad she breathed in the fresh scent of roses that wafted from the nearby bushes. That triggers her to remember him even more intensity. The roses he would bring to her every time he got her infuriated. She closed her eyes and smiled, recalling his silly lopsided grins as he presented her a red rose as a truce.

"Is that ridiculous smile for me?"

Gasping she opened her eyes to see a pair of mocking amber orbs looking intently down at her. His mouth was in a charming grin showing his perfect white canines. Her first instinct was to throw herself in his awaiting arms, but her anger ruled out that option. Without a second thought she resulted in kicking him sharply in his left shin.

"You dare show up and smile like nothing's wrong." Her voice was callously calm; but her eyes dim with the rage. "How do you think I felt finding out that you went on your first raid and without telling me? I had to find out from your fan girls, your stupid fan girls Youko!" Frustration swelled up inside her so much that she thought that she would cry, and in the end she did just that.

"Come on Miyouka please don't cry, you know I hate to see you cry," he pleaded softly. A lone hand found its way to lift her chin so he would be able to look him in the eyes; while the other lovingly wiped her warm tears away.

Her knees almost gave in with what she saw, Youko's honey colored eyes were filled with such remorse that it was starting to make her guilty for yelling at him. She shouldn't feel guilt she should be aggravated, frustrated that he nearly missed her day of birth, that he even confined more of himself away from her. Her legs were starting to feeling like water as she depended on just sheer stubbornness and strength of will to stay upright.

"I hate you Youko, did you know that?"

"You don't hate me Miyouka." His voice went back to normal, the very prideful and cocky tone return in full blast. It was filled with such confidents when he stated his opinion, and this only made her want to prove him wrong, but sadly it was impossible because he was correct.

"What did I ever do to prove that Youko-chan?" She smiled slyly at him; still rather determine to make him have a reasonable doubt about his conviction.

"I just know for a fact that you don't hate me because you wouldn't be talking to me at this very moment if you hated me that much." He gifted her with a boyish smirk before snaking his hand around her waist and guiding her toward the back entry to his room, which was conveniently positioned near the right side of the building facing the one plane of the forest that enclosed their den.

"Besides I'm far too handsome for any female to hate. No girl in her right mind could resist a face like this." With his free hand he gestured arrogantly at his face.

"But I could resist you, so does this mean I'm not in my right mind?" She inquired teasingly.

"Well Miyouka it could mean one of two things. One, like you said you're not in your right mind or two you're not actually a girl because that's the only way you're able to resist my irresistible charm." He was rewarded with her right foot slamming down on his left foot.

"Jerk." She smiled absently, leaning her head on his broad shoulder and allowing him to lead the way. Miyouka was still mad at him, fuming actually, but she'd rather argue and fight with him in the private of his room. Rather than attracting an audience, which was not the first or last thing she wanted.

Upon reaching their destination she pulled away from Youko and opened the door herself and stormed inside. All the while leaving a bewildered the male outside the gaping door.

"In or out Youko." Came an eerily came voice, hidden by the dim lighting of the room. From his post outside the door all he was able to see was the silhouette of a brightly dressed individual.

Regaining his composure, he hesitantly stepped inside his room and closed the door behind him. Miyouka was sitting on his bed with her arms crossed around her chest, starting at him with an intensity of anger he never expected her to direct at him.

Forcing a silly smile on his face he walked the short distance separating him from the female seething silently at him. He couldn't believe the drastic change of behavior from the sweet bubbly vixen clinging adoringly to his arm mere minutes ago to this cool, calm and collective vixen seated on his bed.

"Do you know why I'm mad Youko?" Her voice was just icy as her demeanor, sending an immediate chill down his spine.

"Um…could it be you're still pissed off from finding out about my disappearance from Amane and Hiyami stupid fan club?" He cringed when he saw her nodding leisurely. "Come on Miyouka, I was going to tell you but they dragged me on the stupid thing last minute! They spouted on not having enough people on this mission."

She raised a delicate eyebrow, "Is that all the excuses you have for me Youko Kurama?"

Grinning playfully again, he closed the remaining distance between them, his face mere centimeters away from her face, "Give me a few more moments and I'll come up with more."

Her breathing came in small hitching gasp when she noticed how close he was to her face; she instantly flushed which resulted in the break of her icy demeanor. Turning away, she tried to further some much-needed space between them, but was instantly stopped when she felt his hand on her face, requesting silently that she look at him.

"W-what do you want Youko."

"I want your forgiveness." Hesitantly he lowered his head to capture her lips in a brief but sweet kiss. Seconds later he pulled away, watching the stun expression in her face fade away. Her already flushed face darkens drastically.

"Youko what was—" He swooped down and seized her lips again in another kiss, interrupting her question as he slowly guides her down upon his bed. His lips never left her own during this process, when he had her on the bed he silently nibbles her lower lip. Causing a faint moan to escape the vixen's lips as her hands found its way to his silky hair.

The slamming of a door was heard just outside Youko's room, snapping both teenagers out of their moment and push away from each other.

"Um…Miyouka I'm—"

"I just remembered I have to go do something…" Blushing she forced herself off his bed, and made a dash toward the door.

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