Choice of Music: If I Never Knew You - John Secada and Shanice; Ice Dance - Danny Elfman (Edward Scissorhands OST); One Last Wish - Casper OST; Forbidden Love - S.E.N.S.

Possible OOCness ahead. You've been warned...finally the reason for why it's an M rated story comes into place.

Chapter 17 - Tattered Memories and Dangerous Passion

Vice stood there, his hand still reaching out. There was a lurching in his stomach; a deep, crushing feeling swelling within. Why didn't he go after her? He loved her, didn't he?

A flake of white gently fluttering down from him. It hit the ground, dissapearing into the earth.

"You don't have to lie to me."

"I'm," Vice stated, "I'm not lying." If it happened, and rarely did it ever, he spoke the truth. The green Douji loved Kia, loved her more than he could ever imagine.

Why couldn't she see that?

Several flakes now, gently caressing him as they fell to the ground, merely to leave again. Snow.

Bitter. Cold. Unforgiving, pure white snow.

"I won't lie to you," she whispered. "Never, ever."

Vice felt a throb in his head. "You don't have to lie to me," she whispered. "Kia?" he hissed, placing a hand against his aching skull. Soft skin, gentle hands caressing him, kisses as soft as the peaches she gathered. 'What the hell is going on here?' he thought furiously. Images flew through his mind, ones that he never remembered dreaming.

A girl with long, black hair in a beautiful koi kimono for a wedding festival. The warm of the earth, the texture of her skin. Moonlight glistening off each other, reflecting the pale blue orb off the still surface of water. Tender kisses shower them, not enough to hurt or mar their bodies.

Loving hazel eyes gazed adoringly up at him, soft hands gently tracing his jawline. Running her hands slowly upon his face as he lay against her, not once thinking of leaving. "Kia?"

Vice's head pulsed, feeling as though it wanted to rip in two. A flow of emotions passed through his body, nearly driving him to insanity. Hatred, love, passion, a thirst for blood, violence.

A village made of fire, glowing like fireflies of the damned. Screams; blood-curdling screams of people dying, crying for loved ones. Blood, her body covered in blood. Bleeding profusely, staining both his kimono and hers.

No, these couldn't be dreams. Dreams became hazy after a while, then they would become forgotten. These were too real. The texture of skin, the burn of the fire, the warmth moistness of her blood upon him.

Dropping to his knees, the green Douji clutched his head. It hurt, god, it fucking hurt! His forehead touched the ground, the tickle of grass upon his faux skin. Vice tried to breathe, to just inhale and exhale normally. But no matter what he tried, nothing succeeded.

A scream.

For a moment, Vice thought this was merely part of his mind. Opening his golden eyes, he could see the people upon the playground look off into the distance. Trying to force the pain down, he tried to focus. Children ran towards their parents, mothers still looking off, eyes searching.

His mind raged. 'That was Kia!'

Standing, he ran towards the direction of where she had run off. Sandals pelting the ground, Vice hoped that maybe it could have been someone else. "Kia?" he called, looking for her. His head twisted around, wild black hair flying in rapid movements. "Kia? Where are you?"

"V-Vice?" a voice stammered, scared.

Turning, Vice saw Kia looking out from behind a tree. A large scratch was engraved into her arm and was starting to bleed. Moving quickly towards her, the Douji pulled the black haired girl into him, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She froze for a moment then slowly relaxed into his touch. Tightening his grip, Vice sighed, inhaling the scent of mint and coconut. "You okay?" he asked.

"I'm alright, Vice-kun," she said, returning his embrace. "I'm fine."

"Let go of me!" Kia shouted, pulling against her captor's arm. The blood-haired boy pulled her along with ease, almost ready to drag the girl. They had to stop flying because she refused to hold still, and he had nearly dropped her several times. "Let go!"

"I swear to god, I will fucking kill you again if you don't knock you shit off," the boy growled, glaring into her eyes. Hazel eyes met dark black. She shivered, feeling as though she remembered those eyes. "Hello, little princess," the boy purred, pressing against the girl.

"Who-who are you?" she asked, trembling. He didn't answer her, just kept walking. Kia didn't recognize where they were at, where he had taken them to. To add it off, she had no cell phone or way of communication back to anyone.

"Answer!" she yelled, smacking the back of his head.

He grabbed her arm and pulled. Kia let out a yelp as he tossed her over his shoulder. "Put me down!" she shouted, writhing in his grip.

"I love girls," he stated in a lustful growl. "Pretty girls like you. Especially when their feisty."

She felt her face burn as her cheeks turned red. "What the fuck? Pervert! Let go of me!"

"Now, now, don't fuss," he purred. "I won't do anything to you that you won't like." As though to add to his comments, Kia felt a hand gently run against the inside of her thigh, slowly making its way upwards.

"OH I FUCKING THINK NOT!" she screamed, kicking his hand away. He didn't replace his hand but merely continued his walk to wherever their destination was.

"So, you don't want to be touched there."

"I don't want you to touch me, period," she snapped at him. As she tried to open her mouth for another remark, he interuppted her.

"But you did like it."

Kia hesitated on her statement. "N-no, I d-didn't," she stammered, feeling a hot blush creep along her face. Every part of her rejected him, rejecting the idea of being touched by him.

At least that's what she wanted to think. Maybe it was some sick fantasy of hers. She could tell by the touch of his skin that he wasn't human, he was a Douji. And with the way he acted, this one was definately in the "evil" category.

No matter how cold it was, she still could feel the burning warmth of it tracing up her thigh.

Kia heard the creak of a door opening, and she looked around from her point of view. A scarlet themed room, lit by the light of hundreds of candles. She felt the rush of air as he dropped her gently upon a soft surface.

Feeling the silky crimson sheets graze her skin, Kia looked up to see him crouch possesively over her. His dark eyes carefully watched her movement, looking her up and down like a predator to its prey. He licked his lips lecherously, and only now did she really understand the situation.

A beautiful red room, thousands of candles, a soft bed with silk sheets. Not only that, but the way he had dropped her had the teenager stretched out like a sacrifice, stretching her figure to allow the boy to see every inch of her.

His head slowly lowered as she felt his breath upon her neck. A warm tongue slid up her neck to her ear, a trail of saliva coating the soft flesh. "Shall we begin?" he growled lustfully, gently nipping her.

Things are heating up!

Tumult: Ah yeah, baby! Looks like I'm getting some!

Kia: *glares at BJinx*

Me: *backs away nervously* Ah heh heh, any. Please review!