A/N: Okay normally I don't do author notes but for this chapter I feel it necessary. This chapter may contain things that some may find mature. I do not believe this warrants for a change of rating but if you have a problem please say so. Viewer discretion is advised for small children (under about 10). Enjoy.

Lokar woke with a weight on his chest. He kept his eyes closed, for he knew who that weight was. Searching his memory he tries to remember what had happened earlier that day. For the second time in his life Lokar found his memory escaping him. When he was younger he had one too many drinks. But now he was older and wiser. He had not had any sort of alcoholic drink earlier. No, he was training his student and that would be unprofessional. Not to mention it was against the Kairu Code to be drunk while teaching. He would never break the Kairu Code. Finally opening his eyes he sees Nox lying next to him, her head resting on his chest. Her hair spread out on his bare chest. As much as he was worried as to how they ended up like this he had to smile. Nox never looked as peaceful. Bringing a large purple hand up to her head he starts to play with her hair. It was smooth and soft to the touch. A small murmur of approval came from Nox as she slept, like she knew someone was messing with her hair. Giving off a sigh he watched he head raise and fall along his chest. He felt her soft skin touching his. What have I done? How could I let this happen? Closing his eyes he searches his memory for what transpired that very night.

Lokar's grip on Nox's wrist tightened as he pulled her forward. Just close enough so he could look into her eyes, desperately trying to find any emotion he could. Noticing she had bit her bottom lip and Lokar struggled to figure out what she was thinking. Though the mental connection between them had increased she still found ways to keep him from hearing her thoughts. In her eyes he couldn't tell what emotions were swirling around; there were so many. One of which he noticed, he knew it all too well, was pain. Realizing that he had, yet again, grabbed her left arm, right where her wounds were. Losing his grip just enough so that he wasn't hurting her he scowls. Why should I care if the girl is in pain? He thought. Lokar didn't want to hurt Nox and he didn't know why. As if he couldn't see it before, he saw yet another emotion Nox was trying to hide, on he hoped to never see; she felt betrayed.

"Lokar…" Nox's voice was meek and unsure. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. But she knew what she was thinking, they were too close. "Let go of my arm," Nox wasn't demanding but rather asking defiantly. Feeling Lokar's hand slowly release her arm they stand in silence. Nothing was said, the only thing they did was stare into each other's eyes. Finally, after what seemed like forever Nox speaks. Her voice was soft, "You didn't have to strangle me…" She broke eye contact. Nox hadn't expected Lokar do anything like that, he said he wasn't her prisoner. But yet, that night and right now, he had treated her like she was.

Taking her words in consideration Lokar frowns at himself. No he didn't have to do that. But then again he wasn't the only one at fault. "You didn't have to kiss me back," he retorts.

Nox's composer suddenly changed. From what it seemed, she was on the defensive now. A small, subtle blush crept on her pale cheeks; so slight most wouldn't notice. "I don't see what that has to do with anything," she mumbled.

And had any one not been looking for it they would've missed it. But Lokar never missed anything. He let his lips curl into a smirk. Knowing he had the upper hand he was going to use it. Moving until he was behind her Lokar places his hands on her shoulders. Upon feeling Nox's small sudden movement of surprise he let out a chuckle of delight. "You don't?" he said with mock confusion, "Because I do."

Giving another small sift of discomfort, Nox frowned, "Why does that mater? You kissed me first…" She wasn't sure where Lokar was going, but it probably wouldn't be good for her.

Lokar's grip on her shoulders tightened slightly. Growing pleased with how well their conversation was going Lokar couldn't help but smile. "It matters because, well, you kissed back." Why he was so content about that he had no idea.

"Well that's… That's…" Nox couldn't finish her sentence. She had no idea why she kissed him back. Of all the things she could have done Nox picked that one. Lokar stood behind Nox staring down at her. It was satisfying to see her struggle to justify her action. Moving away from Lokar she turned to him, "That doesn't mean anything!" When she looked at Lokar all she saw was a satisfied look on his face.

Lokar studied Nox for a moment. Knowing she was trying to hide what she was truly feeling behind her anger he gave a throaty chuckle, "Then why bring it up? You could have just forgotten about it. Ignored it. But no, you felt the need to bring it up."

Nox lowered her eyes. Lokar had her beat. She couldn't say anything to prove him wrong. She had brought it up. Nox could have pushed Lokar away, hit him, anything. But no, instead Nox kissed him back and now she was feeling the aftershock of it.

Lokar stood, watching the girl think. He knew that she couldn't say anything to prove him wrong. Wearing his smug expression he laughs. How could he not? This was perfect. Grabbing her arm once again he pulls her closer to him. They were inches apart. "You know it's true." It wasn't a question. Lokar made a statement. And he was right. Nox looked into his eyes. From what he could see, Nox knew that was true. Not to mention her breathing quickened. Not panting but slow, nervous breaths. Once again he placed his lips on hers. Nox gasped. Lokar's orange, brooding eyes stared into Nox's crimson eyes. Griping her waist he pulls her even closer. Bringing her palms up to his chest, she grips his cloak, unable to decide whether to hit him or kiss him back. In truth she wanted to do both; she was already doing the latter.

Staring at Nox, now, he sighs. He took advantage of her. Normally that wouldn't bother him but right now, it did. Realizing he was still playing with her hair he stops and curses himself for doing such a childish thing. Nox shifted in her sleep. It was like she knew Lokar had stopped stroking her hair. Exhaling once more he couldn't think about this now. It was late into the night and he was tired.

Nox woke to the sounds of soft breathing. Finally noticing those breaths were not hers, Nox snaps her eyes open. It was a dark room. But somewhere a luminary source lit up the room just enough so things were slightly visible. This gave the room an eerie mood. Stone walls, a large wooden door, and a dark colored dresser. It was very simplistic yet seemed like something you find from the medieval era. Drowsy and exhausted it took her a minute to notice she was not alone. In fact Nox had her head resting on the man's chest. Fear surged through her body. Nox couldn't remember where she was or who she was with. Paralyzed with fear she wasn't able to move. Panic-stricken she stares at the opposite wall she was forced to listen to the man's heart beat. At first she was creeped out, she knew the heart beat. Finally remembering whose heart beat it was Nox relaxed. Giving a sigh of relief she closes her eyes. But yet another thought crossed her mind, why was she here, in Lokar's room, lying in bed with the man and how the heck would she get out of this mess.

Memories of earlier that day flooded her head. She knew why she was here and how it happened. Nox let out a sigh. Her thoughts were disturbed by a low chuckle, "I see you are up, Nox." When Lokar received no response he tried again, "Are you not talking to me?" Lokar frowned. He'd done nothing wrong.

"I don't know what to say," Nox mutters softly. "This... This is wrong..." This whole thing felt wrong. But it felt right at the same time.

"This feels wrong? How so?" He knew this was her first time. So having conflicted thoughts about it was normal.

"Well, you are over twice my age, my best friend's grandfather, and not to mention you tortured me for two years. You're the reason why everyone thinks I am a monster. This is wrong…"

Lokar let out a defeated sigh. "My species ages slower than that of humans. In truth I am not that much older than you… I do not think you are a monster… And I'm sure Maya doesn't either…"

Nox frowned. "If Maya found out about this she'd freak out…" She felt like she was betraying her friend. How could I do something so… so selfish… I'm disgusting…

Lokar used the arm all ready around Nox to pull her closer. He didn't want her to leave. Not yet. "Then this shall be our little secret," he spoke softly.

Turning her head Nox looks into Lokar's eyes. She couldn't tell if he actually cared or was just saying things. But somehow she got the feeling that he could care for her at times. Or that was a distant hope. She couldn't tell. "You know, sometimes I don't… I don't get you, Lokar…"

"Oh?" He asks lazily, "What is it that you don't get about me?" Lokar was still tired and was also curious.

Nox gulped, wishing she had stayed silent. Looking away she sighs, "Well… Sometimes you treat me like I'm nothing. Like earlier today, when we were training… You hurt me… weather you like it or not I can't always tell. But I know sometime you do…" Nox took a breath, "Then… There are other times… You act like you care about me. Times when you hold me when I cry and it feels… It feels kind of nice. Even though I know that you don't really care…" When she finished Nox couldn't believe what she had just said.

Lokar slowly closed his eyes. Her words were true. But he never meant to do that passive aggressive treatment. Lust. It had to be lust. Otherwise he would not have done this. Or at least he tried to convince himself it was only that. "Nox… I…" Lokar searched for the right words. It took him time for he only just realized, Ellotoys was gone. And though his true love will always be his true love it that didn't mean he had to skip out on other things. "I don't mean to do that… I…I'm sorry…" Nox nodded. Her soft hair tickled his skin. A silence soon followed. Not an awkward silence but rather a comfortable one, shared by content. Only when Lokar spoke was that silence broken, "In the morning, I will be leaving. The war between the Redakai and I is growing. I will be leaving to… recruit some new warriors."

"So I'm guessing no training tomorrow?" She frowned.

"Not if you don't want to join my new warriors. Otherwise we can keep to our private training schedule," Lokar brought a hand to her hair. It was too soft to resist.

"I'd like that…" Nox mumbled groggily. She wasn't ready to meet people. Nox hated wearing long-sleeved shirts with fresh cuts on her arms. Only if it was necessary she wouldn't wear them. They irritated her wounds.

"So would I," Lokar replied. He watched Nox yawn. Soon the girl was asleep. Once he was sure she was sleeping he gave her hair one last ruffle and soon drifted into sleep himself.

A/N: Once again, if anyone has a problem with the rating, please say so in a review. Feedback is also enjoyable.