Yukio's brow twitched as he passed another table with a loud, boisterous telling his friends about his XXX dream that he had last night, he's the third boy he's heard spewing about their erotic dreams.

He forgot all about the uncouth boys when he saw your beaming face, you motioned for him to come and eat lunch with you. He sat down, just like he has been doing since he first met you, and you two began chatting naturally.

He raised an eyebrow at you when you let out a long sigh. You smiled at him, "I'm kinda sore, I guess I just slept wrong last night."

More like several guys slept very right.

"Oh," Yukio replied. "You look tired, are you sleeping alright?" Why on earth is he asking a demon, like he cares? He doesn't care…right?

You gave him a sweet smile and said, "You worry too much about me, Yukio, but it is very sweet."

Ok, he'd admit, he cared. He cared a lot, he hated how much you made his heart flutter, how with a simple compliment you could make him go bright red. He tried to explain to himself that you were a demon; this is what you did, making people fall in love with you and then stealing their soul…or worse.

You stretched and laid back in the grass, you two had decided to sit outside today, and you peeked at him from the corner of your eye.

"Hey, Yukio," He looked over your appealingly stretched out form and blushed. "Do you wanna skip next period with me?"

"Wha-what?"

You expected no less from the freshman representative, but persisted anyways. "Come on, I'm way to tired for world history and I don't want to spend my time on my own." You rolled on to your stomach and looked up at him with your most pleading look, a blush even dusting you cheeks for extra affect. "Please, Yukio?"

"I-I…" He gave you a pained look, but you could see him ready to cave and at the pout of your lips he slapped his palm to his forehead. "Fine."

You broke out into a grin and tackled him to the ground in a hug that left him spluttering and blushing. You heard a fan-girl shriek in the distance. "Oh, thank you, Yukio." You buried your face in his neck and he stiffened at the feeling of your breath on his skin.

"Y-yeah," He was bright red when you pulled away. "I guess I could tell the teacher you aren't feeling well and that I'll be escorting you to the nurse's office."

The next thing you knew you and Yukio were lounging atop the school building, pleasantly warmed by the autumn sun. You were sitting side-by-side leaning against the door to the stairwell, you leaned lightly against him while you just talked. You had to admit it was nice just talking, almost pretending you were human, living a normal life again.

You snuggled up closer to him, you felt him stiffen before cautiously placing an arm around your shoulders. A small smile curled your lips as you leaned your head against his chest with a yawn, closing your eyes in a faux slumber.

Yukio bit his bottom lip, what was he doing? You were something demonic, something evil, not a sweet potential girlfriend.

You wrapped an arm around his waist and his spine went rigid. You smiled and peered up at him. "You know, you won't make a very good pillow if you keep tensing up like that."

He blushed and looked away from you, "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to this kind of thing. You know, the whole human pillow thing."

You laughed and moved a hand to rest on his stomach. "You just need to loosen up a bit, Mr. Okumura." You rubbed lazy circles on his chest and you felt his heart beat quicken under your touch.

He eventually relaxed and pulled you closer to his form before resting his head on top of yours with a content sigh. You looked up to see him staring off into the distance, you'd never seen him look so at peace.

"You're a really great guy, Yukio." You stated, taking him by surprise. "I wish I had met you sooner."

And you honestly meant that, you really did wish you had met him before that night you gave up your humanity. Of course that would have been impossible considering that his grandmother probably wasn't even alive when you gave up your soul.

Suddenly you felt warm fingers on your jaw guiding your head upwards for Yukio to press his lips lightly to yours in a chaste kiss.

When he pulled away he stared into your eyes with an odd intensity, it wasn't like the looks of love you've gotten so many times in the past. His was a look of apprehension, like he had just made a huge gamble that he knew he could lose everything . Along with that was an almost respect, like he was acknowledging an opponent.

He was insane. That is what he decided, he was completely insane, but he really didn't care at the moment. Rin could get away with being reckless, why couldn't he for once? And it was that thought that drove him to dip his head down to kiss you again.

You kissed back, gently, almost afraid to scare him off. You ran your hands up his firm chest to rest on his shoulders, while his hands moved to cradle your head. He didn't know how long his lips were locked with yours; he did know that his heart sank when he heard the bell that called for the end of the period and that you both needed to run off to your next class.

Skipping has never sounded so appealing.

You pulled away and whisper against his lips, "We need to go."

He sighed in defeat and you both rose to your feet and proceeded down the stairs and back to reality. You grinned your devious grin when he wasn't looking.

How interesting this strange little exorcist has turned out to be.