Whelp, I'm back again... So sorry for the wait but really I've had like over a thousand pounds of writer's block on my shoulders. I have a basic idea of what I want to happen but the stupid little details keep giving me crap. So I've been wondering, and I'm sure you've all seen this coming, looking at the reviews and such, so I decided to take a vote. Should I change the rating or not? I know some of you will probably be mad at me for this, but I'm probably going to change it if everyone else wants me too. Sorry, but I can't please everyone, even if I wish I could. And if I do change it, should I put in a lemon? I have no clue :/

Well, it's up to you to decide my little minions, so until then, enjoy this next chapter. I'm really quite proud of how far this story has come along (: I've been looking back and I think my writing's got tremendously better if I do say so myself...

And those of you who are mad cause I didn't update Hitched well there was like alot of confusion on my part cause I realized I typed the next chapter to this story and not anything close to Hitched haha, so yea I just decided to get it over with.

AND BTW TOMORROW MARKS THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY I'M SO HAPPY! Thank you Sentinel for reminding me ;)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kekkaishi or it's characters. That's why it's called FANFICTION!

Tokine awoke in very good mood. She had just had the best night sleep she had ever had. Tokine snuggled closer to the warmth pressed to her side, her nose taking in the spicy scent of Yoshi. Wait, Yoshi...?

Tokine slowly sat up and looked down to see a peaceful Yoshimori sleeping, his arm still wrapped around her waist loosely. She smiled softly and laid back down, snuggling close to his body, sighing as he automatically tightened his grip; she could get used to this. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart, hers almost beating simutaniously with his. She had to smile at that. She wrapped her arm around his waist, her skin burning when it met his.

After a while of simply lsitening and studying his face, she heard his breathing hitch, signaling he was waking. She patiently waited while he gained his sense of bearing, his arm tightening to show he knew she was there and awake. She grinned up at him, his own boyish grin lighting up his charcoal eyes.

"So how'd you sleep?" She teased.

"Very well actually. I think that's the best sleep I've ever had." She shifted to face him better, lifting her chin slightly to look at him properly a smile on her face.

"I'm glad, I slept great too."

Yoshimori softly smiled and kissed her cheek, Tokine's eyes closing to his touch. They opened to feel him start to shift, a pout marring her features. "Where are you going?"

He grinned as he sat up, throwing on a plain black T-shirt. "Well I'd hate to be the one to make you late to school again."

Her eyes widened and she threw the covers off her, twisting out of the bed and dashing out of the room, the bathroom door soon slamming after. He laughed and proceeded to change into a pair of jeans. The door opened behind him and Tokine came rushing out. "Backpack, backpack, backpack..." she muttered to herself.

Yoshimori grinned and went to the front door, calling her name over her shoulder, her answering, "What?" making him chuckle.

"Backpack's by the door." He laughed outright when she came into view, her cheeks a rosy pink. Tokine shyly grabbed her pack and kissed his cheek in thanks. "That's all I get?" He teased.

She smirked. "For now."

They both laughed, Yoshimori looping an arm around her waist as they left the house.

"Tokine..." His suddenly serious voice brought her from her thoughts and she looked up questioningly. "Yes?"

"I-I mean..." He stuttered, avoiding her gaze, his eyes and face vulnerable to her violet hues. He sighed and met her gaze squarely. "What do you want to do when we reach school? What do you want us to be? Do you want to pretend nothing happened?"

"I don't know, Yoshi. I mean, what do you want us to be?"

He sighed again and brought her closer. "Honestly I'd love to be able to hold you like this. I want everyone to know, but it doesn't matter what I want, it only matters what you want."

Tokine frowned and rubbed her temple. "I don't know, Yoshi. People would talk, I mean it's unheard of for a middle schooler and a high schooler to be together. People can be mean."

Yoshimori smiled grimly. "I can handle a few jealous high schoolers and I could care less what people in my class think."

"You say that now, but you would change your mind after a few days."

"Tokine, if you don't want anyone to know then tell me. It's your approval that matters." He said firmly.

"Let's just pretend for a couple of days, Yoshi, please." She pleaded.

"Fine then, it'll be like nothing ever happened." He said. "You might want to let go of me, we're almost there." Tokine sighed and reluctantly removed her arm from his waist, Yoshimori doing the same, Tokine already missing it's warmth. She watched as he started walking ahead of her, sending a quick wink at her.

She felt an immediate sense of panic as she watched him walk away, thoughts of not kissing him for a whole day filling her mind and clouding her judgement, she snatched his hand from behind, whirling him around to face her and bringing him into an alley, almost laughing at the bewhildered look in his eyes, the look disappeared as he read the emotions in her eyes and started to feel the same panic. He quickly wrapped his hand behind her neck and tugged her to him, his mouth seizing hers in a hungry dance. His tongue swept past her lips to taste her, and Tokine clutched his jacket to bring him closer, trying to coax him into a battle but he just kept teasing her, darting his tongue past her lips before retreating, a frustrated growl rumbling through her throat. He grinned against her mouth and pulled away, her weak protest on her lips before her eyes slipped shut as his lips pressed against her throat. He nipped and sucked, careful to not leave any marks.

Yoshimori pulled away and smiled down at her breathless form. Giving her a quick kiss he said, "We got to go or we'll be late. Wait a minute or two after I'm gone before you leave. That way no one will think we were together. See you after school." He stole another kiss and stepped out of the alley, Tokine watching him move farther away. She sighed and waited a minute before running to class, making it before the bell rang. She propped her head in her arm and stared blankly ahead as people started to take their seats, his taste still on her lips. It was going to be a long day.

Yoshimori was having about the same amount of trouble. He couldn't get their little session in the alley out of his head enough to sleep and so, he sat through the class staring at nothing in particular. His friends noticed but didn't say anything. He growled quietly as once again the memory flashed through his mind. There was just something about that time that got his blood boiling, more than any other of their make out sessions. Maybe it was the danger of being caught, or the panic of it, he didn't know. What he did know was that he loved her with his whole being, loved her enough to go through this torture called school and pretend to not care for her more than a friend. Gods he loved that girl. He grinned as he remembered how perfect she felt against him, how soft and light and silky her hair felt running through his fingers, her sinfully long legs taunted him in her sundress that she wore yesterday, her passionate and soul-revealing violet eyes that could set his blood boiling with either passion or anger. A girl like her shouldn't exist. But she does, and she is his and he was proud that she thought he was worthy of her.

Yoshimori sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. It was going to be a long day.

Tokine clutched her binder to her chest, walking along the deserted hall that no one bothered to walk in. She always used this hall for a shortcut to lunch, whether to arrive early or be alone, whatever she needed. Her heart clenched when she thought of Yoshimori sitting not five tables away and not being able to approach him. How the hell would she be able to go through lunch hearing his masculine laugh and not be able to sit in his lap and hold him tight?

So absorbed in her thoughts was she that she was completely caught off guard when a hand caught hers and pulled her into a vacant room, her building scream muffled as a pair of warm lips pressed needy and hungrily against hers. Her eyes immediately slipped closed, a moan taking the place of the scream as large, warm hands slid under her thighs, hoisting her up against the wall. She let him ravage her mouth in desperate hunger, her hands running through his silky hair, grasping a fistful when he bit her lips, a gasp escaping her. She heard him growl and she was hoisted onto his hips easily. She let out a breathless laugh as his mouth ghosted down her neck to her pulse, nipping and paying attention there.

"Damn..." She heard his husky voice murmur against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She's never heard his voice this deep and husky. He groaned as she shifted against him and buried his face into her hair.

Yoshimori carefully put her down, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Sorry." He said sheepishly. "Thought I had more self control. Apparently I don't."

Tokine smirked and pulled his hair. "Apparently. " She agreed. He laughed and held her close, inhaling her scent deeply before pulling away. "I think that'll last me until school is out." He said, smiling.

She frowned and pulled him back to her, resting her head against his chest. "I didn't know it'd be this hard to ignore you." She admitted. "It's torture."

"Yes it is," He agreed. "but you're the one who wanted this." She sighed and snuggled closer. "I know. I don't think I can do this again though." He laughed shakily and wrapped his arms around her. "Neither can I." He whispered in her ear. She whimpered and pressed against him. "I don't want to go." She felt him smile. "But you have to."

She sighed and released him, stepping back to run her fingers through her hair. "I guess I have to go."

He nodded and grasped her hand, bringing it to his cheek and pressing a kiss against her palm before releasing it, her breath caught at the gentle gesture. He gave her a genuine smile before slipping out of the room.

She leaned against the wall, reliving the past few minutes before she got control over herself to leave, a fake smile plastured on her face as she joined her friends, her eyes involuntarlly catching sight of him sitting under a tree with his friends, laughing at something someone said. She groaned inwardly and switched her attention back to her friends.

For once Tokine loved the bell signalling the end of school. She hastily packed up and darted out of the classroom, running past the entrance doors. Slowing as she saw their alley, a smile crept on her lips. "What has you smiling so happily about?" A male voice asked near her ear. She whirled around and hugged Yoshimori tightly, his laugh washing over her, his scent overwhelming her senses. She grinned as she stepped back, looking up into his bright eyes. "I'm happy for school to be over." He laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist before taking out his cell. "Hold up, I've got to get that recorded." Tokine glared at him and elbowed him in the stomach. "Shut up!"

He chuckled and pocketed the cell again, heading towards home with her close beside him. "I just can't believe you, Tokine, the genius brain, actually is glad school is over."

"It's your fault." She stated venomously.

"Oh contrare, my dear. You were the one who wanted to play pretend, remember? You can't blame this on me."

She mumbled something unintelligible and he just laughed.

"You take forever."

"Whatever happened to you always being the first one there?"

"Why can't you hurry? The ayakashis' won't kill themselves you know."

"Yoshimori, shut up!" He heard her yell back. He grinned as he heard her furiously stomp through the hallway and out the door, her glare furious. "I'm only speaking the truth." He teased.

She growled and stomped away, Hakubi trailing after her, sending Yoshimori hateful glares. The male crossed his arms and followed after her.

"Well you seem in a good mood tonight." Madarao said. Yoshimori grinned at the ghost dog. "I'm in a great mood."

"Would that have anything to do with Tokine being here?" The dog teased.

"It has everything to do with her being here." That shut the demon up, his big eyes widening at the blunt truth.

They reached Karasumori and Tokine and Yoshimori immediately split up, Yoshi taking the west side and Tokine the east.

It was well past two in the morning, with them killing a few minor ayakashis here and there. Both Hukabi and Madarao simultaneously looking up as hundreds of ayakashi auras appeared, the two teen Kekkaishis sensing as well. Ayakashis appeared out of nowhere all rushing for Yoshimori. Thank Kami they're all minors, Yoshimori thought as he killed off about twenty in one kekkai. Tokine tried to go help but was stopped with an axe landing into the ground, a hideous laugh echoing through the trees. "What a nice trap this is." She turned to confront a shadowed being that stood in the trees, easily over ten feet tall. "And what a beautiful mouse that I have caught. I'll have to thank the boss later for giving me such a pretty toy."

She grimaced and stepped into her stance, eyes trained on the ayakashi.

Tokine clutched her arm, red seeping past to trickle down her fingers and drip to the floor. She panted as she eyed the monster infront of her, sweat beading on her forehead. She winced as her leg protested beneath her, hoping and praying to the Kamis above that it won't give out.

The monster was truly hideous, a warped version of a minotaur. He stood on two feet, about fourteen feet tall, but one foot was completely different from the other. His left was the leg of a jaguar, the right a horse, making him have a limp. His tail swished angrily behind him, a cross between a jaguar's and lion's tail. He had the torso of a man and the head of a bull, only when he leered at her he showed rows of sharp teeth the length of her fingers. He wore ripped jeans and no shirt.

He laughed maniacally and swung an axe around like it weighed nothing but air, twirling it in the air beside him. The Minotaur bared his fangs in an ugly grin as it stalked closer, his tail lashing behind him, the wind whistling as it passed.

Tokine grimaced in pain and took a staggering step back, pain running up her shuddering leg. For every step she took back, the Minotaur countered with a step forward, his grin proving he was only playing with her and swung his axe. She flinched, the axe just barely missing her injured leg. Tokine flipped back and tried to keep her balance, her injured leg refusing any weight she put on it. The monster laughed and backhanded her into a wall behind her.

Tokine groaned and slowly got up, squinting as her vision went red in her right eye. She furiously wiped the blood away, that was her mistake. In that split second the Minotaur made his move. He darted forward, bringing his axe around his body, slashing down her front from her left shoulder to her right hip. Tokine spit up blood and fell to her knees, pressing desperately against the wound. She couldn't die here, not here in this place. Damn...

Yoshimori knew something was wrong, be that from his institution or the way the ayakashis tried their hardest to keep him separated from Tokine. He heard a deep laugh and scowled as he killed another forty. He felt Tokine's aura waver and cursed. Suddenly he heard a girl's scream and his vision went red, then black.

Wake up!

Wake up, Yoshimori!

YOSHIMORI WAKE UP!

Yoshimori blinked, his vision clearing to reveal only grey, no hills, no flowers, nothing but the color grey. He looked around but saw nothing.

Damn it, this is not the time! Focus! I can't help her unless you can see me, fool!

He squinted as a shadow blurred from the surroundings, it's shape never taking a distinct form. The shadow crept up to him, pausing momentarily. Kekkaishi and shadow stared at eachother. Suddenly the shadow gave a piercing shriek, it's true form appearing.

It was disgusting. It's face was a sickly white with blood red eyes with no pupils, just two glowing embers and a gaping black hole for a mouth. It's scaly white fingers with long talons for nails. It was clothed in a cloak of darkness, with no feet. It raised it's hands to him and swooped towards him.

Yoshimori threw up his hands with a cry, shielding his face. For a moment he could smell it's disgusting stench for breath and felt it's talons start to tear into his arms before it suddenly vanished.

He lowered his hands to see a being with black wings infront of him with a horrible looking sword in it's hand. The being turned and Yoshimori gasped.

The being looked exactly like him except for a few characteristics. For one the being had the same glowing red embers as the shadow thing except there was a softness and emptiness to them. It had two protruding horns on it's forehead. It had on a plain red wifebeater and black slacks, with no shoes. It's skin was black as night.

The being scowled at Yoshimori and the same voice from before rang through the area, only coming from the being, except he wasn't moving his lips.

Stop gawking at me! I brought you here for a reason not for you to gawk at me!

Yoshimori blinked. Who are you?

The monster roared in rage, baring his teeth in anger.

We've already met you idiot! I am Death, this is my true form. I took the form of you as a kid so you could be more comfortable then but now is not the time for this! Mate is in trouble. You must save her!

Mate?

Tokine! The demon roared. Tokine is in danger and close to dying! I can feel her soul starting to knock at my domain. You are my ruler so I allowed you to live but Tokine can not come back once gone! You must save her!

How? I will die myself if I can't defeat the ayakashi that is fighting her or the ayakashis I'm fighting.

Death snorted. You are thinking in terms of the living. You are not living, you never have "lived," even as a newborn. You will be able to defeat them easily.

What do you mean? How? I don't have that kind of strength.

You had not died then. Now I can lend you my strength.

Wait what about that crap when you said I always died? If that's true then why didn't I come back?

Be honest, Yoshimori. Would you have believed me if I told you the truth then? You can die, but you must be stabbed in the heart or decapitated. Any other fatal wounds will just make you pass out. Now enough of this; listen closely to what next I have to say and don't interrupt. Mate is slowly dying right now but her Other is trying to prolong it as much as she can, to give us time.

There is a monster there, not an ayakashi. It has escaped my domain and into the living. I will grant you my sword and there you will battle it. It's weakness is it's heart. It's skin is steel except around it's heart. Stab it there and he will die, then you must cut Mate's palm along with yours and press them together, performing a blood bond. It will allow some of your blood to heal her wound. Understand?

Yes.

Death nodded. Then I release you. Hurry!

Tokine fell to the ground, gasping for air, her vision starting to fade. Above her she heard the crazy laugh of the being who sentenced her to death, obviously enjoying himself. Her lungs starved for oxygen but it seemed she couldn't get enough to satisfy them. Her heart pounded in her ears and her visioned wavered. A blurry figure appeared in her line of sight and she heard an inhuman roar, more terrible than the puny Minotaur, then nothing, black wings of black taking over her sight.

Soo? Pretty sweet right? I told you I was gonna reshape the whole story. It's kinda gotten out of the way I originally planned for it to be. I think I may change the summary :P