Love, was probably a debt incurred from your past lives

Habits, were probably hints of your past happenings

Desire, was probably something that you have been hunting down for a long, long time.

Admiration, was probably a reminder of something left undone…

"Why won't you listen to reason?"

"I'm a goblin! Goblins do things in their own way. Don't get into the way, please. Else I would have to treat you as an enemy one day."

"Then I'll have to stop you before its too late, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about?"

The smaller man, dressed in traditional exorcist costume open his eyes and stared at the goblin sadly. He stepped forward and gave the tall goblin a light peck on the cheek. And turned back, refusing to look at the goblin.

"I'm really sorry. I have to stop you. Please hate me…" With that, the young exorcist clasped his hands and began chanting. He threw out a scroll which unrolled and bound tightly to the black-winged goblin.

"What are you doing? Stop it!" The Goblin growled, trying to unbind himself. But all was too late. The ceremony had started, and the rock meant to seal the goblin up had cracked open.

The young exorcist could not tear his eyes away from the goblin that he was about to seal up. As the rock was about to close up, the goblin looked up into the young exorcist's eyes and his eyes glittered in hate and anger.

When the rock had closed up, the young exorcist rushed forward and hugged the big rock, tears dropping uncontrollably from his red eyes. The tears splashed over the rock and some dropped onto the floor.

"No one can break this seal except the tears from my soul." The young exorcist whispered to the rock. With that, the young exorcist chanted the sealing spell onto the rock. "This is my last present to you…"

"The next time when I wake you up, the world would have become more peaceful and you would forget about all this bloodthirstiness. Let me be the only person that you would hate…"

And the young exorcist gave the rock a kiss before turning his back and walking down the long flight of stairs, never to come back again.

Why must you do that?

He would not be grateful to you…

I know it…

"Kan chan!"

You should have just killed him…

But I can't leave him alone…

He's going to get you for revenge

So be it…I can fine with that…

"Kan chan!"

I am fine with that… Because…

He will get you for revenge…

"Kan chan!"

Revenge…

Revenge…

Because… I love him…

"Kan chan wake up!" Youko shook her sleeping master violently.

Kantarou woke up, the action of him springing his eyes open caused tears brimming in his eyes to trickle from the side of his eye. He laid still, stunned, staring blankly into Youko's large brown eyes.

"Kan chan?" Youko asked, worried. she placed her hand onto Kantarou's forehead to check for any signs of a fever.

The action from youko snapped Kantarou out of his daze, and he quickly smiled his trademark smile, eyes shifting back into that smart, know-all gaze he always held as a scholar of folklorism.

"Its nothing much…" Kantarou smiled, getting out of bed.

"You're lying through your teeth…" Youko grumbled, obviously not convinced.

Kantarou gave a small laugh. "It's really nothing much. I just had a funny dream, that's all."

That's really all there is to it… Kantarou thought. Only it has been the third time this week…

A/N: This idea has been bugging me ever since i watched the last few episodes of Tactics, and so there you are... This is the first fanfic I've posted here... be nice... thanx a lot!