I do not own XxxHolic or any of its characters, only Clamp does. I wish I did, but sadly I don't. Any thing I write is pure fiction and although it may have references from the actual story, it isn't the true story. So don't complain if it doesn't go like you want it to.

Also, there will be some implied boy x boy and yaoi, so if you don't like that kind of stuff, than don't read this.

Enjoy!

~Reiya

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A- Anger

Whenever I see you, I get angry. I don't know why this happens and I can't help it.

Take for instance today. It's Valentine's Day and as usual, girls you care nothing for showered you with chocolates that you won't eat.

I tried to knock some sense into you, saying you should be more courteous to those girls who were brave enough to reveal their feelings to you.

You just looked at me with that blank face and asked me how many I'd received? Of course I don't tell you, but you know I didn't get any, especially since Himawari-chan wasn't here today.

My silence is enough to tell you everything and you smirk that stupid smirk that I hate so much. I would have yelled more, but we'd reached the shop and I have to go in.

I expect you to follow, but when I look back, you've already left and my anger redoubles, trying to hide the sadness that grips my chest in a cold fist that centers on my heart.

Shacking it off, I go inside, throw my stuff into the room she's let me use since I first met her. I have work to do and only so much to do it in. She's expecting guests and I'm to cook, of course, so I can't be dwelling on stupid emotions I don't understand.

It's late when I finally drag myself off to the room. Taking a quick shower, I decide to do some homework, since I can't seem to get to sleep.

I drag my bag onto the bed, dumping all of my stuff out unceremoniously. Sifting through it for my pencil, I notice an addition to my things: a small brown box held together by a blue ribbon.

I lift it gently by my fingertips, expecting it to bite me. There's evil smoke coming off it, so I figure it's safe to open at least.

Slowly I pull the ends of the ribbon, setting it aside as I lift the lid off of the box. I frown at the contents, not having expected this.

Lifting the note, I see the chocolates, store bought by the looks of the plastic wrap. I look at the note, not sure if I should read it or be afraid.

Finally getting the nerve, I open the folded paper glancing over the fine script that works it's way across the paper, forcing me to reread it over and over.

You are not forgotten

Even if you believe

Yourself to be alone.

There's no name, but I recognize your hand writing easily. I feel heat spreading across my cheeks and warmth fills my chest as I read it.

Why is it, only you can get me so angry and yet you alone can blow my anger away with just one gesture? I'll never know why this is, but I'll keep the image I've created up. People still think we're enemies, Doumeki Shizuka.

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AWW, sorry, but I couldn't keep away from the fluffy stuff when it comes to these two. There just so adorable. I hoped you enjoyed this as much as I did.

Ch. 2 B- Blood will be up soon, so keep an eye out for it.

~Reiya