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I'm glad that you enjoy my stories and just for a thank you, I'm going to make a special one-shot chapter.

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Urian sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked down Garden Street, zoning out some. Acheron had recently married Tory, and with the nest full of love birds, familiar and painful scars reopened. He missed his wife every single day, and that only became worse when he saw Acheron, the man he never thought would settle down, do just that.

So lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize the woman he was about to walk into until he had knocked her flat on her behind. Blinking his eyes, he looked down into a pair just a few shades darker then his icy blue. Those eyes belonged to a woman with a beautiful heart shaped face, eyes tilted just slightly to hint at Asian decent, and long black hair that was such a true black that it shined a soft blue in the street lights.

She was glaring at him, lush pink lips in a deep frown. He vaguely realized she had been talking to him. Pity that he didn't care enough to even try to listen to her.

But she was persistent, and Urian found a perfectly manicured finger in his face as she went off about how it was rude to knock someone down and not even help them up and how it was even ruder not to apologize. Glaring, he grabbed her finger, making those lovely eyes widen as she stared up at the angry scowl on his face.

"Listen very closely, I am not in the mood to deal with you woman. So I suggest you turn around and leave now before I lose what little patience I have." Urian meant for his words to be scary and to make her turn and run away. What he got was one little spit fire even more riled up and ready to break him a new one.

He found himself amused with how this tiny little thing was in his face, ranting and raving at him. He also began to notice things he shouldn't have, like how that lovely flush went from the tops of her cheeks to even below the hem of her shirt, how her eyes sparkled with an inner fire, and how her perfectly full breasts fought against the restriction of her thin t-shirt with every breath she took.

"-Are you even listening to me, you annoying blonde oaf? Or are you too busy staring at my chest, you baka hentai?"

That snapped him out of thoughts, which had evolved her saying something much different and with much less clothing. He frowned at her, trying to figure out what "baka" and "hentai" meant. That didn't really matter because he had just found a something new to do. And that something new was currently storming away, making the lovely little backside sway just right to make naughty thoughts become naughtier.

-OMDH-

For two weeks that blonde oaf had fallowed her. And for two weeks Kagome found herself waiting all day just to see him as she walked home from work. So she wasn't surprised when he had found her at a local bar, drunk as could be and being ushered off by a troupe of equally handsome blondes, and reacted as only a possessive boyfriend could.

He obliterated them, and afterwards scooped her up, walking her to her car and buckling her in before driving her home. The whole time he had been angrily ranting about how stupid she was being and how she should have known better then to go off with a group of Daimons. Well, too drunk to really care, she kissed him sloppily and invited him to night in her bed.

This led to her waking up with a pounding headache, and in the strong, muscled arms of Urian. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she felt a sadness fill her. After he'd wake up, the truth would come out. He'd leave, probably never to be seen again, and she would be left alone, like always. She bit her lip, rolling over so incase she cried she could hide it from him.

But Urian surprised her once again as he woke up rolling her back over so he could wipe away her tears. "Hey, don't cry, Kagome."

That made her mad. He wasn't supposed to be sympathetic, it just made it worse. She shoved him, getting out of his arms and out of the bed. She threw of her clothes, needing something between her and him no matter how small. He simply blinked, propping himself up on his elbow, making the sheets fall to his hips revealing the toned expanse of his abdomen. She vaguely recalled licking those abs, a thought she pushed away.

He smiled, though there was an uncertainty barely hidden in those usually cold eyes. "Was I that bad?"

Her lip trembled, and her hands clenched into tiny fists. "You know why I'm upset. Now that you've gotten what you want you're going to leave, just like all the other men in my life."

This made his smile to into a frown, and he sat up, keeping the sheets covering him. He reached out, pulling her protesting form into his arms. "I don't know what gave you that idea, but you're stuck with me."

She paused, before looking up at him, her eyes wide. "B-But…do you mean it?"

"Duh," He smirked, flicking her cheek. "Why do you think I haven't killed you yet? I'd miss that mouth of yours way too much."

She frowned, but hugged him. After a long moment, a thought finally sprung into her mind. "Urian, what's a Daimon?"

His eyes widened and she swore she could read his thoughts. 'Shit…'

-OMDH-

Extra long because I didn't have enough time to write three separate ones this weekend. Enjoy!