I seem to have made an epic fail on my part.

I forgot about Dawson -.-'…[shows what a great author I am…]

He was meant to be a pretty big part of this fan fiction, so I am going to start to incorporate him into it more.

Kisshu: Fuck you.

Me: That hurts TT_TT

Naomi: Yay! Dawson :3

Dawson: (;

So here's Chapter 11!

Chapter 11: Naomi's Point Of View.

How do baths always manage to make me ponder at my life?

Naomi sunk lower into the steamy water, sighing. Kisshu had teleported her back to her house about thirty minutes ago, and when he left he was obviously disappointed about the lack of Naomi smooches he received.

"So what if I didn't kiss him." Naomi grumbled to herself, "So what if I want to just be friends? I like being his friend."

She trailed her finger through the vanilla-scented bubbles.

"So what if he can't always get what he wants." She sniffed, and laid down, only her face poking out from the water.

"I don't want to be mean to Kisshy, I like him, I really do, just not like that."

Naomi finished her bath and sat in the bathroom while she lazily watched her tub water go down the drain. The steam in the air wrapped around her like a warm embrace, and she smiled and wiped her hand across her mirror, trying to clear the fog on it.

Her reflection looked back at her, violet eyed and pale, since her Summer tan was now missing.

Naomi saw a smudge of black in the mirror, and tried to wipe it away with her thumb. When nothing happened, she tried rubbing harder, which only made the smudge bigger.

When she looked closely at it, it seemed to look like a face, almost like…

The face from my dream.

Naomi's blood ran cold as she frantically tried to rub away the smudge.

She finally got rid of it and sighed with relief when her phone went off, causing her to scream and making her cat ears and tail pop out.

"H-Hello..?" She whimpered, the end of her tail twitching.

"Naomi? It's Dawson. Is something wrong?"

"N-No! Nothing's wrong! My phone going off scared me, that's all!" She giggled nervously, "So what's up, nya?"

"Well actually, I was wondering if you would want to come to my house tomorrow. But you don't have to if you don-"

"I would love to!" Naomi interrupted.

Dawson chuckled and gave Naomi his address.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked her.

"Definitely!" Naomi exclaimed, grinning so big she thought for a second her mouth might fall off her face.

"See you then. Can't wait." He chuckled and said, "Bye, see you tomorrow."

"Ah yes, tomorrow. Uh- Bye Dawson, nyan!" She tapped end on her cell phone.

Naomi held her phone to her chest and spun out of her bathroom happily singing,

"The hills are alive, with the sooooound of music~!"

Naomi giggled and fell on her bed, her comforter mushrooming around her.

"Me, Dawson, at his house!" She squealed, flailing her arms around her.

Naomi felt her hand hit a piece of paper, and glanced over at it.

It was a note. Naomi sat up and grabbed the wrinkled piece of paper in her hands.

Yo, Kitten,

I'm not quite sure why I wrote you a note, I guess I just want to keep contact with you. This is my version of a… E-Mail? Or text message? Whatever it's called, heh heh. So uh, anyway, I was wondering if you would like to see me again anytime soon? Because I would like to see you. Maybe we could have another snowball fight, if the snow is still here. Well, I'll see you around,

Love, Kisshu.

The part that mainly caught Naomi's eye was the "love" part.

Love, love. No, no, no, it can't mean anything, right? He was just ending the letter. Now if he had wrote "I love you", it would have been different. But he didn't. It was just the ending of the note, nyan.

Naomi nodded to herself and sat the note on her dresser.

She laid underneath her blankets, yawning, and stared at the ceiling.

"It.. Was just an ending…" she murmured to herself, growing sleepier and sleepier, eventually drifting off.

Chapter 11: Kisshu's Point Of View.

Damn, it is cold tonight. Kisshu thought, gritting his teeth together.

Sorry my kitty, I can't sleep outside your window tonight, I have to find somewhere warm.

Kisshu floated away from Naomi's house, and towards the park.

Not sure what good this is going to do me, but it's worth a shot.

His golden eyes darted around for somewhere he could go that was warm, but he found nowhere.

"Damn it." He swore, shuddering, "It shouldn't be this cold."

He rubbed his hands up and down quickly on his arms, hoping to warm himself, even if just a little.

Suddenly something not to far in the distance caught his eye. It appeared to be a person, surrounded by an eerie green glow.

Kisshu raised an eyebrow and bravely flew toward it.

"Who are you, eh?" He demanded.

The person drew closer and closer, and Kisshu could finally make out who it was.

Shit.

It was the head from his dreams, but it now had a body.

The amber glow of the streetlights made it look even more revolting and horrifying than it already was.

Kisshu narrowed his eyes. "Who are you! What are you? Why do you appear in mine and Naomi's dreams? And why are you here, now?"

The creature's pitch-black eye sockets fixed about Kisshu.

"I am Shisha. So many questions you have. But they do not matter, you won't be alive much longer anyway. Nor will the girl."

Shisha grinned it's horrible grin, and Kisshu was fuming.

"I don't care what you do to me, but if you do so much as lay one finger on Naomi, I will tear you apart." Kisshu summoned his Dragon Swords, and lunged for Shisha. His attack went right through it.

"I'm not actually living yet, you fool. But I will be in time. And I will come for you. And the girl. I'll give you the pleasure of watching me destroy her, so don't you worry." It cackled, and started to fade away.

"Damn you! DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!" He yelled as loudly as he could, but it didn't matter,

Shisha was already gone.

Well, that's all for Chapter 11. Stick around for Chapter 12 please, nya~!(: