A Different Life

If you have reviewed, I thank you and I'm sorry I didn't answer them this round, but I am a bit out of it due to a very nasty cold and a million plot bunnies running around my head. I'm slowly fixing that problem and hopefully I will have the next chapter to my sweet heart of a beta in the next week or so. ^_^ Thank you all for being patient.


“You know, you should just ask him out,” Xander says softly to Ikkaku as Kira works on opening the doors to the building, a loud groan coming from the doors.

“What!?” Ikkaku yells out, causing Xander to giggle softly as Kira and Shuhei turn around to look at them. Ikkaku blushes and mutters something about it not being important. Kira nods, looking unconvinced, but not wanting to push it, while Shuhei rolls his eyes and makes a note to bug the other at a later time for the reason behind his out burst.

“Well, I just mean, you obviously like Kira and he likes you if the looks that he keeps sliding to you mean anything,” Xander says innocently, following the two into the large building and towards a large private room. Looking around, he smiles as Oz puts down a bag that no one had noticed and pulled out an IPod speaker set. Moving over to it, he put his own IPod into the holder and sets his favorite set of songs to play. Creeds ‘Torn’ comes out of the speakers as Ikkaku takes a seat next to Yumichika, looking lost deep in thought.

The others sit down and grab scrolls, books and paper to write on. Well, in Shunsui’s case, he sat back and smirked, finding a jar of sake and a dish for him. The others started to read, hardly noticing the tea that was delivered and refilled every so often.

After a while, Oz looked up, hearing someone other then the radio singing. Looking over at Xander, he smiled soft as the other male continued to sing with the music. Watching the other move his head up and down as he sang softly, Oz nudges Shunsui, tilting his head towards Xanders direction. Looking up, his eyes widen as the others take notice of the absently singing Xander.

“Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head. No time for mourning, ain't got no time. Should have been dead o a Sunday morning banging my head. No time for mourning, Ain't got no time. And I said oh... So I held my head up high, hiding hate that burns inside, which only fuels their selfish pride. And I said oh...All held captive, out from the sun. A sun that shines on only some, we the meek, are all in one,” the long haired male sang. The people in the room were in awe of the soft voice that put a different spin on the words that were being sung. He continued to sing without noticing them.

“I cry out to God, seeking only his decision. Gabriel stands and confirms, I've created my own prison. I cry out to God, seeking only his decision. Gabriel stands and confirms I've created my own prison,” he sings before stopping and rereading a part of the scroll in front of him. Making a note on his note pad, he doesn’t notice the others shake their heads and turn back to their own scrolls and books.

Another song comes on, one that makes Xander look up looks sad. The other look at him as he got up and walked into a small room off to the side.

Xander’s P.O.V.

I slid down the wall, crying softly as I listened to the song that me and Jesse used to listen to when we were both down and sad for various reasons. He never knew why I was always so sad. I have a loving family, two wonderful friends and good grades, no matter what others think. He never really understood the fact that my pain came from not being able to tell him what I was and what I hunted.

Hurray for..a child that makes it through,
If there's any way because,
The answer lies in you,
They're laid to rest, before...
They've known just what to do,
Their souls are lost because...
They could never find.

I cry for the loss of a friend who never knew what I truly looked like. I cry for someone who I had loved for so long but never told. I think though, that I most regret never telling him was that I knew how he felt, even if it was because I had so many secrets and was just never able to tell him.

What's this life for?...
What's this life for?...
What's this life for?...
What's this life for?....

Sniffling, I look up at the ceiling and frown about the thought of Darla and the way in one night, she screwed up my entire life. She took Jesse and made him a creature that I hunted, forcing me to stake him just as I told him I loved him and always would. I could still taste the ash as he was pushed onto the stake that I held.

I see your soul, it's kind of grey,
You see my heart, you look away,
You see my wrists, I know your pain,
I know the purpose on your plane,
Don't say your last prayer because..
You could never find...

Looking up as I hear the door, I see Shunsui and Oz standing there and hear that someone is switching songs. Smiling softly, I stand up and brush off my jeans.

“Hey, what’s up?” Oz asks softly, looking at me with his wonderful green eyes. Eyes that I’ve come to love without truly meaning to.

“Just memories,” I tell him softly. He nods and moves up to my front, bringing me close to his body. I stiffen in surprise and shock. I feel Shunsui come around and press against my back, holding me between them. I could feel their wolves rub against me and…I suppose growl in happiness would be the best way to describe it. I melt into the two bodies surrounding me and close my eyes as I feel the tears prickling my eyes again. Sighing softly, I pull back after a moment and smiled at them again.

“I found what I was looking for, but first, I need to find a book that has the other half of the ritual,” I finally say, causing the two surrounding me to smile softly at him.

“And which book is that?” Shunsui asks, playing with a bit of my hair with his big fingers. I smirk and look up at him.

“The Karma Sutra, the original one,” I says, watching as they both pause and then groan softly in union. Laughing, I wiggle away from them and head to the shelf that I had seen the book on. They yell out after me and follow close behind, though I could tell they were both thinking the same thing about me.

Soon, we were all around the table and talking about what needed to be done, where it was going to be done at and how it was going to be done. It looked like we were going to Sunnydale and sooner then we were expecting.

Good thing it was a weekend, huh?

What's this life for?...
What’s this life for?...
What's this life for?...
What’s this life for?...