A/N: Spice here. This is what I do in chemistry, when I'm supposed to be doing…something else.


If you didn't know them, you'd think they didn't love each other. You'd think it was just about the sex. At night, every night, you'd hear the shrieks of passion and the deep-throated moans, and you'd think they're disgusting. Animals.

If you didn't know them, you wouldn't see the way the redhead's nimble hands would shake as he hurriedly plucked leaves and boiled water. You wouldn't see the tender way in which he wiped away blood and stitched wounds, wouldn't see his beautiful face fall into those hands and sob, as he wondered, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, if the little hiyoukai would survive the night.

If you didn't know them, you wouldn't see tiny fingers stroke red locks damp with sweat. You wouldn't see crimson eyes look on worriedly as the stress of life became too much for the kitsune and he purged his stomach until he could do no more than choke and retch as tears dripped down his face to mingle with the bile.

If you didn't know them, you wouldn't notice that some nights the screams of pleasure became cries of terror. You wouldn't see long arms wrap tightly around slender shoulders that shook with hysteric sobs, wouldn't see ruby red gems fall like rain from eyes the same shade. You wouldn't hear rose-tinted lips croon words of comfort into a shock of midnight hair until the tiny form finally cried himself back into an uneasy sleep.

If you didn't know them, you'd think they didn't love each other. You'd think they didn't care. But those who do know them can see the truth.