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This is hopefully the first chapter of a series. As this is only the second story of this extent in which I've written. Any and all comments are appreciated. I would like to hear any suggestions as to what I could have done better of what I've actually done right. And as before, Please enjoy. :)

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A school legend was that a girl had fallen from, or even jumped, from the school rooftop. Even now, after years, the legend had grown into a story that the school was haunted. When I wanted to be alone, I'd go up there and sit down.

Occasionally students would say they saw her ghost now and then. A faint apparition on the edge of the stone roof. But most didn't believe in them, it was just a fancy. Didn't concern me. It wasn't the company of a ghost I wanted. It was to be alone with myself, at least till I met him.

"Your so quite today", he rested against the stone wall in a crouch a couple feet from me, looking towards the sprawling view of the skyline in the afternoon sun. He could see rain clouds gathering in the distance.

My silence bothered him enough for him to turn away from the skyline. Taking in the full of my figure as was his way.

He was tall, and kept the dark gold of his mane carefully corded into dreads. He had the poise of a relaxed lion, expressing himself more through his muscled body then the cut of his clothes. A single diamond earring pierced through his left ear, simple white t-shirt, and the contours of his lower legs peeking out from baggy plaid shorts.

"Normally you're so talkative." His voice warm and showing no real persistence. The voice deep and confident as usual. A natural island accent, more Jamaican than anything else.

"Well, you know how it was Valentine's day yesterday, Demont?" I replied, my voice small in my reluctance to bring up what had been bothering me."I happened to receive a few valentines, but one came from a guy." Biting my lip in worried thought, I gazed at my friend next to me. I felt an unfound agitation spread over me. As if it was wrong for me to mention such a thing. Perhaps this was part of the hesitation I had felt. A grin spread over the lions muzzle suddenly before he erupted in laughter. Neither mocking nor cruel it never the less rang unbearably against my ears. Deep and loud it resounded over the stone school rooftop, bringing a deep red to my face. Grabbing the lining of my friends collar tightly with one hand, I glared at Demont.

"Hey! Don't laugh! What if this guy is serious?" I exclaimed in anger, my voice barely subdued, as I pushed my face in front of Demont's.

A flash of a warm smile."Aye, aye, sorry. I just thought it was funny how you said it. Its not a big deal ya know, there be quite a few furs here who lean that way, an maybe you do to." Demont answered as he broke again into irrepressible laughter. At this I was mortified. Weakly, I dug my knuckle into the lion's jaw. "Haha! Easy! Joking! Joking!"

Demont puts his hands up in mock surrender as I step away, a little huffed. He looked at me suddenly with great seriousness. "I apologize Schro for being a little rash. I know there's nothing wrong with being gay." I relaxed, mildly curious at his change of mood. Letting him go and giving a step back.

"Oh its just fine Demont. You know I can't stay mad at you. No need to get all serious." I replied in earnest, resting against the wall again next to him, but this time we looked at each other in full. I paused, and continued plainly, "Im not offended or anything."

"How bout we not talk about that later then," Demont answered, giving a warm smile. "But hey do you want to come over to my house later? Its empty today and we can have fun playing video games." I was quite amazed, he always had a way of surprising me, yet I couldn't help but to admire him immensely. I loved even the contours of his face, the large catlike face, yet infinitely more feral - a large nose, eyes deep and expressive, and full Cupid's bow lips against the rugged jaw. Surrounded in the mane of dreadlocks.

Turning my face away I asked sheepishly, trying to avoid the question. "But don't we both have the same system? Why would you want me to come over if we could just play online together?"

"Oh but isn't there a novelty to it? Its like game developers forget that their audience even has friends to play over with. Its fun every once in awhile to play a racing game with someone you can yell at beside you."

"But are you sure its alright? Your parents wont mind that I just drop in, especially since they don't know me?" I couldn't believe it, he really wanted me to come over. Happiness swept over me.

"Oh please, its fine"

"Then sure I will." I replied in glee.

"Ah, passing period is about over. Time to get back to class then. I'll walk down first and you can come down a little after me." The lion finishes. Slapping the wall behind him, the lion steady's himself up, standing taller then me. I was always somewhat glad he was taller then me, it put things in perspective. Though most furs were taller then me, as I was only sixteen. My face was thin and characteristically reptilian, as it should be since I was a dragon. It brought attention to my bright eyes. Naturally rimmed in kohl like black, they brought out the green of the iris. Small and high-browed, they are the only hint of eastern heritage in my otherwise western features. My scales were a dull, gray-blue and creamy white. People told me I was too thin but I couldn't help it, I was born this way.

Demont opened the rooftop door with a loud squeak of its hinges. We looked down the small stairwell as cool air rushed out toward us from the building's AC. Oh how the feeling was delicious against me, it was thickly hot out in the afternoon air.

"Damn, I know its hot out but they act like they need it at 60 degrees." I exclaimed as I tramped down the stairs, my flat soled shoes thumping against the wooden boards after closing the rooftop door.

"Hey its a relief to those who actually have fur on a day like this, you pussy lizardfolk cant stand any amount of cold." Demont grinned back good-naturedly.

"That's just a stereotype!" I protested.

"Whatever, -Demont flashing another bright smile out me- now hush so we can do this right." He looked out a moment into the upper hallway of the school before slipping out, I followed a few seconds after him. Quickly walking out of the cramped passage and through the opposite way from Demont.

Looking back as I walked, I admired again my best friend. A young female Hyena toke Demont by the arm. The two talked animatedly as they walked with long, lithe strides through the semi-crowded, brightly lit corridor. Past other groups of students and clanging lockers. Off to another AP class most likely. Demont was always the center of attention ever since I had first seen him. He was popular but he didn't flaunt it. He didn't notice his looks. Sure, he was plenty mature but he had a way laughing at everything and being silly. He really stood out as fun. Such optimism few could hope to meet.

I sighed to myself as I directed my way to history class. We kept our friendship a secret. At there school such a relationship between two students was somewhat scandalous. It wasn't a huge deal but there just a certain line you didn't cross, to avoid awkward confrontations. While Demont was popular and outgoing, I was more or less in a completely different group. Not a bad group in my opinion, just an unruly one. It was a mutual agreement to stick to our groups to avoid all the trouble. High society doesn't mingle with the middle class. Seniors don't mingle with the Freshman. Almost opposites, but we just wanted to be friends.

The rest of the day passed quickly. I was practically jumping from excitement.

Demont's house was small, but not particularly cluttered or unclean. A typical house in our mid-western city. A worn wooden porch over looked the open yard that ended at a particularly busy street. The inside of the house was quite fine, furnished in tasteful traditional furnishings and low lights. I toke all of this in with muted wonder as I had to stop every once and awhile to peer at the small framed photographs lining the wall with islandic wooden frames. My mind drifted with the irrational impressions of these little portraits, looking over the catlike faces gazing out at me, happy and complete they seemed. Alive. Demont as a child with a much bigger lion, that I toke to be his father. Demont with pair of large drums wrapped in beaded knit.Yet there was a slight uneasiness about me, unaware if I was breaking some custom or tradition by looking at them, so closely.

"Jesus, you really do have quite" -I was interrupted by Demont shaking his head.

"Don't say his name in vain."

I nodded, embarrassed. "Im sorry, I didn't know you were religious."

"Im not, but it is disrespectful to use peoples names in such a way. Jesus Christ or anyone, you wouldn't like someone using your name that way." He replied, not a tad bit angry but still solemn.

I was quite, struck by how such a thing made sense. I had never thought of it in that way. Demont toke my hand and led me up a short flight of stairs to his room, marking the south-east corner of the house. The large wooden bed with high posts and trimmed with simple designs, a dresser with an African flag draped over it, held down by a cream colored lamp. Clothes scattered over books. A dark wooden desk sat at one side of the room with a television taking up the entire right side, the other side covered in what appeared to be last weeks homework. We sat down on one side of the bed, my gaze still wondering over the room.

"You know those people you hang out with are just bringing more attention to yourself. Which means someone could catch on to us two if they start wondering about you." Demont mentioned as he turned on the game system.

It was my turn to smile at this different side of my friend. "Nervous about it? Im sure we'll be fine." I said with genuine optimism. "Im rarely beaten in anything and I certainly wont be troubled over a little school drama." I could hear the heavy sound of rain hitting the glass windows.

"If your set on it, im with you." the lion replies as he handed me a controller. The two look at each other in an awkward moment. Suddenly Demont's brow creased in curiosity as moves a little closer, giving a light sniff at my cheek. I looked away, slightly uncomfortable.

"What is it?" I asked. The scent of cigarettes washes over Demont's senses. The lion drew back, glaring at me.

"You smell strongly of smoke" the lion retorts. Cigarettes were vile things. "I smell it on you."

"What? That's just my-" I reply quickly, sounding a bit defensive, my voice vague and distant. Not meaning to, the sound brings a sense of annoyance. I didn't want to sound that way but for some reason it came out that way.

My plea was cut off as Demont's mane presses against my chest. My eyes widen and a shrill sound escaped my mouth as I feel Demont's lips press over my own. I felt like I was losing my mind. Sudden panic. Breath being pulled from me. How forced it seemed, but I was stricken. Leaning against the lions strong body. Pushing him away, firmly but not roughly, I fall back against the bed post with a gasp.

"I can tell it was you that wasn't smoking, but where did it come from?" Demont demands, looking across at me, his face cold and impassive.

"My whole family are heavy smokers" I replied in, stammering. My body felt hot and I felt like tearing at my scales. The warmth in Demont's expression returned. But I could only stare wide-eyed at him.

"Sorry I just wanted to know."

I got quickly to my feet, fingers pressed over my lips. "I-im sorry I have to go." I exclaimed, slightly muted from between my fingers and over the sound of the rain. "I...I have to..." Stumbling out the room I could feel Demont after me,

"W-wait Schro! Its raining!" But the lions cries come to me to late as I stumbled out of the front door into the heavy sheet of rain. The lion stops at the wet porch, a pained look on his face as he watches after.

Waves of both hot and cold, not caring where I went. Passing car lights outlined in the rain.

"M-my God that was my first kiss..." I gasped into the rain.