Fantasy has never been his weakness, but it was difficult for him to believe Natori.

"What are you speaking about, Natori-san?" Natsume was truly puzzled. "Is it really only one way to shake off the curse, otherwise you'll… die?"

There were no creatures Natsume wanted to see dead, and, of course, he has never wish Natori-san to depart. If Natsume was used to self-analysis he would honestly confess that he not only became attached to exorcist, but also realize that he liked Natori-san more than a friend. But he rarely thought about his private life or, to be precise, it's absence and was too modest even to think about Natori-san as his boyfriend.

"There are no other ways." Natori was unnaturally pale. His voice was weak and it was obvious for Natsume that exorcist doesn't feel himself good enough even to speak. "But I don't want to force you. Ultimately I am an exorcist and every skilled one always has to be morally ready to die…"

Natsume sighed bravely and leaned across Natori-san who was lifelessly lying on the ground. "I wish to know a pervert who invented this curse. Even its name is odd. Who could name the curse "The curse of sleeping beauty"? However… Isn't Natory-san beautiful?" These were Natsume's last clear thoughts before he was kissed.

Natori was truly grateful to fate that Natsume have not read so much fairy tales and did not get to the bottom of his play, which was far from the best in his actor career.

End.

A/N I want to know your opinion to know if I should write something else or not. So, please, review.