DISCLAIMER: ok as much as I would like to own Paradise Kiss, I don't so I won't even claim it to be. But I do own however the storyline. That's just how far it goes.

A/N: a one-shot deal for the parakiss gang. Well I've been thinking about what possible thing could happen after the series you know before Yukari got married. Well anyway, here goes nothing.

INESCAPABLE

A letter. I got a letter this morning in the mail. I've been receiving a lot of junk mails lately. Actually I was about to throw this one away too but then when I looked at the return address, it said France. Like who the hell lived in France that I knew? Oh yeah him. This was surprising. After almost ten years of nothing and now this. He must have ate something that made him do this. Or perhaps Isabella's ranting finally got to him. Who knows? Oh what the hell, I opened the letter and read it.

The nerve of that guy asking me to come meet him…the letter said, 'Caroline, meet me at the meeting…blah blah blah…' I really thought of just ignoring the entire thing. I mean, ten years and now he had some nerve asking me to meet him. He may have left me a gift but what I wanted was something more. Never did he call or sent word once over that time and now this. I thought he would come back. It was so much like George to make a grand entrance or grand exit but…I must be going crazy. I haven't even said his name in a long time and now I'm in my car driving to meet him.

The music is playing loud. Rock music. Arashi's music. Yeah. It reminds me of before and after when things started to settle down a bit. I don't know why my heart seems to be pounding like crazy. I've let George go a long time ago so it's really weird that I'm starting to feel something like this. I've moved on. I like my life now. I guess that's why I'm all butterfly-stomach right now. Knowing George, he might just mess everything up, make me believe and fall again. No. That's not going to happen now.

Anyway, I am three hours late. So what? What did it matter now? It's not like it's going to be such a big deal. He wanted to meet me and talk. I wonder what. Perhaps that's also why I came…to know what it is that he wanted. When I arrived, I sat in my car for awhile, thinking if it was really worth the five-hour drive back to Tokyo. I am here already so what the hell. I got out, dressed in a white blouse and a skirt that went up to my knee, yeah ok I'm going through with this.

I went inside. The place was cramped. Since I was late, I remained in the back. I saw him there in front, at the stage as he presented more of his master pieces. It was so much like him. He was still the same. He was addressing the crowd now. I wasn't really listening. I looked around me and there were people everywhere. I knew there wasn't any remote possibility that he would see me. Like I really wanted it right? So I just stood there, amidst the crowd, letting them drown me. But as George spoke, I thought I saw him look straight at me. My heart skipped a beat. I could almost laugh at myself. How could he possibly look at me when there were too many people there?

When he finished, other designers took the stage. Now I really wasn't paying attention to what was happening in front. I could hear people talking about George and how great he was. Like I said, things never change. Then someone suddenly whispered in my ear, "Glad you could make it." If I didn't know George at all, I might have screamed or punched him in the face or kicked his groin. I turned and yeah it was George all right. He just smiled and said as he took my hand, "Come with me."

He led me out of there. People were making way for us or rather him. It wasn't like I got there where I had to squeeze my way in. Even if I'm a model, I'm glad I still have my privacy. I guess the people were too engrossed with what was happening in front to notice. I didn't mind. Actually, I liked that a lot, makes me blend with the crowd easier or so I thought.

George led me outside. "Why don't we get out of here and have some coffee?" He said. "What did you want to talk about?" I asked. He just smiled and led me to his black car. He opened the passenger's door for me. Still quite the gentleman, I could have fled but I slid inside and soon we were driving off to some coffee shop. The silence in the car was awkward. I remember thinking, what in the world have I gotten myself into? "It's nice to see that you are doing great and that you haven't changed." I said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence inside the car. He laughed and replied, "I should be the one telling you that." "Where are we going anyway?" I asked. "Just for some coffee." Before long we pulled up in this quaint coffee shop. George led me to a table away from the nearest couple.

He followed my eyes and saw my apprehension where we were going. He just smiled and assisted me to my chair. We settled in and he ordered some coffee and something to eat for the both of us. "So, Yukari, have you ever thought of moving to Paris and join the modeling agencies there?" "Don't even go there George. I like it here. You like it there. It stays that way." George just smiled and sat back. "You haven't changed." "Yes I have. Listen, what did you want to talk to me about?" "Nothing really. I just wanted to see you." I didn't know if I shivered because of the cold or because of what he said but the next thing I knew was that he removed his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. I thanked him. There was silence again.

Before I never really felt awkward in the silence that fell between us because I believed that I understood him and he understood me. I remember one time we were just leaning back at the hood of his car looking up at the stars. He had his arm around me. "You're a perfect model. You know that?" "Stop playing me, George." "No seriously. Even if you are part of a big crown, someone will always find you. I will always know where you are." "Why is that?" "Because you are beautiful, that's why." He then guided my chin up for me to face him. Ok I fell for that and soon was kissing him back. He was my first kiss, my first lover, my first everything.

We talked about how things were back then and what happened in our lives in those ten years. It felt rather nice to catch up with a friend. We were lovers once but now I guess it's ok if we remained friends. After coffee and a snack we headed back. He turned off the engine. We sat there for a while. "It's nice to catch up. I guess I have to go now." I said. But George stopped me from going out. He held my arm firmly. I turned to him, wondering what it was. "Yukari, I never stopped loving you, you know." I was taken aback. He then produced a velvet box. I was afraid of what was inside. He opened it and there was a diamond ring. "Will you marry me?" He said. My mind was racing. My heart was pounding. "I'm sorry, George. No. I can't." I removed his jacket and gave it back and left the car.

Being the well-built, tall man that he was, it didn't take him long to come to my side and block my way. "Yukari-" He started to say but I cut him. "Did you expect that we could just pick up where we left off just like that?" "Well yeah." "No George. I've moved on. Do you have any idea how hard it was? You made a choice to leave and I made a choice to stay. You gave me a gift and that was it. You never called. You never wrote. Nothing. I tried to contact you but nothing. Not even Isabella could help. I had to move on with my life. And I did. You can't just come in and out of my life whenever you want to." I said, I was trying to hold back tears, regret, anger, everything.

Without warning, George seized my lips and kissed me passionately. It was hard to fight him. He was strong. He broke off and said, "I love you. I always have." "Please don't do this, George. Let me go." He let me go. "I understand this is all sudden and too much to take in all at once. Can I see you again?" "No. I'm getting married soon. It's best if we don't see each other again. Goodbye George." I turned and headed for my car without looking back or waiting for his reply. All the way home, I cried. Was there still love for him? I'm not sure. This was supposed to give me closure but it only brought me much confusion. Maybe I still loved him. A part of me knew that he wouldn't stop that easily. But who knows? George Koizumi, you always knew the truth. With that, I can't escape.

THE END

Hehe. Ok it's done and over with. Please let me know what you guys think. Please review. Thanks.

Michiko