A/N: …Could be my last KyoYuya piece, could be. My friend thinks that there're too much KyoYuya, am I not bored? I answered 'No', because I am in need of KyoYuya dose almost everyday, so I always check if anyone updated. It's kinda a typical AU story, but this one, I'm sorry, truly focuses on KyoYuya. It's a one-sided love though, for Yuya. Read on and you'll know why. Won't be long, I have too many fics that need more attention than this one. It's more to Kyo's side of the story, so it starts with his POV. Last but not least, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I may love SDK to bits and may love it forever but sadly, I can never own it…but maybe, one day, who knows?

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Promise One – The Girl Who Is Out-Of-Order

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You promised to make me always stay by your side

But you did no such thing to me

You left me when I needed you the most

And you broke the promise you made to me

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A call came to me today, awaking me from my dreamless sleep. My cell phone vibrated, stirring my bed, playing the 'Utakata' ringtone, forcing me to wake up, open my eyes –my very, very sore eyes- and answer. It was my sister-in-law, my damn brother's wife. Grudgingly, I answer the phone.

"Hello?" I started when her voice came through.

((…Kyo? Are you busy? I kind of need your help…))

"…what is it, Sakuya? Can't you ask your husband for help? I had a long night last night and I would like it if you-" but I didn't manage to finish when she cut me off.

((Please, Kyo. I really need it.))

I paused for a few seconds, my eyes lazily scanning the clock that was on the end table next to my bed. It was 7.30 a.m. and dammit, I hate mornings. Her voice was ringing in my ear and it annoyed me. I took my time to decide whether or not I should spend my Sunday, my hard earned relaxation day, to go visit an asylum.

Dammit, I'm gonna regret this.

((…So? Can you?))

"…alright, I'll be there in less than an hour. I need to find a female model for my new project, so I might-" and damn, I was cut off again.

((Can you please, please come earlier?))

I was sure I'm frowning very badly now. First, she ruined my day off and then what? Taking control of my life? Dammit, I'll seriously, seriously kill her if she can't get pregnant with that bastard's child…

"Alright, but if it's for a damn, stupid and useless reason, I'll kill you."

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I arrived at the asylum in less than an hour, so I didn't break my promise. When I entered the asylum, I was already feeling like I should leave just as soon. The atmosphere was eerie. Everything was white, and everyone was wearing white and I liked black…and red, so I didn't like it. There was a nurse with a guy gone cuckoo next to her, drooling like hell. The guy looked at me straight in the eye and giggled. I stepped back.

I avoided most of the people in that place while I ventured further in search of Sakuya. There was a girl sitting, holding flowers in her shaking hands as she counted the petals. I stopped to listen her counting.

"…one…two…one…two…one…two…nine…" she counted slowly. I stared at her for a few moments before she looked up at me. Her hazel eyes showed confusion.

"…you have red eyes and red hair…and smell of blood…" she murmured, her voice wavering, her eye still fixed on mine.

"I'm aware of that…" I muttered as I left her to count the petals again. I could still hear her counting as I walked away, her voice becoming mysteriously distinct the farther away I distanced.

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I finally arrived at her office, 'Mibu Sakuya'. I gave the knob a turn and pushed it and saw her at her desk, her hands hiding her face in defeat. She kept sighing before fisting her hair in frustration, not aware that I was present.

"Really, you should be aware of your surroundings, nee-chan." I said sarcastically. This earned me a smile from her angelic face. "Sarcasm intented."

"It's still cute."

"Shut up, I'm not here for that."

"I'm aware of that. Take a seat, I'll explain." she said as she gestured for me to take a seat opposite of her. I took it and then stared at her indifferently.

"So?"

She grabbed the file laid out in front of her and passed it to me. I took it and scanned through it. It was a file of one of the patients, a girl. She's sixteen years old, was hospitalized before being sent here, has no relatives and is not aware of her condition. She's not considered crazy, just 'out-of-order', but I have no idea what the hell that meant. I looked up from the file to stare at her pale face.

"So?"

She sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. She took away the file from me and laid it out in front of her, grabbing her reading glasses that hung freely from her neck and wore it. She looked through the file before smiling at me.

"What?"

"Actually, okay, let me just make this simple and clean. This girl –I'm sorry I don't have her picture- is actually my latest patient. She was sent here three months ago, while in coma. Before going into coma, she was reported to have been acting strangely. She was hospitalized after a car accident -fatal to her brother- and got injured, seriously. When she was conscious, she started screaming and after that, got into coma. She's just stirred from it a few days ago and that's where you come in…Kyo."

"I still don't fucking understand you…what's this gotta do with me?" I said annoyed and confused. I seriously don't get all the gibberish she just talked about.

"I wasn't finished. This girl…and oh yeah, her name is Yuya in case you're wondering, woke up to call out your name, 'Kyo', over and over."

"I still don't get why-"

"Listen. This 'Kyo' she is referring to, fits all of your description. She says she: 'needs to find a man with red eyes and red hair named Kyo' and my dear brother-in-law, I think he's you. Does her name ring a bell?"

I didn't answer.

"I'm finished."

"Oh. To answer your question: No. I don't know any Yuya."

Sakuya stared at me for a few moments before nodding. "And also, she draws."

"Why the hell should I care about that?!"

"…she drew you."

I was surprised to hear those words come out from her. I've never -even when I work as a freelance photographer- ever published any of my photos in any media. I also go by the alias 'Onime'; no one should know my name. I was seriously dumbfounded.

"Could she be…gifted?" I questioned her as I tried to mask the look of shock.

She shook her head. "No, she's normal but out-of-order."

"So? Why am I needed here?" I finally inquired as I was getting less comfortable sitting and listening to the story of how a cra- no, an out-of-order girl, possibly draw me when I work secretively and don't go out very often and also know my name?!

"…she wants to see you. It might help her recover, who knows? We're still monitoring her. She's a sweet girl…" Sakuya said in a sad tone, she sighed.

"Please go and visit her, no one does."

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So, I got stuck to actually pay a visit to a girl who I don't even know, who draws me and knows my name. Really, this is a crazy world. I am curious though, to finally meet this girl whose actions sort of help her build up evidence that she has sixth sense or something. But, her name does not ring a bell, not at all.

Sakuya unlocked the door for me and I stepped into the white room. She closed the door behind me and locked it. She was waiting outside, just incase I got attacked and like hell I will…do I look like a guy who's afraid of out-of-order people?! Hell yeah! I might be.

In the pure white room, there was only a bed, a chair and several discarded papers on the floor. There were pencils and crayons scattered on the floor. On the pure white bed laid a pale girl, wearing all white, with her blond hair in disarray. I walked a few steps to examine her. I leaned down to inspect her face. She looked peaceful; it was like she was having a nice dream, her mouth frowning the other way around. Her lashes were long and her cheeks were a pale rosy color, her lips full and red. I had to fight the urge to touch her when I suddenly felt like caressing her cheeks. I shook my head of such thoughts.

I turned my attention to the discarded papers on the floor. I kneeled down and picked up one of them and turned it around. To my surprise, it was a picture of a long haired me, embracing the girl. I was wearing a black kimono and she was wearing a pink one. My right hand rested on her head and she leaned in close to me. The drawing, surprisingly, were drawn in such detail, not so perfect but it could pass as an old photograph.

I picked up another one and this one was a me in a red armor, holding a very, very long katana. The red eyes in the drawing were so intense as it stared at me. I shook my head. I picked up another one and this one was the girl under a cherry blossom tree, holding up a parasol and the emotion on her face expressed 'longing'. For a second, I heard someone say my name.

I picked up another one and was a bit disappointed that it wasn't finished. The hair and eyes of the man that looked like me still needed coloring. It was a picture of the girl embracing the man from behind. Her face showed very clear sadness. For a second there, I thought I saw the girl's bulgy stomach but it quickly disappeared as soon as it surfaced. Could she be pregnant?

Now that it occurred to me…the red used to color the man's hair and eyes were not of crayon. It looked like watercolor but there was neither paintbrush nor any watercolor. I continued to stare at the drawings before I heard something move from behind me. I looked around to see the girl sitting up, hiding her face behind her hands as she yawned. She then slapped her face repeatedly.

"…hello?" I interrupted to halt her actions.

She stopped her actions and then opened her eyes. She had beautiful big green eyes. There was something in them that looked very familiar to me but I shrugged the thought away. She gazed at me intently before revealing a shocked look on her delicate face. She jumped from the bed and landed on me, pinning my body to the floor. She encircled her arms around me and dug her face into my shirt.

"Hey!" I struggled as she didn't even make the motion to move away. I tried to peel her off of me but she was holding onto me so tightly that I gave up. We stayed like that for minutes when I felt something wetting my shirt. 'There goes my new expensive shirt…' I thought to myself, rolling my eyes mentally.

Then, sobs were heard, gaining clarity. Her hold on me tightens. I raised my brows as I once again tried to peel her away from me but to no avail. "Alright, I give up…what do you want with me, woman?"

She stopped and brought her head up from my chest and then stared at my face. She smiled brightly as she buried her face into my shirt again. I rolled my eyes in defeat.

"…Kyo…K-Kyo…it's…where have you been all this time?" she sobbed out. I raised my brows. "I…I missed you…"

"…Missed me for what?"

"…Kyo…don't you…have you forgotten?" she sobbed out, sounding more desperate. One of her hands moved away from behind me to grab fistful of my shirt and pounded my chest hard, repeatedly, making me go 'oof!'.

She brought her tear stricken face away from my chest again and stared pleadingly at my eyes. "…Kyo…" she murmured, bringing her face a little closer to mine. She closed her eyes and leaned in to…

I pushed her away and she flew back, collapsing on the floor, whimpering. Her sobs becoming audible the more minutes passed by. I just sat there, a bit guilty to have pushed her away that roughly but…what she was trying to do, it was not what I was here for. I finally sighed and got up and walked slowly to her before kneeling in front of her weak form. Her hair was spread randomly on the floor as her face kissed the floor.

I reached out my right hand to lightly touch her shoulder. "Hey, are you alright?"

She flung her body back on mine but the impact didn't make us fall on the floor again. I steadied her as her messy hair covered most of my face. I smoothed them and tried to quiet her down by gently caressing her back. She feels familiar, the curves of her body against mine…it was like a piece of jigsaw puzzle that's finally found its match. I let her cry against my chest while I thought of how to…peel her away nicely.

"…have you forgotten? Your promise to me?" she sobbed out.

I only stared down at her hair, thinking. "…what was it?"

She looked up and smiled, "…I love you, Kyo." She peeled herself away from my body and straightened herself out before turning back her attention to me with a smile. She looked down and touched her abdomen lightly, staying there before looking back up to me.

"…I'm carrying our child Kyo, your child."

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A/N: it' would be more interesting than this, I promise. Yuya's gone cuckoo, I know. Anyone can guess what's the next chapter gonna be like? Anyway, R&R, it's polite. This is the second birthday special. I could've done better with this chapter…sigh.