Love can be a desire or a sense of longing. But it could also be the downfall of many.

She came every year to mourn the loss of her lover.

Many called her foolish she had wealth and fortune and she could have any man she wanted.

But her heart had only beat for one. After his death..

Her world came crashing down. Darkness encircled her heart.

So many tried to reach her but their attempts were in vain.

Her heart longing for justice ,she broke out of the chains as she swore vengeance on the one who drew his blood.

At the stroke of the eleventh hour. A woman slipped through the doors of the ballroom. All eyes fell on her. The infamous criminal lawyer of all time. In decades no one in the business industry had ever seen such an emotionless and headstrong lawyer. She was as mysterious as the darkness herself. No one knew her roots of origin, no one knew what kind of emotions she could display. The only person who had gotten close enough to her had left the mortal world for good. Her wall after his passing was rebuilt even stronger and thicker. Not a brave soul dared to question her. She was as cold as ice her face displayed no emotions. She came and left when she felt like it. Her only reason of being at all these gatherings was to fulfill the mission left for her. During the times with her fiance, her face would always have a smile and the room they were in was always filled with bliss and happiness. Today at the ball she was to sign a contract with another rich business men that would help her move another step towards her goal. Letting a soft sigh escape her lips. The woman made her way through the silent crowd. Every move she made was followed by many pairs of eyes. She didn't mind them staring she didn't care for anything else in the world anymore. Heck. She was satisfied to end her life too just to escape the place of misery and torture. The place where she used to call Home. Her moves delicate and sleek as she made her way through the throng of people to get to the balcony. Looking out into the midnight sky another contemplated sigh escaped her lips. The only thing that kept her going was the promise she made with her husband. Determined to make his death count she worked hard to her goal. To avenge his death. Today, she was signing a deal with the person that would help her without a doubt.

Inhaling the midnight air, She headed back into the stuffy ballroom filled with the smell of over priced perfume. Standing in a corner of the ballroom, the woman searched the crowd for him. When suddenly a familiar voice came from behind her. Turning around she came face to face to the infamous Takumi Walker. The brother of her deceased fiance. Staring at the man with a cold and relaxed gaze. They both remained silent as the man offered his hand for an invite to dance.

"Ms Ayuzawa would you like a dance?" Takumi softly muttered. he was once a very sought after bachelor. Well...He still is but even without an ounce of effort women would come flocking to him. He used to be a cheerful fella but the double tragedies that fell upon him left him robbed of any emotion. First his sister left him followed by his brother. Misaki looked up and nodded her head curtly as Takumi led her onto the dance floor. As the both of them swayed to the music.

"How are you coping with..." Takumi started as he voice cracked.

"With..Gerald's death?" Misaki continued calmly as she buried her face into the crook of Takumi's neck. Takumi nodded stiffly.

"As more of them you lose the harder you would take to crack..But Gerald's death was different. Someone killed him Takumi." Misaki said softly. Takumi twirled Misaki around as he continued.

"You must have lost many of your love ones to speak so simply of death." Takumi muttered as he danced with her. Misaki nodded.

"Regarding this matter...Takumi for old times sake. Would you help me?" Misaki asked as she looked up. She looked deep into Takumi's eyes.

"For my brother. I would do anything. He didn't deserve this Misaki and you know it too. His death was a scrupulous work ethic and I would never go to such lenghts to kick out competitors." Takumi muttered, his words cryptic, the corners of his mouth moved up slightly. To others that would be nothing but a minor smile. But to Misaki the answer was in that very smile. So as decided the both of them would work together to avenge Gerald Walker. As the music ended, they both parted still displaying no emotions on their faces as Misaki gave a fleeting bow before slipping out of the ballroom again. As Misaki walked out of the stuffy ballroom she walked down the dark hallway back to her car. Takumi on the other hand was sipping wine as he thought of his childhood memories. Thinking back.

Flashback.

"Gerald! Come back here!" Misaki screeched as she chased Gerald around the mansion garden. Takumi sat laid back in the garden tree. Looking at his brother and best friend play. The three of them were the best of friends. They played in the Walker gardens everyday till Misaki's parents came to pick her up. What no one knew was... Takumi had fallen for Misaki. But refused to believe it. He was horrible at emotions and would often screw everything up. Knowing that his brother loved her more,he gave up. Every year, he would come back to the very garden and reminisce about the good times they had there. This year was something different...Usually Gerald and Misaki would be by his side laughing and chatting but he was alone this year. The thought that his brother left him a month right after his sister did angered him. Maria, his eldest sister had died in a plane crash on the way back from New York Takumi found it strange that the Walker private Jet could crash but in the midst of his investigations. Gerald passed on leaving his so utterly alone, they both had worked till the wee hours of the morning to get whatever information on the details of Maria's flight. He clenched his fist tightly as the tears rolled down his cheeks. Determined to avenge his brother. Takumi put on a stoic look from that day on so as to not be deceived by worthless feelings that could deter him from getting Revenge. It was clear that there was someone out there, who was bent on wiping out the entire Walker family.

Finally having enough of people acting cheerful and joyous, Takumi left the ballroom and headed to his bedroom. How he detested those people. Laughing and singing when he and Misaki were mourning and crying. It was stupid to even have this event. They got over the loss of Gerald Walker in a matter of days. And they celebrated his succession to the Walker Corp. Takumi gritted his teeth in anger and released his frustrations by punching the wall. Crimson blood drizzled from his knuckles as he slumped in a corner of his bedroom. Drip Drop Drip, his blood tainted the white marble floors. He closed his eyes and hoped that the nightmares don't return, but they always do...