I deleted my first draft for this and came up with a new version. Pairings? You can guess from the story. PoT AU. Characters are in their twenties.

Prologue: Where did we go wrong?

"SAKUNO!" The pleading voice came again and the car door slammed shut as he ran towards her. She sprinted up the steps to her house and hastened to open the door, finally succeeding in jamming the key into the keyhole and thrust the door open.

He was coming nearer and she tried to close the door but she was a second too late and his arm managed to prevent it from closing.

"GET LOST!" She yelled as she tried furiously to shut the door on him. With a great heave, he threw the door open. She stumbled backwards.

He looked the same as he did when she had left him, the honey-coloured hair, the dangerously beautiful ice-blue orbs.

He was still as beautiful.

"What do you want! Haven't you ruined my life enough, Fuji!" She screamed at him and he approached her, grabbing her by the shoulders. She tried to wriggle away from his grasp but his hands were firmly on her.

"Look at me! Sakuno!" Much as she hated to do so, she obeyed the commanding voice and slowly lifted her head, her tear-streaked face staring at him, the wisps of hair falling gracefully over.

"You can't do this to me again. Not now. I am engaged to Ryoma already!" She shook her head. "You can't ruin my life again!" His face darkened when she mentioned Ryoma's name. She tried to push him away fruitlessly. "You're selfish Fuji! Selfish!" She pounded at his chest and he let her.

Finally, she grew tired and Fuji still held her.

"What do you really want?" She asked tiredly.

"I want you back." And gently, he kissed her. Much as alarm bells rang in her head to stop it, Sakuno found herself responding eagerly to his kiss and he deepened it. They broke away for air and he carried her to her bed.

She woke up first, her body aching. He lay besides her and slowly woke up. She sat up, covering herself instinctively.

"Move back in with me." Fuji said, gently caressing her cheek. She stared at him, her bottled up feelings suddenly surging within. She remembered how much pain he had caused her, how much heartache she had to deal with after she left him.

"No." He looked surprised.

"I hate you." She said it simply. Fuji looked startled, but the hatred in her eyes made him realize the depth of her hatred for him. He looked at her and quietly got out of bed, dressed and left.

She heard him drive off and she cried into the pillow.

Yuuta rang the doorbell. Once, twice, thrice, but still, no one answered. He frowned and looked at his watch. It was 7pm, no mistake about that. His eyebrows furrowed.

"What is it?" Yuuta had snapped when he realized his brother was calling him. He did not really appreciate his brother calling in the middle of work.

Fuji's breathing sounded ragged. "Could you come down to my apartment, at 7?"

"Huh? I have work to do."

"Please." There was a plea in that voice.

"Oh okay." Yuuta slammed the phone down and leaned back into his office chair. Somehow, he could not say no to his brother.

He tried the doorknob and realized with a start that it was unlocked. Slowly, he turned the knob and pushed it open gently. The door creaked and he stepped inside, his heart pounding furiously against his chest.

The apartment was pitch-black and Yuuta found himself squeaking out, "Aniki?" He groped around for the lights and flicked them on.

And he screamed.

For there slumped on the coffee table, with sleeping pills strewn all over the floor was his brother. A small note that lay just next to the slumped figure read, "Why?"

Sakuno had wasted much of the day away by staying in bed. She had called in sick at work and her editor was thankfully, very understanding.

"It's not that serious, is it?" He had asked.

"No, just a little unwell."

"Take care, Ryuuzaki-san."

"Arigatou, Momoshiro-san."

She had always suspected that Momoshiro had hired her because of the past relationship she had with Fuji but then again, she did not dare question further.

Her cellphone had rung several times and when she saw that it was Ryoma calling, she did not have the heart to pick it up. But when he called again for the sixth time, she relented.

"Hi Ryoma." She had said weakly.

"You weren't at work today. Are you ok?"

"I'm not feeling well."

"I'll pop by after training."

"No, it's ok. I just want to sleep." And with that, she had hung up on him.

She leaned back into her bed. The imprint of his head was still visible. No, her tears for him were spent and she would not cry for him again. She turned the television on.

"World-famous singer Fuji Syuusuke was found unconscious, from a sleeping pill overdose, at his apartment this evening by his younger brother, Fuji Yuuta. He has been admitted to the Tokyo General Hospital and is still in a coma.

While the reason for the attempted suicide is unknown yet, a note was found at the scene. Family and friends have refused interviews although many speculate that this was triggered by a …."

She let out a gasp and let the remote control hit the floor.

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