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A/n: You know what? no you don't. I freakin' had trouble coming up with a title for this! I like, spent a day or two going through and rummaging my head for witty titles and the sort but i had none! what the hell was that blanking out for? seriously! I spent yet another hour banging my head on the wall in hopes of thinking of a title. I'm just glad it's over now. Please have the time to read it. thank you very much in advance!

Panic was rushing through her entire system converting every nerve to feel nothing but only the dreaded feeling of it. She rushed street after street, building after building and ignored everyone who stared at her. They might as well say she came from a circus or some sort of soap opera was filming on location. She took off her white heeled shoes to relieve her ankles from pain as they were sore for running for nearly miles. She did not care about all the looks that people she passed by gave her. Most of them questioning and bewildered. It was not even noon yet but the heat emitting from her body was enough to make her feel a bead of sweat trickle down from her forehead.

"MIZUKI!" she tried calling out much to the astonishment of the people around her.

Her heart was beating at a faster rate than normal although she was sure it was not from running for these past hours. Her sobs were also prominent as she tried to catch her breath. Everything in her way seemed to appear as a blur as she pushed through the crowd who was crossing the street. She ran and ran until she is not anymore familiar with the surroundings she was now in.

"You can't do this to me…"

Her pace slowed and she began to just walk. The clock tower on a tall building showed the time to be now quarter past twelve. The ceremony should have begun at least two hours ago. She was dead sure that the people at the church are after her now, searching for her. She was after someone herself, someone who should be in front of the altar with her two hours ago.

"I'm sorry, Miyu. There will be no wedding today..."

She was now pretty much exhausted and drained of her energy that made her perfectly decorated form look like hurricane-ridden. She continued walking on a cobalt pavement with such difficulty as her feet too might be covered in bruises. Her blonde hair was now poking out here and there. She was approaching a deserted street which would somehow get her out of the sight of people. It's not really every day you get to see a woman in her wedding gown run around the city while shouting a name.

As she walks towards the street, she felt a water drop from her eyes. She was quick to realize what it was but failed to stop more from flowing down her rose tinted cheeks. She wiped them away and wiped off her make up at the same time. She looked down and realized her pure white gown was stained dirty by rubbing along the duty roads of the city. She wobbled a little but her sore feet were still taking her to nowhere. She turned to a corner, her hands erasing the remnants of the tears that once caressed her face.

A car horn was heard and she turned to see a speeding car towards her.

She gasped and closed her eyes as she waited for the impact of the automobile somewhere on her body. She heard tires screech and felt the car stop. Her knees weren't able to support her and she fell down on the road. She heard a thud and looked up to see a man approaching her. She looked at him with a shocked expression as he went closer.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" shouted the man who was towering over the woman that still sat on the pavement. "You could've been killed!" He eyed the woman with confusion seeing as she was dressed in an elaborately sewn wedding gown. She looked up at him panting, apparently still shocked and cannot fully absorb what happened.

"Are you hurt?" he tried to sound gentler as he knelt down on one knee to face her. She still looked at him without giving a full answer. The scowl on the man deepened as his patience is draining at this freak of a woman. He put on the possibility that she might be deaf and mute. He stood up and extended his hand to the woman hoping at least she could decipher a simple act like this one. And again, she just looked at him. He could've sworn a vein popped.

Withdrawing his hand, he turned around and massaged his temples, as if thinking of what to do. He then heard sobs coming from behind; he turned around and saw the woman gathering her shoes which she dropped when she fell down on her knees. He could faintly hear a soft voice among the sobs and cries.

"Miss?" he started. He again knelt down and faced the woman. Just then, he felt a drop of water coming in contact with his arm. He looked up and was startled when more drops began falling. He looked back at the woman who gasped at the touch of the falling rain on her petite and well carved shoulders.

"Geez, can this day get any worse?" he muttered under his breath.

He suddenly took her hand with his and slid the other at her waist to hoist her up. Then he dragged the wedding gown decorated woman into the shade of his car and, even though having difficulty, shoved all the rest of her gown's skirt into the front seat. After the heated shoving, he took the seat beside her.

"Seatbelt." He muttered clearly pissed off.

She quickly trudged among the things in her area which were all covered by her ginormous gown. At last finding the belt, she buckled up to safety.

"Where are we going?" she asked quietly her face looked fully at the man.

"So you talk." He replied glancing at her but not to fully gaze away at the road. "Where are you headed to? Is the church somewhere here?"

She considered for a moment to go back to the apartment she was renting but quickly remembered that she and her should-be husband bought a simple home near his working place and that the apartment was now not occupied.

She laughed a little at his statement. "Should I be at some church?" she asked.

He was quite taken aback at the statement but replied "Shouldn't you be? I mean, you're all dressed for it. Unless you're a dimwit Lolita cosplayer." He turned left passing by a park. The rain pounded harder on the windshield now.

"I would rather be that than what I am now."

Silence fell upon the two.

"Did you run away from your wedding?" He inquired. He shouldn't be digging into these personal businesses right now but he can't stop himself from his curiosity as he felt that this woman was surprisingly open.

"I didn't...He did." Her voice cracked at the last phrase and he sensed the sadness in her voice too. She was playing with her white shoes which were dirtied from whatever she did.

His auburn eyes shot open at her sentence but he decided to keep quiet about it.

"Can I do anything?" he said after finally hearing the dreaded sobs of the blonde woman beside him.

"You can drop me off wherever you want." She said.

He screeched to a halt beside some convenience store flashing both his car's signal lights and looked at her. The rain now blurred out any sound.

"Here is your stop." He said.

"Thank you so much mister" she replied with a small smile. She held her hand out to the door handle and tried opening but to no avail. She turned to the driver with a questioning look.

"I locked it. Do you really think I would let you roam here and under the rain too?" He smirked at her.

"Then why did you stop the car?"

"I was checking if you would really climb out." He said. He started the car again, speeding off.

They were passing several tall buildings now and it seemed like they were going back to where she had trodden a while back. She was thinking about how her life would have been if her wedding pushed through. Her fiancée promised her that he would take her around the world during their honeymoon and promised her that he would never leave her side. And he broke the latter part of that promise soon enough when and before their wedding.

She looked at the man beside him driving like there was nothing unusual. The man had chestnut-brown hair and auburn irises to match. His features were handsome and his skin flawless. She estimated that he was about the same age as her, maybe a bit older. His face seems to always bear a serious facet that made him look more gorgeous.

"It's rude to stare." he blurted out from nowhere eventually running his hand through his brown locks.

"I'm sorry." She replied her cheeks tinted with a pink shade, either from the cosmetics applied to them or the heat she feels about his statement. "Where are we going?"

"To my house." He simply replied.

One thing she remembered from her mom was to never talk and neither to GO with strangers. But she felt indebted to him for the fact that he sheltered her with the roof of his car even when he doesn't know her. And not considering the possibility that he may be regarded as a kidnapper as he was driving a bride from her wedding.

"Are you alone at home?" she asked quite quickly that she covered her mouth once she blurted it out. "I mean..uhh.."

"I have helpers. Don't worry; I'm just trying to help." Emphasis on the "trying" as he was not accustomed to helping anyone. "What's your name?"

She smiled a little at his question. They have been together in the comfort of his car for more than an hour without even knowing each other's basics such as their names.

"What's the name miss?" asked a short-haired receptionist.

"Miyu Kozuki." She replied happily.

"No, it's Miyu Yamamura." Butted in a dark green haired man who caught hold of the blonde's hand as he approached.

Miyu Kozuki

Miyu Kozuki

Miyu Yamamura

Yeah. How she wished she could use that name. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she reminisced the happy days they had. She was deep into the memories that her surroundings began to disappear from her existence.

"Oi!" he called to her. She at once snapped out of her illusion. "Don't you know your name?"

"Miyu. Miyu Kozuki." She replied.

He nodded. They suddenly stopped in front of a massive gate. Miyu watched as he tapped his fingers impatiently whilst clinging onto the steering wheel. At last for like another minute, the gates opened and she heard him sigh as he steered the car into it. Miyu marveled as a huge mansion like house appeared before her eyes.

They arrived at what looks like the front porch to the entrance where men wearing some sort of uniform stood at both corners. As the car stopped right in front of the men, one of them, who was a tall and well built with dark hair opened the door on Miyu's side and bowed to her.

"Good afternoon sir, what brings you home so early?" Greeted an elderly to the brunet who was getting out of the car.

"I've met some disturbance along the way." He replied darting his head toward the blonde inside the car.

The graying man frowned and tried to see over his master's shoulder and saw a glimpse of the lady in white being helped out by one of their servants. His eyes met her gown and the elder gaped.

"May I ask you who she is, master?" Eyeing Miyu as though she was someone who rose up from the dead.

"The disturbance I mentioned." He replied.

Getting out was near impossible because Miyu's area was filled with her gown. Luckily, the aforementioned guy helped her out of the car.

"Thank you." She smiled at the man who gave her back a small smile and a nod.

Stepping onto something solid after sitting for quite some time was difficult for Miyu as her feet hurt from her adventure earlier. As soon as she got out, she stumbled; the dark haired man reached out to her but was too late. She gasped as her face came near in contact with the marble floor but luckily she was quick to hold out her hand and support her weight.

"Are you alright?" The brunet was quick to his knees as he held Miyu's forearms. Miyu caught her breath and looked up to him, noticing how his eyes felt warm to her.

"I'm okay."

He helped her up but she stumbled again anyway. This time, he caught her in his arms. Her breath felt heavy as she stared straight into the man's eyes which were getting intense by the minute. She caught hold of the fabric covering his chest to support her body and held onto it.

"Yeah, right." He smirked at her.

"Master, look down." The old man tried to direct his master at something below.

The brunet brought his eyes down and rested them at something reddish on Miyu's gown. He held her waist and held out his other hand to touch the fabric of her dress where the reddish mark was on. He reached down at the hem of her skirt and pulled it up just enough for the source of the red stain to show. Miyu reddened at his sudden act but held onto him still. She looked down on her exposed left leg and was shocked to see a wound on her knee.

"We need to get her inside, sir." The old man suggested. "I'll make them prepare for some first aid."

"Right." He replied. He was still holding onto her skirt when she felt the wound hurt as it was exposed to the air, stinging it. She bit her lip to hold back her cry. The brunet glanced at her and sensed the pain she felt from the wound. He shifted her so that his right hand was across her shoulders and prepared his other hand to scoop down below her knees to carry her inside when she protested.

"wait! It's okay I can walk!" she exclaimed as she pushed him off her.

"I don't think you can bear to walk a flight of stairs in your condition." He reasoned as he proceeded to lift her up. Okay, so now it felt awkward for the two of them. She was in a wedding gown, yes, that was a fact. He was wearing a suit that can also be worn to such occasions. And, he was carrying her into the house, in a way a bride was carried by her groom as he followed the old man. As soon as these thoughts rushed into her mind, her cheeks turned red and she just hoped that he was preoccupied to getting her wherever they will go to notice the tint on her face.

They reached a room that can be a cross between a lounge area and a guest room as a two sofas faced a coffee table. He plopped her down on one of them and made his way to the one opposite her.

"Lift your skirt." He ordered. She blushed at his statement as it sounded dirty to her.

"Eh?" was all she managed to say. But before she can do anything else, he knelt before her and tugged her skirt up and she could only gape at his bold intrusion.

The wound on her knee stung again but now because he ran a finger over it. He looked at the old man who was standing a foot from them and signaled for him to come over. Just then, the door to the room opened and a woman entered bringing a basin and a medical kit.

"Mikan! What're you doing here?" asked the brunet man as he jumped at the sight of the short haired woman.

"Shut your mouth and lemme see the wounded." She declared as she sat beside the gown clad Miyu. She smiled at her and noticed her attire. Her smile turned to a frown of obvious confusion as she registered the sight in her mind. She turned to the brunet with a glare.

"Kanata…You never told me you're getting married." She finished a frown on her face.

"So his name is Kanata…" thought Miyu as she heard the woman talk.

"I'm not getting married!" he shouted.

"Fine. You choose not to tell me." Mikan replied as she turned back to Miyu. She saw her clutching his knee and decided to see for herself. She lifted up her skirt to see the wound. The blood around almost all dried up. Miyu was getting used now to her skirt being flung up and down by unfamiliar people that she didn't mind the last.

"It's just a superficial wound that can heal in several days. Nothing to worry about." Mikan stated as she started to apply the medical care needed for the wound. Miyu flinched as she felt a damp cloth touch her knee.

"So, when did you become a medical agent?" the brunet named Kanata started. Before anything else, he dodged the first aid kit directed at him and survived the hit.

"Damnit Mikan!" he exclaimed. The old man chuckled at the scene before him.

"What's so funny, Youjiro?" he glared at the old man. Now only a smile caressed the old man's face as he remembered a similar scene so many years back.

After like only minutes, her knee was patched up and her legs all cleaned up. Even her sore soles were relieved of the pain.

"There!" Mikan exclaimed as she patted Miyu's knee.

"Thank you very much, Mikan-san." Miyu uttered, not sure whether her honorific suited the status of the woman beside her. Mikan flashed her pearly whites at her and stood up to leave.

"You need to rest little bride. I can clearly declare without any fear of mistake that you are hella tired." She turned to Miyu and raised her eyebrow.

"Who do you think you are to decide matters here?" Kanata called to her.

"I'm your cousin and I live here." She stated simply, content evident in her voice.

Kanata stared at her for a whole minute to process what she said and replied "YOU LIVE HERE?"

"Yes."

"Since when? I don't think I let you live here" he replied with a smug grin.

"I moved in yesterday and uncle Hosho said I can move here. I had my hands full of the manga I'm working on and I can't afford my apartment anymore." She replied.

"My dad? What the hell? And you consented, Youjiro?" Kanata massaged his temples at this. Miyu couldn't quite understand them as she was, like what Mikan said, was quite tired. She can draw the fact that these quarreling persons in front of her were cousins.

"It was your father who wanted it, master. Mikan is family. I see no wrong about it." Youjiro smiled.

Miyu just looked at them and marveled at the scene. She was lost in thought as she tried remembering the happenings this day and how she ended up listening to the bickering of the cousins in front of her. Although her day started out rough, and very rough at that, a smile formed across her face as she welcomed the idea that it was not a total loss as she feels the warm welcome this oblivious family effected on her.

"tch…" Kanata whispered nowhere. He then turned to her, his lips twitching. "You…" Miyu looked up to him in obvious nervousness.

"Tell me everything so we can help you." He finished. Miyu lit up at his words and nodded in agreement.

A/N: please review and point out any mistakes or inconsistencies i've made. I'm quite lazy to triple check my works..sumimasen minna..