Yukari looked at her closet and smiled at the clothing that hung limply on the hangers. The beauty of George's work enveloped her, the memories, the long nights together and the glorious days. She closed the door shut on all of George's clothing, filled with unconditional love, something Yukari could never say he felt for her.

It was years since he had left for France, and while he was making flashy costumes and gorgeous ready-to-wear, she was in Japan, blazing a fiery trail in modeling history. She rose to the top surprisingly quick, with the help of Treetop, her modeling agency, and constant support from Happy Berry's Mikako and her little sister, Miwako.

Hiroyuki and her were now married. She gazed at the glittering ring, a beautiful silver band with a butterfly-shaped jewel set into it. She smiled and glanced over to the phone that was set on a desk beside the closet. She hadn't had a call from Kozue, her agent, for ages, but that was to be expected. She was 28, nearly 29, much too old to expect to continue steady jobs from her agency. Yukari signed and walked over to the sofa, collapsing onto the soft sofa in the middle of their living room, crossing her legs.

Littered across the walls of the room were numerous pictures of her. Snapshots, poses, scenes from various movies she had been in. She was way past her prime, but she still got the odd job now and then. It depressed Yukari, getting old.

It wasn't as if she was going to go into bankruptcy. No, she was quite well off. She could probably afford to retire right then and there, but she loved her work. As she grew older, less work came, and her dreams of going overseas as a model turned into a simple pipe dream. Still, during the ten years in which she had a steady job, she learned many new things, experienced new places and many opportunities revealed themselves to her. Those experiences were her most valuable assets, and she would hold them close to her heart, looking fondly back at them.

Yukari focused on one picture in particular – her first modeling job with her friends at YazaGaku. She still remembered everything that had happened that day – all her feelings. The feeling of contentment at not falling flat on her face. Sadness for only winning runner-up. Extreme love for George as she held his hand, waiting for her turn to walk the runway..

She had to admit, somewhere in her heart, she still loved that George Koizumi as much as when they were together. Hiroyuki understood that, and Yukari understood that Hiroyuki would be forever jealous of Arashi for stealing Miwako away from him. It was mutual understanding that came with the deep and fulfilling love that they shared, much greater than the selfish, lustful love that she felt for George.

Still, for their honeymoon, when they went to see the Broadway comedy in America – Yukari cried as she sat there, sitting in George's clothing as she watched his artfully made costumes come to life on the stage before her. Tears were brought to her eyes as she remembered the very night..

The curtain swept closed on the actors and actresses as they bowed deeply to the cheering crowd before them. Yukari and Hiroyuki sat stunned in front row seats as the sound of clapping was drowned out by their own racing thoughts. Tears were streaming down Yukari's face as she watched the lights slowly turn to the center of the stage.

"And now, the genius behind the beautiful costumes shown here tonight – George Koizumi!" the announcer said, and George himself walked onto the stage, presenting himself in a dazzling black suit with accentuating off-white pinstripes. His hair was still blue, and he looked exactly like he did when he left. Underneath the jacket was a white shirt, and perhaps Yukari may have just been imagining it, but she thought she had seen a tiny butterfly earring in his left ear.

"Thank you, thank you. I'm perfect, I know, I have to live with myself every day, I don't need reminding!" he said blatantly, flashing his perfect white teeth to the crowd. The audience laughed. They were amused by his ego?

George then produced a single blue rose from behind his back. He grinned and looked straight at Yukari. He walked right up to the edge of the stage and reached out to hand Yukari the rose. Yukari's fingers closed around it hesitantly, looking at Hiroyuki first for approval. He nodded, and Yukari accepted the blue rose.

"Don't ever think I've forgotten you, Caroline." he had whispered into her ear, and for the first time, Yukari wanted to run off with him, leave Hiroyuki by himself in that theater, just to be with George for a little longer..

His words rang in her mind as she sat there, replaying the scene in her head. She reminded herself that the feelings that rose up in her were nothing. She knew she loved Hiroyuki more than she loved George, but he was new. Fresh. That was all she felt for him. She still refused to run off with George, and that was the right thing to do. She stayed with her husband, who loved her more than anything in the world, much more than his work as a doctor, more than his patients. George had always put his work first, his clothes, his patterns. His dreams. Yukari knew that their relationship could never last for more than a week or two, whilst Yukari and Hiroyuki – there was no doubt that they would be together until the end of their lives.

Paradise Kiss.

Those two words had sparked a new being in Yukari, and she felt something rise in her. She ran to her drawer and found the envelope in which the two tickets to the show had come. She copied the address down on a slip of paper and grabbed a piece of letter paper, writing a letter to the address.

'To; George Koizumi.

You are cordially invited to the Paradise Kiss reunion this September 13th!

I hope you can attend.

From; Yukari Tokumori

P.S. If Isabella's still with you, invite her too.'

Yukari's hands shook terribly as she hastily shoved the letter into an envelope, and copying down the address onto the front of it. She grabbed a stamp from the top of a nearby drawer, peeled it off of the sheet, licked the back and gently placed it onto the corner.

She could hear their apartment door being opened, and she rushed to the door to meet her husband as he came in from a long day at his ward. Hiroyuki had succeeded in becoming a psychiatrist for Miwako's sake, and had already helped her a great deal. She loved the determination in him, that feeling that caused both of them to succeed in their endeavours.

"I'm home!" he called as Yukari rushed up to him.

"Ah - welcome home! You're early!" Yukari gushed, pulling him into an embrace and giving him a tiny kiss on the cheek. Once Yukari had let him go, he put his suitcase down and took his suit jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack.

"We had one patient skip out on their session, so I got to leave earlier than anticipated." sighed Hiroyuki, running a hand through his hair. Yukari smiled at his expression of worry. He had so much passion for his work, and was always displeased when a patient did not show up.

"Well, that's a nice change! Guess what? I just had an idea! Try and guess, come on. I'll make a special dinner tonight if you guess correctly!" announced Yukari, tapping him lightly on the nose. He made a mock face of disgust.

"Your cooking is so bad I don't even want to know what kind of strange meal you'd come up with. Leek and seaweed soup? Teriyaki Sweet potatoes?" teased Hiroyuki, walking over to their living room couch and sitting down. "I have no idea, now tell me." Yukari sat down beside him and showed him the letter.

"I'm going to organize a Paradise Kiss reunion! I'll invite everyone! Miwako, Arashi, Isabella & George! We can invite Mikako and Kozue too! Alice and Erica and.." Yukari started, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Paradise Kiss? Was that the name of their old clothing designing group..thing?" asked Hiroyuki, feeling awkward. Yukari realized that he had never actually met Isabella or George, and only knew from glances at pictures and seeing them on the street.

"Yeah. I know that George never sold the Para Kiss studio, so we can hold it there. All of us still have some of Para Kiss' clothes, especially Miwako & I, since we haven't grown at all." stated Yukari, putting the letter back on the table.

"Well, don't you think we should just invite Para Kiss for the event, instead of Mikako and the rest? It should be a small, private reunion. I don't think even I should go." admitted Hiroyuki, running his hand through his hair again. His wedding ring reflected in the sunlight that came in through the apartment window. It was just a plain silver wedding band. Yukari asked him if he wanted something flashier, but he refused bluntly, saying that a doctor should not have anything 'large or fancy'.

"Oh. That's true. You don't mind not going?" asked Yukari, though both of them knew she was really asking if it was okay for her and George to be together again without him present. Hiroyuki nodded and sighed.

"I trust you to host a wonderful party, Yukari."