A.N: Hi! First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for clicking on this. You might know me as KokoroDouglas on here, and about a year ago, I wrote an asulili fic by the same title. Asulili as a ship has stuck with me a long time; earlier today, I stumbled across said fic. It was...embarrassing, to say the least. For some reason though, it seemed to be pretty popular for the five chapters I had uploaded. Um, I'm sorry for abandoning it! My plan here is to re write all five chapters, and hopefully continue the fic to where I want it to be. It. Will. Definitely. Be. Finished. There were two songs I listened to and modeled this chapter after- the first part would be Radio by Lana del Rey and the second would be I would do anything for you by Foster the People. Listen to them while reading or after i guess! Hopefully this too will be something I'll do with every chapter. If you have any questions or would like to talk about this fic or anything in particular, leave me a review or visit my tumblr (ask for it)! reviews, favorites, and follows are all really appreciated and let me know that people are reading this so please do so if you want more! Enough with the long AN, let's get on with the yuri hehe/

1— take me like a vitamin

Oo la love, I've fallen in love, and it's better this time than I've ever known.

Lili's eyes focused and unfocused at the canopy above her, pleats and tucks directly in her line of sight. The dark bruise under the crease of her left eye just recently reached the point where it only hurt if provoked; it stained her pale skin similar to the way you would find on a rotten fruit: disgusting, really.

The four poster bed she lay on was the center of the room that was the embodiment of wealth; delicate lace sheets pooled onto the marble floor, and piles of stuffed animals adorned every corner. Those, she refused to leave behind. According to her father, she had long since outgrown the pink pink pinkness of her old room. It wasn't appropriate for someone at the ripe age of sixteen (going on seventeen, mind you.); It didn't look like the room of a daughter who would soon inherit a conglomerate and millions upon millions of bills and coins, checks and cards, in every currency imaginable. It was a boring room. Lili Rochefort was tired of white sheets, tired of white marble, tired of cream curtains, and, god forbid, tired of her father.

The blonde ran her fingers over numerous cuts and bruises not unlike the one on her face; the softer injuries would heal if taken care of properly, and the harder and deeper ones would leave scars regardless of how careful she was. Lili frowned. 'Wouldn't it be nice,' She turned over with a wince, pain accelerating her mind like an injection to the bloodstream, '…If all these ugly scars actually faded like they were supposed to?'

Several old wounds and scars remained on her figure, painting her back, wrists, and knees with a splash of color; the direct result of pursuing a hobby less than befitting for a young lady of her status. The art of clashing bodies and how-to-inflict-a-wound-how-to-break-a-bone were more like her, no matter how much Lili thought about it. More appropriate for a girl with short, dark hair. It looked better on a girl with lean muscle decorating her tan arms, and Asuka Kazama certainly did it better. Every single one of the Monegasque's lingering battle scars were all left behind by Asuka Kazama; and it was frustrating as hell that Lili couldn't return the favor.

For years and years and years the blonde had endured this pain for her father, the sake of the company, his health, his pride. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that her whole life was nothing more than a ploy to get his attention— and for what? Five minutes of his time, a scolding, a thank you? Her hopes were high at the beginning of her first tournament; she really believed with all of her heart and soul. Really believed that she could change the fate of the company, which was tied to his fate; which in turn, was tied to her own. And to an extent, she did change it. Something changed in her the second she lost to Asuka Kazama in the fifth tournament. The fight itself was nothing particularly special; all Asuka was to her at that time was a girl who was, for better or worse, tougher than her. Maybe it was her stance, or the way she sacrificed speed for heavier movement, and consequently, heavier strikes. She wasn't anything worth thinking about until the blonde lay defeated on the ground, brunette poking her side. After that, it became one more strike, one more fight, another chance to see her, another chance to touch her.

That was, no doubt, a change in motive. The point where everything changed— was it enough to be called l-l-lov—e—-?

"If I were to see her again." She spoke aloud; Lili's voice filled the cold air of the room like liquid chocolate. "L-let's say, if I were to see her again, I wouldn't mind…trying to get along with her. To g-get along with Asuka Kazama…it would be pleasant beyond what words could convey. Perhaps, if I got close enough to her…I could call her 'Asuka'?" The mere thought was enough to make the Monegasque's body flush as if it were in a fever. Grabbing hold of a pillow and straightening her posture, she continued with her train of thought regardless of what it might put her body through. "W-we would go to a mall together, e-eat a lunch of whatever's popular with the girls at her school..after that, she'd grab my hand with hers and we'd trip over each other walking to her house." Or. She'd bring her bicycle and you could hold onto her waist… A head of thick strands flew into the pillow, mind racing; "A-after that. I'd make her go somewhere I wanted to. Somewhere nice. I'd get to see her in a dress, and I'd make her thank me—"

"Mademoiselle Lili?" Two rhythmic taps against wood snapped Lili out of her trance. The door did not open; Sebastian was a well mannered man. He knew better than to open the door after knocking, opting to wait for his mistress's response. He had grown accustomed to Emilie over the time he had spent with her as a servant— the entirety of her life. Wherever she was, he was close behind. Wherever the young lady went, he followed. To do so was not only his duty, but his joy. "Excuse me for interrupting you, but I've bought the lemon solution you requested to lighten your scars. I've also fetched creams from five different brands. Is this an acceptable time?"

'Calm down, Lili. Sebastian didn't hear. He didn't hear. He didn't hear. He didn't hear. He didn't hear he didn't hear he didn't hear he didn't hear—' The fighter cleared her throat as if flushing the earlier thoughts down the drain, as if flipping the switch to a different self, a different presentation. Lili picked up the iced tea she rested on her nightstand, anything to further compose herself, anything to draw attention away from the words she spoke so gingerly earlier.

"Sebastian. You may come in."

The butler entered the door with long strides, balancing Lili's wishes on a metal tray. This, he was used to— the active life of a butler had kept his body in tip-top shape, his being not seeming to recognize the fact that he was getting older with every passing millisecond; yet another thing of inexplicable value he owed to his lady. She had been the one generous enough to ask so much of him and give him so much in return; she had been the one to teach him bits and pieces of her martial art with the patience saints would be jealous of.

'In case you'll ever need it. To protect you.'

"My dearest apologies, Miss Lili. My presence was requested long ago."

Lili stood and joined him at the two stools adjacent her vanity; a ritual of sorts, Sebastian applying lemon solution and various creams to her scars in hope that they would fade— he would clean and dress every one of her wounds, scolding her for the cuts she inflicted on herself. This is how it was done since the first time she scraped her knee at the age of four; and so, it would continue. 'If he heard,' Lili bit her lip. '…he certainly isn't dropping any hints.'

"Sebastian, I do not mind. You are free to come whenever you can manage it. Despite how I might act sometimes, you are under no obligation to follow everyone of my orders."

"Under most circumstances, I would not be able to accept those words." A smile. The smile she had known all her life, a smile she could forgive everything with. "I saw that you were passing the time quite efficiently."

Explosions of color lit up Emilie de Rochefort's face like fireworks.

"…Do you think…I would be able to see her again?"

"Mademoiselle, if you are referring to Miss Asuka, it's been only been four months." Sebastian frowned as he placed bandages over the blonde's knee; two, specifically, criss-crossed just as she liked them.

"C-can something still be arranged? With father…?"

"For you, Miss, it can be arranged. The Master will not be pleased, but it can be done. Even if we are not permitted to, it's your permission I need, and your calls I answer to. Nevertheless, I will ask him. First class? Or… will you take one of the private jets?"

Again with that smile. Lili returned it with her own.

"It would be preferred if we could leave by noon tomorrow."

A.N: And there we have it! I wrote this all in one go, and hopefully it wasn't too noticeable. Updates should be either weekly or bi weekly, but I'd like to hit a certain amount of reviews before I continue - so if you want more, hit that review button and type something out ;)