Hibisha: Here we go. I just realized there aren't enough of this pairing on fanfic.

TOBF: Hibisha don't own any characters. Onward!

"Fallen Angel"

She wondered sometimes if she still loved him. Sure enough, the crush she had on him had slowly developed into love in her high school days, but now, aged 26, she wondered what she was doing, wasting her time waiting for that fool to realize that she was wasting her life for him. She was beautiful-she knew that. Achingly beautiful in fact. But he never noticed her. To him, she was an old friend-no, not even a friend-an old acquaintance. He had began to distance himself from her during her senior year-right about the time he had inherited his foster father's business. He was rich and wasn't a bit modest about it. Gone were the days when he picked her up on his way to school.

Gone were the days he used to take her out on Friday nights to watch a movie-just as friends of course. Friend zoned-that's what had happened to her. But ever since he had graduated from Stanford University and had completely taken over his dad's company, he had cut ties with her completely. It wasn't even the fact that he had cut ties with everyone so that she could say that it wasn't just her. But the sad truth was, it was just her.

Why was it? Because of her illness? The fact that she couldn't walk around anymore as much as she used to? That she wasn't as independent as she used to be? No, she was never independent. She had always relied on him to help her. Always. He had been her support and now that her support was gone, she had fallen. Her body had broken down. Even the slightest over exertion would lead her to a fit of coughs and then vomiting up blood. Then it would be back to the hospital. She stayed more at the hospital than she did at home. Home...she didn't even have a proper home. She lived with her foster brothers, Nagumo Haruya and Suzuno Fuusuke.

They had taken her in and had catered to her every need, making sure she was always well enough to enjoy life. They had moved to Korea, hoping that a change of scenery would make her health better, but it didn't. Defeated, then they had shifted to America but no change occurred. Fuusuke had started his own business called "The Winthingale Enterprises". He was a graduate from Harvard- she remembered when her beloved had come home smiling and happy that he had gotten an acceptance letter from Stanford -only to be looked down upon by a smirking Fuusuke, who held not only Harvard's acceptance letter, but also Stanford's, Yale's and various other Universities he hadn't evenapplied for. All of them offering full scholarship to the orphan boy. But like Haruya said, he was a freaking genius. He had already written two thesis and invented so many things that all Haruya and she could do was watch.

As for Haruya, he was a lawyer. It befitted his flaming personality perfectly. She had become a doctor herself but a year after graduating from med school, she had fallen dangerously ill and was advised not to strain herself. A burden. That's what she had been reduced to. Nothing but a burden for others to cater for. She had become a doctor to help those in need but never got the chance. Fate had turned her into the one who needed help at all times.

Reina Yagami sighed and got up from the couch she was lying on and looked around. Fuusuke had bought a villa near the ocean. Her room had a huge glass wall over looking the sea. The sliding glass doors opened to a balcony where the breeze ruffled her hair and the setting sun made her skin glow orange. It was a beautiful place to live. Her room was huge. The chandeliers, the plush carpeting, the love seats and her large four-poster bed made her feel as if she were a princess living in a castle. She couldn't help but smile at the last thought. Princess Reina. Queen of the field. That's what everyone had used to call her. She made her way slowly out of her room. Going downstairs, she headed towards the huge kitchen where the chef smiled merrily at her and gave her a slice of dark chocolate cake.

Going to the dinning room, she sat down and forked a small portion of the cake into her mouth. A burst of flavor sent chills up and down her spine. Oh god, Pierre was an amazing cook. A maid came and set a glass of milk in front of her. She thanked the woman warmly and gulped down the milk. Another maid came and set her medicine in front of her along with a glass of water. Just as she was about to take her pills, the doorbell rang. She frowned.

Fuusuke was out of country for an important meeting and wasn't due till tonight. As for Haruya, he had an important case he needed to work on and had called her to inform her that he'd be spending the night at the office. Hence, her dreary mood. She scooped up a huge portion of cake, stuck the spoon in her mouth and made her way to the front door. Usually, they didn't have many visitors and the ones they did have were some business associates of either Haruya or Fuusuke. The maids would open the door but she was curious so she brushed off the servants with a wave of her hand. They bowed slightly and moved away, attending to their regular work. In front of the door, she adjusted her shawl around her bare shoulders and glanced in the mirror on the wall next to her. Good-she looked presentable. She wore a white off-the-shoulders blouse and blue jeans. Her hair was open as always. Opening the door, she peeked outside.

"Hello?" she asked, her voice small. Suddenly, the door flew back and Reina felt someone give her a huge hug. Panicked, she struggled only to have the person laugh and step back. She stared at the the greenette in wonder.

"Midorikawa Ryuuji?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder. Midorikawa hooted and hugged her again.

"Oh God!" he cried excitedly, "So this is where you've been hiding huh? How are you? What are you doing here? Where're Burn and Gazelle?" Burn was nickname given to Haruya for his fiery temper and Gazelle was Fuusuke- he had always been so nimble on his feet. She showed him inside and took him to the living room. Midorikawa gazed around the house in complete awe.

"Gazelle sure does like to spend big time don't he?" he said, his eyes shinning enthusiastically, "I couldn't believe that Burn and Gazelle lived together. The rumors that started were epic but I guess if you're living here as well, then it doesn't mean much eh? Which brings me back to my original question...what are you doing here?" She paused, trying to find the best possible answer. No one except Burn and Gazelle knew of her sickness. She hadn't wished to tell anyone else.

"Erm-" she stammered, "The thing is...you see...I...I'm here for a visit." she blurted out the lie and then felt shame and guilt wash over her. How could she lie to one of her oldest friends so blatantly? 'Because you don't want him to worry as well,' her inner voice reasoned with her. She changed the topic fast because Midorikawa looked as if he wanted to say more on the topic.

"So what brings you here?" she asked, pulling her feet up and tucking them underneath her self. Midorikawa was dressed in a white T-shir and black jeans. His green hair was tied up in a bun. She smiled at him. He stretched.

"I'm here on a business trip," he explained, "My boss will be coming in a short while to talk to Gazelle. Where is he anyways? Oh and Burn too. We didn't tell them because we wanted it to be a surprise." She batted him on the arm.

"I'm sad to say that your boss should have planned it better. Fuu-chan is out of country. Burn's at work. Who is your boss anyways?" Midorikawa's jaw dropped open. He whacked himself on the head.

"Ooh boy. He ain't gonna be happy. He planned it so perfectly." She poked him in the side.

"He who?" she question, sticking the spoon that she had into his side harder.

"It's-" but he was cut off by another person who had come up from behind.

"Me." She whirled around to see him leaning casually against the doorway, his arms folded, his eyebrow raised at her questioningly. She gulped. This was not good. Not good at all. What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to be here. How did he get here? Why didn't the Gods prepare her for this? He walked towards them, one hand in his black jeans and the other ruffling his own red hair. Vermilion hair. His jade green eyes fixed on her slender figure. She raised her own blue eyes to stare into his and her heart skipped a beat. Lowering her eyes quickly, she got up and moved forward her hand extended, a smile plastered on her face.

"Hi!" she said brightly, "How do you do?" She hoped he would just state his business and leave at once. After all, Burn and Gazelle weren't here. He had no reason to stay. She expected him to take her hand, shake, let go, and then sit down, get done with the formalities and leave. He looked at her, his face expressionless.

"Hi-?" her words were cut off as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, squeezing whatever air Midorikawa had left in her. She felt her body temperature rising and she hugged him back quickly, hoping he'd let go.

"Thank God, you're alive," he muttered before releasing her and pulling back, his arms still holding her securely. Oh God, where was Gazelle when you needed him? Hiroto Kiyama held her firmly as he led her back to the couch. Forcing her to sit down, he leaned down like a vulture, his eyes peering at him through the glasses he wore.

"Well?" he asked, his eyes narrowed, "Are you planning on telling me why you were hiding here? Where's Gazelle? I swear I'll kill him for keeping this a secret." She muttered her feeble excuse of coming for a visit. Hiroto's eyes narrowed even more. She knew he saw through her lie. Thankfully, he let the matter go. Midorikawa was pulling his phone out of his pocket and was having an excited conversation with whoever was on the other end. Suddenly, a butler entered the room.

"Mistress Reina." he said, "There are some people here who wish to come in. They say they're with Gran..." Reina's eyes widened. She shot Hiroto a look and nodded to the butler, telling him to invite the guests in. Five minutes later, she found herself being mobbed by at least twenty or so people.

"Reina Yagami! Where have you been? Guess what? We're staying here at your place, you witch!" her foster sister, Kii Fumiko yelled in good humor, slapping her on the back. Similar questions were asked by Kurjone Yuki, Hasuike An, Touchi Shuuji, Atsuishi Shigeto and everyone else back from her old orphanage. She beamed at everyone all around. Familiar faces of her cherished ones grinned back at her. In the crowd of faces, she saw Hiroto staring at her intently. She quickly diverted her eyes away from him. Everyone was looking around the villa with cries of awe and amazement. She sighed inwardly. What a day. Pulling out the whistle Burn had given her, she blew at it, catching everyone's attention. Her own private butler, James, walked in. He was 28 years old, with green eyes and blonde hair.

"James," she said, "Could you show our guests to the guest rooms?" At least, she hoped they had guests rooms. No one stayed over here-ever. But James just bowed and led the large chattering group away. She sat down on the couch, closing her eyes and enjoying the peace and quiet.

"For some one who's a visitor, you sure know your way well around her." Hiroto's voice caused her eyes to snap open. She stared at the man standing in front of her. He smiled at her sadly before coming and sitting next to her. He heart was doing its weird dance again. He gently removed a couple of bangs from her face and pushed them behind her ear. The gesture was so familiar that she nearly cried. Pulling away from him slightly, hoping he didn't notice, she got up. He smiled at her again. Getting up, he walked past her.

"Rei-chan," he whispered into her ear as he walked by, "What are you hiding?" She barley managed to hold back a gasp. How-how did he know? He paused at the doorway and looked at her over his shoulder.

"I'll know what ever it is soon enough."

Hibisha: Chapter one done!

TOBF: I thought this was only a one shot?

Hibisha: I couldn't put it all in one chappie.