I cannot believe that I'm the second person to write a Wild Ones fanfic. T^T I'm so disappointed. Aw, well. ENJOY. ;D

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"Rakuto," I sighed, just giving up.

He had me thrown in his arms, like a rag doll or something, carrying me to my room.

"You must rest," he said firmly.

I stared. "A tomato fell on my toe. It's not hurt,"

I was cooking, and one of the guys threw a tomato at each other. While trying to get them to calm down..I got pelted.

"That wasn't one tomato, that was about," Rakuto paused, staring up. "Eight or so."

"It's a TOMATO."

"Oh well," he opened the door to my bedroom and laid me gently down. I rolled my eyes and sighed. He sat next to me, smiling.

"If the princess is even a tiny bit hurt," he stated, whipping the hair away from my shoulders with the wave of his hand. "then she must rest,"

"This princess is fine," I whined.

Rakuto chuckled. He stood up and put his hand gently on my forhead. "Rest. Please,"

My heart thumped loudly in my chest. Rakuto turned, but he looked like he wanted to say something more.

I wish he would leave. I've gotten so confused lately concerning Rakuto. I don't know, but I think I like him. A lot.

"Sachi-sama,"

"Yeah?"

He turned a little, the light catching his face. It was then that I noticed how beautiful he looked, his hair pushed behind his ears, his eyes casting an amber like glow as they studied me, his lips curved into a kind smile. His shirt was unbuttoned, lower than usual, his sleeves pushed up.

"Would you like tomato soup?"

"Oh HA," I snapped. "Funny, hilarious."

Rakuto let out a laugh. "I'm serious!"

One of my grandpa's new gang members stuck his head in. His name was Rai.

"H-h-here, Miss Sachie Sama!" the man bowed, leaving the tray of soup on the floor by Rakuto's feet, running back to the kitchen worriedly.

"Um…thanks…" I said, but he had left too soon.

Rakuto brought the tray to my bedside table, setting it down cautiously. Rakuto looked around quickly, then ran to the door. He shut it, then turned to me.

"Sachie, there's something I need to talk to you about."

I straightened up immediately, alarmed. Rakuto sat next to me, frowning.

"Yeah?"

"Your grandfather has raised me since I was but a child," Rakuto began.

I nodded. "Duh."

"However, he doesn't want my smarts to be wasted on the gang," Rakuto stared into my eyes. "He wants me to leave Japan and go study at Harvard, in the United States."

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Good? Should I continue? D: Or is it a failed story?