Author's note: Akko and Andrew are a bit au here. The story takes place when they're a bit older hence where they are and the predicament Andrew is in. An energetic Akko is up next, but I have two ideas juggling in my brain on how.

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I don't have anything against DiannaxAkko so please return the gesture if you're the type that's a bit forceful in defending their ship. If you're not, thanks!

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Pardon the grammatical errors

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Chapter 1: Consoling Heart

A sleek black ford speeded through an otherwise mildly crowded street at cue of the stop lights' signal. On a dandy Saturday night where all stars are apparent and the wind so relaxing, the young adult coming from the car after he parked looked opposite of such a nice night.

Andrew hesitated in closing the door. His eyes glancing at multiple bags haphazardly strewn in the shot gun sit, back seats and his mind wandered to the rest placed in the trunk of his car. Not being able to withstand it, fingers wrapped at one edge of a picture frame he nicked as he went. He took out the picture and placed it inside his breast pocket.

A breeze managed to get him relaxed as he trekked all the way to his friend's well endorsed bar. Two bouncers followed his stature as he went in, music was getting louder just as his headache was starting. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea." Andrew mumbled. This was the last time he was going to listen to Frank's imaginary voice in his head.

Of course it wasn't.

Blinding multicolored lights dazzled the whole room majorly highlighting body slapping against each other inappropriately. The DJs were dancing along as they let out an overly loud and descriptive retell of what happens behind the sheets to be improper.

He wanted to leave, but his pride stopped him. Get ahold of yourself, Andrew Hanbridge, or are you willing to eat your words that Frank is right about you being tasteless bachelor from the 15 century. Andrew scowled, Hell no.

So Andrew Hanbridge persevered, to the counter not the dance floor. He wasn't quite ready for just anyone breaching his private space to that extent thank you very much.

"Give me the strongest thing you have." Andrew demanded without as much as a greeting. His upbringing was already screaming unjust to him. But Andrew figured that the bar man should be jaded enough by this time. He recalled in movies they were always the target of less than stellar moods.

A glass of unknown concoction appeared in his vision. Andrew winced as something sweet, strong and spicy went down his throat.

Someone cleared their throat. " I hope you got the money to pay that, mister. The man gave you the bar's most expensive. He's a conman like that."

"Money isn't a problem, what I want is a temporary reprieve from my decisions." Andrew said clutching the glass in between his hands. Why was he talking about this?

"Is it trouble in paradise type?"

Andrew laughed. " Yes, but not in the way you think. It neither paradise nor love. I had this engagement with an acquaintance since childhood. A marriage of convenience since our families would both benefit on our joining."

"You broke it off?" Now Andrew took a good look on the other participant of their two part conversation. A long haired brunette wearing an out of place off shoulder denim dress with silly patches and high boots. Perhaps on another woman she would manage to pull it off, however the girl in front of him had this childish disposition that she was unable to.

A snort. "I not only broke it off, woman, I left my bride stranded on the altar because I'm an utter coward. I expect Diana's dislike for me would culminate to hatred now that I publically humiliated her. I left just as the priest asked me if I would lawfully accept Dianna as my wife. In that instance I couldn't say yes therefore I left."

"Ouch"

"Say it"

Say what?

"That I'm the most wretched guy in the planet. An dishonorable idiot and a coward to boot who couldn't own his responsibility. What else?" Andrew groaned. The bar man refilled his glass so many times now that he lost count.

"No you're not." The woman snorted inelegantly.

Andrew was about to protest when he got a palm to his face.

"You are an utter bastard. A heartless beast that deserved to get stripped out of whatever title or status you have if running out of a wedding was a crime. You are marginally above of those detestable playboys, barely a millimeter margin, but you are in the same category."

Andrew reeled from shock. He had never been spoken so degradedly by anyone, not even his father. This girl had the audacity to throw that all to his face- in another circumstances he would have coolly slapped her down verbally however that was not the case now because she was -

Utterly right.

He hung his head in shame. Andrew never liked Dianna, while both of them were unapproachable. Dianna had this Ice Queen and smart ass persona that Andrew disliked. Her stubbornness into taking other opinions into consideration, especially his had put a damper into the development of their relationship. Believe it or not Andrew tried to properly court her, he just find her stubbornness tiring. But still that wasn't a legitimate excuse to ruin her wedding day for her.

"But at least you were honest with it." The girl said smiling sadly. "Lots of people get on with it for appearance sake even though they know they're making the worst mistake of their lives. I think your former fiancée would be the last person to forgive you, but I think she'd be the most thankful when she found her man along the way. Mind you, you're still a bastard for doing it last minute."

Probably Andrew's mouth was agape with astonishment, and the he consciously felt his mouth turned up into a smile.

"Andrew Hanbridge."

The girl smiled. "Kagari Atsuko."