"Who is she?"

I looked over. She was staring at me intently and blatantly. She didn't look embarrassed that she had been caught staring. In fact, it looked like she didn't care. She was staring and I didn't know her. Not that complete strange girls staring at me is uncommon. But she didn't blush and turn her head away like some of the other girls who would stare at me. She watched my every move and didn't look away. Scary, really.

"I don't know," I said with a shrug of my shoulders and turned back to the girl next to me. Sakura something or the other.

I could feel the eyes on my back. I had that feeling that I was being watched. And I knew who was watching me. That girl. I took a tiny glimpse back at her. She was still staring at me, with those wide, intense and innocent brown eyes. She didn't look like the kind who would be in a bar after midnight. Actually, she looked like the kind that watched cartoons and hugged children and stupid stuff like that. She looked about as mature as a 5th grader.

I looked back towards my girlfriend. Her silk black curls fell from her head down to around her waist. She was wearing this skintight mini dress and a halter-top to match. Actually, we're not technically dating. She's married to some oil tycoon somewhere. But she was hot and mature, my kind of girl, unlike someone who was digging holes into my back with their eyes. I turned around again, to see if she was still watching.

This time, I studied her features. She was pretty, in an innocent, cute kind of way. Eh, not my type at all. She had very straight shoulder length hair and a very cute nose that made you just want to squeeze it. Her eyes were the most noticeable. They were brown, intense and looked like they were on the verge of tears. The light flickering in the bar somehow enhanced that effect her glistening eyes. Her mouth was small and a light pink. What made her most distinguished in the whole bar was that she was the only girl not wearing make up. In fact, she was wearing a sweatshirt with jeans. Not your typical club-wear if you ask me.

"Akira?"

"Hmm?" I asked, turning back to my date.

"Are you listening?"

"Yeah, of course. You were talking about your new hotel that you were thinking of expanding. So how do you expect to advertise it?" I asked, hoping she would just go on talking for another 5 minutes.

"That's a good question. I have a couple of friends in the..."

I tuned out. I turned back to the girl again. I didn't know why I was staring at her so much. Somehow, I was intrigued and couldn't stop. She stared back at me with the same intensity and took no notice of my staring. In fact, it seemed as if she couldn't see the fact that I was staring. She seemed so lost in her own world of simply staring at me. Suddenly, I wanted to know who she was, what she did and why she was staring at me. Somehow, I didn't think it had anything to do with the way I looked or who I was.

I almost jumped a foot when my phone vibrated. I picked it out and found Soujiro's name on the screen.

I uttered an apology to Sakura.

"Yo, what's up?" I asked.

"Dude, where are you?"

"I'm on a date at a club."

"Are you serious? You aren't at home getting ready for the trip? You do know that we aren't waiting for you this time."

"I was five minutes late last time!" I screamed, remembering the France trip to celebrate Shizuka's wedding. The guys and even Makino herself gave me a long lecture about it in the 10-hour flight. Tons of fun, trust me.

"Yeah...five minutes and we missed the flight," Soujiro said indignantly.

"Whatever, I'll be there. I don't see why we have to go to Hawaii anyways. We've been there so many times it's actually a bit boring."

"Cause Makino has always wanted to go and Tsukasa is a hopeless romantic idiot."

"Why are we dragged along?" I asked, clearly knowing the answer. I just didn't want to talk to Sakura anymore. She was getting boring. Maybe I'll find some rich divorcee in Hawaii or something like that.

"Because Tsukasa is an idiot. You think we should take Rui out? He seems depressed ever since France."

"Maybe..." I said, thinking about Shizuka's wedding. Rui had been smiling the whole time but I could tell something was wrong. I suppose it's like a special gift of mine.

"Akira, we should take him out, meet some girls, actually maybe get a date," Soujiro said with a sigh.

"Maybe not..." I said with a smile, knowing how Rui is. He would never go to a bar to meet girls. He preferred to read his books and sleep for 13 hours.

"Whatever. Just don't be late this time. My private plane is in London with my father and Tsukasa is flying in on his. Rui's mother is in Paris with their plane and didn't you say your father was out somewhere."

"Moscow," I responded.

"So we have to catch this flight. I can't believe we're flying on a commercial airline."

"It'll be fine..." I reasoned.

"Okay, I got to go. See ya tomorrow," Soujiro said. The line went dead.

"That was your friend?" Sakura asked.

"Yeah."

She paused for a second for me to explain. When I didn't she said, "Going to Hawaii huh? Am I invited?"

"Sorry...it's mainly a guys' thing," I said with an apologetic smile. I wasn't very sorry though. She was turning out to be a bore. Perhaps I'll have to dump her when I come back from Hawaii.

"No big deal. I was planning to go shopping in Paris anyways." She was offended. I could tell.

"Well I've got to go pack," I said with a smile, calling an end to the evening. She gave a wistful sigh.

Goodbye time...

"Akira...I think I really love you."

Or not...

"What?" I said, trying to keep the shocked look off my face.

"It's just so right with you. You're everything I've ever wanted. You make me forget about money and my husband and everything I've ever had. I think I want to leave Toshiro for you. When he comes back from New York, I'll tell him right away."

Oh shoot.

"But... " I said, trying to get her to change her mind.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you," she said with such a shiny love in her eyes that I fell back for a second, not expecting it. I recovered fast as I gave her a slight sympathetic look. Never mind about ending it after Hawaii. I needed to end it now.

"Look, as great as you are, we're just not meant to be," I said smoothly, trying to soften the blow for her.

She stopped smiling and looked into my eyes.

"What?" she said, shocked.

"Sakura, you're beautiful and intelligent and sophisticated but I can't marry you. You belong to someone who'll appreciate you more and love you more. I can't do that darling," I said with as much feeling as I could. It was almost midnight and I was tired. This was one of the lines I knew by heart. When I felt more creative, I would come up with something romantic and fresh. But not today.

"But Akira..." she said, losing steam.

"Your husband loves you more than I'll ever do and to you, this shall remain a mere fling in your life. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. You'll be happier with him."

I gave her one last kiss and decided that I should walk away.

Perfect. She didn't look mad, just slightly disappointed. I walked away with a smile on my face. I didn't get slapped nor had any beverage thrown over my head. I consider this a very successful breakup.

I was humming as I exited the bar. Hawaii to look forward to and plenty of girls. Perhaps I can even find a decent relationship there with someone I could actually converse with. Long nights of me and Soujiro out at the bars, catching up on old times and picking up girls. Who cares if Hawaii is a bit old-fashioned? I needed a vacation. A very long vacation from life.

Then I felt the feeling that someone was watching me. I turned around, fully expecting a burglar or someone. No need to fear. I took tae Kwan doe since I was five.

Except it wasn't a burglar. It was a girl. The same girl with the eyes.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

She nodded, a tiny bit shy.

"With?"

She looked down at her feet and her hair swept across her face. She nervously tucked them back behind her ears, reminding me a bit of my sisters when they were scared or embarrassed.

"Are you Mimisaka Akira?" came the soft, musical voice.

"Yes," I said with what I hoped was a comforting smile.

She didn't look up from her shoes. She was a lot different from Makino or any of the other girls I've been around. She was shy, adorable and cute.

"And who are you?" I spoke as if I was talking to a seven year old.

"Harumi. Tokashiro Harumi."

I looked at her, expecting her to elaborate. She didn't. She merely looked down at her shoes. I stepped forward and looked at her closely. She was quite pretty, with her hair falling into her glistening eyes and her little pouting mouth. Her cheeks were flushed pink.

"Are you-"

And before I could say another word, she burst into tears. And not just quiet tears that trailed down her cheeks. No these were loud, sobbing tears. She brought her hands up over her eyes and bawled away. Out of instinct I grabbed out to her and hugged her tight, shushing her and patting her back as I've done for my sisters and my mother so many times. It was pure instinct. The moment she started crying like a baby, I reached over and didn't care that she was a mere stranger. Perhaps it's the fact that I've done it so many times it felt just right. Perhaps it was the fact that she seemed somewhat familiar, like I know her from somewhere. But that may be the fact that she resembles my sisters.

"Shh...It's okay. Are you hurt anywhere?" I asked.

She merely cried on and I stood there, feeling my two hundred dollar shirt get soaking wet from her tears. Great...that wasn't going to wash out. She was soon running out of tears and energy and I slowly pulled her away and sat her down at the bench right next to the club. I took out my handkerchief that I've always carried and placed it over her nose.

"Blow," I ordered.

She did as I asked and before soon, she was a mere quiet shivering mess.

I took out my cell and called my car, giving them instructions of where I was. I slowly patted her hair as we waited. I couldn't help but notice that she smelled like lilacs and lavender, a different smell from the vanilla and brown sugar flavor that floated through my house and a different smell from the strong intoxicating perfumes of the women I dated.

"Now are you hurt anywhere?" I asked again.

She shook her head.

"Then what's wrong?" I inquired softly, still patting her hair.

She merely shook her head. I sighed in resignation and waited for the car. This was definitely one of the weirdest things in the world. I'm usually a nice person but not so nice that I would let a mere stranger cry in my shoulders. I thought back to our conversation. She knew my name. Why?

"You know my name?" I asked suddenly.

She nodded her head.

"How?"

She looked up at me. "Because you're my fiancée."

A/N: My first Hana Yori Dango story. I've had this around for a while on my computer, ever since I finished reading Hana Yori Dango around a year ago, and just decided to spruce it up a couple of days ago. It's not the best writing but it's not a bad story... I think... The writing and the plot gets better, trust me, since I have around 20 more pages on my computer, already written and waiting to be edited. So please review!