Second fic, I hope you like. Review if you want me to continue.

Thanks, Ena.

"Mira!" I heard my name called and instantly jumped up. I hadn't seen him all day so I was running quickly enough that I was sliding on the wood floor. Without being able to stop as I rounded a corner I slid right into him. "Hello my beautiful Mira, why are you running in the house?" I looked up at him and smiled. I wanted to confess that I couldn't get to him fast enough instead I just shook my head. "Something smells good, did you make dinner?" He petted my head and kissed me their. "Yes, but I make dinner most nights don't I?" Without another word he pulled me to him, molding our bodies and sealing his lips over mine. Unable to stop my natural reaction I pulled back. He laughed good naturedly like usual and let me pull away without protests.

I set out making the table and laying dinner out for us as I did when Kyosuke came home, which wasn't very often lately. He sits without protest and chats on about how his job had gone during the day. I felt uneasy, because his light chatter seemed forced. "How was your day?" He tried, forcing me to stop thinking about what might be wrong. "Boring, went to school, did some homework, and the usual after that" He nodded absently seeming as though he hadn't actually heard me. "Also, I went out and had crazy sex with six people" he just kept nodding. "Kyosuke, did you even hear what I just said!" I demanded. "I'm sorry, I have something that needs talking to you about. I didn't want to ruin the dinner you made but I can't seem to focus otherwise." Here it comes. "I'll be on a business trip for a week starting Sunday. I intended to spend the remaining"-he checked his watch –"16 hours with you before my flight leaves" Unable to move I stared blankly.

"Mira, don't be like this" he begged following me up the steps about 5 minutes later. "I can't get out of it you know. I would reschedule if I could, I can't plan everything around you" Plan stuff around me? I spun on my heal screaming in furry. "It's bad enough you're missing my birthday, but now I'm a burden to? Leave me alone damn it!" I slammed my door so hard I thought it might come off the hinges for a second. "You know that's not what I meant, I'm sorry. You can do what you want while I'm gone, I won't complain if it's a mess when I get back, have yourself a party with some friends. Do what you want but right now, Mira please don't lock me out" he stood in front of my door begging for I don't know how long. I had thrown myself down on the bed and buried my face in a pillow. "Go away!" I barked loudly. I hated his stupid career more often than not.

It wasn't that it was my birthday really, it was that he just got back from a trip not even a month ago, the way he was always working late, how little free time he ever got, being short tempered when things went badly as they often did, the way women hung all over him…I resented everything about his job. It took him from me all the time, leaving him tired and stressed when he was returned to me. I blinked back angry tears hating the familiar burning. "It's been 3 hours, are you ever gunna open the door precious Mira?" I tried to not smile, but hearing the little add ons he used with my name made it impossible. I got up and padded over to the door, opening it slowly. "I'm sorry I won't be here, but I will make it up to you. It's only a week okay?" he wrapped me up in his arms and pulled me close. I hugged him back, wishing for the millionth time he belonged to only me.

Instead of having sex, which would have been typical for us, we stayed up all night and did fun stuff that we didn't really do much anymore. We ate popcorn and laughed a lot. I felt like I had him back for the first time in a long time. He wasn't rushing to take my clothes off, rushing to get dressed, rushing to eat; rushing to get out of the house…he was just here. Sometimes I feel like the other woman, the one that's cheating with a married man. I'm always waiting for him to run home to me from that damn job that he's so committed to. "You must be missing something really important for work" I'm wondering if he actually sacrificed something to spend this time with me and we both know the unspoken question "You did at least blow off those people in favor of being here with me this one time didn't you?". But I don't ask like that because I don't want him to lie. "Lots of meetings I'm going to have to catch up on some time soon" he nodded and kissed my head. "It was worth it to be here with my darling Mira." I looked at the clock, nearly time for him to go.

"Try not to be to wild while I'm gone" He kissed me on the mouth, hot and heavy. I couldn't stop from threading my fingers through his hair as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I involuntarily ground into him as he slipped a hand between us and stroked me lightly through my pants. His tongue lazily explored my mouth as if he had all the time in the world. I cringed when I heard the car pull up and he let lose a stream of curses that made me blush. "When I come back from this business trip you are mine." I gulped audibly and nodded without protest, unsure of what else to do. "I'm glad we got to spend some time together though, spend lots of money on your birthday, I make enough." He kissed me one last time and turned to leave. "I love you!" I yelled, still half stunned. "I love you to my beautiful Mira"

The worst part was watching him get into the car. The guy would take his bags and open the door. He would stand and stair at me with eyes like liquid gold, almost willing me to run to him and beg him not to leave, which I most likely already did ten minutes ago. He pushed the blond hair from his face and curved that full mouth into a half smirk as if he knew I melted a little every time I saw it. I would stair with my big, amethyst eyes silently wishing I never opened the door for him to get into the stupid car. He would get in the car after a quick wave and drive away, leaving me praying that he would come back and tell me he didn't care what they said; he was going to stay with me this time. Resentment rose up, as I padded back into the lonely house that was to big for one person.

We made good money; I never had to want for anything. I guess that was his goal, to set up a beautiful life of luxury for me. I was like a spoiled pet, getting almost everything I wanted. But I never got enough of him, and it was what I craved most. I suppose that because when he was younger he had to raise me instead of be a kid he encouraged me to do childish things. I buy, eat, hang out with, come home when I wanted to and he never complained. "Be a kid, you only get to for a little while" he always pushes. I'm domestic though, I love making dinner and finding what's on sale. It's not because I have to, it's just part of who I am. I want to make a home for us, and if he's working then I should be cooking and cleaning. I guess it's also that I worry he's not taking us seriously; I don't know what he dose when he leaves. Who is he with on this trip right now? A gorgeous girl? Worse, another guy? I have no clue.

So for now, I'll get to scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees so I know it'll be clean. I know he told me to have a party but I doubt anyone but Kazuki will be there, so it won't really be any type of party. It's quiet in here and I can't wait for him to get home, even though he's just left. The phone rings and I nearly have a heart attack. "Hello, Mira speaking" I answer, sounding impatient. "Why do you sound so sad Mira?" Surprise washed over lightly, Kyosuke. "It's nothing, I was just cleaning up" I lied. "Why are you crying?" And I hadn't even realized that tears were falling. "I wish you didn't go" I avoided. "I'll be back soon enough, find something fun to keep you busy until I get back okay? But not to fun, and Mira, don't cry. Please don't cry" I bit my lip from whimpering. "I'm lonely" It was a complaint but I couldn't help it. "I'm sorry" and he sounded it. "What can I do?" he asked. I shook my head. "Nothing, I'll be okay. Sorry" He sounded hesitant. "Get back to what you were doing, I have to finish cleaning." And he sighed. "I love you Mira darling" sometimes he could be so sincere and caring. "I love you to papa"