Thanks for everyone who left a review in the previous chapter. Well, not much happened there, I guess. Haha. But thanks for reading nonetheless. :D I'll update the other stories but I need to get used to writing again so this series of one-shots is my fanfic practice.(My imagination is still not working as it used to be. Boo.) I'm currently depressed so I thought I might add a chapter to perk me up. Hmmm...

This second one-shot is in response to the Tandem Writing Dare in Ressha no Kansou. Join us if you have the time! :D

Disclaimer: FY is not mine.

February Fourteenth

By Slavedriver2008

Yui heaved a sigh as her hands finished tying a red ribbon around a thin rectangular box. She could almost imagine the rage in his face after what she did. She somehow regretted running away but what should she had done?

He pertained to Ryuchi Pendragon, the youngest billionaire in Japan who was listed in the top 50 richest people in the world under 30, according to an affluent business magazine. This same person happened to be exclusively dating her, after that pleasant meeting at the rooftop on New Years Day, after Tetsuya proposed to her and she turned him down. He also happened to—almost candidly as if the gods plotted a joke—looked strikingly similar to her fallen shogun.

Oh Nakago, she thought, why does he have to be reborn as a man who was way out of her reach? In his past life, he had become a star. In this current life, though he was completely oblivious to the existence of the former, he was still a star.

Another sigh left her but it didn't lift the burden in her chest. Earlier, she was in his place, at the most expensive residential unit in Tokyo. There she was, excited to give him a chocolate bar that cost her week's worth of allowance and then finding out everyone in his company gave him the same sweets, the same chocolate bar, the same brand. They even gave him the same version! Horrible, it was just horrible.

"Happy Valentine's!" she told him, happy and a little proud.

She bought the most expensive chocolate she could find, hopping he loved sweets. It was a crazy thought—she never knew if Nakago liked sweets. But then, she never fully knew what the shogun was like, or if he'd retain some preferences in his new life. The temptation of telling him about Shinjintenchisho fleeted in her thoughts again but she immediately shook them away.

The book has nothing to do with their relationship. Ryuchi might look like Nakago but he was different. Well, he was different from the person she remembered him by. And maybe, that was enough.

"Thank you," Ryuchi said, smiling thinly. He took the chocolate bar and placed it above his nose. "Smells good." His smile widened and her cheeks colored. He took her hand and her heart palpitated madly. Slowly, he pulled her toward the couch. "Maji, get me a glass of water, please," he told the helper and the woman bowed.

"Maji-san, I'll get the water," Yui called out and Ryuchi tightened his hold of her hand. She turned to him. "You depend too much on your helper."

He raised an eyebrow as she slowly let go of his hand. A sigh left him—he knew it was futile to argue. Or maybe he just wanted her to have her way, typical of men who wanted to get into a girl's good graces. It might also come with the age gap, she figured. He was after all, 10 years her senior. That or he was simply a mild-mannered man. OR, a nagging thought entered her head: he might have remembered following her every whim when he was still her warrior. The concept made her cheeks flush. Yes, not telling him about the book was definitely a good idea. They were, after all, in their worst states back then.

"Don't take too long," he mumbled and she smiled wide, nodding.

"I won't."

She doesn't need instructions to go around his mansion, she had come to remember what passages brought her to what room, what doors lead to a certain spot in the house, and which areas are restricted. Yui slowly opened the two-door refrigerator and shook her head; no this was the "meat section" of the refrigerator-filled kitchen. She moved to the next block and opened it.

A gasp left her after she did. Within the enclosed space were hundreds, no, probably thousands of the same chocolate bar she bought for him. Some even had notes, from colleagues, from subordinates—even from female office workers! Without another word, she traced back the path to the living room in the master bedroom, where he sat, relaxing after a day of work.

Ryuchi had already peeled the foil of the chocolate and was about to take a bite when she rushed toward him and snagged it. He looked up, surprised, his blue eyes widening at the sudden act.

"What? Yui—" She didn't give an explanation. Instead, she stormed out of the room and ran out of the household, his voice calling her back over and over.

"Yui, open the door!" Yui bolted up and eyed the door. Heavy knocks came again and she wanted to bang her head on the wall. What she did was immature, yes, him knocking on her door at this time of the night was insane! To begin with, he told her earlier that he has a dinner with clients. "YUI!" She opened the door and he pushed it open, evidently angry. "Nobody walks out on me!"

"Well… I…" she doesn't know what to say, how to apologize. She never apologized to him back in Kutou! And he never screamed at her. Holy Seiryuu, she should stop comparing him to the Nakago she knew. She looked down and heaved a sigh, one he noticed immediately as a sign of regret.

"I apologize for screaming…" he slowly said and she looked up, surprised. He offered her a hand and she looked at it. "Can I have my chocolate back?" Yui blinked.

"You have a refrigerator full of the same chocolate I gave you," she told him and his brows creased.

"And…?" he asked, clueless. Yui frowned. Men will never understand the value of chocolates on Valentine's Day. Especially since they're used to receiving it every year. "People always give me chocolates on Valentine's Day, I do not see why you run away with my chocolate."

Yui's lips curved to a frown and she heaved another sigh. "Well, I got you a new gift," she said, trying to smile. She held up the box she just finished tying and he eyed it, blue eyes jumping from the red ribbon to hers. Yui's face felt warm and he smiled thinly.

Ryuchi took it as he walked inside her apartment, pulling the ribbon she took more than three hours to tie. The sound of paper being crumpled filled the living room and when he turned to her, she found him lifting the lid of the box. When he saw the tie, he was taken aback, the lack of interest evident in his emotionless stoic face. It was simple neck tie in dark blue with stitches of the dragon—which might appeal to him considering he was a powerful man.

"It's not as expensive as the ones you normally use. I'm only in high school so I don't have that much money—" she said defensively. Ryuchi seemed unfazed and Yui gasped when he started to pull out the tie around his neck. "What are you doing?"

"I have a client dinner in an hour. Put this on me," he ordered, grabbing the tie from the box and handing it to her.

"But I don't know how—"

"I'll be late if you don't start," he said sternly, leaving Yui with no choice but to wrap it around his neck and figuring out how to knot the tie. "You're doing it wrong," he told her and she frowned.

"I told you, I haven't tried this—" He cut her when he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her mouth. Yui blinked repeatedly, surprised. "Na—Ryuchi…?" Instead of responding, he smirked and cupped her face for another kiss. She gasped but her reserves melted in a series of moan as he explored her mouth, gentle yet suffocating. Oh dear lord, she had almost forgotten how it felt to be kissed!

He gently pushed her to the couch and Yui's eyes widened when he moved away to throw his shirt, showing off a muscled and toned chest. "WAIT—you have a meeting!" she screamed when he leaned down for another kiss. But before their lips met, his mobile phone rang and he was forced to stop. "See?"

With raised eyebrows, Ryuchi answered the phone, still meeting her gaze in an intent manner that doubled the beats of her already palpitating heart. "Cancel all my appointments today," he grumbled, immediately closing the phone and throwing it away. Before she could protest, Ryuchi leaned down and suckled the skin on the side of her neck. All the blood in her body seemed to boil and she only responded with a light moan.

"Ryu-chan…" she tried to drive away the euphoric sensation as he trailed heat in her skin, knowingly unbuttoning her shirt. Yui was heaving when he trailed further south, her heart pumping loud under his lips. "We shouldn't… You and I… We're not even…" Yui's face turned beet red when he fingered the strap of her bra and planted a long kiss on her shoulder blades. Then a thought suddenly came to her. "STOP! I'm only 17!"

Ryuchi looked up, brows creased. "You never mentioned being a minor," he said in a deep frustrated voice. The man moved away and sat on the couch, annoyingly picking his shirt and then wearing it.

"I'm tall for my age," Yui answered, arranging her clothes, face flustered. It was never comfortable sitting beside a man she almost had sex with, especially a man who was not even her boyfriend to begin with.

"When are you turning 18?" he asked, finishing the last buttons on his formal shirt.

He turned to find her looking the other way, trying her best to pacify the wild beats of her heart. Yui wanted to berate herself for even getting it on with him. This was the first time they got intimate. The past month of dating was mainly focused on knowing each other. But she did forget to tell him about her age. To begin with, she never thought they'd end up making out after she gave him a tie. Heck, it was just a tie. Okay, it was not just a tie.

"October," she whispered, still looking away. He pulled her head and kissed it.

"We'll save it for your birthday then," he whispered and her cheeks went from rosy to fire-engine red.

He stood up and took the neck tie and wrapped it around his neck, tying it skillfully. When he was done, he turned and their eyes met. And locked. Again. She noticed the little stud earring on his right lobe and she flushed, unconsciously fingering the same one on hers. When she looked up, he was still watching her with soft blue eyes, smiling.

"Ryuchi…?" she started, hesitant. She sighed again. Being with him makes her feel so many numerous emotions all at once.

"Hmmm…?" he responded, leaning closer. Before she could speak, he planted a soft kiss on her mouth and it sent a familiar warmth throughout her body.

"Do you love me?" she whispered when their lips parted, eyeing him softly. A smirk made its way across his handsome face, an all-too familiar smirk.

A/N: Ah, not much happened again. Please do leave reviews!