A/N: This is an interlude for the epilogue which will be coming very,very soon. I did a quick illustration for the epilogue which is posted up at my homepage, check it out. I'll be closing the poll, so let's see which story prevails! Thanks for all the fantastic support. ;

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Interlude: BE FREE

Sometimes I have the feeling that she's watching me.

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Bloody hell.

Just a second ago, I had told myself not to look out. My mind had reminded me a thousands times before that, and I think that it's just that I really can't help myself. I narrowed my eyes as I gulped down my own saliva. The television was buzzing with an advertisement I didn't really bother about. My favourite food programme was coming up after the next advertisement…

Heck it, she was something I rather watch.

I shifted my body that I finally had my hand draped behind the couch and my head turned to side to watch her. The transparent balcony door was partially open, and the spring breeze could be felt on my skin; I have to remember to bring her to Inoshikara Park soon before the cherry blossoms pass. My television programme had started, the volume was turned on quiet loud, but my ears could pick up her softest voice…

She was humming.

I could see it clearly, her lips were pursed together and her body slowly rocking to a tune I could barely register. Then I flopped my head on the couch and strained my ears, she was definitely humming something. I tilted my head to the side, maybe she had been listening to my music…I left my music player out the bed the other day. I shook my head…she hates rock music.

I had my body now fully turned to face her. Her back was turned towards me and I had my hands placed on the bet that she didn't know that I was watching her. If she was to turn now at this moment, I would up for a serious tease tonight. That I wouldn't want, so I was very much hoping at the moment she wouldn't turn. The midday sun was out and so was she with the laundry. She had done part of it just now, but since my hunger groan from my study had reached her, she had immediately whipped up lunch for the both of us.

God, she's now my saviour.

I reached for the television control and decreased the volume; I had really wanted to know what she was humming on. Her rich Kyoto voice was something I could drown myself in, it was lulling and calming…sometimes a tad bit exciting, but it always had the spark that would literally send my mind reeling for her. I watched her stop for a moment or two as she reached down to the basket to take up another piece of clothing…ah, that's my shirt.

I felt my cheeks burn when she hugged it to her chest. I felt the urge to run out to just embrace her and throw her up in the air. I cursed under my breath when I realised that I was not suppose to do so…Act cool Natsuki…act cool.

Hell, like I could control myself under her actions.

I heard Duran move before me to rest next to feet. His fur was tickling my feet again; he should really get his fur trimmed soon. She continued with her tune and I noticed as she hung my shirt, her mouth was moving. She was singing. I never have heard her sing before, aside from the fact that when she speaks, it's good enough for me to treat it as a song. Her fingers traced my plain shirt and my chest scorched.

That's how effective she was…

Even when she was not facing me.

I swallowed again. This was not fun. I strained my ears more to pick up the tune she was singing now. I had never seen her listen to any music recently, apart from listening to the piano which Mai had recently played after a photo shoot. The piano was there on the set as a prop, but Mai believed otherwise and played a piece for us to hear. It was impressive and she was moved, I was smiling to myself after that, she had never been so struck alive for a long time. Duran snorted onto my leg and I shivered, God, I almost jumped aloud because of that.

All right, I couldn't take it.

Pulling myself from the couch, I slowly made my way to the balcony door. She was busying playing with my shirt that she took no notice of me, her voice became a tad bit louder and I quickly sank into her fantasy.

'What are you thinking about these days under this blue summer sky?'

I watched her as she tugged down the collar of my shirt. I played with my hair as I got lost with her voice but my mind picked up her words mush clearer this time,

'Stretch out both of your hands and I'll give you water soon.'

'Just let go and Be Free!'

This time you will really outdo yourself.

Right now,

Let me see the real you!'

I felt my heart beat a little faster and my body shiver in a weird but comfortable sensation. She smoothed out the little creases that my shirt had,

'Right now you got to believe!

It's really simple,

All you have to do is fight and things can change'

'There is not a thing that cannot be done.'

She whirled around…

Then I heard her gasp, I saw a glint a worry sparkle in her eyes. Apparently I have been caught…Finally. She backed away from me and threw a reproachful stare at me,

'How long have you been standing there?'

She pointed accusingly to me and raised an eye brow at me. I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders, her sweet voice caught my attention again; I realised it's something that I really can't get out of my head,

'Really Natsuki. You weren't suppose to hear that.'

I watched her reach down to the basket to pull up my baggy pants. She turned back to the line and hung them up. I felt Duran's fur brush across my legs; I looked down to expect so. I rubbed his muzzle and stroked his fur as he walked out onto the balcony to her. I started as I looked back at her,

'Oh? Not for me, eh?'

She stumbled back again as my question caught her, or was it simply Duran's fault that he walked between her legs. She muttered a 'Duran' under her breath and shot a look at me again,

'Natsuki, I…'

She had that look on her face again, and I raised my hands in defeat,

'Fine, fine. I'll be going back to watching television.'

She murmured something as I turned to leave the balcony door for the couch again.

Hell, there's not a thing that cannot be done.

I swear I was going to watch her again the moment I sit down.

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Sometimes I'm just dead correct.