The party continued without a hitch. Negi was watching everyone have fun until he saw, from the corner of his eye, Asuna walk up to Takahata but turned around with her head hung before she even made half way to him. He sighed, knowing this is going to bite him in the butt later, but followed Asuna as she ran out the room.

He followed her to the roof where he saw her looking out campus with tears strolling down her face as the gentle breeze flowed through her hair.

Negi was mesmerized. He strolled over to her, not making a sound. He stood next to her and watched as the sun went down across the horizon. Without looking at the girl he asked, "You want to talk about it." She gave him a glance. "No."

Negi gave her a small smile. "Talking about it will make you feel better. I can relate to you."

"How can a baka like you relate?"

"You'll see."

Asuna gave in and helped him up the roof of the staircase. "You see I lo-liked," she corrected herself hoping Negi didn't hear her slip up. "Someone for a long time but," She clenched her fists turning them white. "I could never tell him. No matter how many times I try! Maybe… maybe I should give up." A single tear fell.

Negi gazed at the girl shaking beside him and rubbed her back. "You know I was in the same situation you were, Asuna. I loved this girl but could never tell her because she was to be married off."

"What did you do?" Asuna looked at him.

"I told her how I felt before she left with her husband. I knew it would be the last time I would see her and gave her all my feelings. I even kissed her, though it was on the cheek." He chuckled. "I felt my heart was at peace after that. That was the first time I love a girl or anyone… it was so far my last. I know she didn't mean to give me a broken heart but she did." He looked at Asuna with so many emotions on his face but one stood out the most; happiness. "She also gave me important message. There will be ups and downs but have faith for a better future and keep your head up high everything will be better and I will find love." Negi gave her a smile. "Plus confessing to the one you love is one of the hardest challenges you will ever do." Negi looked at the setting sun. "Come on. Let's get back to the party." He jumped down and helped her then returned to the party.

When they re-arrived, almost everyone hound on them for the details. All Negi said that she convinced him to sing a song of his choosing. Sage led them to a stage near the cafés. Negi walked up to the microphone and observed his small crowd with a smile.

The piano started to play and Negi focused his eyes on one girl, Asuna.

"Thank You for the Broken Heart" (Written by J Rice I don't own) (Look on YouTube or I Tunes)

(Don't feel like typing the lyrics)

Negi wiped away the tears and gave them a smile. "That was 'Thank you for the broken heart'. You know I'm too young for this stuff." His joke made a few adults laugh. "The next song I'll sing 'Love The Way You Lie'.

Love The Way You Lie part 2 live Grammys by Rihanna Ft Eminem (J Rice remix)

(To lazy to write or copy)

Negi blushed when the crowd (that grew over time) went wild and started to scream his name. He spotted Mana smirking, Sage collecting money, Kaede smiling like a fox, and Zazie… where is Zazie? He searched for her energy since her magic is more… potent than others and found her in one of the trees nearby. "Uh… sorry guys that's enough singing for now isn't it. Next time I'll take requests alright. So uh see ya." He walked off stage only to run away from his new fangirls and fanboys.

After two hours of running from his fans he returned to his dorm. He snuck back to his room hoping not to awaken his roommates since it was 12o'clock. He took off his ripped shirt and dirty t-shirt, reveling horrible scars that littered his body. The worst scars of the dozens was a deep scar that crossed his heart and a large hole shaped one on his back, like something struck his heart and exited through his back. Then another on his arm; it was completely healed but it was still stitched tight.

He ate his pills, ten in all, washed his face to revel a long, crooked, scar on his right eye and stared at his arm. He shivered when he felt a cold hand trace one of his longer battle scars.

"You know," he felt the hand stiffen, "It is impolite to enter ones room without asking." He turns around and sees…