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Ai! Suspense, na no da! As promised, Ch 4. right behind Ch 3. Nya, Ja ne! By the way, just a warning in advance. Milan is a crier. She cries alot in this story, trust me. But, it always fits the situation. No stupid happy crying lol.

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"YOUR WHAT?!" Ryuichi and Shuichi screeched, each staring at their lovers. Ryu knew Milan had been married, but he had never imagined it could be to someone like Eiri Yuki. "We were married about three years ago..." Eiri muttered. "Yuki, you never told me.." Shuichi said in a hurt tone. "It's in the past, Shindou-chan. But, a word of warning... Never marry Eiri Uesugi." Milan told him. "You;ll just get hurt.." she finished, pulling her gaze away from Eiri. "Ry-chan, I don't feel good... Can we go home?" she asked, feeling a tear run across her cheek.

"Of course, Mi-chan. See you later, Shu-san.." Ryuichi replied, glancing over his shoulder at Shindou and him. Shooting Shuichi an apologetic look, he followed her out to the car. They drove in silence. Milan ran to the bedroom, and fell onto the bed, feeling the tears she had been holding back fall against her skin. "Milan? What's wrong, Milan?" he asked. "Him... I can't believe it..." she muttered. "It's ok, Mi-chan. Forget about Yuki." Ryuichi said quietly, pulling her close. "I know, Ry-chan... But, it still hurts..." she replied, the piercing gold eyes burning in her mind. Later that night, Milan and Yuki dreamed...

"I now pronounce you, husband and wife.. You may kiss the bride." Twenty-three year old Milan smiled at her new husband, Eiri. True, he was three years younger then her, but what did it matter? It was a shame their families weren't present. Eiri smiled back as he leaned over and kissed her...

ONE YEAR LATER...

Milan glanced up as her husband came through the door. "Eiri! You're home! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" she said, standing to greet him. Her smile faded as he walked past her silently, and sat on the couch. "Eiri?" she whispered, sitting next to him. "Eiri, what's wrong?" He didn't answer. Milan brushed her fingers over his cheek. He grabbed her wrist, and glared silently at her. She gasped, and pulling her hand away, feeling an invisible knife go through her heart at the look he gave her. A tear ran down her cheek, and she ran to their bedroom. Eiri glanced in the direction she had gone. He sighed, and shook a cigarette from the pack.

Later that night, he listened to her breathing on the opposite side of the bed. She wasn't asleep. Eiri knew she was upset. He also knew it was because she thought he was mad at her. He moved to the side she was on, and wrapped his arms around her. Milan rolled over, and he sealed his lips over hers. After they pulled away, he whispered, "I love you... Never forget that.."

SIX MONTHS LATER...

Eiri stared at the papers she shoved across the table. He picked them up, and glanced over the text. "A divorce?" he asked. She nodded, not meeting his gaze. "I love you, Eiri. But, I hardley even know you anymore. I-I think this is best.."

Milan gazed at Eiri. His golden eyes showed no emotion as he stared back. "Goodbye, Eiri..." she whispered. Pain flickered across his gaze briefly. "Goodbye, Milan..." Eiri Uesugi and Milan Winchestor left the courtroom quietly, each going their separate ways...

Milan sat up in the bed. She took a deep breath, and looked over at Ryuichi sleeping peacefully next her. Pressing her fingers to her temples, she sighed. She laid back down, and closed her eyes in determination. Eiri was gone, and she didn't love him anymore. She had Ryu now, and that was all that mattered...

At the same moment, Yuki's eyes flew open. He propped himself up on his elbows. Damn flashback. Shuichi rolled over, and mumbled, "Yuki?" Eiri glanced over at him, "Go back to sleep, I'm fine.." The pink-headed teen needed no more encouragement, and within seconds, fell back into his slumber. The writer mentally cursed. Why did she have to pop back up in his life? Just when he had finally gotten over her completely...