Soooooooooooo Sorry for the delay! I had writer's block for a while but I managed to finish the story within a few days. So here's chapter four of six. A big thanks to my friend, Newborn Hope who has been a constant pillar of support during the writing of this fic. Emotional moments ahead for the next three chapters.

4

Dwindling Love

It's been three years since mother woke up from the coma. My feelings for Xion still stand and I haven't the guts to tell her how I feel. I'm now sixteen and far more handsome than papa was at this age. My eyes have narrowed a bit over the years, giving me a more mysterious look. I've kept my physique in top form, exercising daily. Saber has been a loyal companion to me and I doubt he'll ever leave my side. Heck, even in death Czar still walks beside me. Rin finally caught on to Makoto's feelings last year and they've been dating ever since. Most of my other cousins are with their respective teams now. As for Leon and Silver, they're still at the mansion. Papa says he doesn't ever want them to leave. In truth, neither do I. Leon is studying law at university now. He aims to become a defence attorney or social worker. Silver is still in school with dreams to become an animal therapist. I finish school in July, a year ahead of Xion and Chihiro. Then I'll be off to college where I'll study business ready for university. Plus art on the side. It's late spring and the weather is warming up. Mother and papa have been talking lately. About her considering having an artificial womb. They both want another child of their own but mother is refusing to have the operation. I guess I get my stubbornness from her. Early one Saturday morning I wake to my alarm screaming. Unlike most people who turn their alarms off normally I throw mine at the wall. And yet it still won't break. Just as I haul myself out of bed, mother walks in. I'm used to this by now. Before you say anything, I do not sleep naked. A pair of shorts will suffice as bed wear for me until winter. Mother is still beautiful even at thirty seven years of age. Without a word she hugs me and kisses my warm cheek. I return the gesture before moving into my en suite bathroom.

Ten minutes later I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel tightly around my waist. Surprisingly, mother is sitting on my bed, waiting for me to come back. "Mother is everything alright?" Meeting my mother's eyes I know she's upset but it's not in her nature to break so easily. She gestures for me to sit at her side and I do so nervously. After all, I'm only wearing a towel to cover my unmentionables. I don't like it when mother is like this. "Mother please say something. You're scaring me." "Gou I. Your father and I realised that we've never asked you if you want another sibling. I know sixteen years is a long gap but…" I stop mother from speaking and pull her into my arms. "It's okay, mother. All I want is for you to be happy. In truth, having another brother or sister would be great. I won't kick up a fuss if the tyke gets more attention than me. I've been spoiled for sixteen years now." "And you're not a bratty child either. Your father is considering having the restraining order against your grandparents removed. Surely sixteen years is enough to make them see they were wrong." "If you're both sure then it's okay by me. But if Grandpa goes to hurt you or papa I'll floor him. Nobody harms my family and gets away with it." Mother seems touched by my words. She should know by now I'm protective of my family. I allow her to cuddle me for a while, sharing the warmth I've retained from my shower. Mother catches my attention by stroking my pectorals with a great deal of affection. She's never done that before. "I really don't deserve to have a son like you, Gou. Nor any of the love your father has gifted to me." "That's wrong and you know it mother. I'm the one who doesn't deserve such loving parents. All I ever caused you was trouble." Just when I thought this moment was only for me and mother, papa comes striding into the room and joins the embrace.

After discussing the matter of my grandparents with papa, mother and I go downstairs. Once I'm dressed of course. Papa heads off to the station whilst I accompany mother to call her parents. I'm ready to bark if she needs me to. Saber is with us too. Mother's hand shakes as she dials the number. I rub her back gently, hoping to soothe the gathered nerves. About five rings later somebody answered the phone. They sounded old and tired. "Yes who is this?" "M-Mom? Is that you?" Hearing mother stammering makes me realise just how stressful this must be for her. The woman on the other end of the line seems to be in shock. "Julia? You've got some nerve after what your husband did to us." "That was your fault and you know it, mother. In fact, Kai has had a change of heart. He's having the restraining order removed as I speak." "That must mean you want something from us. Spit it out girl." I hold my tongue, not liking how my mother is being treated. Mother is close to tears now and the chains holding my anger back are starting to break. "For one thing, mother, we're eager to see if you've changed. Secondly, I do need your help. And last of all, we're taking the risk of allowing you and papa to meet your first born grandson. Kai told me sixteen years ago that you and papa realised your mistake too late." Silence. That's all we heard from the other end. Mother sure put Grandma in her place. Mother's mental state has declined so to save her any more discomfort I take the call into my own hands, realising too late that I'm not sure how to address my grandmother. "Julia are you still there?" "My mother is gathering her nerves. She's a complete mess right now." "Who is this?" "Can't you tell, Grandma? You didn't think that my mother would call you by herself did you?" "I…I see." There's a hint of regret in the old woman's voice so I doubt she'll bite my head off. "Tell me young man, what is your name?" "It's Gou." "Gou. That's an unusual name. Why does Julia need my help? Are you even privy to such knowledge?" "Well I'll start at the beginning so try to keep up. I don't like repeating myself."

Mother sits quietly as I tell my grandmother the real purpose of the call. It seems she was not aware that mother had been in a coma for thirteen years. I also explain that mother can no longer have children of her own. "I am very sorry to hear this. Thought it is true I no longer need my womb, there's a chance the operation could kill either or both of us." "I understand that, Grandma. Mother knows the risks too." "I…suppose I owe my only daughter this one last wish that I'm able to grant. What of your father? Is he okay with this?" "Yes. Father is aware of the risks we'd be taking if mother goes through with the operation. I'm more concerned about how Grandpa will take this." "So am I, Gou. I will go and speak to him. Please give me a moment." I listen quietly to what happens on Grandma's side. Mother does too. She's gripping my hand tight enough to prevent any blood from reaching it. "It's okay mother. I won't let them hurt you or papa." "Right now I'm more concerned about my mother. Father has been known to be violent." "He'll only prove he's a coward should the fool hit Grandma. And he'd get a decking from me too." There's yelling on the other side of the phone so I guess Grandpa really is taking this badly. "Why should we bend to her will?! That girl has only caused us trouble, Danyla!" "She's our daughter Bevin!" "I couldn't care less about her or that ingrate she calls a husband!" Mother is watching me very closely to see how I would react. Obviously I'm not taking this argument very well. "If you don't mind, grandfather, the call has not ended. I will not tolerate ANYBODY talking down about my parents. Do I make myself clear?" "So this is the bastard boy is it? Just listening to your voice makes me sick." "Just be lucky you're not worth my time going to Spain so I can put you in your place old man." "You're every bit the tyrant your father is. Just as I thought."

For the sake of any young readers, I'll not go into details about the rest of the call. To put it bluntly, Grandpa managed to make me snap, quite severely in fact. Luckily the target of my fist ended up being the table and not my mother who sought to calm me before somebody did get hurt. In the end, mother arranged for Grandma to come over alone. Grandpa doesn't deserve the chance papa was willing to give him. Aunt Salima shows up shortly after the call so I leave mother in her care so I can go and tell papa what happened. You might find this strange but I'm a fully qualified driver at the age of sixteen. Being rich does have advantages. Papa is greatly confused when he sees me walking into the police station. Of course, Uncle Zephyr is here so he sees me safely to papa's side. I explain to them what happened and suffice to say my father is very disappointed. Papa headed home to check on mother but I had other plans. I still need to calm down after that fight with mother's father. After a quiet ten minute drive I end up outside the park. Parents are out with their children so I try not to make too much noise getting out of my car. The reason is that I and my team are kinda like local heroes. Some fool tried to take control of Japan using young beybladers. Turns out the kids were abused too. In more ways than just physical abuse. They're all in good homes now thank the lord. To avoid being spotted easily I perch myself on a high tree branch, out of reach of the children. Mother says I get this habit from papa. He was always one with nature to a certain degree. And it's how he hid from his team. I'm left in peace for about half an hour until I hear familiar cackling and wolf whistling. Great, just what I need to make my day worse. Damien and his merry thugs have arrived. If you remember the boy from that party some years ago, things have not improved between us. He insists on winding me up and sooner or later I'm going to snap. I watch the group go by and wait until they're out of earshot before dashing for my car. I'm in no mood to deal with that toffee nosed brat.

Mother is glad to see me home safely, embracing me the second I walk through the door. Turns out that Uncle Max and Xion had arrived during my absence. Xion, how pretty she's become over three years. Her golden hair reaches her ample bottom with two thick, long strands often dangling over her well proportioned chest. Those eyes can still trap me even now I should be immune to their hold. No thanks to the bullies, Xion never shows much skin. Even at home where nobody will jaunt and jeer at her. But today is different. Xion is wearing a kind of low cut tank top and denim shorts. She might have Uncle Max's looks but her colour preferences come from Aunt Salima. Blues, reds and purples really go well with her tanned complexion. And here I am in scraggy jeans and a punk t-shirt. Converse too for a complete rebellious look. Feeling out of place, I change into something a tad more formal. Smart black jeans, dark blue muscle top and snazzy red sneakers. All without forgetting my scarf or face paint. I wouldn't be me without them. Xion looks at me, her cheeks tinted pink. Aunt Salima also turns to me wearing a pretty smile. "Hello Gou. Is everything alright? You look a bit pale." "Aunt Salima, with all due respect, I'm always pale. No amount of sun will see me permanently tanned. So what brings you here Xion? Surely you must be bored of seeing my face." "I could never grow tired of seeing my best cousin." Xion's cheeks turn a pale shade of red as she speaks. Her blush darkens when I hug her. She has no idea how happy I am to hear those words. I unconsciously show more affection towards her than usual during the embrace, holding Xion tighter to me. There's also some rubbing of cheeks. The adults all exchange cheeky glances at other but I don't care so long as I can always have a moment to cuddle the target of my infatuation. Xion eventually pulls back, her face bright red.

A couple of days have gone by since mother called Grandma. She'll be here soon without her husband. The other day I had a bombshell dropped on me. Xion will be going to a summer camp this year for the six week break. This wounded me to a degree but I refused to show my pain in public. I want Xion to enjoy herself. Even if that means I have to suffer the agony of not seeing her face for six whole weeks. Mother knows the announcement drove a knife into my heart, showering me with love whenever she got the chance. Friday comes to end for me when school finishes. Heading to my car I get ambushed by Xion. She looks worried. "What's up Xion? You look flustered." "Gou I. I was just wondering if you could give me a lift home. My parents called and said they couldn't make it." "Sure I can drive you home. Hop on in." I receive many envious stares as Xion slips into the passenger seat of my car whilst I hold the door open for her. With Xion buckled in I get into the car and turn the engine over. I'm always satisfied by that throaty growl the engine gives me whenever I press the accelerator pedal. I'm not bothered by any of the wolf whistling directed at us but Xion shrinks in her seat. The other students have been predicting that I'll sweep Xion off her feet soon. Consoling Xion, I set the car into first gear to get her home safely. The drive didn't take long, only about ten minutes. Pulling up outside Xion's home I get out of the car and open the door for her again. Xion thanks me with a cuddle and kisses my cheek. Despite my feelings of discomfort at the situation I return the affection. Once Xion is inside I get back into my vehicle to head home. I'm exhausted after a long day of studying. As usual, mother is waiting outside for me on the doorstep. I've told her numerous times that I'll be okay. "Sorry I'm a bit late, mother. Xion needed a ride home." "That's alright sweet. Come inside, you must be tired. I'll get you a drink." I don't bother shrugging off mother's offer, trudging tiredly to my room.

Whilst getting changed I noticed something when I looked in the mirror. A little red feather was on my chest. Perhaps I should be clearer about that. IT is in my skin like a tattoo. But I don't recall getting one. At that moment papa comes in and I freak. "I was wondering when it would show up." Wait a minute. Papa knew about this mark? His eyes shine with guilt and sorrow. "Papa, what's going on?" "Gou, that feather on your chest is no tattoo. When I was younger I suffered a life threatening injury. You remember the feather on the back of my shoulder don't you?" "Yeah. But what's that got to do with the mark on my chest?" Papa sighs and sits with me on the bed. I get the feeling I'm not going to like this. "Gou, that is no ordinary mark. Dranzer gave me one of her feathers over twenty years ago to save my life. In doing so, she also parted with some of her powers. These include being able to see spirits clearly and a slight life extension. I passed these onto you when you were created. But I hoped it would wait until you finished school to show up." "So it's kinda like a birth mark?" "In a way, yes. Don't be too long. We have a visitor." Hearing that makes my mouth go dry. All I can do to answer is nod vaguely; still processing the information I had been given. Papa leaves me in peace to clear my head. Worry settles in as I change into something smarter than my usual clothes. I don't want Grandma getting the wrong impression of me. Uncle Raul greets me at the top of the stairs. No doubt papa sent him to make sure I didn't wander off somewhere. Sadly, Milio still disrespects his father. He's no longer welcome here. Papa made that very clear the last time he upset my uncle. Stepping into the living room, I see my mother has sprouted a twin though she's much older. It doesn't take me long to realise this elderly lady is my only living grandmother. She looks at me and smiles weakly. Apparently being around papa makes her nervous. I sit down quietly and try to keep my eyes open.

Half a month has gone by since Grandma arrived. It's almost time for summer break. I've made arrangements to work at a farm in hopes it'll keep my mind from Xion. Papa hit the roof when I told him. But as usual mother calmed papa's fiery temper. I'll be taking Prince and Saber with me. Mother will be going in for the operation in two days. I share papa's worry that she might not make it. Grandma has spoiled me rotten since she got here. Well that was until I told her kindly to stop. I'm grateful that she's trying to make up for the sixteen years of my life that she missed but by now I really dislike being spoiled. Probably my way of growing out of it I suppose. Her gifts weren't too elaborate. Just some clothes, beyblade kits and a charm necklace that I wear everywhere to show how grateful I am. The day of the operation arrives and I'm struggling to sit still. It's a Saturday so no school. We had a family picture taken the other day so I would have a bit more to remember my Nan by. I'm at home with Uncle Raul whilst papa is at the hospital to give us any news as it comes. Hours tick by slowly, torturing me. I'm too nervous to do anything that would distract me. The phone rings in the late afternoon. Uncle Raul answers it and judging by his tears a few minutes later, somebody didn't make it. With the state my uncle is in, I won't allow him to drive so we go in my car. Papa greets us in the waiting room, his eyes red raw. Without a word he leads us down the halls into a private room. My pulse races as papa steps over to the sleeping figure in the hospital bed and rouses them gently. I'm relieved to know it's my mother so that means…Grandma wasn't strong enough to pull through. Papa explains that something went wrong during the transplant. A ruptured blood vessel or something and Grandma bled to death. I took it pretty hard. After all, I've only just met my grandmother half a month ago. But the necklace she gave me emits a faint warmth. This is no ordinary necklace, it seems.

Some odd days go by after the operation. Before I leave school for good after my exams I'll be attending the prom. Not that I really care. The love of my life won't be there. Mother was allowed home about five days after the op. She's currently on crutches, hobbling nimbly about the mansion. The evening of the prom came quickly. I spend the early evening getting ready in a dark blue suit that papa had specially made just for me with a red feather embroidered on the breast pocket. As usual when I go to fancy things, I have to look the part. I fuss with the cravat until papa slaps my hands. There's a pocket watch inside my waistcoat pocket mainly for show. I prefer to look at a wrist watch. Papa assures me the night will go well but I find that hard to believe. I'll be pestered by all the pretty girls to dance with them since I won't have a date on my arm. Papa sees me off at the door with a grin I know too well. He's up to something. I'm going to the prom by limo, as is the fashion. I don't see our limo driver much since we always take ourselves to places. The ride was silent. On the way we picked up Rin and Makoto. Makoto wore a simple tuxedo whilst Rin dressed in an elaborate gold dress that had no straps. Her hair is tied into a beautiful bun. She even offered to dance with me but I gently turned her down. We arrive sooner than I hoped and the school hall was teeming with graduates. I locate a chair and sit down, intent on not getting up until the prom is over. An hour later a mass of muttering fills the hall. I open my bored eyes to find what all the fuss was about. I couldn't believe what I saw. Xion was here, and in a dress too. I'll bet my old man is behind this. It's a purple dress Xion is wearing, flowing gracefully to her ankles. The straps are thin but visible. On her arms are matching gloves, stopping just before the shoulder. Xion's hair is curled and tied up high so the curls can bounce around her angelic face. Before anybody can reach Xion I take her to my side and she smiles.

Xion remains beside me throughout the prom and we dance a little. I've never been fond of dancing to be honest. But tonight I did not make a complete fool of myself. Normally I can't even take two steps without tripping. It must've been because my eyes were locked with Xion's the entire time. At the end of the final dace all the couples look at each other. Xion's blue eyes are shining like sapphires. This is usually the part where the dancers kiss but typically I don't have the guts to move in, settling for a cuddle. Xion doesn't mind that I threw away one of my only chances to kiss her. She seems to understand my hesitance. Throughout the night there has been one boy constantly looking at MY girl. If he dares to touch her I swear to god he'll be in the ICU for weeks. With the prom over it's time to go home. Xion and Rin get into the limo first followed by me and Makoto. The air feels awkward between the four of us. Sure I wanna plant one on Xion, don't get me wrong but. I guess I'm just waiting for her to make the first move for me. There's a tiny chance she might not feel that way about me anymore because of how long I'm taking to make my move. On the seats across from us, Rin and Makoto are busy snogging. I roll my eyes at them and hold Xion close to let her know she's safe. No doubt she's aware of the lovers who don't care that they're making us feel grossed out. Xion catches my attention by nuzzling her face into my ribs, shivering slightly. I take off my coat and settle it on Xion's shoulders. She gasps with wide eyes but quickly falls asleep. Rin and Makoto stop smooching in time to watch me stroke Xion's cheek. "Dude, why aren't you moving on her? Sooner or later Xion is gonna get tired of waiting and find someone else to love." "Watch your words, Granger. I won't hesitate to deck you right here and now." "Seriously Gou. If you keep hesitating, Xion will eventually think you don't have special feelings for her." Now Rin is attacking me. Great. Thanks for the 'support', guys. Really I'm not grateful.

With all that over in no time I'm heading off to the farm. I hate to admit it but Rin and Makoto were right. Xion has been showing signs of their prediction. She doesn't chat to me online so much anymore, never returns my calls. Maybe I have taken too long. Anyway, papa's taking me to the place outside of town where I'll be staying for six weeks. Prince has had a trim so his mane and tail aren't so long. Papa and I are greeted by the couple who own the farm. I'm briefed on my duties and sent to settle down in the spare room. Looking out the window I see papa settling Prince into the stable. Poor thing is frightened of his new surroundings. I'm confronted by the farmer once father is gone. "Jus' so ye know lad, you'll get no special treatment here." "That's okay. After all, I'm here to work and learn what it's like to be in a close-knit family. I know that's hard to believe but it's the truth. I'll not shirk my duties, of that you can be sure sir." "Well least yer not like the punks who usually come te work 'ere. I got a daughter, see. She knows nothing of city life. Not even how the schools work there." "I take it she goes to a school somewhere out here? Not that I mind. I don't judge people by how they're raised or schooled. I'm not your typical rich kid. I've been taught alongside common folk. Father said it would be better for me." "Then we'll get along jus' fine. Gou is it?" "Yes sir." "Supper will be ready soon so be sure to wash up." I nod quietly and the man leaves me in peace. Saber sits at my feet and whines. He's already homesick. I pet him lovingly and he cheers right up. I'm told the family has a dog to help herd the sheep and such. The evening goes by quickly and after supper I find myself having nightmares. Mainly of Xion finding somebody else. Others see me weeping over her dead body. Eventually I give up on trying to sleep and look out the window. The stars are dull tonight. Matching how hollow I feel inside. After hours of stargazing I go back to bed.

At dawn I'm woken by not only a rooster crowing but somebody shaking my shoulder. The hand is soft against my skin, leading me to believe it's a girl. The person who had been shaking me steps back as I stretch in the bed and yawn, flashing my pearly whites. Just one clue to say I'm not a snob. "Um…g'mornin' sir." I mumble some unintelligible English and sit up, the covers falling from my shoulders. I've never been much of a morning person in truth. "Wha time's it?" "It's…six am." That soft country accent sends a chill down my spine. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I get a proper look at the girl and by god I almost find my eyes vacating their sockets. She's tall, beautiful and insanely attractive. Her hair is long and chestnut brown in colour, eyes purple. I try not to ogle too long at the large breasts directly in my face, noticing the girl is stocky but less than Xion. She notices I'm half naked and steps back fearfully. I let out another yawn and stretch so much my back gives an audible crack. This makes the lady flinch and me grunt in pain. It'll take me a while to get used to this stiff old mattress. "Kay I'm up." I dopily get out of bed and enter autopilot. This sees me walking into a wall face first. I hear a chuckle behind me as I hopelessly try to find the door. "Where'd that door go?" "At your posh house mister. The bathroom is this way." The next thing I know is I'm pushed out of the bedroom and across the hall. Perhaps a shower will help wake me up. I only take about ten minutes as usual, stepping out of the shower to find my clothes had been brought in. The thought of being seen naked by a girl makes my cheeks turn red. Instead of my usual garb, I have functional farm clothes. i.e. dungarees and boots. Given the heat I doubt my grey tank top will be staying on long. I find my temporary family at the table, still feeling a bit sleepy. "G'mornin' Gou. Did you sleep well?" It's the woman who greets me first so I lie about how well I slept. Breakfast consists of fried eggs, bacon, sausages, tomatoes and fried bread. To be polite, I force myself to eat the large portion I'm given.

After the morning meal I get straight to work. My first task is learning how to herd the sheep and cattle. To be safe, I muzzle Saber for fear his predatory instincts might kick in. Prince is excited to see me as I fasten his saddle into place. "Wow he's beautiful." Now normally I'm not so easily caught off guard but today I've just lost complete control of my senses. The girl finds delight in seeing me almost hitting the barn roof. "Now ain't you a jumpy one?" "I'm just having a bad day is all. Gimme a week and I'll be harder to sneak up on. Sorry I didn't catch your name." "Coz I didn't give it to ya. The name's Mithra. An' if I recall right you're Gou Hiwatari." "I am. I'm surprised you've heard about me all the way out here. You're pretty isolated." "Well some o' the gals at school have been to the city and came back gossiping 'bout a real handsome feller they'd seen. If I'd of know they weren't jus' braggin' I woulda gone to the city sooner." "Hm. I do remember some country girls coming to town with their parents. They had a stall at the farmers' market. I used to go there all the time with my Uncle Ray but things happened. Anyhow, I'd better get to work before your dad starts cracking the whip." "So my ma warned ya huh? Fair play. I gotta git to work too. I'll see ya'll at dinner handsome." I wait until Mithra is out of sight and earshot before sighing in relief. This girl has me strung already and we just met. Prince nuzzles me and I snap back into reality. Once my horse is ready I climb into the saddle and guide him to the fields where Mithra's dad is waiting to teach me how to wrangle cattle. He's astride a gorgeous female palomino. Her coat is almost silver in colour. "Here y'are. Ready to learn how we do things out here sonny boy?" "Trust me, I've never been more excited. Easy Prince ol' boy. I know you can see a pretty lady but behave. We've got work to do bud."

Within half an hour I'd learned the tricks of wrangling. Saber enjoyed himself too. By lunch time the herds had been corralled into theirs pens. Before sitting at the table I wash my hands. I'm already used to doing this at home. Just thinking of my parents makes me a bit homesick. Whilst eating I try to keep my eyes off of Mithra. No doubt her dad would bite my head off in the blink of an eye. He sees my nervousness but says nothing. So far my first day as a farmhand is going well. After dinner I move on to harvesting the crops that were ripe for picking. It'll take a whole week to harvest everything unless more help comes. Mr. Petran approaches me as I pluck the carrots from their muddy houses. "You okay boy? You've been rather quiet." "Yeah I'm fine. So are you an' Mithra the only ones working this farm?" "In colder months yes. During summer we normally bring in some help. S'up, can't handle the workload?" "I never said that. I happen to know somebody who would benefit from work like this. I'm not insisting that they stay. He's got quite an appetite." "I'll think about it. Well I'll leave y'all to it kid. Yer doin' a mighty fine job. You've been raised well. For a rich boy." I feel mild hostility coming from Mr. Petran but for now I shrug my worry to one side and carry on with my work. The rest of the day I'm picking vegetables until the sun sets. I return to the house more than a little achy. Mrs. Petran smiles a warm smile, waiting with an ointment of some kind. Looks like she expected me to be tired and limp looking. "Sit yerself down Gou. Tamlen said ya was limpin' a bit. Give it a week or two an' you'll stop feeling the pain. Might I ask your thoughts on my daughter? You can be honest with me I won't bite." "Well I guess she's not what I thought she'd be. To be fair, I had no idea what kind of attitude to expect. But Mithra's very nice. Though I was surprised to find her hovering over me this morning." "An' do you find her attractive?" I hold my tongue, giving Mithra's mother her answer.

In no time two weeks have gone by. I'm used to the physical strain of farm life now. I don't see Mithra much so I guess she's being kept away from me by her father. I've worked so hard, Mr. Petran has given me a day off. I tried to argue against him but that whip of his changed my mind. To pass some time I take Prince for a run in the nearby fields. Saber is by my side as usual. The lush green grass is soundlessly crunched under Prince's hooves as he speeds up from a trot to a slow canter. I urge Prince to go faster until he's galloping full speed with Saber struggling to keep up. Prince is happy to be running free with me on his back. I'm slightly lifted from the saddle so not to hurt my manly bits. A skewbald suddenly comes up alongside Prince, matching his pace perfectly. To my surprise it's Mithra in the saddle. She has her hair tied back into a braid that makes her look all fancy. I slow Prince down and Mithra does the same with her mount. Once our horses are standing still Mithra speaks up. "He sure is a fast feller. What breed is he?" "Prince is an Arabian stallion. He's been with me since I was about ten. That's a fine skewbald you have there." "Thanks. She's ma best friend. Aren't ya Plio?" In response, Mithra's horse throws her head high to say yes. "Mam says dinner is ready. I'll race ya back to the stables." It's no surprise that Mithra gets a head start on me but Prince catches up quickly. Our race ends in a tie and we quickly discover that Mr. Petran had been watching us. Mithra hurries inside at his harsh glare. It's very clear now he doesn't want me spending time with her. I say nothing, relieving Prince of his saddle and bridle. I'll no doubt get an earful later about not stealing the only child he has. I have no plans to do that of course. City life would be too much for Mithra to handle. That night I slept peacefully and my dreams remained pleasant. As I sleep, my thoughts drift to mother and papa, wondering if they were missing me at all. Only four more weeks and I'll be going home. And leaving Mithra behind.

Three more weeks pass and it's my last seven days at the farm I've grown to love. Prince and Saber are perfectly at home here too. The last few nights I've heard Mithra fighting with her father so I guess she's tired of being treated like a rare animal and being caged. I get up when the rooster crows and make for the bathroom with my clothes. When I get back to my room fully dressed I find Mithra on the bed. She looks upset at best. "Mithra? You okay?" Despite how little time I've spent with this lass I want her to tell me what's wrong. To help her. Being attracted to Mithra doesn't really help. She looks up at me, black bags under her gorgeous eyes. "Gou, it's time I told ye why my pappy don't want ye near me. Y'see a couple o' years back some folks came to work here in the summer. City fellers they were. Big men too. They looked honest enough so my pappy allowed the guys to work here over summer. Turns out it was the biggest mistake he'd ever made." Mithra swallows hard and takes a moment to catch her breath. She's leaning towards me a little but not much. I feel that pulling her close right now would only cause harm to our already shaky friendship. "Three weeks into their work, the men corralled me into the barn whilst I were doin' ma chore of gathering the eggs. They were all friendly like until the biggest man came in. Their faces turned hard and eyes filled with a look that you'd see in the devil's eyes." Mithra is shaking now, holding herself in an act of self comfort. I know where she's taking things but I don't interrupt. It might be better for Mithra to finally get this pain off her chest. Nonetheless I try to soothe her. "It's okay Mithra. You don't have to continue. I can tell by this turn you've taken that those men did something bad to you. But I'm not like that. I'm barely out of my teens and heck I haven't even thought about losing my virginity yet. So this is why your dad is so sensitive about me being in the same vicinity as you."

Mithra nods to confirm my suspicion. Tears are falling freely from her eyes now and my nerve that says comfort her has finally snapped. I pull Mithra into my arms slowly with minimal force and she weeps into my pectorals, not bothering to hold back her sobs. Saber watches curiously as I rock gently to and fro with Mithra, stroking her silky chestnut hair with tender hands. I don't comfort people often so this is a rare sight for him to behold. Mithra calms down when we both hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Mr. Petran storms into the room, whip in hand. He sees the stains on Mithra's cheeks and immediately leaps to the conclusion that I'm the one who made her cry. "You no good city slicker! Git the hell away from my daughter!" "Pappy that's enough!" Now this is a surprise. Mithra has risen to my defence, shielding me with her arms spread wide. Obviously Mr. Petran had not expected this. He steps back, reeling in shock but his eyes turn hard soon enough. "Mithra I demand that you step away from him! You know fair well that city people can't be trusted!" "You're wrong! Gou isn't like those beasts that defiled me! He's kind and considerate. He treats his animals as if they were people, giving them affection where it's due. Those last brutes hurt our horses and livestock. Gou may be a city boy but he's not tainted by the ways of the machine world. And whether you like it or not I have feelings fer him!" Maybe that last part wasn't supposed to come out given how Mithra's eyes widen right after it left her plump lips. I had never thought she might be attracted to me too. Mr. Petran raises his whip but out of nowhere my dad appears and grabs his wrist. "You'll not harm my boy. Put that damned thing down before I turn it on you." Mithra shrinks back to the safety of my arms. To show Mr. Petran just how wrong he is about me I hold Mithra close to soothe her fear. With Mithra's father put in his place papa fixes me with a stern look. "I haven't done anything wrong, dad. I swear."

Turns out that mother is here too. Seems they couldn't wait another week to see me. She and Mrs. Petran sit in the kitchen talking whilst I get to work. My family may be here but my days of service at this farm have not yet come to an end. Papa watches closely beside Mithra's father as she works beside me to pluck the ripened tomatoes. No doubt he's putting the man straight. At lunch time mother comes out. She and papa have to go home. But before then Mr. Petran is forced to apologise for his behaviour towards me. True his actions were rash but I understand how he feels. Mithra was hurt once and he hadn't been able to protect her. Now he wants to make sure it doesn't happen again. With everything settled I get back to work beside Mithra. I want to spend as much time with her as I can before my time is up. Maybe I'll come back to see her whenever I get chance. Mithra looks like she could really use the company. Saber and Prince seem fond of the other animals on the farm too. I'd say we have ourselves a second home here at the Petran farm. In no time at all I'm packing my bags to go home. Saber sits by the bed patiently, his ears peeling up upon hearing footsteps. I turn around to see Mithra at the door. We've not long had breakfast to be fair. "Hey Mithra." "Hey. I jus…wanted te spend a moment alone with you. Before ya go home. It's gonna be lonely around here with ya'll gone. I'll miss ya." Mithra's trying her hardest not to cry. Saying goodbye is always hard for some people. Especially those in love. I move to hold Mithra close and she accepts my advance, tilting her head back. Paying my feelings for Xion no mind, I lean down to kiss Mithra softly on the lips. Still she does not fight, instead returning the affection I give. The kiss heats up slightly but my hands go no further than Mithra's lower back and hers do the same. We part after a couple of minutes, in need of air. Mithra mumbles those three words that set my heart aflutter. I return them and hold her tighter.

Papa arrives at 10am to take me home. I'd given Mithra my number away from her father, worried he might confiscate it otherwise. I'm told Xion is home from camp and I can't wait to see her. I've promised Mithra that I'll come back the first chance I get and she's happy to hear she'll have company on occasion. As papa drove down the dirt road, Mithra came up beside us astride Plio. The plucky skewbald matches the car in speed without struggle but she stopped at the gate leading out of the farm. Mithra sat waving in the saddle, tears falling from her eyes. I try to fight mine while leaning out the window to wave back and papa knows I've forged some bonds at Petran farm. "Let it out boy." He soothes. "Unless you'd rather cry in front of your mother." "Sorry papa. I just…don't want you to think I'm weak." "Gou, you're my son. You can never be weak. Emotions aren't always a sign of weakness. I learned that lesson hard a long time ago. You have strong feelings for the girl don't you?" I remain silent but papa knows he's right. All I want to do now is go home and get some sleep. Upon returning to the mansion I go to my room, ignoring mother's call. No doubt papa will explain to her about Mithra. Before going for a nap, I send Xion an email, asking her to meet me when she has time. She replies faster than I anticipated, saying she had something to tell me. I silently pray that she's going to finally confess her feelings for me. If she does then maybe I'll have the courage to do the same in return. As I sleep, my loins ache for her. I'm not sleeping too deeply so I could hear somebody entering my room. The soft steps tell me it's my mother. I don't wake when I'm kissed on the forehead, only grumble about being left to sleep. The rest of the day went by and slowly I'm recovering from leaving Mithra behind. In the dark of night, I worry that Xion might have replaced me with somebody who only claims to love her. As I sleep, I feel a soothing warmth coming from the feather mark in my skin.

It's been two days since I came home from Petran farm. I'm meeting Xion today at the park. There's a slight spring in my step as I move around my room to get ready after having a shower. It's about 1pm and I've not long had dinner. I dress smartly to see Xion in tight black jeans, a white tank top that clings to my muscles and a black denim short jacket that reaches the bottom of my ribs. It had a white fur collar that tickled the back of my neck. I also wear a red feather pendant that Xion had given to me for my birthday last year. It was inlaid with fine gold and I'll never know how she managed to afford such a trinket. On my way to the door, I kiss mother on the cheek as I pass her by. My shoes are by the door waiting for me. Black calf high boots with a chunky base and no detail were a snug fit. Upon my return, papa had bought me a new car which was a real surprise. My birthday isn't for a few months yet. Outside was a deep blue Subaru Impreza WRX STi with full modifications. When turned over the engine growled loudly giving me a feeling of satisfaction as I drive away from the mansion. Some minutes later I reach the park, spotting Xion by a bench. I've never seen her look so nervous before. Parking my car, I get out and lock the doors. Once I'm standing in front of Xion I reach out to hold her but she moves away. "Xion what's going on? You never deny me a cuddle." Xion turns her face away as she speaks. "I'm sorry Gou, but you can't hold me anymore." The knife of betrayal cuts through my heart as some other guy comes up behind Xion and embraces her. To my displeasure, it's the guy from the prom who couldn't keep his eyes off of her. "Xion…why?" Those were the only words I could manage to speak as I fought to restrain tears. It was Xion's lover to speak in her place. "Take the hint buddy. Xion doesn't love you anymore. You had your chance to claim her and you let it go. She's my girl now so you'd better back off." Further still, Xion would not meet my eyes.

My fears had finally come true. Xion lost interest in me after waiting for so long. One lone tear slithers down my cheek as I finally snap. "Xion why would you do this to me?! Did you think I stopped loving you?! Is that it?! Well you're wrong! All my life you've been there for me when I needed somebody to hold…a friend through the tough times! No words can describe the pain I'm feeling right now. I know now it's too late to tell you how I feel but sod it I'll say it anyway. I love you Xion. I always will despite this." Through my misty eyes I see tears rolling down Xion's cheeks but she tries to hide them in her lover's coat. In anger, I rip the necklace off and throw it at her feet. "I see no reason to keep this anymore. I took it as a sign of your love for me but now that feeling is apparently gone. If it's of any comfort to you both, I'll stay out of your way." My throat hurts like never before as I storm towards my car. I see Xion cringe as I slam the door. She doesn't move to pick up the necklace, just stands there silently. I'd hoped that throwing away a gift would wake her up but sadly she was lost to me for good. I can't stand to linger in the park much longer, reversing from the parking space with speed, pulling a 180 turn and speeding off down the road. I briefly notice Rin heading into the park as I leave and no doubt she knows something is wrong. Once home I give nobody a chance to ask what's wrong, thundering to my room and locking all doors. Now that I'm in the solace of my domain I cry. I hear papa banging at the door demanding to know what's wrong but I blatantly ignore him. Next Leon tries and eventually mother. I respond to nobody, wallowing in my grief alone. I care not for comfort. Nobody can take away my pain. At least not permanently. For the rest of the day I remain locked up in my room letting nobody in. I'd turned on my computer at one point and found a message from Xion, apologising for what happened. In rage I deleted the message and removed her from my contacts list. Today's events cut me so deep I'm scarred for life.

I can't linger because I have Kai behind me poised with a shotgun aimed at the back of my head. Not much to say other than please R&R and I hope you liked the chapter! If there's no note at the start of the next chapter it's because I'm either lying in a ditch with my head blown off or I'm hiding. See ya!