I do not own anything. I'm really sorry for neglecting you guys. My head's just been muddled with too much things. I would like to say I'll be making more frequent updates. However, midterms are coming up. The teachers are throwing projects at us, assuming that we would spend our thanksgiving break on it. I would have updated yesterday, but for some odd reason, I couldn't get onto the site. Forget my ranting, and let's get on with the story.

The Car Ride Talk

A black car, holding two passengers, made its way down the road to Seiyo High School. One passenger with honey golden orbs held the steering wheel with a tense nervous grip. The other with resembling eyes sat in the passenger seat, looking at the road in front of him. Springing from the teen's jet black hair were midnight blue stray hairs. The mother noticed it this morning and thought it suited him.

"You don't have to keep dying your hair for me." Her blunt remark cut through the awkward silence; it stunned the boy for a moment. "I know you've been trying to preserve my happiness. Even if your natural hair reminds me of your father, it won't upset me. Your father was a great man. Besides, your hair looks nice." The boy just sat there, contemplating over this new found fact. Sixteen years he had been assuming his father was a cowardly guy who was incapable of bearing any goodness, but now the "victim" says he was a great guy. Things weren't adding up in his head.

"I'm sorry for not telling you about your father for a long time. I just couldn't prepare myself to. You were ready to hear about it a long time ago; but I wasn't… I'm sorry. I-If you ever want me to tell you about your father—" Amu began in a trembling voice.

"Don't worry, Oka-san. I'll be fine without a father. You're a handful as it is. I don't think I can handle a father as well." He added the last comment to reassure her. She flashed a smile and laughed. "So are you interested in Tsukiyomi? It's fine if you tell your son, right?"

"I'm not so sure about that, but it might be." She responded with an uncertain tone.

"I see." Yoru said, knowing what she meant. His mother was hoping that everything would be all right, but at the same time, she knew that something was holding her back. Yoru had a clue of what it was; but no matter how much he wanted to help her, he also wanted her to show him again that she was the strongest woman.

Yoru's Cousin

The love struck teen had only intended to throw a quick glance to Miki, but the sight of the girl he loved prolonged that glance into an intense gaze of adoration. Yoru couldn't tear his gaze from the woman who held his very soul in her hands. The only one thing wrong with the sight was the lavender haired boy tainting the perfect picture. All those boys who would talk with her, all those looks they would give, and all those murmurs about her set a raging fire throughout his entire being. How he wanted to just take her! How he wanted to imprison her in a room, only for him and him alone! But how he knew how wrong it was! He knew how wretched his soul was… That was another reason he kept himself from her.

"ru… Hey, Yoru, are you paying attention?!" The young athlete, Ran, forcibly pulled his gaze to look at her. Yoru and Ran looked into each other's eyes. Blood rushing to her face, and thoughts rushing to his head. Why couldn't the woman he loved be the one beside her?

"Hey, cousin, I see you caught yourself a great catch." A mint haired guy with brown eyes appeared from behind them. The only one to shriek was Ran. Yoru had already heard him when Ran interrupted his stalker stare.

"W-What?! A-Are you kidding me? Me and Yoru? Pft, like that would ever happen, right, Yoru." Ran tried to make it seem like she knew nothing was ever going to happen; but Yoru's cousin could hear a bit of hope in that desperate cover up.

"It's okay. I don't mind. My name is Daichi, Souma Daichi. You must be Hotori Ran. I've heard about you from Yoru. Anyway, Yoru, the teacher told me to ask you for a tour. If the lovely lady would like to join us, that would be cool." He offered, but she excused herself with "club practice". "So, Yoru, since it's just me and you, let's be honest. Does the hot girl have a man? And do you have any feelings beyond friends towards her?"

"There is no man in her love life. I have Miki. So by all means, go for it." Not meaning any offense to any person, Yoru just blatantly threw it out.

"Awesome, because even if you want her now, she's mine. Now, there's no need for that tour." Daichi walked off, heading for who knows where.

Miki's Type of Love

"Hey, Miki, if you put the first syllables of our names, it would be Miki still." Kiseki pointlessly told her. She didn't pay it much heed, and just went on with her drawing. "You know, if you were to ship yours and Yoru's name together, it would be Yoki." That line completely caught her attention so much that she set aside her art utensils.

"Yoki?" Miki tried to hear how it sounded like with a loving smile.

"Yoki means greed." Kiseki stated, trying to shoot down her hopes; but she just laughed.

"Greed, the intense passionate desire to keep the object or person all to myself… it fits my love. I did almost take my best friend's man out of cold blood."

"Miki, that doesn't mean-"

"Could you come with me to the store? I need to buy more paint." Miki offered, putting an end to the conversation.

The Wake Up Call

The pink haired nurse, completely worn-out, had been maneuvering through the hospital throughout the entire day. Running from one patient, helping out a doctor, and sorting through files – it was all too stressful to her. She headed to the main desk to ask about a file. Amu hadn't planned on anything happening.

"Hey, Amu," The receptionist called "Tsukiyomi Ikuto left you a ticket to his concert, and also, could you give him his phone? He dropped it, when he was rushing out because he thought he saw you." Amu said a word of gratitude and hesitantly took the ticket and the phone from his hand.

She now sat in her office with the phone sitting right in front of her. She had been contemplating over what to do, and she never found what was the right thing to do.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Out of habit and panic, Amu opened the phone and answered the phone. She didn't need to say anything before the caller began talking.

"Iku-koi, you haven't picked up any of my calls in months; but I'll forgive you. I've been so lonely every night. Don't you remember that time deep in the night, when we were so wasted, you and I—" It didn't take long for Amu to realize what type of relationship this woman had with Ikuto. She knew it all, but she just didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to face it, and she wouldn't have to. So long as Ikuto and her don't see each other, she wouldn't have to think about it.

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