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"Can you take care of this, Eiri?" That's what she had asked him when they had brought home a drunk Ryuichi. He had nodded, and she had shut the door to the bedroom, feeling her eyes water. After hearing the bathroom door close, she laid dry clothes on the couch. She couldn't deal with Ryu then. Milan heard voices through the wall, probably berating Ryuichi. She had sighed, and cried herself to sleep. Now, she sat in Tohma's office, on his lap, crying again. "Shh... It's ok, Milan-san. Shhh..." he whispered, tightening his grip on her back.
A few minutes later, the door opened. "Tohma?!" His blue-green eyes lifted, and he saw his wife staring at him. "Mika." he replied calmly, knowing she was wondering. Milan turned to her, tears blurring her vision. "Milan?" She had met the lovely blonde a few days earlier. Mika understood now, but she still didn't like the other woman sitting on her husband's lap. Tohma had told her about Ryuichi being drunk, and she sympathized with her, but still...
That night, she went to her brother's house. She just felt like talking to him, though she had no idea why. "I found her with Tohma. They weren't doing anything, but I don't enjoy the fact that she was on his lap." Her gaze snapped to Shuichi, who snorted. "She's got a fetish for men, doesn't she, Yuki?" he giggled. "She always has been comfortable with them, married or not." "Thanks, that makes me feel much better." Mika muttered sarcastically.
"Relax. She never cheated on me when we were married, and she never stole anyone from their lovers. She looks only for friendship and comfort in them." Mika stared in shock at him. "Married? You were married to her?" Eiri's gold eyes regarded her in amusement. "They didn't tell you? I was under the impression Tohma told you everything. And vice-versa." A few minutes later, Mika left and drove to her parent's house in Kyoto...
Ryuichi stared desperately at Milan as she walked past him without a word. She went into their room, and locked the door behind her. She pulled on her pajamas, and finally noticed the bed. Kumagoro sat against her pillow, holding a bunch of roses. She felt a small, sad smile appear on her face, and she placed the roses in a vase of water. She glanced at the door.
Ryu listened intently for any sound. A small click fell on his ears, and he sighed in relief. She had unlocked the bedroom door. He waited until the lights vanished, then he pulled his shirt off and quietly opened the door. She didn't move, but he glimpsed Kumagoro being held tightly to her chest. Silently, softly, he crawled in beside her. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, then laid down, not touching her. Ryuichi knew he couldn't sleep. If he did, he would have a nightmare about her eyes. The way they had glared at him, a deep, stormy green. And how she had pulled her hand away, so maliciously. Then, how she had cried on Tohma's shoulder, all because of him.
After a few minutes, Milan turned and stared at the ceiling. "Why?" That was all she said. "Because we had sex, and I didn't tell you... I wanted to so badly, but I didn't say it... For the first time, I actually gave a damn about the person next to me, but I didn't say it..." he replied. "Say what?" she asked, still not meeting his gaze. "That I love you." Her eyes widened and a gasp escaped her mouth.
"That's what you were upset about?" she whispered, turning a tiny bit more towards him. "You think I don't know that you love me? Ryuichi.. I've always known... I wouldn't have let you to take off my clothes, if I hadn't..." He slowly leaned over her. "I love you..." he whispered, staring into her eyes. "I love you, too.." she replied. Gently, he lowered his weight against her chest, and kissed her...
Shuichi peered through the small crack in the door. Ryuichi and Milan were still sleeping. He smiled, noticing that Ryu was holding her close. They had made up, and things were right again. The couple stirred, and Shuichi fled from the doorway. As he entered the kitchen, four pairs of eyes looked at him expectantly. "Well?" K asked. "Did they make up?" Suguru added. He nodded, "Yeah.. They did.." He heard footsteps, and quickly sat down. Ryuichi and Milan entered, and leaned against the wall. His arms were wrapped around her waist, and both were smiling.
"Yo, Shuichi.. You need to work on your stealth tactics..." Ryuichi said, laying his chin on Milan's shoulder. "Wha?! I-I don't know what you're talking about!" he stuttered. "Your loud breathing woke us up. And we heard you run off when it did." the blonde replied, pulling Ryu behind her as she strode to the table. "I told you we should've sent Eiri..." Tohma whispered to K. "I don't spy, no matter how good I am at it." Eiri muttered. "I'll go next time." Suguru replied. "Me, too!" Hiro smiled. "Nya! No spying on us!" Ryuichi shouted, shooting them an indignant look.
"We do it because we care, Ryuichi." Tohma smiled calmly. "We're adults, Tohma.." the singer replied, sending his friend a serious look. The other man stared at him for a second, then nodded in agreement. "I see your point. I was only teasing." Milan yawned, "I need a shower.." Ryu nodded, and followed, his fingers laced with hers. "Awww, we never get to have any fun.." Shuichi whined. "Did you not get the meaning behind that, Shindou-san?" Tohma asked, his hands clasped on the table. Violet eyes regarded him cluelessly. "Huh?" The others sighed, wondering how silly he could be. "They're adults, so therefore, they are going to do 'adult' things..." the president attempted. The boy's expression didn't change, and Tohma stared helplessly at Yuki.
Everyone but Yuki and Shuichi stood and left the kitchen. "What did Seguchi-san mean, Yuki? I'm confused." "Sometimes, I really wonder about you, brat. How could you not understand that?" the novelist muttered. "Eh, Yuuuuki! Don't be a meanie!!" he cried. Eiri sighed, "Adult things... adult things... think carefully about that." Shuichi blinked at him. "Oy, you really are stupid sometimes..." he muttered, "Didn't you hear her tone when she said she needed a shower...? Didn't you hear what it suggested?" Shuichi bit his finger, and shook his head. "I don't remember..." Eiri smacked his hand over his eyes, and taking a deep breath, murmered, "I'm just gonna be straight with this, ok? Right now, Milan is in the shower, right?" Shindou nodded. "Ryuichi is with her." His mouth parted slightly, and the cloud disappeared from his face. "Oh. So... No spying, because we might see them in bed?" "Finally!" Eiri muttered, dropping his head to the table.
Milan glanced around the room. Boring... Very boring indeed. "Kyaaaa! Ryuichi!" she laughed when he grabbed her sides, and started tickling her. When she managed to free herself, Ryu began chasing her around the table. Shuichi, Hiro, and Suguru watched as they ran round and round... and round again. "Ai... I'm getting dizzy.." Shindou muttered. Milan jumped on Ryu's back, and promptly fell off as a female voice shouted into the room. "Don't touch Ryu like you know him!" the purple-headed woman rebuked.
"Noriko?" Ryu said, staring confusedly at her. Milan jumped up, "I do know him!" she shot back. Noriko's fist came down on her head. "Yeah, right." "NYA!! Ry-chaaaan!! Purple Girl is being a meanie!" she cried. "Ry-chan?" Noriko muttered. Milan streaked to his side and nuzzled under his chin. Noriko jerked her away. "How dare you touch Ryuichi like that!" The blonde's expression changed. Her eyes narrowed and she turned to Noriko. "Excuse me?" she hissed. "Uh-oh, Kuma-chan.. Mi-chan is angry now.." Ryuichi whispered to the bunny. "What should we do?" He placed the plushie against his ear, "..." "Good idea, Kuma-chan."
He put his arms around Milan's neck, and rubbed his cheek against hers. "Calm down, Mi-chan. Nori is overly protective sometimes." he said. Noriko gasped at the serious look in his eyes. "Ryu, who is this?" she asked, still glaring at Milan. "My girlfriend." She gasped again, and Milan smirked. "See? I know Ry-chan na no da!" "Tohma, you said you'd send me a memo or something!" Noriko said to the president, pointing at the couple. "Hai, Nori. I forgot." he replied as he entered the room. "Nori, you didn't...?" "Yeah, I did. Because you didn't send me a freakin memo!" "Aww, Sakuma-chan!! Why'd you have to stop them!? I've always wanted to watch a girl fight!" Shuichi whined. Ryu blinked at him. Milan smiled, and pulled the teen up. "Well, come on then, Shuichi! I'm waiting, na no da!" "Hey!" he replied, "Don't do that to me! Meanie..." Milan screamed. Ryuichi was holding her upside-down. Her shirt fell down some, and everyone could see her pierced navel. "Ry-chaaaan!!" Laughing, he set her down. She pouted at him.
Before she straighted her top, they all glimpsed the tattoo on her lower back. As she pulled the tank top down, another revealed itself on her shoulder blade. "How many tattoos do you have, Milan-chan?" Shuichi asked. "Five." she replied. She licked her finger, and ran it over her arm. The creamy makeup smeared off, and the black letters appeared. Then, she pulled her hair to the side, and pointed at the hearts behind her ear. "You have one more, Mi-chan." Ryu said. "Yeah, but I can't show them that one..." she muttered back. "You showed me, na no da!" he teased. "That was different, Ry-chan..." The others listened to the exchange, noting that even when he had said 'na no da', Ryuichi had looked completely serious. "Why can't you show us the other one?" Shindou asked. "It's on her hip." Everyone's gaze shot up. Yuki was leaning against the wall. "Yuki!" Shuichi yelled, running to his lover's side. "How do you know?" Noriko asked him. The writer took his cigarette from his mouth, and replied, "I was married to her. I think I would know... Do I remember correctly, Milan? Card suits on your hip?" Ryuichi nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, Eiri... Sometimes I really hate your memory." she smiled.
Shuichi still looked confused. "Why can't we see it?" Everyone sighed. "Don't look at me! I'm done explaining stuff to him." Yuki said, backing away. "Sorry, Eiri-san. But, Shindou-san is your responsibility." Tohma replied over his shoulder as they strode from the room. Yuki stared after them, and groaned. Why did Shuichi do this to him?
Milan breathed a sigh of relief as she came out of a triple. She hadn't fallen. Breathe your life into me... This was her routine from the year before. As long as she didn't pull a muscle, everything was fine. As the metal song ended, she skated off the ice.
Ryuichi was waiting for her. "That was great, Mi-chan!" Kumagoro said to her. "Thank you, Kuma-chan!" she replied, hugging the pink bunny. "What did you think, Ry-chan?" she asked her boyfriend. "I agree with Kumagoro. It was great, Mi-chan." he smiled. They glanced up as the owner came over the PA. "Attention all skaters! Please report to the ice to practice for the opening ceremonies." Milan rolled her eyes, and skated back onto the ice. Ryuichi's eyes never left her, watching her twist and turn. He couldn't wait for the competition...
Milan and Ryu stared in confusion at the person sitting on their couch. "Tatchi. What do you want?" she asked, not looking at him. 'Nothing.. Just wondering if this is enough to destroy Eiri Yuki and Shuichi Shindou." he replied, holding up a picture. They gasped. "Claude! Why did you let this jackass in?!" she yelled at her cousin. "His excuse was something about worshipping your every breath, Milan." he shrugged. Ryuichi grabbed the picture and ripped it up. "Go right ahead, Sakuma. I have copies." Tatchi said calmly. "I repeat. Why the hell did you let him in?!'
"Do I even want to know how you know him?" Ryu asked her, glaring at the man. "Went on a couple dates with him, Ry-chan." she replied, "He's the biggest jerk I'm unfortunate enough to know. What's your freakin problem with Eiri anyway?" "Hmmph.. I might answer your question if you tell me this. Why did Seguchi ditch me for going after him?" Milan let out a short laugh. "You really are pretty damn stupid, Aizawa. Eiri is his brother-in-law. Tohma loves him more then anyone in the world, for reasons you wouldn't understand. Now, get out." she said, pointing at the door. He stood, and strode to the door. He turned to glance back at her, but instead met Ryuichi's glare. The look in his blue eyes was one that only a complete moron would mess with. Tatchi smirked, and left the apartment. Milan picked up the phone. "Eiri, we have a problem..."
The next day, Ryuichi and Milan met Yuki with Shuichi at NG. Sure enough, a group of reporters waited inside. "Yuki! Over here, Yuki! What is your relationship with Milan Winchestor!?" "Shuichi, have you and Yuki broken it off!?" "Miss Winchestor!" "Over here!" the reporters shouted. "N-no. Yuki and I are still together.." Shuichi stuttered. The swell of people pressed forward, and the threesome found themselves against the wall. Ryuichi came running back with Tohma. Milan stared desperately at them. "Miss Winchestor! What is your relationship with Eiri Yuki?!" She found a microphone shoved in her face and struggled to reply. "H-he's my ex-husband.'' she managed to force out. Tohma pushed throrugh the crowd, and grabbed her. She reached for Eiri's arm, and he snatched Shuichi. "Give them some space!" K screamed, shooting over the reporter's heads.
Tohma turned to the people. "Quiet!" The loud questions stopped, and all eyes went to him. "Now, if you will cooperate, I will explain everything. Milan Winchestor is Eiri Yuki's former wife. They divorced about two years ago. Now, to explain the picture that was given to you by an unknown source, it isn't what it may seem. Milan and Eiri-san were clearing the air between them, and straightening out a few things. That is all. Thank you for your cooperation, and good day."
Meanwhile, Ryuichi handed Milan the trash magazine. It showed a picture of her leaving Yuki's house. "Shit.." she muttered, passing the magazine to Eiri. Ryu noted the miserable look that shadowed her face, and held her close. "Why is everything going wrong, Ry-chan?" she whispered. "Not everything, Mi-chan... not everything.." he replied, kissing her forehead. As Tohma finished speaking, a reporter noticed this. "Sakuma-san?" she asked, walking calmly to him. He noticed the question in her eyes, and sighed. "She's my girlfriend." he told her, leading Milan away. The woman smiled and called after him, "Thank you!" He held up two fingers in a peace sign. "This should be fun.." he muttered, pausing before the door to Tohma's office.
"I want to know who gave you the picture." Tohma told the person on the other end of the phone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Seguchi. We aren't allowed to tell you that information." Tohma sighed, and hung up. As he began dialing another magazine, Milan held up a hand. "That's not necessary. We know who it was. Tatchi Aizawa." "He just doesn't give up, does he?" the president sighed. "No, he doesn't. He hates you, Eiri, Shuichi, and me. You'd think he's never been dumped before." she smirked. "You'd think he's never been pushed in front of a moving car before." he replied sarcastically. "Tohma?! Did you seriously do that?!" Ryuichi asked. He nodded, glancing at Yuki. His brother's eyes revealed no indication of gratitude, considering he probably had no idea that he had done it for him. Tohma sighed. If only Eiri would forgive him for not protecting him. Then, everything would be right, and maybe he could actually develop a closer relationship with him...
