She was running, legs pumping, heart pounding, lungs burning, willing herself to go faster. Faster than humanly possible, to escape her pursuer who seemed to be coming closer despite her every stride. It was silent as her bare feet slapped against the pavement. She knew she was running down a street but there was no light to tell where she was, no street lamps, the windows in the buildings that surrounded her were dark and the black sky seemed to have swallowed the moon and the stars.

Still she ran. She had to; her mind screamed that there was nothing ever so important as escaping and finding safety, pushing her muscles to work harder beyond all human limitations while somewhere in the back of her unconscious mind she thought if the others could have super human skills she could do it to. But soon she came across a small intersection and slowed. Panting heavily she whipped her head around at the three possible exits she could take. She started to panic slightly when she realized that she didn't know where to go.

Then the woman felt it. A strong aura that permeated through the air and straight to her very core and light started to spill from the sky. Confused she looked up to find a sliver of the moon penetrating the clouds and descending onto the pavement. There was only one street illuminated in the moon light and she felt a smile start to form on her face. She was almost there; an inexplicable feeling of hope overcame her as she felt drawn to that one street. So she followed her lighted path, her cheeks flushed, golden hair glimmering in the moon shine.

Closer, almost there! Every step she took no longer weighed her down. She felt herself growing lighter as she ran to the aura. But up ahead the light abruptly ended, the road vanished into darkness and an overwhelming chill came over her that caused Yuya to stop dead in her tracks. The surrounding scenery turned black leaving the frightened girl in the only spot of light. Tears started to form in her eyes as a sense of hopelessness washed over her, she was trapped and alone.

Come on Yuya-girl! Stop crying, it's not going to do you any good. Besides it will just make him… That train of thought caused her to pause despite the dire situation. Who on earth am I talking about? And why, whoever he is, should I care what he thinks if I cry? WAIT! Focus… I need to get out of this situation first. So with new found courage, Yuya looked around at her surroundings trying to find something, anything to better her situation.

Instead she found something that terrified her, a pair of red eyes glowed in the blackness. They felt like they striped her of all that she was and stared deep into her soul. Trembling in what felt like fear, she stared mutely back, her mouth hanging slightly agape. Then the weirdest thing happened, she felt the fear that shook her core turn into something else. Warmth spread across her chest and she felt oddly safe. The eyes changed from something dangerous to something that reassured her with the equivalence of a blanket or a nightlight.

Yuya tentatively reached her hand out to the eyes, pleading them to save her from the thing that plagued her steps. However she didn't get very far when a hand clamped down on her shoulder and squeezed hard. She screamed.

Yuya bolted upright in her bed gripping her bed sheets to her chest. She panted and was soaked with a cold sweat. What a weird dream she though and shivered. She looked around at her surroundings allowing herself to take big shaky breaths and letting reality settle back into place. She was in her room, in her bed, and in her pajama's. Not running around on some street and there was no one else in the room. She looked at the clock on the stand next to her, it was 7:30.

Rolling her shoulders and stretching her arms out Yuya yawned and wondered why she was up this early. After pondering that thought for a bit and not finding a good reason, the teen flopped back onto her bed determined to get another few hours of sleep. She was half way to unconsciousness when a thought tugged at the back of her mind.

There was something I had to do today.

..

"OH CRAP!" The girl shouted as she bolted out of her bed and practically ran down the hallway. "I'M LATE!"

Fifteen minutes later and one two minute shower later, Yuya was dressed in her new school uniform carrying her bag in one hand with a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth running down the streets. I can't believe I slept late on my first day of school! Damn it! I'm such a moron! The young girl berated herself.

She was almost there when Yuya rounded a corner almost a little too quickly and collided into the back of a person in front of her. Both landed on the ground but Yuya managed to hit her head against the cement. She groaned in pain at her new headache.

"Ow, that hurt…" she muttered to herself rubbing her forehead.

"Ugh." She heard the person in front of her moan in pain and instantly got up to say sorry. But stopped when she realized that the back of the person she had run into looked too much like the guy she ran into before. Her heart thudded in her chest. What were the chances she would run into him again? Literally? Oh, gods. PLEASE don't be him. She could help but pray that it wasn't.

The man stood up and dusted himself off before turning to Yuya to help her up. She sucked in her breath in shock, it was him!

"Hey, are you ok?" The guy asked … not him?

It was a pair of blue eyes that looked back into her green ones. That was when she noticed the subtle differences. This new stranger she had mowed down had more boyish features, had a bluer shine to his hair and wasn't as tan. He looked similar however was missing the rough edge that the rude guy had. He had blue eyes. Not fiery ruby ones. But… he looked so much like that guy… that Kyo person…

Yuya hadn't realized she had been staring with her mouth open until the victim to her morning crisis kneeled in front of her and reached out to her.

"Umm… Hello? You ok?" Concern covered his features and practically oozed from his blue eyes. It was enough to shake Yuya back to reality and she shook her head.

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm uh, sorry. Are you ok?" she asked this stranger.

Concern was quickly replaced by a bright and friendly smile, "yeah I'm fine."

The genuine smile was contagious and Yuya smiled back at the stranger. She stood up and dusted herself off, "I'm sorry for running into you like that! I wasn't paying attention enough."

"No problem," he said and picked up her bag which luckily hadn't emptied all of its contents onto the street. "You seem to be in a hurry where are you going?" he asked while offering her the bag.

"I'm kinda running late for school." She replied politely, as if it wasn't obvious from the uniform she was wearing. Later on in the day she would reflect on that question and wonder if the man was a bit of an idiot… But at the moment, the sound of a bell rang through the air and Yuya visibly paled.

"I'M LATE" Yuya yelled. She snatched her bag from the guy and darted round him. Looking back and tossing another apology to the man before continuing her mad dash to school.

Kyoshiro watched as the blond girl headed to the high school and continued on his way in the same direction. That must be her, he thought with a smile, the girl that Sakuya was talking about. She seemed to be energetic enough, that was for sure. As the teen reflected on the accidental meeting his smile dropped a little as he remembered the girl's reaction. That was surprise? No, shock on her face after the collision. Which he supposed was normal when someone runs into a stranger, but there was recognition on her face that changed into relief after he spoke…

Could she have run into Kyo already? Kyoshiro hoped not. He wasn't still completely on board with this plan no matter how much Sakuya said it would work. He pondered this thought some more as he walked onto the school campus and headed inside the school building. He'd probably be eating lunch with the new girl so he could figure it out then.

Yuya sat down in her seat with a heavy sigh. After getting to the school she had lost her way and finally found the principal's office a good twenty minutes later. The woman had smiled but was obviously peeved at Yuya's tardiness and had curtly told her where to go and which teacher to look for. She arrived to her classroom and was relieved that the principle had put her as freshman. Yuya was remotely startled that they had placed her in the lowest class when she remembered that sophomore in America was freshman here.

When she walked in Yuya sighed in relief when she noted that her cousin was in this class. Introduction had gone fairly easy, there were some but very few questions for her, and she was told to sit by in back of the classroom by the window.

Resting her elbow on the desk she took advantage of her new position and gazed out the window. Allowing her nerves to relax, the slightly stressed teen watched the clouds float in the sky and let her mind wander. Reflecting on the incidents that morning she felt a small blush arise on her face. I can't believe I just ran into someone again. Wow, Yuya. That really takes some skill. She hadn't stopped to think about it then but Yuya now remembered that he had worn a white collared shirt and dark blue pants… which looked exactly the same as the other male students that surrounded her in the classroom.

Her head dropped, Oh, god. That's just my luck too. And chances are he was probably really popular and will come find me and hordes of girls will hate me now… Ok, that's too much like a manga to be real.

Her thoughts were distracted when she saw movement on the ground outside her window. There was a boy walking into the school. She didn't know why, but the tardy figure had arrested all of her attention. It walked slowly, or more precisely, it walked without much purpose to the school building. Still there was something languid in its movements.

As it got closer to the building she saw that it was a boy with black hair and kinda tan skin but couldn't make out any features yet. Hey! He's not even carrying a bag! He's probably a delinquent… She thought with some envy. HE could show up to school late and not bring a bag 'cause he probably didn't care and the teachers probably didn't care either. … Lucky bastard.

Yuya froze. As if on cue, the persons head turned and he seemed to be looking straight up at her. She shivered as she felt a pressure coming from the man in the yard. And for some reason she knew it was him, the one with the red eyes. Not the blue eyed one.

This one was Kyo.

Sakuya was watching Yuya as she stared out the window. Actually, the majority of the class was watching her except a small few which tried to ignore her. She had risen half way out of her chair with a hand pressed against the glass completely focused on what was in the court yard, or who was in the court yard Sakuya thought to herself. She had a feeling she knew who it was and was pleasantly surprised at the reaction it elicited out of her cousin.

"Shiina-san," the peeved teacher called out. The transfer student still didn't respond and instead seemed to lean closer to the window.

Sakuya was unable to help her thoroughly distracted and could do nothing but watch the teacher pick up an eraser and chuck it at the girls head. The disgruntled teacher hit her square in the head and shouted her name. This time he was able to capture the young girl's attention.

"Shiina-san, I don't know what they do in America, but while you are here, please pay attention." The embarrassed girl quickly sat back down in her seat mumbling an apology with a bright crimson blush covering her cheeks.

After a few minutes, when the classes chuckles subsided, Sakuya say Yuya glance back out the window. She watched as her face fell slightly and the brunette could guess that the object of her attention had disappeared. Sakuya smiled, things seemed to be progressing quite well.

Yuya sat on the ground with an exasperated sigh. After the little incident this morning the teacher seemed adamant on the fact that she needed to pay attention and thus called on her for the answer to every other question, much to Yuya's annoyance. She grumbled as she opened her lunch box and angrily stabbed at her food and tossed it into her mouth.

"That damn teacher…." She groused, "Picking, munchmunchmunch, on me like that."

At the moment the blond teenager was sitting in the quad beneath the shade of a large tree. Sakuya had told her to wait for her while she fetched a friend. Yuya looked up at the sky, it was such a lovely day that the brightness of the sun seemed to melt away her irritation.

"Yuya!" her cousin called out, Yuya looked over and smiled at her cheerful cousin.

"Hey!" she called back, then she noticed the person Sakuya had brought and her smile froze. It was the guy she had run into this morning!

"This is Mibu Kyoshiro, Kyoshiro-san this is my cousin Shiina Yuya," Sakuya said brightly as she sat opposite of Yuya.

"We've met." Kyoshiro stated with a smile just as bright as the brunettes.

"I'm sorry about this morning!" Yuya exclaimed as Kyoshiro sat next to Sakuya. She felt her cheeks heat up from her embarrassment and berated herself for not noticing that the guy she ran into that morning was standing there.

"So Yuya, remember what I asked of you earlier this month?" Sakuya asked hesitantly.

The blond paused, what thing…. OH! Her face lit up with recognition. "I remember! So… is this the guy?" She asked while glancing at Kyoshiro. Both blushed at her question, Sakuya more so than Kyoshiro.

"*cough* Umm, yes… this is…. Him." Her blush became darker with each word and she began staring very adamantly at the ground.

Yuya stared silently at her cousin, then shifted her gaze back to Kyoshiro. He squirmed a bit but seemed to harden his resolve and returned her gaze with a determined stare. Yuya understood then that he was concerned but for what she couldn't fathom but she got the feeling that a bit of it was for her.

A small smile graced her lips, "Alright."

Sakuya whipped her head up and stared at Yuya in shock.

"What?"

Yuya wanted to help her dear cousin more than anything, and besides, she thought to herself, this could be fun.

"I said that I would do it."

There was a pause then Sakuya squealed and launched herself at her cousin.

"Thank you Yu-chan!" She had small tears forming in the corner of her eyes, Kyoshiro just smiled.

"It's nothing. But can I ask something?"

"Sure! Ask Anything!"

"What's his name?"

Sakuya froze in "… Who's name?" she asked innocently.

"The guy who has to fall in love with me. What's his name? Or more importantly what's he like?"

A moment passed where no one said anything and Sakuya pulled out of her hug.

"Um… well he's-" the now shy girl started but was soon cut off by the only male teen in the vicinity.

"His name is Kyo."

Yuya whipped her head up in shock.

"….What?" now she was the one asking for a repeat.

"My brother's name is Kyo. And he is a bit difficult."

It was then that, of course, the bell rang and Sakuya bolted up.

"Well that's the end of lunch we should get to class." She said hurriedly

"… You guys go on ahead." Yuya said, "I need to go to the… Bathroom."

As she stood up and left the hopefully-soon-to-be couple a feeling of dread took over her. Of course she would wind up having to deal with him, it was just her luck right? Someone must be out to make her life miserable. It had to be him, they looked alike, his name was kyo and he had a difficult personality. It was then that she knew that she had signed herself up for one hell of a ride.

OK! Everyone, you probably think this story was dead but let me reassure you it is not! I have just had a lot on my plate. So it took a while to write this but I hope you enjoyed it!

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