Disclaimer: On the second day of Christmas— Oh, EF THIS! I don't own Inuyasha AT ALL! XP

A/N: WARNING—eh, screw it, you should know by now what to expect. :P You guys… take the poll and vote for your favorite story… BEFORE I KILL FLUFFY! O.O Hehe… Sorry about the update being a few days late…oops… -.-' Permission to shoot me? Granted. DX But I have an excuse, a reasonable one at that! :O I… Okay, it's a shitty excuse, but I couldn't help it! XP I've been really into this Korean manga—or manhwa—called "Goong". It's so good…! ^.^ Ahem, anyways, I wanted to say that as this story goes along, there will be more drama and angst and clues to the past; aka, Kikyou and Inuyasha's relationship and what was going on in their POVs in the memories, since it is third person. o.o

Thank you to those eight (one review less than the previous chapter! D:) readers who reviewed last chapter: BGuate224 (sorry if I've been disappointed you update-wise. -.-' I promise that I will try to get better at it! :D), Pickle Toes (haha, yes! Kouga FTW—no, not really, but things will get interesting, yeah? XD), Ani-chan (Sorry 'bout not putting the X's/dots... the site won't let me. D: But d^^b … o.o … That's freaking awesome! XD), Tomatosoup inc. (gah, thank you for reviewing again! :D I love hearing what people think of the relationships and occurrences and whatnot, so your review made my YEAR. ^.^), vampire-fetish15 (very entertaining review. XD I really love insight and your thoughts on what's happening, so *high-five*! Oh, and don't you think I'll show what Inuyasha thinks of Kagome and why he came back to Japan soon? HM? XP), Kary747 (I'll keep writing if you keep reading! Eh, eh? XD), animefreak (thank you for that rainfall of compliments… XD), and Inu'sgirl4ever (EVERYONE LOVED INUYASHA GIVING KAGS HIS CLOTHES! XP I think I made the newest fanfic scene of the century, yeah? XD Glad you enjoyed it, though; I honestly couldn't stop visualizing… *drools at the thought of a half-naked hanyou* But, anyways, there are more awesome moments such as those to come! :D Hopefully, though, I won't get too perverted while writing it… -.-' DANG YOU, MIROKU! DX).

PS— The beginning of Kag POV will be weird. Just a warning.

PSS— I love you. :)

PSSS— CHAPTER MAY SUCK. Just saying. -.-

Candy Tuft:

Indifference.

HOW TO LOSE THE BEST THING THAT EVER CAME TO YOU

Step 10: Wonder if He's on Drugs

"These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly,
waking in the dawn of the morning,
in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity,
sleeping in the cold night's arms."

—Pedro Calderon de la Barca

"SHIT MOTHEFUCKER KAMI-DAMN IT ALL SON OF A BITCH BASTARDS I FUCKING WILL FUCK YOU THE FUCKING SHIT UP ASSHOLE LANE BITCHES!"

Kagome could've sworn that Inuyasha either got a hold of Satan's lexicon, or he really needed to stop watching sumo-wrestling. She curiously yet fretfully popped her head from the confinements of her bedroom, wondering whether or not she should go investigate or cower under her bed. Evidently, Inuyasha was not pleased about something.

He'd been staying over again, but this time, Kikyou made him sleep on the couch instead of her bedroom floor. Most of the Higurashi family had been curious as to what caused the change, but Kagome just felt relieved, oddly enough. Lately, Kikyou had been even more reserved and cold, and butting Inuyasha into the living room gave him and Kagome more time to hang out and have actual fun without the Ice Queen bothering them. It was two weeks before Inuyasha was supposed to leave, and in a few days, he'd head back to his kin's mansion to pack for his American adventure. (At least, that's what Kagome and Souta called it while Inuyasha just fehed at them.)

Carefully and quietly, the youngest Higurashi girl tiptoed down the stairs, wondering what the half-demon was up to at this hour. True, it was five o'clock—technically the morning—but why would he sleep in until noon everyday to wake up seven hours early randomly and begin to curse—?

"Kagome? Why are you up?"

The miko sighed. Of course Inuyasha would sense or smell her before she even got in eyesight. So much for sneakiness. She walked down the stairs normally, following his now panting voice. Weird line of things: unnecessarily frequent cursing, two questions, and then unbelievably tired huffing for air. When she turned the corner into the foyer room and saw the scene in front of her, she then understood the situation, despite how uncomfortable she suddenly became.

Dressed in damp jeans rolled up his knees and as far as she knew, nothing else, Dog-Boy's lower half was the only thing visible as he worked on the pipes underneath the kitchen sink. Judging by his panting, he'd been at it for a while since demon-blooded beings had plenty of stamina. Kagome wasn't sure what to do: say hi and then go back to her room, or stay to help. But since she's Kagome…

"What can I do?"

Inuyasha pushed himself out from underneath the sink, watching her go wide-eyed before turning a lovely shade of bright pink. He looked down at himself and realized she must've not been comfortable with the fact that he was adorned in jeans and only jeans. Kagome, meanwhile, was having a teen crisis. GAH! His chest is not hot, his chest is NOT hot, his chest is—TOTALLY FREAKIN' HOT! After slapping herself in the face, reminding herself that Inuyasha was technically her brother-in-law, she merely said, "Know what? Forget it. I'll just, uh… Wait, how'd the pipes break in the first place?"

"It was my fault." Inuyasha frowned. "Should I start throwing my ramen into the trash, since the garbage disposal is fucking against me?"

Kagome stared and kept staring for a moment until she broke out into a grin and giggled. "Of course the sink broke because of something noodle-related," she laughed, "as to be expected of the Ramen Maniac." She smiled before asking, "So, do you need help or not?"

Inuyasha simply mumbled unintelligible as he shoved himself back into his work. Kagome shrugged and went over to remove a frying pan from the cabinet before rushing over to the fridge for eggs, butter, and other morning necessities. She sung cheerily, "I'll just stay here and cook breakfast, then, since you still haven't learned to speak correctly."

"Feh."

"And if you can't even learn to speak your own language correctly, you're going to be screwed over when you go to America and begin to take English classes."

"FEH."

"I bet you'll be kicked out of the country within the first two years—"

"FEH, WENCH, FEH!"

Kagome chuckled and sighed happily. Oh, how she loved cloudy Sunday mornings…

—~*~—~*~—~*~—

Shortly after the call, the rain falls harder and the wind blows uncontrollably. No one is on the streets during this weather, especially when it grows dark outside early and thunder and lightning decide to play a duet. I shake in the old, worn-out cashier's seat; I've never been one to handle weather like this. The rain I don't mind, and when you add wind to it, I suppose there could be worse. But insert flashes of light that you never see coming and clapping booms that you know will occur at some point, and you got one scared teenage miko.

At some point, as this begins to happen, customers become less frequent—not that they are common in the first place—and when it's just Ayame and I in the store, the power dies. After locking the front door and putting up the "closed" sign, she goes to the back to get a flashlight before I can follow, and now the only light I'm being supported by is a weak candle nearby and the blurry, dim streetlights. I worry about Inuyasha for a moment before I remember Saturday night, how his lips molded with mine…

Oh, this is horrible.

I sigh, my gaze trained on the window, waiting for him to come into sight. Is he alright? My fists clench and unclench, my fingers twitch and curl, my jaw tightens before going slack—it's all processes I keep repeating at once, having a tense part of my body while another relaxes before they flip-flop. Finally, I sigh and manage to make my whole body relax until a slab of light obscures my view and applaud of thunder makes me jump.

I've always been scared of weather like this as a child; it was how I lost my father, after all. But recent reports over the last few years have talked about two demon-blooded, human-eating brothers who live in the clouds and sky, giving us bad weather, and whatever unlucky human citizen is on the streets falls victim to the Thunder Brothers' wrath. It's been discussed that they're some sort of gang or something; authorities don't have enough evidence to confirm it all. This weather could go on for days at a time until they find humans to feed themselves. It's gruesome, it's cruel, and the worst part is—

There's nothing we can do about it.

Once another round of lightning and thunder arise, I'm considering whether to hide under the counter or use the flowers as a barricade for the door when a familiar figure makes me exhale with relief. Inuyasha knocks on the glass, soaking wet, and I race over to door, happy and scared at once. The moment I open it, he tries to scurry in, but I tug and pull him in before that happens. Then I do the most embarrassing thing ever:

Cling and cry.

As I mumble even things I can't understand, Inuyasha stiffens, probably unsure of what to do, before he picks me up, securing me in his arms before he takes a seat in a concealed part of the store. I'm not even aware of all of my surroundings as I grip onto his shirt, begging not to be left alone. I remember that night ten years ago, waking up in the hospital and being told my dad died in the accident. I wish my mom were by my side to calm me down, or even Ayame, since she's dealt with me like this before.

It's amazing how the weather can change your solemn mood into a nervous wreck.

"Kagome," Inuyasha breathes. "Calm down."

I shake my head furiously, fighting tears as I bury my face into his shirt. "I'm scared," I whisper before shutting my eyes tight, and hopefully waking up to a beautiful sunny evening.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work.

"Ayame?" Inuyasha asks her as she probably enters the room with the flashlight. I don't really feel anything except the warmth radiating from his jacket, which he takes off due to its wetness. He tosses it across the store and it makes a weird noise when it lands due to its sogginess. Inuyasha and Ayame talk about something, but I hardly hear it through the blood pulsing in my temples, pounding in my eardrums.

But when Inuyasha tries to move, I cling harder, my grip tightening until my knuckles turn white. Ayame lets out a sigh, taking a seat beside us, and she automatically touches my arm. While burying myself into Inuyasha's warmth, I also lean into Ayame's hand, which makes her smile in a caring way. She whispers probably to Inuyasha, "She's always like this when storms hit. I don't know the exact reasons, but she needs to be comforted." I love how she's talking like I'm not here—okay, honestly, I don't mind, but I find it somewhat interesting. "Taking care of her during this weather makes me feel like a mother—like I'm getting practice."

I think Inuyasha nods, but once my hearing locates his heartbeat, I just lean into him more, focusing on the uneven b-bump. I wonder, why is his heartbeat so weird? Should we be concerned? A hand rubs my back, and once I realize Inuyasha's putting a protective barrier over me, I allow my muscles to relax. Surely, he'll keep me safe, right?

Ayame glances around the flowers, playing with the flashlight. "So, Kagome told me about your relations, Takahashi-san." Inuyasha's hands go limp at that point, and I stiffen at the absence of his warm, of those little flecks of electricity between us. I only loosen up when his arms wrap around me again, this time him resting his chin on my head; I burrow my face into his collarbone then, realizing how great of a pillow he is. "But don't worry; if I hadn't, I might've been on her case for being with Kouga."

Inuyasha's hands twitch, but I feel his fingers turn into fists. "Kouga? As in, Ookami Kouga?" Ayame must've nodded, because then he demands, "Why were you with Kouga, wench?"

I flinch at the nickname, but merely close my eyes and give into the warmth. Ayame explains the story for me, and Inuyasha calms down. She insists, referring to her, Kouga, Miroku, and Sango, "I know that we're practically strangers, but if you ever need help with Kikyou, you can go to us, okay?" Inuyasha nods, his chin bopping against my head, and we all stay silent, just basking in each other's presences until the storm clears up. I relax some, but I'm not fooled; the Thunder Brothers will do this every evening for probably a week. Tomorrow, I'll probably get a call from Kaede talking about revised work hours and whatnot to avoid being killed on the streets.

Since Ayame's a demon—a famous wolf-demon of a respected tribe, at that—she's safe from the criminals in the sky. She leaves in her Suzuki, the rain long gone; she wouldn't have left the story if it hadn't because of that darned perm. Inuyasha and I go to his Ferrari, which currently has its roof up. It stays up as I go inside and Inuyasha begins the vehicle. He announces, "I was planning to take you back to the mansion for… you know…"

Yeah. Making ideas on how to win Kikyou's heart. I sigh. I know.

"But I didn't want you to be anywhere near outside in that condition," he tells me truthfully. I nod silently in agreement, and he glimpses towards me. Seeing those honey-colored orbs radiate even in the darkness of the night, I hold in a small gasp. They look…sad? Troubled? Concerned? All these emotions even I'm not completely familiar with. He says, "Got any ideas?"

I shake my head, my mind going blank the instant he asks. Then I hurriedly call the shrine and tell my mom that I'll be at Sango's until about eleven, which gives me two hours to talk with Inuyasha until I have to go home, do homework, take a shower, and probably go to bed around two o'clock in the morning. At the thought of not getting ten hours of sleep, I yawn.

Then I realize how awkward the atmosphere is between Inuyasha and I. Maybe it's because of him stripping in front of me before handing over his clothes. Perhaps it's because I tackled him first thing this evening, only to cry and hold onto him the entire time. Maybe because of the second suggestion, he also feels weird because there's a large dot on his shirt, marking where I cried. Or could it be because of the…

My mind goes blank once more, but this time, it automatically fills with…thoughts.

"'Gome… I want… I wanna… I wanna kiss you."

My body numbs at that memory, and I unconsciously lick my lips. Inuyasha sees, but merely focuses on the road; he apparently knows what exactly is going through my mind. And by the way he's glancing at me, his limbs are tightening and loosening, and his fang repeatedly pokes his bottom lip, I realize the saddest part of it all:

We both want to do it again.

—~*~—~*~—~*~—

I've never been to the Takahashi mansion before. I've seen pictures courtesy of Inuyasha, but never in person. I haven't met his family, either; I've only ever talked to them on the phone or heard about them from Inuyasha, excluding Inutaisho, who I'd merely seen recently. Since Kikyou hates his relatives for something unfathomable reason, she never talks about them and refuses to talk to them. That was how I was given the task of actually calling their mansion, asking for Inuyasha, and once he was on the line, handing the phone over to my elder sister. Of course, there were times when I got into small poke-with-a-fork fights with Sesshoumaru and listened to his wife Rin randomly go on and on about her life and how great the weather is today and how much she loved those shoes in the store window, but her Fluffy disapproved because of their style, and shush, Fluffy, she's on the phone and she's your wife so she'll call you whatever she likes…!

Yeah. Those conversations were always something to look forward to.

Their mansion, you would think, should be on the outskirts of Tokyo. Well, it isn't; the Takahashi family went ahead and made construction in a more laidback community—away from the skyscrapers, but not outside of the city. Actually, now that I take in the buildings on our way there, I realize the mansion isn't that far away from the shrine or school; they're just on different blocks and streets. It's a nice home—there's balconies, three stories, large windows, all of those good things—and even has demon security and staff to make sure it stays nice. When we exit the Ferrari—well, Inuyasha did before rushing to my side, whipping open the door, and jerking me out, as if he didn't want to leave me alone—he rushes past the guards, whipping an ID for them to see. I think even without the ID, they could sniff his scent or feel his aura to make sure he really is Inuyasha and not someone in disguise, but I decide not to question it.

The gardens out front are beautiful; there are enough flowers here for me to investigate for an entire lifetime. There's a fountain in the walkway with water gently streaming out of it, allowing birds to eat from little burrows in the poles probably full of seeds. Many trees loom over us, and for a moment, the front yard actually reminds me of a city park. As I take in the scenery surrounding us, I'm not prepared for when we go up the steps, to the double doors, and inside the mansion, which is even grander than its astonishing exterior. There are paintings, sculpture, artwork galore that I wouldn't mind looking up, and the tiles are so shiny, I can see my own reflection. There's a fancy, swivel-railed staircase that looks like it's made of marble, thick at the bottom and thinner as you go up. The ceiling's high, but looks safe and secure as weird drawing adorn it; not your usual cherubs, but more like a kid who drew with crayons. (Ten bucks that Inuyasha—and possibly, if he had fun as a child, Sesshoumaru—were able to decorate the ceiling when they were younger.) There are sets of doors everywhere, and despite its significant appeal, it also makes me feel at home—despite its wealthy appearance, there are small things that tell me this isn't a palace, but a home where a family unites and shares laughs and lives happily together. Man, if I lived here… I shake my head in amazement at all the infinite possibilities.

The door closes soundly behind us, the sound not even echoing in the large room. It's still loud enough for a black-haired woman with vivid amethyst eyes and in a comfortably fashionable sweatshirt and designer jeans to bound down from her bedroom, calling to Inuyasha in a sweet, maternal voice. The moment she comes into sight and I see how young she is, I can't believe it's Inuyasha's mother; it's got to be, since her and Rin are the only females in here—as a far as I know—and Rin's voice is much more chipper and childlike. The moment our eyes meet, she falters slightly in her step, staring at me in disbelief before I offer a smile and wave. When she visibly relaxes and returns the kind gestures, I realize she must've thought I was my sister. She gracefully makes her way down the stairs, a soft grin on her face. She makes eye contact with me again before turning to Inuyasha. She greets, "Inuyasha! I thought that you were out with, uh, that woman's sister…?"

Oh, this is great. Kikyou's name can't even be said in this mansion.

"This is Kagome, Mother," Inuyasha says, gesturing to me. "She's been helping me…"

Oh, and Inuyasha can't even say aloud that I've been helping him win Kikyou's heart. Which reminds me—

Izayoi—I'm pretty sure that's what Rin called her—makes o with her mouth in understanding before pouncing on me, smothering me in a hug. Could it be called maternal? I suppose, but not when this woman is even more affectionate than Ayame. I hug her back, holding in my breath, because if I try to breathe, I'll probably faint. Then she pulls back, gives me a wide smile, and pinches my cheek, which really hurts, by the way. She hums, "You're a beautiful girl, Kagome; I can tell you're a sweet person just by looking at you."

For some reason, that statement makes me grin. Yes, she had to take a double glance to see it, but she's realized I'm not Kikyou, which is great; I hate it when I'm mistaken for her. I laugh when it's now Inuyasha's turn to be suffocated, and jokingly comfort him when he pretends to be passed out on the floor. But the moment he looks up, smirking, and his fang pokes into his lip—

I remember it, and scurry to Izayoi's side as she talks about herself, the family, the house, Inuyasha as a kid, and anything possible. She told me that her husband's at work, so I can't meet him—though I'm unsure he even saw me that one time, so would seeing and greeting him here count as meeting him…?—and Sesshoumaru and Rin are working hard to produce their first child.

After many gagging noises from a certain half-demon and a horrified expression from a particular miko, I think she came to realize that maybe us youngsters didn't exactly need to know that information, much less have a visual in Inuyasha's case. For once, I'm glad I've never seen the couple before. Sadly, I have to say I regret hearing their voices…

Shiver.

After a while, a cat demon maid comes to Izayoi and tells her the leak in her bathroom still is not fixed since yesterday, the day it broke. Izayoi then turns to Inuyasha and scolds him for not repairing her and Inutaisho's bathroom sink. As Inuyasha slyly apologizes—"Sheesh, Mother, I'll do it, I'll do it!"—and grumbles about getting work down, it clicks in my head why he made us go over plumbing today in Technical Home Economics, and why he seemed to want to learn the stuff himself. I find myself grinning madly.

He never was good at plumbing, was he?

He drags me through Izayoi and Inutaisho's wonderfully designed bedroom to their grand bathroom, insisting that we make plans as he works. I know he actually needs help with the sink, though, so when we enter the room, I instantly say, "Let me work. You need to do some thinking on what you'll do for Kikyou—"

"THAT WOMAN?"

I turn in surprise and fright to Izayoi's voice, which has just rang throughout the mansion. Inuyasha, looking slightly scared as well, closes the door behind us, and I wonder exactly how his mom managed to hear me utter my sister's name.

It seems like it's a profanity here.

"Anyways, you think, I work," I demand, grabbing a tool box that's probably wired itself to the floor. I know he hasn't worked at all; there's layers of dust around the box from where he probably dropped it once, leaving the dust on it to scatter, and then didn't bother to look at it again.

I sigh and begin to open it when Inuyasha smacks it closed. "No," he slurs, giving me a hard look. "Keh, I'm gonna take care of this shit. You're the brains, so you focus on the planning."

I raise an eyebrow. "You know you did just insinuate you didn't have brains, right?"

Inuyasha blinks before thinking about it for a moment. Then understanding comes and he shouts, "DAMMIT!" I smile innocently while he glares. "Why can I never win that fucking game against you?"

I shrug, grin widening. "Remember? I'm the one with the brains."

"Shut up," he mumbles and I laugh before taking the tool box from him and squeezing myself underneath the sink—

—only to be tugged out.

"No!" I yell, shoving myself back in, and Inuyasha growls before it turns into a game of tug of war. Finally, after many shouts and hollering, we're shushed by five cleaning staff members. Apparently, the workers here aren't suck-ups, and just get the job done. They live here, that I can tell, but I don't think they really treat the Takahashi kin like gods; they treat them like equals, but are still nice. I can tell that just by a few incidences with them. But after the maids shushed us, Inuyasha decides to give up the battle, but not the war; he slides in next to me in the cramped space.

I'm about to scream bloody murder just to make him get out when our arms brush, and I suddenly have second thoughts. What? Do I want to be in this situation with Inuyasha, where I can "accidentally" touch him and feel all those multiple sparks when I'm trying to forget that I may, uh, like him more than a friend?

I think I do, because I don't move.

We work on the pipes silently, except for when I tell him what's what and how to fix it if this happens and so on and so forth. Finally, after turning off the water system supplying the Takahashi couple—stupid boy, how can you not know that you need to do that?—I manage to remove the beaten and busted pipe only to reveal—

"Uh, your dad…"

"Yeah."

"He… He has a lot —"

"I know; it runs in the family."

"That— That's a lot of hair!"

Yuck.

After making Inuyasha throw that out—"Wench, I ain't throwing out the hair; you gotta throw out the hair"—after, you know, some insults—"Me? I know my language! I use correct grammar (no, I don't), so since you still haven't learned to talk, you'll do the dirty work!"—we placed the pipe back in. When I was about to exit, warmth flooded to my wrist and my stomach jumped as I eyed the hand gripping onto my lower arm. Inuyasha looks straight at me, boldly telling me with his eyes that I can't leave yet. Just when I'm about to ask, he brings up the one thing I've been trying to forget:

"Why were you mad at me earlier today?"

I freeze, but still manage to give him a look. Doesn't he know? He continues, "I'm sorry"—wait, did he just say…?—"I sent the flowers yesterday. I didn't mean to piss you off; I just couldn't wait."

He's apologizing. Holy crap. That's the second time within a week.

"I'm not mad about that," I tell him softly. I was Sunday, but I kind of forgot about it—mostly—until he brought it up again.

He looks at me, confused, until guessing again. "Then, are you mad about the alcohol? 'Cause that's just stupid—no one saw, no one could tell you were drink—"

"WHY THE HELLS DID YOU KISS ME?"

Well.

I didn't want it to exactly come out like that.

Inuyasha staggers a little before asking, "The peck on the cheek?" I roll my eyes at that, and he seems to perk up in realization. "So, what're you talking 'bout, Kagome? What happened?"

"Nothing happened," I say solidly, ignoring the growing need for my face to redden and show him my ultimate embarrassment. You just had to open up your mouth, Kagome…

"Nothing?" he asks with amused eyes.

"Nothing," I drone firmly.

"So, nothing happened?" Is he on drugs or something?

I put on an indifferent face. "Damn straight."

He gives me an entertained look at that, and I realize I just slipped up that phrase again. Dammit. He says, "You shouldn't deny, you know. You were a good kisser."

That's when I reddened and let my cool façade fall. He…? He was playing me? Joking around? Making me look like an idiot? Is he really on drugs, because I'm thinking it's highly possible at the moment. I glare, but it seems the new, romantically-confident Inuyasha doesn't mind. You know, right now, he's sort of reminding me of a certain perverted, religious college student…

I glance at his lips, moist and perfect, and I want to go crawl underneath his parents' bed and die. After I do this, Inuyasha suddenly blanches as he probably realized what he just said, for once having flirty guts, and we both fall silent. Once again, an example being he's as quiet as I am and was flirty just a moment ago, I have no idea what's going on in his mind; his eyes have closed me off, playing emotions I don't know. So, since I can't tell what he's thinking, there's really nothing to say anymore.

That day, back at that bar… The moment we were kissing, we should've known that we were in deep crap, despite our drunken stupor. Because, from the second our lips touched, we were refusing to pull away, to allow ourselves to breathe. I'm not sure about Inuyasha, but I didn't want it to end—I didn't want to have his lips leave mine, to never be able to return. I still don't want to not be able to kiss him, the person who arouses feelings in me I once thought were existent, the being who feels like I'm home.

I don't want to give up Inuyasha.

But I have to.

And that's the tenth step on how to lose the best thing that ever came to you.

A/N: I hope you liked the chapter. :D Probably different than you thought it'd be, right? Honestly, it came out different than I planned it to, so you're not the only one surprised. -.-' But, I will update early next week; I still have to update my other stories that have been neglected. Next story to be updated is "Life at Demon Slayer School"—a story made for a good laugh and some intense drama (o.o)—and after that is "Frame Up", so if you like FBI agents, mafia assassins, a whole lot of drama, and an unstoppable romance, check that out! ^.^ Next up? Step 11: Learn to Suppress Your "Urges". Please remember to tell me what you think through a REVIEW and make sure to FAVORITE this story (if you like it, that is)! :D