A/N: Hiya... Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and Craaazzzzzy Kwanza! I am so, so, so, so sorry how undeniably late this is. Sorry! I hope this makes up for it. I was just re-reading all the chaps and sorting out what had happened and what I should make happen and all the CRAZY stuff... But yeah!

Love love love Xmas. Fab. We watched Toy Story 3 and then my siblings and I stayed up till 2.30am watching IT Crowd... I still don't know why... Yeah, I went to The Ritz in London on the 2nd! Wow! it's amazing! They have these mini white hamburger-looking things - they're actually meringues. Am I right or ameringue ;)

So yeah. Bought my self a GORGEOUS camel coloured dress from Topshop with a high neckline and black dots. It's beautific. It actually is.

Enough about me! :L

FadingNoctos: Contumulious...? :L And...every time I wrote Kazuma in Arisa's bit (well, almost every) I meant to write Kureno! I've fixed it now. Is it all cleared up? :) Not sure what's happening next... ;)

Emzi: Yes, Host Clubber! And NaNoWriMo... *fail* (er, no, Tamaki, Kaoru, and Hunny are all mine. Hands off ;) ) Um...ok, I know I'm being totally conceited and all, but the point of a story is to interest you...isn't this interesting? I work my ass off to make sure it twists and makes sense, but if you're going to quit on it because it's not Yukiru (by the way, it does say Tohru and Kyo for main characters, haven't I already said?),, then, you know... No offence or anything. But ew, Yukiru. Kyoru, obvs.

Enough! On with the show... ;)

After all, this is my tenth chapter, nothing spectacular will happen, I assume, but whatevs :L Take a chance on it ;)

Lady Akito stretched out leisurely on her red velvet chaise, watching expectantly as Lord Hatori stepped into the dark, luxurious room, tilting his head forward in a minuscule bow. His eyes flicked up to hers for a moment, before they returned down to the floor. Out of all the Three Lords, Hatori was certainly the most polite, most sweet. Yes, he occasionally restrained her from doing what she wanted for some ridiculous reason or another, but he was mostly good to her. Unlike some people...

At that precise moment, Lord Shigure sauntered in, winking jauntily at Akito before taking his place beside Hatori. He was the only one of the lords to keep her gaze for a prolonged time - something he was doing now, his dark eyes boring into hers. The tiny warmth she saw in those eyes made her want to cry to him. As that thought materialized in her mind, however, something - awareness? - flashed in his eyes and she tore hers from his, appalled at herself for her previous absurd idea. She gazed idly as the two dark-haired lords murmured to each other, so quietly she couldn't hear - however, the conversation seemed so short that it was unlikely it was of any importance.

Lord Ayame finally bustled in - 'fashionably late', he called it - and his eyebrows shot up in mock-surprise at everyone already assembled.

"So sorry, milady, but I was just sorting out a dress for dear Miss Tohru - Mine and I were thinking, perhaps white lace, pink satin, maybe a hint of-"

"Ayame," Hatori hissed, by way of warning, as Shigure chortled. Akito smiled coolly as she accepted a glass of the purest wine some servant or other offered her, indicating by a nod of her head that he was dismissed. He shuffled out the doorway, closing the door quietly after him.

Akito sipped her wine, not unused to the silence that followed. After a moment, Shigure suddenly said, "A new kid, right?" He gave a look that was commonly associated with a sneer. "How far's he gotten?"

"Your language is vulgar," Akito admonished hastily, trying to show that she was unaffected by his comment. "And I have no idea what you mean," she added primly, trying to take that annoyingly gleeful look of his dastardly handsome face.

Shigure just laughed loudly, shaking out a cigarette case from his shirt sleeve, pulling one out for himself before offering it around. Ayame refused with a pompous sniff, while Hatori shrugged and took one, letting Shigure light it for him.

This was normal to Akito. Shigure had started smoking first, predictably, around the time he began gambling (he always managed win, however, unless Hatori or (not that she knew about it) Hatsuharu were playing) and drinking. Hatori began when he heard of Kana's poor terrible disease, and it had increased tenfold once she'd passed. They each took a drag, puffing out the smoke easily as Ayame winced and edged himself further away.

"So, you called us?" Shigure finally said.

"Indeed," Akito replied, crossing her legs at the ankles, gesturing for them to sit on the armchairs opposite her. "There has been a problem regarding..."

Tohru sat anxiously in her window seat in the library, her gaze darting out the glass every few moments. She held a book open in her lap, not bothering to read it. She was too...excited.

She crossed her legs, her fingers tapping endlessly against the cool wood of the armchair. She'd heard from Saki a day or so ago that Kyo would be arriving soon. Or, to be precise, today. Yet Saki had given her no specific time, so Tohru was left wait impatiently for his arrival. She was too curious for her own good. She had met up with Saki and Arisa before the will-reading, and they'd stayed in one of the library's hidden alcoves, gossiping and chatting discreetly...

Arisa had revealed all she could about Lord Kureno, and Saki anything she wanted about Lord Kazuma. Then, they'd all leaned in, three heads together, and confessed all they knew (all, of course, apart from the 'curse') about Kyo. Tohru had learned so much, too much, and her papa's will... Insisting that she marry Kyo for her own good, for someone to pass down his business to, for her to make her way in the world as a young, sincere, married woman - a married woman with a wealthy husband.

That was, of course, what society was all about - Tohru knew that. When she wasn't choosing dresses or meeting friends or dancing at balls, she was learning her manners and being a lady and putting her many womanly talents to good use. Lady Akito only allowed her to cook small food items, but she let her sew and read and smile just the right way. Tohru had learned over the past few weeks that there had to be millions of rules to guide her. Status, money, beauty - one needed these in great measures to attend the most elite balls, to sip the purest wine, to find the most superior life partner. And yet, Tohru entered these balls, drank this wine, by hardly any effort on her part - her parents had made her into a match, and the boy she was matched with was handsome, quite wealthy, and charmingly mysterious. Ladies were jealous. Gentlemen actually noticed her. She was admired, respected, for having made her way into the enigmatic Sohma circles so easily.

Tohru was snapped out of her reverie by the sound of a door slamming, and someone immediately hushing someone else down. Tohru sprang to her feet, realising what this meant. He was back, and she hadn't noticed? It was rather typical of her, it really was. She took a step forward, but froze as a man with dark hair tread in carefully, meeting her eyes with gleeful ones and then walking the full way in...

And she watched, speechlessly, as Kyo crept in behind the man - Lord Kazuma, she could tell. He wasn't swamped with blankets or bandages like before, and held his head high even before he saw her in the room. His back was straight, his chin up, striding with some kind of purpose as he stared right back at her. Tohru slowly stumbled back into her seat, overwhelmed by the sense of power Lord Kazuma and Kyo, combined, radiated. Lord Kazuma smiled widely and raised a hand to wave at her, whilst Kyo merely offered a curt nod.

With a jolt of realisation, Tohru understood that they were merely passing through, that they hadn't come over to specifically talk to her. Tohru jumped up again, taking a leap forward as she grasped the back of Kyo's well-fitting jacket, closing her fingers round it as she couldn't stop herself from exclaiming, "No!"

Kyo's head turned back to her, his eyes alight with curiosity, his neck elongating as he looked down to her, his delicious rosy lips parting-

Until they let loose a vulgar word, his face twisting as he doubled over, his arms hooked tightly around his hips, as if they were the only thing keep his balance.

Tohru watched, frozen in place by her confusion. Then Kazuma reached forward, shaking Kyo's shoulders roughly as he sputtered, coughing. Her fingers drifted towards her mouth, the tips touching her lips lightly. She watched the scene unfold itself easily, Kyo straightening slightly, his scowl crooked and face pinched. Lord Kazuma muttered something too quiet for Tohru to hear to Kyo, and the latter shook his head, assuring the lord that he was fine.

Lord Kazuma said something else, glancing up at Tohru for a second, the smile curling on his lips somewhat apologetic, and nudged Kyo. The boy turned round fully, rubbing his neck. He levelled his gaze with her - his eyes were red, and she noticed the dark circles under them.

Se surveyed him quickly, from his black boots to his pin-straight trousers, his crisp shirt, velvet waistcoat, dark coat, his slightly tugged-at cravat to his tan skin, still a sickly pale colour that didn't suit him. He stared at her, his left eye narrowed the tiniest bit, a small white scar bright on his jaw. She wondered idly where he'd gotten it from, but her view was obstructed as Kyo glanced back - moving his neck as little as possible, she noticed - to Lord Kazuma, who gave him a pointed look, before meeting her gaze again.

"I-I'm sorry you had to see that," Kyo said, his voice a little ragged. Lord Kazuma poked his back. Then he added, "And I want to talk to you," in a way that clearly showed he did not want to talk to her, but was obliged to.

But Tohru was glad she would finally be getting some answers.

"...and that is why I need your help. You each run individual businesses, you are, quite obviously, some of the richest men in London, and you are under my command. You shall help when I see fit." Akito took a sip of wine to punctuate, unafraid to look straight into the Lords' eyes. Hatori was downcast, clearly, but not surprised. He knew this was coming. Ayame was still in his shock mode, his hands fluttering around his face, his eyes wide. Shigure was smirking, like he had known about it all along but hadn't let on.

Akito chose to ignore this. She waited for the words that would be said, sickly, maybe, or proudly...

"Such a state you've gotten yourself into, dear Akito," Shigure drawled. "Imagine what society would say if they found out about this. Subject of all the gossip columns, surely... To think, the great Sohma family is in debt."

Akito shot him a look, silencing him but not stopping the sneer on his face. She already knew this. It was shocking. How she'd managed to plunge so far into such a serious problem worried her...and annoyed her. Those men were such sneaking thieves, so cunning and clever. They'd broken the rules, cheated in epic proportions, and so unfairly, too.

Hatori leaned forward, completely serious. "Akito...before... When you left, were you going to try and sort out your debt? Really?"

She gave him a disgusted look, wrinkling her nose. "Of course. I already told you, Hatori, I don't expect to have to repeat myself to the most sensible of idiots like you." Which was quite possibly the kindest thing she'd ever said to him. She was too lovely, she really was. "I suppose I was too naive." Akito sighed, infuriated that she'd been tricked so easily.

Ayame knelt before her, his head inclined in a way that meant he was going to ask her something that she may not want to answer. "Please, dear Akito, do tell: what exactly happened at the warehouse?"

"As if I could tell such infuriating idiots as you, Ayame," she said, her voice cutting.

"Well then...what did Kyo have to do with it?" Hatori asked gravely, his eyes cold.

Akito smirked smugly, propping her chin onto her hand. "Well..."

After Lord Kazuma left, Kyo took a seat inclined slightly towards Tohru's, avoiding her confused gaze as he stared desolately out the window. Tohru's fingernail tapping constantly against the polished wood of the armchair echoed throughout the dusty room, a telltale sign she was impatient to hear what had to be said. Kyo was clearly doing all he could in order to not look at her, and it was beginning to annoy her. Why wouldn't he look at her? Why couldn't he?

Finally, relief flowed through her as he tore his gaze from the elaborate carpeting to her waiting eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but the second he tried the air merely rushed out of his mouth in a sigh, as if speaking was something he couldn't deal with.

Tohru stared back at him expectantly, pursing her lips. He let out another, tiny sigh, and at least spoke up: "I am the result of Yuki's mother cheating with my father and I have a curse and we got attacked and I didn't kill your father but I might as well have and I don't deserve you and I don't know why they're forcing you to do this and you're clearly far happier with that rat and I know I should apologize to you but-" He stopped, his unsteady stream of words dissolving into puffs of air as Kyo's intense eyes, focused solely on hers, narrow.

"I don't know how," he finally murmured, his eyes softening as they trailed down her cheek, watching and waiting for some kind of visible response.

Tohru takes a moment to digest this information. She knew about his family's situation, and she knew about his, and she knew, deep inside of her, maybe he should apologize to her, and that he didn't kill her father, but...she didn't know that even so it was like he had, or if she would be happier with Mr Yuki or that they really were forcing her or that 'they' were attacked or anything...

She took a deep breath and looked back into Kyo's eyes. "Kyo...I know about your parents. I was told what happened..." She refused to acknowledge the panic in his eyes. "And I heard you were cursed, yes." She bit her lip. "But why-"

"You heard about my parents?" Kyo demanded frantically. "You knew- you knew I was cursed?"

Tohru nodded weakly, surprised by his strong reaction. His clenched fist relaxes after a moment, and he turned his bright eyes - Tohru is, again, struck by how red they are - on her and shakes her head. "Then I guess you know about why I...I don't deserve you. At all." His stare wandered away from her, darting from one place to the other. And yet...Tohru didn't understand at all. Being born in a situation like that certainly wasn't Kyo's fault.

The gentleman in question smiled bitterly. "And I guess that explains why you thought I killed your father..." Tohru stared blankly in confusion. "Because I'm so...capable of k-killing...like that."

"Wait," Tohru barked, completely flabbergasted. "I don't understand. Mr Yuki's mother cheated on his father two years after they had Mr Yuki, and you were the result. And that was all...I was told."

"And then his mother felt so guilt that whenever she saw Kyo..."

Mr Hiro's words echoed through Tohru's mind, reminding her of the way he and Lady Kisa had refused to speak of what happened next. That it was something Kyo would tell her.

Something, by the looks of it, he was about to tell her.

"My - Yuki and I's - mother felt guilty when she saw me...or either of us. I suppose she thought it was all her fault I was alive, I guess all the accusations from everyone distressed her, but...I killed her." His eyes widened, as they gazed, clearly not seeing, into Tohru's. "Of course I did." Tohru's brows kneaded together, but she didn't speak. "I think...I drove her to insanity," he murmured, almost childishly. "To be blunt, she committed suicide."

Tohru nodded slowly, unable to speak as he moved topics.

"And the curse is...complicated." He glanced at her through his lashes, which were surprisingly long, and gave her a look which meant he was certainly not about to tell her everything. "It's sickening." His hand drifted absent-mindedly to his wrist, which drew Tohru's attention to the string of black and red beads - it had to have been crafted many years ago, there was nothing around like that anymore, and there were tiny scratches and bumps on the otherwise smooth surface of the beads. "And it's not safe," he added, almost like an afterthought. "It's definitely not safe."

Shigure stretched his legs, the first to move after Akito's malicious explanation. He settled into the centre cushion of the sofa he, Ayame and Hatori were stuffed into, trying hard not to smirk. On one side of him, Hatori was frowning, staring into an abyss, whilst Ayame had chosen not to react, his face void of the usual extravagant emotion.

Akito herself was looking her usual spoiled self, stretched out on the red chaise opposite the trio, observing them with a cool, triumphant look on her face as she took the occasional sip of deep red wine. She looked - she acted - like she was a queen, merely because she was head of the family. It was sick - and so was she.

"So...you took Kyo along because you thought he was...worthless?" Hatori finally questioned, horror evident in his eyes.

"No, I thought it was because he'd never tell!" Ayame protested, flailing hopelessly.

"I thought it was because you were so full of disgust, of contempt for Kyo, that you hoped he would...die?" Shigure's eyes flashed. "Because then charming Miss Tohru would be shocked and scared and helpless, and Yuki would be crushed because Miss Tohru had to be with Kyo, but Kyo would be dead... No wonder you'd be pleased."

"He seemed a very perfect defence," Akito retorted, willing herself not to let Shigure's cruel comments irritate her too much. "Not that it worked," she added bitterly, clearly thinking of the ankle that Shigure knew was swathed in bandages.

"You were better off than Kyo," Shigure reminded her, a little gleefully, remembering the dark eyes Kyo had worn upon his return.

Akito shot him a look, one that told volumes about her disgust for Kyo, and the boredom that poured into her eyes seconds later. She had to admit, the hours in the warehouse were certainly not her finest. Of course, she hadn't realised they would trick her so cruelly, so terribly... They'd cheated, and they were well aware of that. And she had fallen right into their trap...so what did that make her?

Akito chose not to dwell on this, and instantly demanded, "How is everyone? It has been so long since even one has visited me. Remind them of that next time, will you, Hatori?"

Shigure rolled his eyes as Hatori nodded, and replied, "Yuki stills seems a bit devastated, you know, is that not what you wanted?"

Hatori jumped in, sawing Akito from answering. "Hatsuharu misses Isuzu more with each passing day," he told her quietly. He let a pause pass, before asking, his voice a delicate feather, "What did you do to her?"

Akito's face crawled into a sadistic smile, desperate shock clinging to it. "Me? What on earth do you think I what to do with that wicked witch?" Her voice was shaky and uncontrolled, yet she missed this a moment too late. Ayame's mouth hung open in shock, whilst Shigure smirked and Hatori raised an eyebrow dubiously.

"Akito...it's no accident that she fell. It was...terrible. Has there ever been such scandal?" Hatori demanded, his eyes growing cold.

"Exactly!" Ayame agreed strongly. "I've been reading many papers as of late, and the gossip column are just filled with speculations upon us!"

Akito raised her eyes to Ayame's, effectively shutting him up. Then she looked at Hatori. "She deserved it!" she spat, as if telling the truth disgusted her. "She needed something like that! I don't know how you can think of blaming me, she had it coming!"

Hatori was already shaking his head, his palm to his forehead.

Akito ignored this. To unpractised ears, the phrase," Akito pushed Isuzu off a third-floor balcony," would sound like a sweet, simple truth. But to flawless listeners, to the best gossipers, the words, "The enigmatic Lady Akito, charming head of the revered Sohma family, was so terrifically grateful to all those who helped welcome the lovely Miss Tohru Honda into society she slipped and near-fainted into an unsuspecting, yet still wonderfully beautiful Lady Isuzu, who then toppled from the balcony rail and onto the ground below," would be perfect: a dirty, cleverly-hidden secret. It was the sort of thing to appear in the papers, the magazines - it would shift the light to Akito, showing her to be a kind and willing head. But of course, to the most flawless listeners, the best of the gossipers, it would just be an intricate cover of the first statement, merely more sugarcoated and sweet.

Just like Tohru Honda.

Akito grimaced, even though it really had been her idea to wed the girl into the family. To her, it had been a game, amusing till it became boring...and yet it wasn't boring yet. She was making sure of it. She had carefully orchestrated this, and put much more thought into it than she would have cared to admit. Really, pushing Isuzu over the balcony had just been a small happening in the grand scheme of things.

And the scheme was rather grand.

"Well then..." Shigure drawled, his gaze working its way to Akito's. "You still haven't told us about your mystery stroll."

Akito threw his a glare, and ignored this.

"Akito," Hatori said sharply. "What happened at the warehouse?"

"We were attacked," Kyo declared after explaining his relationships with the Sohmas, such as how Mr Hatuharu was probably the boy he was closest to, and that he was always going to hate Mr Yuki.

Tohru's head snapped up at this, trying not to seem too surprised. "Attacked?" she repeated slowly - this was what their conversation was made of, a simple give-and-take, a shocking statement followed by an echoed confusion. "Who by? What do you mean? Where?"

Kyo looked away from her then - the first time he had turned away since the beginning of these confession, since he talked about the curse. They'd burned brightly the whole time, and, however many times she tried to look away, she found herself drawn to him again. Of course, she tried her best to react accordingly, but she found herself unable to perform the simplest of movements - no mouths dropped open, no eyes widened, not even a squawk left her mouth. She sat and merely stared, hoping to transfer whatever emotion felt with her eyes. She felt self-conscious, in a way - she had known Kyo would arrive today, an she'd gone to pains to find suitable clothing: she hadn't wanted so casual that it would seem she had not put any effort in, but she didn't want something so extravagant that it would definitely be questioned. She had chosen a white satin dress, that bound her waist and the sleeves of which reached her elbows. The circular neck showed her clavicles, and softened her already-delicate features. It was trimmed with lace, the skirt full of slight ruffles. Wrapped round her waist was a pale blue sash, perfectly fitted to boast it's smallness.

She rested her chin on her light cyan silk gloves, hoping he couldn't see her fingers trembling. He still hadn't answered her, still hadn't looked at her - didn't he know how rude it was to leave a lady waiting?

He finally dragged his eyes back to hers. She sat patiently, waiting for the answers. He heaved a sigh, then said, "The men Akito indebted herself to." Tohru's forced her eyebrows to stay in their usual position, but couldn't stop a gasp from escaping her lips. "We went to the warehouses to sort it out. I don't really understand..." A small ugliness took hold at the corner of his lips, and his arms were held taut at their sides. "She was meant to be paying them for something-" the ugliness twitched "-but the price escalated... And it had already been bad. Akito has never worked, and now the lords are more independent... I don't know how we were getting money at all." His eyes, which had been murky and glazed over, cleared, and Tohru felt a shiver crawl down her spine. "I think it was a scam."

Tohru nodded, not certain how to understand the situation.

"And then...a fight broke out. Apparently there had been a deal..." Kyo paused, running a hand through his already messy hair, and began again. "There were only meant to be four people. Me and Akito, and two of those guys." Kyo's gaze had turned almost ridiculously cold. "They lied. They had another five or so hidden. When Akito wouldn't agree to the circumstances, they ambushed us. But Akito, she doesn't fight... I didn't know what to do."

Tohru's lips trembled at the guilt tearing Kyo's face in half. "Can you?" she asked quietly. "Fight, I mean."

Perhaps in a distant country, the way Kyo's mouth moved may have seemed like a smile yet to Tohru it seemed like a resentful grimace. His eyes brightened, however, and he nodded. "I was sent to Scotland to train," he confirmed. "I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it..." His eyes clouded over. "...but I couldn't defeat so many people, keeping them intact and defending Akito. She got in the way, although she did manage a spectacular kick to one of them. But then...they got her back." Tohru refrained from cupping a hand round her mouth.

"What happened?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes wide.

"They damaged her ankle - I think the broke the bone, but there was so much blood..." His eyes tore away from Tohru's, and his gaze sunk to the floor, his shoulders hunched. "I became distracted. They talked about kidnapping her. I panicked." His eyes flickered, and Tohru was certain he was picturing the horrors he was speaking of. "I knocked one of them out, but they kept coming, and I-" His voice caught, and Tohru sat up at once. "I lost."

"And...?" Tohru urged, even though she could say the battle raging in his mind, his feet tapping against the plush carpeting.

"They got me down," he replied mindlessly. "They realised my defence, and I collapsed. They stole everything they could. They stole the best clothes, any timepieces, jewellery and any money left from Akito. They didn't beat her, because she's a lady." Tohru pretended her fists weren't shaking in rage. Kyo seemed so vulnerable to her now, and she cursed herself for having kissed Yuki when Kyo had returned, so late, from his outing with Akito. He'd been beaten - he hadn't said so, but it was obvious enough. It would explain the scar on his leg, the way he'd looked so...defeated, dejected, when she'd seen him.

"How bad was it?" she asked softly, unable to stop emotion flooding her voice. However, if he noticed the quivering of her words, he didn't respond.

"It was... It was bad," he managed to say. Tohru tried to catch his eye, but he seemed set on the staring miserably at the floor. I think I was out for a while. Then I woke up, and saw them with Akito..." A shudder ran through Kyo, his chin crashing into his chest. "I almost feel sorry for her."

Tohru had turned scarlet. She couldn't help it. What Kyo was implying, the torture that Akito must have gone through...

"It wasn't that bad," Kyo assured Tohru quickly, clearly figuring out what she thought. "And I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move, and there was so much blood, and they had stolen so much I couldn't make bandages and my fingers weren't working and Akito couldn't dare scream, but she managed to get up eventually." He tucked his full bottom lip under his teeth, and finally glanced up at her.

"I found Kureno after a long time of searching," Akito said, her voice light, her eyes dark.

"Master told me that Kureno told him where I was," Kyo offered after a moment passed.

"That is the story," Akito shrugged, leaning back into the comfort of the chaise.

Shigure's expression had darkened considerably. "Those vermin...kissed you?" he demanded. What else did they do?"

Akito glanced away uncomfortably, which was enough for Shigure.

"Those rats," he growled, perfectly unaware of Hatori and Ayame's surprise. His thoughts were full of revenge for those impudent worms. How dare they touch a goddess like Akito and think they couldn't pay for it?

He grinned artfully, his face so carefully crafted he looked handsome even when plotting something so evil. It was, he supposed, a talent.

The feeling of Kyo's lips against hers had ignited the flames she had felt that first time, before the disastrous carriage ride. Perhaps she hadn't heard the whole tale, perhaps there was more to know, worse to find out, but Tohru couldn't care at all. She had been fixated on Kyo the whole time, and she couldn't let him walk away - as he clearly had been about to - like that. She perched herself, lightly, on his knees, making sure one foot fell flat against the floor, before leaning into kiss him again.

His lips tasted of sunflowers. She wasn't sure how he managed that, but with his ultimate beauty, his terrible flaws, anything seemed possible.

His arm tightened round her tiny waist, and she smiled. It didn't matter that Kyo had disappeared for so long - he was back now.

And he was in her arms, which was even better.

A/N: Hiyaaa! We're at the end! Duuude, so many confession! Jokes, there has to be more :L I just had to tell some things. It was getting boring ;)

Anyways, I am so, terribly, unforgivably sorry (nah, you can forgive me ;) ) that this is sooooo late. But...I think it's alright. Better that some.

But still. Is it too informal? No Yuki this time. Main characters.

Also, Akito...what do you reckon? ;)

Ciao, babessss... Review, maybs? :L Love ya ;)