It was a beautiful morning in spring; the cherry blossoms were just beginning to fall, leaving a thick pink and white carpet on the ground. Kyou and I woke up to find the weather warm and pleasant, it had been raining the past few days and Kyou had been unhappy. Something had happened that he hadn't wanted to talk about, I wanted to know but I knew better than to question him. He seemed more relaxed and happier; he was constantly fiddling with the bead bracelet at his wrist. He was better to be around as well, giving me kisses and hugs all the time, even if it meant becoming a cat. I was confused at to what brought about this change, but left it to the clearing of the rain.

I remember this morning with particular detail, as I have the night by the cherry blossom tree. Somehow the cherry blossoms seem to have been tied in with my fate over the years; and that morning when we went downstairs to eat breakfast and watch some TV I feel that the carpet of cherry blossoms on the ground, looking like snow stained with light-coloured blood, somehow knew what would happen next, and that I would have as much control over it as I had control over the changing of the seasons. As Kyou and I went down the stairs, I pointed out the beauty outside through the window. He had hit me lightly on the shoulder, saying that I was a sissy and that guys like him did not care what the colour of the cherry trees were. The only thing that interested him was the colour of the deepest pink blossoms, remarking how much they looked like blood. I hit him back, laughing.

"What shall we watch?" I asked him.

"I don't mind, as long as it isn't Mogeta." He said, I laughed, he had told me about that expedition to the cinema with his cousin Kagura. I had been upset that I hadn't spent either Valentine's Day or White Day with him, but he had explained about the influences of his family and I had given up.

"Ok, we won't watch Mogeta. How about Gravitation?"

"You watch yaoi??" he looked shocked.

"Hey it is just an anime! Fine then, Blue Submarine no. 6? It has violence in it.."

"Yes!" he instantly sat down on the sofa.

I put on the anime for him and went to fix breakfast. For some reason Kyou hated cooking, he didn't believe in making food look pretty or taste nice. I had tried to make him cook once, but he got mad and sulked in the corner. I cracked the eggs into the pan and turned on the music.

"How much bacon do you want?" I yelled at him.

"Dunno.. but im starving."

I sighed, guys were bottomless pits. I put in three rashers for him and one for me, and sat listening to the music and the TV while everything started to cook.

The morning went as usual; we ate our breakfast together, washed up and then got dressed. We lounged around on the sofas for a while, kissing. But then it was time for him to go to his dojo and train. I let him out the door,

"I love you." He said, kissing me before he left.

I kissed him back, delighting in everything around me.

"What do you think you are doing?"

I looked down at the pavement, to see my dad standing outside a big black car, looking extremely angry.

"What do you think you are doing? Do you know who that is?"

"Dad?"

"I said do you know what you are doing?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could reply Kyou stiffened next to me, looking inside the car.

"Akito." He said, voice filled with hatred and fear.