I'm very sorry, I meant to update over the weekend but it was extremely busy, also there are implications in this chapter so if that offends you I apologise I didn't write details but if people would like that I can always do it later on, this chapter doesn't give a lot away in regards to that because next chapter there will be some drama, thank you to everyone whose following and favouriting this story it really motivates me to move my butt and continue to write and also thank you to the lovely hiyoritsu who is basically my beta reader I appreciate all the help

Yuri's Pov

It had been a few days since the incident in the hall with the red head had occurred and the kiss I'd shared on the same day with the brunette.

I was thankful enough not to run into either of the men that had been on my mind constantly, still trying to sift through the vast sea of emotions that haunted my every waking step.

What did all this mean?

I hadn't gotten answers from either of them in regards to what was going on between us and soon my life had become a downwards spiral in all the wrong directions.

My boss had forced me to take a few personal days, thinking my recent mood had been a result of losing the young girl recently. If that had been the case things would've certainly been easier for me to work out.

So here I sat, in the small café I'd always come to nose deep in a book, reading only the same line over and over again.

'He told her he loved her'

Was it that Hiro loved me and Mikoto merely lusted after my body?

Where they both in lust?

When did I become attracted to either of them?

Was I truly attracted to either of them?

"Excuse me, miss. Your tea."

When the young waitress's voice broke through my thoughts, I turned my gaze up towards her, envious of the carefree smile that tugged from her lips while I sat here going further down the spiral that had become my life.

"Thank you."

Accepting the cup from her, she quickly retreated, going back to the other customers who required attention form the pretty young woman.

I wondered if she had ever been so truly lost to emotion that she cursed the life she had grown so used to.

Was leaving an option? Running away from my problems was something I had done before. That's why I had left my mother and come here when she went on and on about finding suitable marriage candidates.

How would she handle this? By weighing up the pros and cons of each man and going from there? Was that even an option?

I knew little about Mikoto other than the key piece of information that still haunted my dreams.

He was the red King. There was no doubt in my mind.

That very same red that taunted me around every waking corner. So why couldn't I push him away? Was I simply just drawn to him because of the aura he had or was it more then that?

"Yuri."

I heard a soft voice call out towards me, tugging on the sleeve of my shirt I saw white hair and big red eyes looking at me with concern.

"Anna?"

I had to question what the young girl was doing here on her own. There was no one else in sight, so had she run away?

"Are you alright?"

She gave me a simple nod, pulling herself into my lap a happy smile plastered across her face.

"Did you run away?"

She nodded yes once more as if it was nothing, while her eyes came to rest on the book in my hands.

"I never thought you'd read romance novels."

Her little voice reached my ears once more while I tried to work out what had just happened and why she'd ran away to me for that matter.

"I was doing some research. Now the real question is why you are here Anna?"

Her gaze travelled towards the floor like a child being scolded by their parent and to anyone else watching this situation no doubt it must have looked like it. Her small eyes filled with tears and she tugged herself closer to me.

"Anna."

I looked down at her trembling form, wondering how she had come to be in this state or which one of them had said something hurtful to cause such pain to her.

"Can I stay with you?"

I couldn't deny her request so I merely nodded, unable to speak the words for fear she'd put too much hope in a person who couldn't put hope in themselves.

"Come now, it's getting dark. Shouldn't you go home?"

I tried to urge her to leave my side, but it was hopeless when her hand clung to mine tighter than before.

"Alright. Come on."

Pulling her towards my apartment, I offered her an oversized shirt I owned. It hung to her knees while she crawled into my bed and made herself comfortable. Her small even breathes were heard soon after and I couldn't help but smile at the innocence she had.

I made myself comfortable next to her before drifting into my own slumber, wondering if she'd answer my questions tomorrow.

- 1.52am

I groaned in response to the knocking on the door, hoping that if I left it maybe they'd get the hint and finally leave.

'Knock'

'Knock'

'Knock'

It become louder and more frantic with each passing second. Giving in to the reality that I would indeed be getting up, I managed to pull myself away from the young girl who was sleeping soundly inside my arms and got out of the bed.

I slowly made my way towards it, wondering who could be here at this hour.

When I finally managed to pull it open, the sight surprised me.

Familiar red hair stood there, an almost frantic expression across his usually emotionless face, while his eyes glowed red when he finally reached for me.

"Is Anna here?"

His voice was rough and harsh, laced with only a small hint of hope. I noticed how tired he looked. Had he been searching for her all this time?

"Yes, she's asleep."

I noticed his shoulders drop, releasing all the tension he'd held inside of him. This was something I hadn't quite expected.

His expression was soft when his eyes finally lingered over my body. I couldn't help but blush, realising I'd only worn some small shorts and a singlet to bed.

"I'm sorry. I should've called someone, but she was just so upset and couldn't bring herself to leave my side."

I tried to offer him some form of comforting words, but his eyes suddenly landed on my lips glazing over them with what I assumed to be lust.

I found myself being pushed further back into my apartment, the door slamming closed behind the two of us.

His lips slowly found mine, fighting for the dominance over the kiss, his tongue searching every inch of my mouth. I could feel his hands running down my sides, tugging on the shorts that where hugging my hips.

Our clothes soon became a mixture on the floor of the entranceway, while we soon became one against the floor of the lounge room.

My lips had become bruised and swollen by the end of it and my body ached in ways I'd never experienced before, but my mind still wandered.

What was that?

And why had I allowed it to happen?

I tried to close my eyes, begging my mind to give me a few moments of peace, but it seemed inevitable and the longer I laid beside the red head the more thoughts rose to prevent the sleep I so desperately wanted.

Was this only a one-time thing?

Is that all he wanted?

Did I want more than this?

Did he want more than this?

Or was this just our lust being filled?

I don't know how long I laid there in his arms. His protective grip never loosened, while my mind began to spiral down once more.

I need to get away. I could see the sun peeking through the curtains, taunting me that it was already morning and I had minimal sleep to help me through the new day.

I looked over at the sleeping red head. His face seemed content and a small smile lingered against his lips.

His arms continued to hold me as he pressed my body against him and I couldn't help but notice the peaceful look forming across his features.

My body moved on its own, pulling the hair away from his eyes while a smile tugged from my very own lips. For once, he truly looked at peace with himself.

Once I realised what I had done, I quickly decided to detach myself from him, throwing a blanket in his direction, wanting to hide anything that had happened between us from the young girl still sleeping soundly in my bed.

I retreated into the bathroom, sighing over the few red marks that lingered on my skin.

Getting into the shower, I let the water wash away everything my mind had lingered on.

I wanted nothing more than to feel clean from the thoughts that plagued me.

I heard the door open and close, while my gaze turned towards my visitor and I was surprised to see the young girl standing there happily, her big red eyes looking up into mine.

"Is something the matter, Anna?"

Shaking her head no, I quickly turned off the running water, reaching for my towel.

"Did Mikoto sleep here to?"

Her question was innocent enough. I had no doubt she had spotted the red head sleeping on the lounge room floor earlier, but how did I explain this to a child?

"Yes, he was worried about you."

She gave me a bright smile and laced her fingers in mine, as I guided her back towards my bedroom.

"He looks happy."