Chapter 10! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED! I know some of you were like "RUBY UP-DATE THIS SOON" and please forgive me for taking so long. Most of ya know that my old comp. crashed and that's the reason why this story (along with my others) were not up-dated sooner! Anyway, enjoy and please review!

Momo stared at her reflection in front of the mirror, making sure she had no pimples or acne around her face. She smiled as she saw none. She hated those embarrassing pimples. She recalled the giant pimple she had on the top of her nose on the day of her eight-grade graduation party. She had cursed at the spot all day long. Momo wore a black jean-like mini skirt with a white halter top shirt, along with a white jacket, and white flats. She brushed her hair into a high ponytail and left her bangs cascading down the side of her face.

"Momo, are you ready?" Tammie asked, lightly tapping on the door with her knuckles.

"Yeah, I'm coming out." the teen replied, unlocking the door and stepping outside.

Once she did, Tammie crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at her outfit for a second, or two.. Awkwardly, Momo raised an eyebrow.

"W-What's wrong?"

"Your skirt… it's pretty short." Tammie told her seriously.

"I'm wearing pants under, besides it's a little beyond mid-thigh. I've seen shorter skirts, Mom."

Tammie sighed and rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand. "I know, but if I hear that that boy touched you inappropriately, I'm-"

"Mom, Masaru is a nice and respectful guy; he won't touch me. He's the opposite of Toushiro, mom." she told her, walking down the staircase.

Momo glanced at the clock and noticed that Masaru was about to arrive any minute. Slightly patient, she sat down on the couch and stared at the cars drive by through her opened window for she had nothing to do. She had checked herself in front of the mirror a million of times, and was getting sick of seeing herself again and again. She closed her eyes and thought about some things that she shouldn't do during their date. One of the things was to eat properly. Masaru wasn't some type of high class person, but she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him.

"You look incredibly sexy."

Momo opened her eyes and immediately blushed as she saw Toushiro sitting next to her, trying to place his hand on her thigh swiftly so she wouldn't notice. However, Momo was wide awake today, and quickly, she slapped his hand away.

"Keep your dirty hand to yourself." she told him.

Amused by her attitude, Toushiro chuckled and shook his head. "Acting tough, eh? You know that that doesn't work with me."

Unable to reply to that, she rolled her eyes and moved away from him. However, the impressed teen shifted closer to her and placed his arm on her shoulders. Momo released a shaky sigh as chills ran up her back. Why was he ruining the night for her already? Why couldn't he just go away?

"What do you want?" she inquired through her gritted teeth.

"You know who I want…" he whispered into her ear and kissed her temple right away.

Momo shuddered at the feeling of the kiss and shifted further away from him. But once again, Toushiro shifted closer to her.

"Why are you dressed so sexy today, hm?"

"I have a date today with Masaru." she told him with a small smirk on her face.

She noticed Toushiro's frown and all of the sudden, she got a bad feeling.

"Does that friend of yours want to die so soon? Doesn't he know that you belong to me?"

"For your information, you don't own me, and you never will!"

"Never say never, cutie… Things can change." he told her with a smile.

Momo didn't talk back, but smiled once she heard the doorbell. Immediately, she stood up and ran over to the door.

Masaru, you're a life saver!

Momo opened the door and smiled as she saw her crush standing right in front of her.

"You look incredibly wonderful."

"Thanks, so do you." she added with a smile.

"So, ready to go?"

"Uh.. Y-yeah… sure." she said, and quickly turned around to her mother. "Mom, I'm leaving! I'll be back before nine, promise!" she shouted, and after receiving an OK, she skipped out of the house with her arm circled around his.

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Toushiro stood there by himself, angered and somewhat hurt. He denied the fact that he was jealous, and instead, he walked towards his bedroom. Once inside, he looked outside the window and sighed. He hasn't felt this hurt in years, but he wasn't going to let some feeling bring him down! His attitude resembled his mother's and even though he doesn't live with her, nor his father, anymore, he still knew their everyday slogan: If you want something, or someone, so badly, fight for it…

A smirk rose to his handsome features as he dug inside his pocket and took out a knife. He stared at the weapon for a while, and knew his chances with Momo wasn't going away.

All of the sudden, he jumped on the windowsill and then grabbed onto the window. Instantly, he jumped and landed safely on the ground.

Fight for the girl you want… he thought to himself, running towards the street and following the two once he saw them.

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Their journey lasted twenty minutes. During their walk, they had talked about school, friends, college, and their future spouses. Masaru had told her that he wanted her to become his wife for various reasons, one of them was because she would be a great mother. Momo had just giggled at the comment, but she couldn't say the same thing to him. She had tried to say, but her heart (and mouth) didn't let her. She couldn't see him in her future, instead, she could see a certain "ex-delinquent" in her future.

They finally arrived at the beautiful restaurant. Masaru had a table of two saved from them. The table was circular, and it sat in the middle of the room. Momo gasped at the beauty of the French like restaurant. Masaru pushed her seat in once she sat down.

"You like it?" he asked, sitting down.

"Of course, it's beautiful!"

"I'm glad you like it; I told my brother to keep it neat for you."

Momo's cheek reddened and she stared at her lap. A waitress arrived and handed them each a menu. Momo looked at their options and licked her lips at the delicious meals.

"It's all free, by the way." Masaru added.

Even better… she thought, telling the waitress what she wanted. Masaru did the same, and afterwards, the waitress left.

They sat in an awkward silence; Masaru staring at her face and telling how beautiful he was, and Momo staring at the beautiful paintings on the wall.

"So," he murmured, "what occupation do you want to hold when you're older?"

"I was thinking of being an officer, but my mother says that that's a very dangerous position. She told me that at least twenty officers get injure each day in just one town. My second option is a pro-volleyball player."

"Interesting,"

"What about you?" she asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I was thinking a lawyer, or a marine biologist."

"That sounds nice," she said with a smile.

All of the sudden, her body flinched as she felt a pair of warm fingers below her chin. Momo opened her eyes and gasped as she saw his face less than an inch away from hers. Momo's dream was about to come true, however, she didn't want it to happen. She wanted to pull away and tell him that it was wrong, but her mind froze. He closed his eyes and got ready to kiss her, but then…

"Didn't you learn in school to not kiss someone else's girlfriend?"

Momo's eyes widened and she felt her heart bright up. She turned her head and saw Toushiro grab a chair from another table and sit down next to her.

Toushiro, you're a life saver!

Masaru didn't look happy at all. His eyes narrowed and his once beautiful smile dropped into a big frown.

"Excuse me, but what are you doing here?"

Toushiro raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Why can't I be here? I have no right to see Momo?"

"Momo isn't your girlfriend."

"She ain't your girlfriend either."

Masaru glared even harder at Toushiro, but then looked at the entertained Momo. "Can you tell this rat to get lost? He's ruining our date!"

Momo's eyebrows furrowed at the sudden attitude Masaru gave. "Toushiro's not a rat, Masaru." she told him.

"Oh, so you're now defending him?! I thought you hated him!" he snapped at her.

Momo was confused all of the sudden. What has gone into him? Why was he acting this way? Yes, it was odd that she was defending Toushiro, but that was no reason for Masaru to act such way.

"I never hated him," she told him, "Hate is a strong word; I don't hate anyone."

Masaru laughed to himself and shook his head. "You're ridiculous, Momo. This guy here treats you like crap, and you defend him! You're just like every ho I've-"

However, Masaru's yelling was cut short as the back of Momo's hand made contact with his face. Toushiro chuckled at Momo's amazing action. Cheek reddening, Masaru placed his hand on the side of his face and looked up at her. Though, Momo wasn't finished. Once their food arrived, Momo grabbed a bowl of hot soup and threw it towards him. Masaru flinched at the hot liquid.

"For your information, I'm not a ho. Whores are girls who had gone out with you, unlike me. Pftt, and I thought that you were the right one for me… Get lost and don't ever talk to me again." she told him, stomping away right away.

The entertained Toushiro got up and followed her outside.

Momo, ignoring the perverted stares she received from lifeless men, stomped down the street and towards her house. She couldn't believe Masaru's attitude. She thought that he was a sweet guy, one she would be comfortable talking with and never had to worried about hurtful lies; but she was wrong. However, she learned from her mistake. That was the last time she was ever going to talk to him. Just looking at his split personality made her sick to her stomach.

Asshole… she thought, kicking a small rock as she slowed down.

"You never fail to impress me," Toushiro told her as he caught up with her.

Momo rolled her watery eyes as she continued to walk. Seeing her unhappy expression, the ex-delinquent jogged forward and turned around so he was standing right in front of her. Momo halted her walking and looked at him.

"I wasn't impressing you."

"Oh, but you did impress me. I never knew you would stand up for me like that. I was about to cut that guy's throat in half, but seeing that you had everything under control, I chose to sit back and enjoy the show."

"Whatever… I just want to get home. Tonight was the worst night of my life."

She started to walk away, but he grabbed her elbow and pulled her back.

"I can make you smile tonight." he told her.

"How?"

"Like this," he said, pinning her against a fence and pressing his body against hers.

Momo released a shaky breath and looked up at him. Quickly, Toushiro kissed her passionately and grabbed her thigh, slowly pulling it towards his hip as Momo released a moan.

"I'm still not letting go of the deal, Momo." He whispered into her ear.

Momo gasped as she felt something sharp against her stomach. Slowly looking down, her eyes widened as she saw a knife being pointed at her.

"Y-You're crazy," she gasped.

Toushiro chuckled and raised the knife, as if to stab her. Momo closed her eyes, but felt no pain; instead, she heard a loud cry from behind. Opening her eyes, she released a loud scream as she saw Masaru lying on the floor with Toushiro kneeling beside him and a knife pointed at his neck. Masaru gulped and looked up at him.

"H-How'd-"

"I heard your footsteps from behind. Don't mess with me, kid. I'm not your ordinary delinquent."

I'm so sleepy.... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I didn't want to make Toushiro the superhero, so I made Momo do some bitch-slapping in this chapter! XD

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