Sorry it's been a while since I updated! I hope this chapter is okay... I changed my mind a billion times, but this is the storyline that I liked the most in the end.

Enjoy!

It wasn't too shocking for Yahiro, when he came into his company that following Monday, to see his subordinates gossiping about him, some of them hissing rumors rather scandalously right in front of him (although they made a poor effort to cover their whispers behind their hands).

After all, the last time they had seen their "ice-for-blood President Saiga", he had been hurriedly buttoning up his shirt as he chased his wife out the building.

Yahiro gritted his teeth as his secretary, who was normally quite polite, gave him rather cool responses. He was tempted to fire her to scare people into behaving, but when he thought about it, she was a good secretary, he did somewhat deserve this treatment, and firing her would only increase the gossip about him mistreating his employees.

His phone rang and when he pressed the accept button, the secretary's voice sounded even colder than before.

"President Saiga, your wife is on the line."

"…put her through."

Yahiro's brow creased in worry. Was something wrong?

"…Yahiro?"

"Don't speak too much," he warned. "What is it, Megumi?"

"…I just received a really strange letter."

"Hm?" he flipped through a file. "What letter?"

"…it's a reminder. A reminder to appear in court tomorrow."

Yahiro promptly dropped the file.

"Ignore it, Megumi," he said sharply, but he knew it was too late.

"Why do you have a court summon?" she asked shakily. "This… This is a Tsuji Financial Group letterhead. Why is Ryuu-nii summoning you to court? What's going on?"

"…Megumi, I already told you, it's nothing."

"…if you won't tell me…"

Yahiro blinked as he heard the click of the phone hanging up. And then he pieced it together.

"Dammit!"

"Megumi!" Ryuu smiled brightly at her. "Come in!"

He opened the door and allowed the petite girl to enter. She gave him a weak smile.

\I brought something for you, Ryuu-nii./

"Oh?"

Megumi held out a box of Kyoto sweets, and Ryuu's eyes lit up.

"Thank you," he smiled, gently placing a hand on the small girl's head. "It's very considerate of you."

Megumi gave him a smile back, but he could easily see the strain.

"Megumi? Is something wrong?"

Megumi bit her lower lip as Ryuu ordered a maid to bring out a tea set for the two of them to enjoy with the confectionaries.

"…Megumi?"

Megumi took a sip of sweet mint tea before taking a deep breath.

\Ryuu-nii… why are you suing Yahiro?/

Ryuu nearly dropped his cup.

"Did he tell you?" he asked bitterly. Megumi slowly shook her head.

\A reminder of the summons came in the mail today./

Ryuu released a sigh, setting down his untouched tea.

"I didn't want you to find out, Megumi. I was afraid you'd be against it."

\I am against it!/ Megumi held out her eraser board, hands shaking. \You're suing my husband!/

"Don't call him that. Please," Ryuu said, voice strained. "How can you forgive him for what he's done?"

\Yahiro has proven to me that he does not intend to make his mistake again./ Megumi reassured him, but Ryuu's stubborn gaze didn't falter.

"I refuse to believe that. As far as I'm concerned, Yahiro murdered his own child."

\You can't say that!/ Megumi protested, but Ryuu shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Megumi, but the entire Special A is with me on this. Even Sakura thinks Yahiro deserves to be punished."

"But-!"

Ryuu paused when he saw his precious younger sister open her mouth. She took a deep breath and looked up.

"I am sorry, Ryuu-nii," she swallowed. "But if you sue Yahiro, I will not be on your side."

Ryuu felt a sharp ache in his heart and he shook his head. "Megumi… I will say this because I am concerned for you… why are you being so naïve?"

Megumi blinked in surprise. She had never heard Ryuu-nii being so harsh to her.

"R- Ryuu-nii?"

"Can't you see this is killing me?" he whispered softly. "It's killing me, because I know it hurts you to see Yahiro in a position like this, but it's even worse, when I see him near you. Like he thinks he deserves to be by your side. As far as I've seen, the only person who at the least deserves to be by your side is Kaneshiro Yuuichi."

"…but I love Yahiro," Megumi said softly. "There's no denying that."

"After what he did?"

"I loved him even then," she murmured. "I didn't trust him, and I certainly hadn't forgiven him, but my love for Yahiro has never changed."

Ryuu couldn't help but to feel both admiration and exasperation for the innocent songbird.

"In that case…" he said hesitantly, then cleared his throat. "We will see each other on opposite sides of the courthouse, I guess."

Megumi slowly nodded and made her way to the door. For some reason, it felt like she was leaving somewhere familiar and going very far away… she turned around once to look at Ryuu.

"Good-bye, Ryuu-nii."

And she knew then that her relationship with Ryuu-nii had completely changed. He gave her a gentle smile, but it was different. It was the smile he gave the other members of Special A. Even though it was a friendly, warm smile, it was not the smile he would always give to her and Jun. Both of them knew it; their once unbreakable bond was gone.

"Good-bye… Megumi-chan."

Megumi took a deep breath as she stepped into the house… then blinked in surprise.

"Yahiro?!"

"Idiot!" he scolded immediately. "Don't speak!"

She nodded and held out her eraser board.

\What are you doing home?/

"What does it look like?" he raised an eyebrow. "Your beloved husband has just come home, wife."

Megumi paused, eyes widening as she turned pink, unused to being called that endearment.

\You came home early to eat dinner with me?/

"I didn't say that!" he retorted, but couldn't stop a blush from suffusing over his face. Megumi smiled, before rolling up her sleeves.

"Thanks," Yahiro leaned back, rubbing his stomach. "Who knew you were so good at cooking tonkatsu?"

She smiled and looked down. Yahiro knew what it meant; she still felt a little offhand by having him compliment her so much.

"Yahiro…"

He was about to retort for her to not speak, but froze when he saw the tears sparkle in her eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me Ryuu-nii is suing you?" she said quietly. He stayed silent.

She visibly shook in front of him. "Why didn't you say anything? I didn't know…"

He opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Yahiro hastily excused himself before going to the door. He was not expecting the person on the other side.

Kaneshiro Yuuichi gave him a cool look. He looked as sinfully handsome as usual, in an expensive designer jacket and slacks. His swept blond hair, however, hid the clear distress in his azure eyes.

"Yahiro? Who's at the-?" Megumi paused, eyes widening. "Yuu-kun?"

"Can we talk?"

Yahiro's arm almost automatically shot out in front of his wife in a guarded stance as he stopped her from taking a step.

"I'd rather you two didn't."

Yuuichi chuckled humorlessly.

"Still as possessive as ever, Saiga," he shook his head. "But that's not what I meant. I meant, can I talk to you, not Megumi."

Megumi and Yahiro exchanged a glance, before Yahiro slowly grabbed his coat, and followed Yuuichi outside.

"…it's the court date tomorrow." Yuuichi leaned against the bike railing, looking up at the stars.

"And?" Yahiro knew he was simply looking up so that he wouldn't have to look at him.

"By tomorrow, you'll be divorced from Megumi."

"…why would-?"

"Ryuu's legal department has found a way that, if they find you guilty, you'll be forced to divorce Megumi on the grounds of domestic abuse."

"…that's legal?"

"This is Tsuji Ryuu we're talking about. His family will make it legal."

"…what exactly is it you want?"

"…let Megumi go," Yuuichi said steadily. "I'm asking this of you."

"Why should I?" Yahiro immediately responded. "She loves me now. She loves only me. She's always loved me."

"And you choose now to realize it?" the Kaneshiro furiously stood up, now gazing straight at Yahiro. "What do you know about love? Do you know the feeling? Do you know how it feels to see the one person you'd die for get her heart broken over and over? Oh no, wait," he sneered. "You would. After all, Tadashi-kun used to pretend he didn't feel anything for Akira-san."

Yahiro flinched, but didn't back down. He chose instead, to open his mouth.

"I… should probably thank you."

Yuuichi gave him a confused look.

"I didn't realize how important Megumi was to me, until you tried to steal her from me."

"…"

Yahiro sort of had expected the fist flying towards him, but even he was a little surprised at the amount of force Kaneshiro Yuuichi put into it.

"You know… I actually don't hate you all that much," Yuuichi said calmly, observing the fallen Yahiro who didn't bother to pick himself up. "In fact, I find it admirable that you've been trying to own up to your mistake. But, you're too late now. Megumi should be mine. Megumi is mine."

"You're wrong," Yahiro gently brushed his lip, swiping away the blood as he sat up. "Nobody owns Megumi. But… the song she sings is only for me."

"…you really love her."

"I do," Yahiro responded calmly without hesitation.

"…then let her go."

"…"

"Do you really think she can be happy with you?" the blond man pointed out. "After all you did to her, I still find it a miracle she forgave you for all that."

"…I do too," he murmured. "That stupid girl…"

"Let her go, Saiga Yahiro," Yuuichi turned away and began to walk back home. "Let her go for her sake."

"What did Yuu-kun want?"

Yahiro didn't respond, brow furrowed. Megumi leaned over and poked his cheek.

"Yahiro?"

"Hm?" he looked up and gave her an easy smile that she saw through. "What is it?"

She sighed. If he didn't want to talk, he didn't want to talk. Yahiro's expression suddenly went grave.

"Megumi…"

"What is it?"

He hesitated, before taking her hand. Megumi blinked in surprise as Yahiro clutched that slender, small hand between his own palms.

"Do you love me?"

"…yes," she answered honestly. It was all the answer he needed. He stood, still grasping her hand within his own, and led her into the bedroom. It was like a spell; once the door to their bedroom closed, the magic of silence was broken, and soon, she was on the bed again, her husband's large frame covering her own small, lithe body.

Megumi let out a sound of surprise as Yahiro rather desperately tugged on her dress.

"Yahiro…" she whispered. "What's-?"

"Shh…"

She relaxed, and opened her body to her husband, and soon, the two were dancing in their own world, their hands curiously reaching for each other's bodies.

But…

Megumi couldn't help but to wonder why a tear slid down Yahiro's cheek as they made love.

Megumi stubbornly refused to let Yahiro go to the courthouse alone the next morning, and so the couple drove together to the court, Megumi unable to sit still, while Yahiro's face was his usual mask of stone. The sky was filled with dark, gray clouds, as if the weather was in turmoil due to the couple's troubles.

When they pulled up into the parking lot, Megumi was about to exit the car, but Yahiro suddenly stopped her.

"Wait."

She turned to him.

"Before we go in…" he hesitated. "We still have some time. Could you… sing me a song?"

She smiled at him. "I will, after the-"

"No. Right now."

Megumi's eyes widened. "Here?"

"Yes."

"But there's no-"

"It's okay. Just sing. Please."

Megumi blinked, but smiled. "All right. What should I sing?"

"Anything's fine," he leaned back in his car seat, closing his eyes. She hesitated.

Should I sing a pop song? Maybe an American song? Or, there's that ballad that's been popular recently…

She pondered over it, and then decided that today was a day for luck. She would sing a lucky song.

"Himo wo toite mieta kokoro no oku…"

Of course she'd choose this song…Yahiro thought wryly, as the song she had first sung for him successfully, filled the car. She wouldn't know it's secretly killing me. Why does this have to happen?

He couldn't help a smile at the melody. He would never get tired of her voice. Ever. Just as she hit the high note, Yahiro finally couldn't take it anymore.

Megumi's song was interrupted as Yahiro suddenly grabbed her and fiercely wrapped his arms around her.

"Wh- What?! Yahiro, what's-?!"

"Just… Just let me hold you like this."

Megumi was beyond confused now. Why was her husband acting so strange? Was he really that scared of losing this case? The legal department in his company was one of the best… she didn't think he had much to be scared of.

And yet, he clung on to her like she was only lifeline. He buried his face in her shoulder, musing that she was probably worried for his sanity. After all, he never was the hugging type before.

Yahiro slowly released her, then smiled.

"The trial starts in half an hour. Why don't you wait in here until then?"

"O- Okay…"

His tone didn't really seem open for argument. Megumi watched as he left the car. He silently gazed at her one last time through the window, before he walked away.

Megumi walked up the steps towards the courthouse, taking a deep breath.

As she approached the top, she could see the S.A. waiting for her.

"Everyone…"

"Megumi…" Hikari gave her a smile the best that she could. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Why is everyone-?"

"Why is everyone just waiting outside?"

Megumi turned around to see Yahiro approaching them. She shook her head in confusion.

"Yahiro, where were-?"

"God, shut up, woman."

Megumi's eyes widened as the Special A stepped forward, a protective look crossing their faces.

"I can't wait for this stupid trial to be over," Yahiro said in an annoyed voice, passing them as if nothing was wrong. "Let's just get this done."

Megumi could only stare at him.

"Yahiro!" she finally managed out. "What are you-?"

"Don't say my name so familiarly," he snapped. "We're getting divorced today."

"Wh- What?!"

This is a bad dream… the trial isn't actually today. There is no trial. This can't be real. What is he doing?

Megumi's head spun.

"N- No…" she said weakly, reaching out to him, but he simply continued to walk towards the large double doors.

"Yahiro."

He ignored Kei calling after him, face lowered. He would end it today. Because he was walking forward, he didn't see Akira and Ryuu exchange a glance before the two of them ushered the group into the courthouse.

The trial seemed like a blur to Yahiro. He could dimly hear the Tsuji representative tearing him apart, but at the moment, he was too much in a daze to really focus. When the representative brought up Saiga Haruki, Yahiro's mind began to wander.

I wonder if Haruki would have liked business. Or maybe he'd be like his mother and be more into the arts. I wonder if we could have made siblings for him.

He couldn't help the slight smile at that idea, much to the representative's chagrin.

"And you see this, Your Honor?" he snapped. "Absolutely no respect to the court!"

"Can we get this over with?" Yahiro asked boredly. "I have a divorce to get to."

That made everyone in the court freeze, until the judge finally cleared his throat.

"How do you plead?"

"Guilty."

Yahiro didn't even bother to hesitate as the judge nodded at his response.

Megumi simply sat with the Special A in shock, frozen, as a single thought came into her mind.

Oh no… he's doing it again. I thought he stopped so long ago… he's playing the villain again.

What do I do…? What do I do? Yahiro still hasn't forgiven himself in the end! He thinks I want this!

Megumi could only watch in horror as the judge began to speak.

"Then, in favor of Tsuji Financial Group, Saiga Yahiro, you-"

Megumi suddenly stood up, and everyone turned to her. She took a deep breath. There was only one thing she could do to stop this.

"I don't know what you were thinking," Yahiro scolded as Megumi stared at her feet. "You could have strained your voice."

Of course… she blew up a courthouse, and the first thing he cared about was the strain on her voice. Megumi couldn't help the tiniest of smiles to herself before smoothing it back to her ashamed expression. Yahiro unlocked the front door to their house, before the two of them entered. Yahiro stayed still, as Megumi walked into the living room, rather lightheartedly.

"I… don't deserve to be by your side."

Megumi suddenly felt a flare of anger within her. She whirled around and stomped over to him, eyes alit with fury.

\Yahiro… you're an idiot!/

"Call me what you want. But I-"

"Why can't I choose my own happiness?" Megumi cried out. "I want… I want you to stop thinking that you're always the villain! Please! Yahiro…"

"But-!"

"NO BUTS!"

Yahiro actually jumped. This was the first time he had seen Megumi so angry.

"If you divorce me," Megumi glared at him fiercely. "I will come after you and propose to you again! And if you say no, I'll just keep trying, because I love Yahiro, and-!"

Before she could finish, Yahiro trapped her against the wall, his long arms on either side of her head.

"You… are talking too much," he growled. "You can say what you want, but at least use the stupid eraser board."

Megumi nodded and wrote down a simple sentence.

\Please don't divorce me, Yahiro./ she begged, her eyes pleading. \I am happiest when I am with you./

"…I hurt you."

\You healed me./

"I killed Haruki."

\You weren't the one driving the car./

"I… I purposely dangled Akira in front of you," he tried in vain. Megumi didn't even bat an eyelash.

\You love me more than you love Akira./

Yahiro paused in surprise. Well… he certainly hadn't been expecting that.

"Well… I don't know where this sudden burst of confidence came from, Mrs. Saiga," Yahiro smirked. "But I rather like it."

That was the last sentence either of them heard for a while because in the next second, Yahiro swooped down, and claimed her lips within his own.

After their rather mature kiss, he parted from a very pink Megumi.

"Hey... Megumi..."

She looked up at him, and could see the discomfort and self-consciousness in his dark purple eyes.

"Are... Are you sure?" he whispered. "Can I make you happy? Will... Are you willing to try with me?"

The smile Megumi gave him was enough.

"I don't know whether to be happy or upset you're here to see me," Yuuichi said lightly as he sat next to Megumi, a hot latte in his hand.

Megumi didn't look at him, intent on observing the kids playing soccer nearby from the park bench she and Yuuichi shared.

"So… what did you want to talk to me about?" Yuuichi finally asked. He was either going to be very happy or very sad at the end of this conversation. Might as well get to it.

"…I love you."

Yuuichi promptly dropped the latte. The steaming drink stained his expensive leather shoes, but he was too busy staring at Megumi in shock to notice.

"Wh- Wh- Wh- Wh- Wha-?"

"I love you, Yuu-kun," Megumi said solemnly. "You… asked me before, if I had ever felt anything for you. I did, but…"

"But…?"

"…it was the crush a girl has for her idol. To me, Yuu-kun was the older brother I always admired and thought of as the perfect person."

"…"

"I love Yuu-kun… but not in the way you want me to," Megumi lowered her head. "I'm sorry."

Yuuichi inhaled sharply. Even though she had gently turned him down numerous times, it seemed like this one was too permanent.

"S- Stop…"

"I'm sorry, Yuu-kun," she looked down, but gathered her courage and fiercely raised her head. "I can never be with you!"

"No… stop…" he begged. Megumi complied, but knew the message had gotten across. She just wished she didn't have to be so harsh about it.

"I…" Yuuichi's voice visibly shook, before he cleared his throat. "I really loved you, Saiga Megumi."

She smiled at him, knowing there was nothing she could say to that. He returned her smile with a sad one of his own, before he stood and left her on the park bench. Megumi felt her vision blur as she silently cried, watching his slowly disappearing back.

One more chapter to go! Phew... hope you guys didn't mind it too much _