Sorry guys, it looks like I can't crank out the final chapter until tomorrow. It's gonna be a pretty long one, but it's the last one!

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, come on, Narumi-san! It's just Christmas dinner!"

"Why would I need to go to one of those?"

"Because you have no family or social life and you need to get out and eat Christmas dinner with someone! And who else to go with, but your extremely adorable, beautiful, talented, and really genius Hiyono Yuizaki!"

Ayumu rolled his eyes, "You can't be 'really genius', you twit."

She huffed, but continued about their business, "What about this one, Narumi-san?"

Ayumu glared at the black fabric, "For the last time, you're NOT getting me into that thing."

"It's just a suit, Narumi-san, it's not gonna sting you." she giggled.

He glared at her, then at the suit. He had no idea what she was up to, but he didn't like it. Especially if it had anything to do with him wearing a suit. She even held up an ugly green thing that he could barely even qualify as a suit. It looked more like some demented peice of vegetation.

However, his reluctance gradually did not hold as strong. Especially when she tried on that dress. She had just tried it on for fun, and he only had a glimpse, but seeing her in something with billows and flows nearly struck him like a lightning bolt.

She also managed to try on two more that were honestly just silly, and she knew it, but she had to try them on anyway. One made her look like something out of an ice cream sundae, and the other was some red frilly thing with lots of poinsettias on it. She did look pretty silly, but the truth was that it didn't look too bad on her. Okay, so maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe he could tolerate it, just once. So he browsed the strange formal shop for some kind of suit that he'd be interested in. He would dig around in his closet, but it seemed like nothing in there fit him anymore. Hiyono had even noticed that he was growing. He had to be at least an inch taller.

However, despite there being a huge amount of suits on the racks, his obstinate self decided that he didn't like any of them, and there was no way he was going anywhere near his brother's closet. His brother, the infamous Kyotaka Narumi, and all his junk should remain dead with him.

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They finally did manage to return to the Narumi apartment after Hiyono dropped something off at her house. Apparently, the one dress she didn't show him was the one that she bought. He would never understand her, nor any other female for that matter.

By now, the snow had melted just enough for barely tolerable travel. When they entered the door to the apartment and took off their shoes, Hiyono was still pestering him about a suit, because he ended up not getting one. The truth was, his pride had dictated that he didn't like anything there, and that was the excuse he would make.

Almost as soon as she got in the door, the caramel-haired hound snatched up the phone and began dialing. To tell the plain truth, he wasn't interested in who she was talking to whatsoever and made a resolution to take a shower.

Hiyono squealed excitedly when a small voice at the other end answered the phone, "Did you get it?"

Rio squealed in return, "Of course I got it! Hiyono, you gotta see it!"

The reporter gave a giggle, "I'm sure Eyes had no problem getting a suit out of his closet of a thousand of them!"

Rio sighed, "And he had no problem choosing a color. He said that he probably won't even show up. He says it's boring."

Hiyono rolled her eyes, but changed the subject, "So do you know if Ryoko got hers yet?"

The little mastermind thought for a moment before answering, "I think so, why don't you call her? Careful, though. I think she and Kousuke had a little couple spat or something."

Hiyono nodded, "Got it." With that, she hung up and dialed Ryoko's number. The short-haired runner answered, with a bit of tension in her voice. Hiyono cheerfully remarked, "I hope you have your dress, Ryoko!" trying to cheer up her friend.

Ryoko responded that she did, but she didn't tell Hiyono any more, until the reporter asked about Kousuke.

"Yeah, the idiot has his, but I don't know if he's going to use it. Sorry, Hiyono, I gotta go, see ya."

With that, Ryoko hung up. Hiyono frowned at the phone, turned it off, and called Rio back. The two began excitedly chatting about each others' dresses and pointless random junk. It took a few minutes for Hiyono to notice Ayumu standing in the doorway. When she did see him, she did a double-take, "Oh, Rio, that's awesome! I can't-I uh...I'll have to talk to you later, Rio, bye."

When she hung up, she slowly walked over to Ayumu, a bit shocked, "Narumi-san, you-you're wearing-"

"Don't think that this will happen more than once, got that?"

When she was only about a foot away from him, she reached up to stroke her fingers over the fabric of the midnight blue tuxedo. He watched her hands for a minute before his eyes strayed to her. Almost a bit breathless, she whispered, "Narumi-san, where did you-"

"It was my father's."

Hiyono's wide copper eyes popped open, "Your father's? Narumi-san, you haven't ever said anything about your father!"

At that, he turned his face away from her, "And I'd rather not, can we leave it?"

Hiyono slightly nodded and eventually added shakily, barely able to contain a blush, "You look really really handsome, Narumi-san."

Ayumu gazed at her for what felt like hours. Neither said anything. Hiyono took a small step closer and rested her hands against his chest. He continued staring at her, his dark eyes failing to blink. Having no idea what to do, both had each other in an eye-lock. Hiyono could feel her heart pummeling her eardrums, her throat inexplicably dry. All she could do was stand there, her knees and feet, and entire body for that matter, locked in a still position.

Finally, Ayumu tilted his head down and knocked his forehead with hers, his eyes half-lidded, hissing almost tenderly, "You're so stupid."

Riiiiiiiiiing!

Hiyono jumped, whacking Ayumu's head with hers as she rushed to answer her cell phone. She was clearly flustered and had trouble talking straight. From what Ayumu could gather between his head throbbing and her speaking stigmatism, she was talking to Rio or Ryoko about something. Man, right now he had to go change into something normal and take some Tylenol, or better yet, a nap.

When Hiyono finally hung up and took a deep breath, she turned around and growled at the absent Ayumu Narumi. Oh, it was so on. Her thirst for revenge was renewed and she was ready for battle. He had flustered her and thrown her whole internal organization out of whack that she was beginning to wonder if she could ever function correctly again. She wasn't hungry. In fact, her stomach felt like it was getting sick. Now all she had to do was wait until tomorrow for the climax of her vengeance.

What'd you guys think? Okay, for everyone like me who has trouble distinguishing things, here are the eleven festive garments: The suit Hiyono tried to get Ayumu to try on in the beginning, the green suit she tried to get him to try on, the first dress Hiyono tried on, the ice cream sundae Hiyono tried on, the poinsettia she tried on, the one that she bought, Rio's dress, Eyes' suit, Ryoko's dress, Kousuke's suit, and Ayumu's father's suit.

Speaking of Ayumu's father, I'm sorta sick, and I'm sure Ayumu is too, of everything being about Kyotaka, Kyotaka, Kyotaka. So, I twisted it without giving any info into what happened to Ayumu's parents, because I don't know and I wanna stick as close to the original as possible.

Anywho, last chapter tomorrow guys! To be honest, I can't wait to finish this!