A/N: Yay! After the very looong time, I finally updated! Yipee! Exams are now over and I'm in for graduation practices! No more discussions, assignments and pesky quizzes to bother my upload. And I managed another chapter!

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Chapter 11

Just Now I Realized

Toudou Shizuka's eyes examined every part of Kirisawa Fuuko's humble yet homey place. Her eyes narrowed furiously but still professionally.

"I hope coffee would be fine."

Shizuka politely sipped but still kept her keen eyes on Fuuko.

"I heard everything." She threw the newspaper on her mahogany table. "So, while the cat is away, the mice play, don't they?"

As she glanced at her sharply with a sardonic tone of voice, she gazed at the news article.

The news article with the picture of Tokiya and she on the auction.

"So, what are you implying, Ms. Toudou Shizuka?"

"You're pretending." She chuckled without mirth. "Of course you do know."

"I don't." she replied. "Your fiancée clearly bought me rather forcibly so."

"Oh, are you sure?" she asked back. "My, my. Don't fool me, Kirisawa-san. My fiancée is as attractive, commendable and not to mention financially stable as hell. No unattached woman should mingle or risk her heart and soul. May I correct, offer her heart and soul."

Fuuko's sneer grin lapsed. "Now what? What are you going to do?"

"I know how to play my cards, Kirisawa. I know what I have."

Fiery purple eyes met brown ones.

"Then show it." She accused snappily.

"Are you taking your daughter as a prized possession?"

Talk about her, flirting, she would raise an eyebrow. Talk about her, going out with an attached man, she would be absolutely annoyed. But insult her love as a mother; she would be as furious and vengeful as Satan himself.

She smirked. "Not at all. I'm not using her. Mi-chan loves me."

She returned the sly grin. "We'll see."

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Mikagami Tokiya's mind said nothing but: 'Shit, shit, shit!' (A/N: excuse the cursing, Mi-chan's fuming)

Kirisawa Fuuko stood by the corner, not doing her customary habit of teasing him, yet keeping quiet. She gazed serenely outside the windowsill and sighed.

'I can't keep this up for too long. We must get through this fast.'

The purple head sighed again, unaware that the ice man behind her now noticed her atypical behaviour.

"Fu--Kirisawa?"

She looked back sheepishly. "Uhm…what?"

"Wow." Tokiya sauntered over and gave her an unbelieving look. "My condolences."

"For what?" Fuuko asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"For the death of the head chimpanzee of your clan."

A pan hit poor Mi-chan's head.

"Hey, that's the only reason why you are that…unusual isn't it?"

"Oh, just shut up and do your work."

Mikagami's eyes traveled back to the restless little kids thrashing about the place.

"Goddamn! Won't you all just keep QUIEEEET!!!!!"

Everything stopped and gazed at him. (A/N: yeah, everything, even the toys and books.)

Then went in chaos again.

Chibi Fuuko sweatdropped.

"GGGGGGRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

Mi-chan now completely lost his patience.

"SIIIILLENCE!!! Or else, there's NO SNACKS!"

Everyone abruptly fixed back in place.

Mi-chan sighed.

"At last."

All the children looked on, terrified at the disheveled and raged silver haired bishie wearing a white tunic with bright, bold flower prints.

"WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

Another wail from a five year old child.

His shoulders slumped in defeat; Tokiya gave the child a hug and tried to comfort it.

Teary-eyed, Fuuko silently left the room.

'Tokiya, I guess you'd be happy to have a daughter…if you just knew.'

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'Where the hell is that ape?'

Tokiya jogged on the halls of the tall skyscraper in search for a certain wind goddess. He had turned to every corner and even shouted out at bathrooms, but Fuuko was nowhere to be found.

'Fuuko…where are you?'

He suddenly recalled the forlorn look on her face as she gazed out of the window.

'Fuuko…what's happening…?'

Then, scenes from his previous dream lingered on his mind.

'Fuuko…she, she acted way different since I saw that…silver haired girl and now when she saw children…'

Realizations hit his mind once more, filling empty spaces of the mysterious puzzle.

'No…it can't be…'

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"Then, he told me about a love story."

Fuuko's eyes widened.

"Tokiya-oniichan told you a love story? What is it all about?"

Her curiosity kicked in. Never did Tokiya talk about love or anything mushy.

What could he have told the kid?

"Once upon a time, there was a very handsome and intelligent and talented silver haired bishie. He had hoards of women after him and he could get everything he wanted."

She immediately realized that Mi-chan was talking about himself. 'Still conceited…'

"…Then…Fuuko-neechan, are you listening…?"

"Oh, yeah…so what happened next?" she asked.

"Well, he's too perfect…and then he met a group of dim-witted, obnoxious people. He never wanted to be with them. In the group, there was a sea monkey, a respectable hime and a dense wrestler. Yet, he was forced to live with the two fools."

'Really conceited…'

"But in the group." He paused. "There was a very lovely, unique and interesting wind goddess. She had silky purple hair and a face that could kill a thousand lives with her smile."

Her ears perked up. "Whaaaaat????!!!"

The child seemed to be baffled. "Yes. And then, he fell in love with this goddess with kind nature yet harsh ways…and he especially adored her self confidence and courage."

Her ego was boosted.

"Lately, a sad day came, a day when the bishounen had to leave his wind goddess…"

Fuuko's eyes softened. 'Mi-chan. He left me. Without a word.'

"…He cried to himself a million times…finding it better to die than to be separated with his own hime…"

Her grip of the chair tightened.

'Liar.'

"And he broke her heart. He hoped she could forgive him…"

Thoughts came rushing in…

"He wanted to be with her, even if to just tell her for the last time that he loves her…yet he was given no chance by his father, a wicked, stupid villain."

Tears welled up.

"So, he was forced to live his miserable life without the woman he loved dearly…"

'You're a hypocrite, Mikagami Tokiya.'

Tears fell.

'Forever a traitor.'

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"Where the hell did you come from?" Mi-chan asked without even bothering to look at her.

Fuuko seemed not to here his worried/irritated words as she simply walked pass him and leaned on the clean countertop.

"You're coming back to New York, right, Mi-chan?"

Mikagami looked over his shoulder to her.

"What?"

Her bangs covering her eyes, she repeated. "You're leaving for America, right?"

"Hai." He answered, with a shrug. "The deal is almost over."

"Anou…" she stammered. "So, could you keep your…promise?"

"Promise?" he reiterated, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, that…we won't be meeting after this."

"Why, Fuuko?"

Her head shot up. "What why?"

"Why." He said softly, approaching her. "Why are you pushing me to leave?"

"I…" she paused. "I just…"

"You just wanted to flirt with a million malicious guys and be available again, don't you?"

His statement was sarcastic, but his tone was calm.

"You don't care." Fuuko narrowed her eyes.

"Oh yeah." He agreed. "Just the deal."

"Just the deal." She clinched. "Yeah, of course. Now, may you keep your promise?"

Tokiya was silenced.

Fuuko looked away.

"Why?" he snapped, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Why?!" shaking her violently, he shouted at her.

"Mi-chan, you're hurting me!" she struggled to be free.

"Why?!" he kissed her, harshly. It's not a loving kiss. A brutal, vicious, fierce assault. He nipped at her upper lip and crushed her body into his. Fuuko kicked and punched. But her attempts were futile.

The warmth of his kiss melted her like butter on fire. Feelings rekindled, Fuuko responded ardently as Tokiya's kiss gentled.

Just as they reached their intense moment, Tokiya pulled away and the impact caused Fuuko to fall back.

Dazed, Tokiya ran away, eyes shut tight as he remembered his promise.

No one will hurt Kirisawa Fuuko. If I had to stay away from her to keep her safe, I will.

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Mikagami Takashi didn't bother to look up and even glance at his son as the latter entered the study room/library of their house. He kept his eyes fixed on the papers he was scanning.

"May I talk to you?"

The stern, cold voice awakened his senses.

"About what?" the older Mikagami asked.

"Why." He cuts off. "Did I now win your foolish challenges?"

Takashi dared not reply.

"So." He shrugs. "Now I may do what I want."

"Will you leave me to die?"

"For God's sake, I have sacrificed my everything for you!" he said, exasperated. "I gave up my dreams, and I…"

He paused. Long.

"And I lost the woman I truly loved." He said in almost a whisper. "Didn't I give enough? Can't you let me do what I desire in my life now?"

Tears threatened to fall from his eye sockets, much to his disappointment. How did he manage not to cry about his father's broken relationship with him all those years and now weep for all his past?

Nothing's to be changed now.

Tokiya sighed, then continued. "I'm leaving. Going back to States."

Takashi's eyebrows twitched. "Without Kirisawa Fuuko?"

"Yes." He agreed. "We're off, and I'm never marrying Toudou Shizuka."

"Are you sure?" the seated man asked in conviction.

"Yes I am." He said back firmly. "I'm not marrying her."

"I don't mean Shizuka-san." He cut of. "Are you sure you don't have feelings for Kirisawa Fuuko anymore?"

Tokiya's head shot up. "When did you care about us?"

"I care about this." He flashed him with an angry glare; he whips out of nowhere dozens of pictures of Fuuko with her huge belly and all, her carrying a baby girl with silver hair in her arms, she on the baby's baptismal, the child on the incubator and her first stages as a toddler.

The snapshots float through the air, landing scattered all over the ground in front of Tokiya on the table.

Tokiya's mind goes in a daze. He stares at the photos for a long time.

"Who the hell got Fuuko pregnant?!" he asked hotly afterwards. "Who?!"

Takashi looked at his son with a censorious look.

Apprehension flood Tokiya's mind, now that the missing pieces of the puzzle and being assembled in his head…

"God…I have a daughter."

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A/N: How will everything go now that Tokiya knew about his daughter already? Will he resume to New York now? How will Fuuko react? What will happen to Fuukiya?

Ha, ha, ha. Better be on alert guys, the next chappie might be the last.

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