Another chapter, I'm pretty bored at school so I can submit many chapters they all care for Yuya in one way or another.

This story is kind of depressing really, but I'm feeling kind of emotional lately, so this is the product of that.

Read on peeps:D

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It had been seven years, seven unbearable long years. Seven years without beautiful Yuya. Yuya whom he had fallen so madly in love with, at the first sight of her. She had caught his eyes, and would not let him go.

He would always sit in his and Mahiros bedroom at night, writing in his heavy book about the longing he felt for Yuya.

Even if he had the most caring wife and protector in the world, he could not let the memory of Yuya go, neither the hope of one day seeing her again.

He knew that Mahiro always cried herself to sleep when he didn't join her in the evening to go to bed. Because she knew that then he would sit up and think about Yuya.

Hidetada was a caring husband and a great shogun, but his heart was at its limit, and had been there for seven years.

Mahiro knew that she would never achieve Hidetadas heart or true love, because his heart and love laid with Yuya, and Yuya was gone.

She had never seen true love in Hidetadas eyes, they were empty.

Not even when Mahiro had born him a son, a healthy son. Hidetada had been happy, indeed he had, but there was nothing more. It was like he couldn't love the child as much as he would have loved Yuyas child.

Mahiro also knew that he was afraid to let go of the memory of Yuya, afraid that she would someday come back and tell him that she loved him, and no one else.

Mahiro knew, that, that would never happen and that Hidetada was a blind fool to not see the truth.

Mahiro knew…everything Hidetada didn't, but still she was to kind to tell him.

R&R please:D