The annoying buzz of a cellular device followed by an upbeat and catchy ringtone woke Sadja from her half hour nap. Groggily holding the phone to her hear, Sadja mumbled some incoherencies before hearing a loud squealing and Tamaki's incessant blabbering from the other side.

In the midst of Tamaki relaying his story to her, Sadja checked the clock on Koemi's nightstand, rubbing her eyes from her much needed sleep she sat up in the bed. "I'm assuming Kyouya accepted your proposal?" She asked, interrupting Tamaki in the middle of his tale.

"Yes! How did you know? Did he tell you?" Tamaki asked pausing his story to listen intently.

"No, it was an assumption." She replied steadily. She heard Tamaki sigh from the other line before it went quiet. She eyed Koemi's bedsheets, mentally preparing her for what she knew Tamaki was about to say.

"Have you two even…tried to talk it out?" Tamaki breathed. From the strain in his voice, Sadja assumed he had been holding the bridge of his nose.

"There's nothing to talk about. What's done is done, what would talking solve?" She replied icily. Dragging a hand over her face, Sadja yawned.

"There's a lot for you two to talk about, I don't like seeing you guys this way." Tamaki murmured softly.

"I thank you for worrying about my well being, but I'm fine. Instead of worrying about me, why don't you talk to Haru-kun?" Sadja asked, adding a foreign lilt to her tone.

"Don't call her that," Tamaki replied quickly.
"Hey now, that's what they called her at the club, right?" She challenged him, looking at the phone from the corner of her eye.

"Yes, but –"

"Alright then." Sadja finished interrupting Tamaki. "I've got to talk to Koemi, I'll speak to you later."

She heard Tamaki babble something along the lines of 'wait, hold on' before she ended the call. Removing herself from Koemi's bed, Sadja stood and stretched upwards. Hearing her limps pop slightly, Sadja blanched.

"I'm too young to be feeling this old," she muttered. Scratching her head she walked out of the room to be greeted by the smell of Koemi's cooking. Closing the bedroom door behind her, Sadja made her way down the steps of the condominium. Entering the den, she followed the smell into the kitchen where she saw Alula at the countertop sitting at the edge.

Alula smiled happily as she watched her aunt walk into the room. "Aunty!" she exclaimed happily. Sadja walked forward and pushed Alula's hair out of her face. "Did'ya sleep good?"

Sadja nodded and pressed a kiss to Alula's forehead. "Yeah, I slept good."

"Now that you're up, it's time for you to explain what makes you think this plan of yours is a good idea." Koemi stated calmly from the stove.

Sadja snorted and shrugged. "It's not a good idea. It's not likely that it would get traced back to us, but you know, you'd probably guilt yourself into turning yourself in."

"I don't have guilt issues," Koemi replied simply.

"Is that right?" she replied after awhile. Sadja eyed Koemi over and grinned. "You aren't with the father of your child because you didn't want the press to say things about Rai. Even though they would say things about Rai anyway."

"Oh shut up." Koemi grumbled angrily. Sitting down at the granite island in her kitchen, she eyed the seat across from her. "Aren't you going to sit?"

Sadja nodded and sat across from her and next to Alula. Alula smiled up at her mother and aunt, before jumping down from the stool. "I'm gonna watch tv," she said happily.

"Okay, honey." Koemi replied smiling. Alula grinned happily before running out of the kitchen. Moving her eyes back up to the girl across from her, Koemi rested her elbows on the island holding her head up with her palms. Peering over the table, Koemi looked her friend over. "Sadja, what is love?"

Sadja looked thoughtful for a minute, smoothing out the wrinkles in her shirt she shrugged. "Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me. No more."

Koemi snorted and cracked a small smile. "No time for games, I'm serious." Sadja closed her eyes and ran both of her hands over her face. She sighed deeply and shrugged. That was an excellent question, what is love? Looking up at Koemi, Sadja couldn't find an answer. "So you don't know?"

"Love can't be explained, there's too many parts of it to even understand. Like the love I have to you and Alula. It's familial, you grew up with me. I remember when you and Rai would pick me up from school, or when Rai would bring you back to Guam with us. When Alula was born I was so happy, I remember the first day I held her it was amazing. Then there's how I felt about Kyouya." She replied quietly.

Koemi nodded, her face remaining indifferent. "Felt?"

"I don't feel that way about him anymore," she choked out.

"You're lying. If you didn't still love him your not-so-petty-theft idea would have ended a long time ago. You can't just stop yourself from loving him, and you're an idiot to think so. However much you may want to, you can not command, demand, or disappear love, any more than you can command the moon and the stars and the wind and the rain to come and go according to our whims." Koemi replied stiffly. "Love is bigger than you are. You can invite love, but you cannot dictate how, when, and where love expresses itself. You can choose to surrender to love, or not, but in the end love strikes like lightening, unpredictable and irrefutable."

"Shut up, Koemi. I don't care for this nonsense that you call love. I don't have time for it. Not anymore. Just because you got carried away doesn't mean I will," Sadja replied darkly, her cheeks were tinting red and her frown had deepend.

Koemi scoffed. "What's that supposed to mean?" Resting her hands on the counter, she peered across the table.

"It means that you got carried away by such a fickle emotion that the father is nowhere in sight," Sadja ground out.

Crack.

Koemi retracted her hand and balled her face. "Don't you ever speak of Rai or Alula like that again,"

Sadja felt the hand print Koemi left on her cheek begin to heat up. She cracked a small sickening smile. "I will talk about Rai anyway I want to, he's my brother. But what is he to you?"

"The love of my life!" Koemi screamed at her. Sadja turned, her dull eyes staring at Koemi. Koemi gasped and gripped her fist tighter.

"Is that right? And does the love of your life feel the same way about you, or were you just a quick fuck with a terrible outcome?" Sadja replied, all traces of any emotion gone. Picking up a knife from the cutlery container on the island, Koemi threw it at her, missing her by very few inches.

Then a small amount of blood dripped from a small cut on Sadja's face. Standing to her face, Sadja laughed lightly before pulling the knife out of the wall. Dropping it on the island, she walked to the door. "If you ever try anything like that again, you will lose Alula."

Opening the door to exit, Sadja took one step through the door before hearing her name being called. Stopping momentarily, she turned slightly. "Talk to him." Koemi murmured. Closing her eyes, Sadja took a deep breath before closing the door behind her.


So, the last chapter I posted got no love, at all. ): I'm so unhappy, is the story that bad? Jesus man. :T Expect the next chapter by this friday.