A/N: Everyone, I'm super sorry that this update is extremely late. I've just been so busy, but I haven't forgotten about this story. I will try to find more time to write, rather than posting every weekend. That just may be too ridiculous. Nevertheless, thank you for all the support! Please continue to leave reviews for more.

Ayumi and Yoshiki had been traveling for a while now, the one of them that knew where to go looking out often. He would try to spot familiar traffic lights that he would see when he went to his best friend's house. The class rep knew where and what Nakashima household looked like, but she couldn't decide if she could hop off from the truck at any given point and go from there.

"Kishinuma-kun, I'm starting to get worried. What are we looking for, exactly?" The bluenette asked, reaching for his hand. Yoshiki blushed, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the street names.

"Well, I think we should bail when we stop for a light... I'm pretty sure Satoshi's house is around here. Nakashima lives close, right? Do you think you can navigate from here?" He asked.

"You sound like we're escaping from prison..."

"Shinozaki, that's not what I asked from you."

"Well, maybe if we can go out and look at the street-"

"So, you don't know your way?" Yoshiki wasn't upset, he just need to know so they didn't waste their time. Ayumi, however, was not going to admit to that. She frowned and moved closer to him.

"I never said that."

"It sounds like it, though. I don't want to make you mad, it's just-"

"Not make me mad?" She began, infuriated. "You threw me onto the back of a truck, criticizing me for not knowing where we are!"

"I'm not..."

"You're not smart, that's what you mean!"

"... I had to think quick."

"You stink at doing that, apparently."

"What are you trying to say?" The blonde sounds close to snapping, but Ayumi continues to push.

"You don't care about what happens to us!"

"That's not true!"

"Just shut up, shut up! I don't want to hear your excuses! You don't care! Not about anything!"

"I seem like this because I do care!" He huffed, grabbing her wrist forcefully. "Especially about you!" Before Ayumi could respond, he pulled her off of the truck as it slowed to a stop. Yoshiki dragged her to the sidewalk and moved her in front of him. Placing his hands on her shoulders, the bluenette's shirtless companion stares her in the eyes.

"You... Don't... How could you even?" She squeaked.

"I've saved you a countless number of times... Why would I just stop, considering it's easier, now?" He asked, looking stern, feeling broken. Tears strung down across Ayumi face, trying to hold back more.

"You... 'Er..." She suddenly wailed, throwing her arms around his neck. "I can't believe you! Making me seem like an idiot... I... I..." She pulled her head back to meet his gaze again. Silver eyes bored holes right into her own, making her well up more.

"Love you." Yoshiki finished, much to her pleasure. Ayumi hopped up so their lips could meet. He was so welcoming, so comforting. It was almost like coming home...

"Naomi, what was that?" Satoshi peeped, holding his girlfriend close. She was trembling... Oh, how he hated to see her so frightened.

"I don't know... Satoshi, I don't know..." Tears threatened to fall.

"Naomi," He whispered, bringing her head into his chest to mop up her sobs. "I will protect you..." He realized it seemed kind of sappy, but it was true. "We can't stand here forever." He decided. "Go and hide some place and I'll go into the kitchen."

"No! I'm the one that's being called." She whimpered.

"And I won't let them have you."

"Satoshi..."

"If anything happened to you, I'd... I'd have no idea what I'd do. Go, now. I'm not going to tell you again. Leave." He pecked her tear-stained cheek. After giving him one last tight hug, Naomi bolted for the door and disappeared.

"I love you, Satoshi. Please, be safe."

"You, too, Naomi. I love you, too." With that, the brunette stepped into the kitchen. He gasped and fell backwards, not knowing what to do in this situation. Ms. Nakashima sat at the dining room table, 2 male nurses beside her. The widow looked like she'd been up all night, crying, for that matter.

"Satoshi-kun? It is you." The woman croaked, weakly turning her attention to the teenager. Satoshi scrambled to his feet.

"What's... Uh, what're-"

"Why are you in Naomi's clothes?" Natsumi asked. Satoshi blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "... Did you sleep with her?" Her eyes were wide with disbelief. She never thought this would be something Satoshi did, especially at such a young age.

"N-No! It's not like that!" He exclaimed, the blush deepening.

"Excuse me, young man," One of the men spoke up. "Where is patient Nakashima?" Satoshi flinched.

"Pa... Patient?" He chocked. Natsumi got up from the table to embrace the teenager.

"Mochida, listen closely," The woman softly breathed. "Naomi hasn't been... Well... For the last couple of weeks. We're getting her help. If you truly care for her, please, tell us where she is." Satoshi separated from the older Nakashima, who looked tired and desperate.

"Ms. Nakashima, I can assure you, everything is fine." He finally said. The middle aged woman started to cry.

"My daughter, Mochida... My daughter." She groaned between sobs. There was a soft but still noticeable tap of feet walking towards them. The brunette turned around to see Naomi standing before them.

"Naomi..." Satoshi whispered, rushing over to protectively embrace her. "You can't take her. She's not crazy. She never was. I understand her."

"What's going on?" Naomi asked, slowly peeling from her boyfriend. Natsumi approached, wrapping her arms around her daughter.

"Satoshi-kun, if you love my daughter, be truthful: Do you understand her? Honestly?" She asked. Satoshi took no time to think.

"Honestly." Naomi had broken from her mother to look at her boyfriend. He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair. "I honestly, honestly do."

"Honestly..." The woman repeated, lost so deep in thought she didn't see her daughter approach the boy.

"I can't believe you..." Naomi whispered, catching him in a hug. He buried his face into her shoulder and he wrapped his arms across her back. He could feel the blouse becoming wet once more from her salty tears.

"Naomi... I'm going to kiss you." He finally responded.

"What?" Before she could process what was happening, Satoshi pressed his lips against hers, adjusting his mouth into his girlfriend's. Naomi kissed back with force, knowing Satoshi was enjoying the pressure. He moved his hands down to her rear, letting them rest there. She jumped, abruptly ending the kiss. Naomi just giggled knowing that he was reliving the moment he touched her ass yesterday.

"Are we late?" Yoshiki asked, standing in the doorway.