This Chapter is dedicated to Miyu Kouzuki for her birthday… and also to a good friend of mine, who happens to have the same date of birth as the blonde… Akira (her penname)

Happy Birthday Akira and Miyu!

Yours, Mine and Ours

A perfect mismatch makes the perfect couple

Reiteration of the Eleventh Chapter:

"Miyu, please…" he begged, "I was an idiot to let you go…"

"I really am in love with you, Miyu…"

"Let go…"

"Miyu…"

"Please, let go Mizuki!"

"Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her!"

"I'm her boyfriend!"

"I'm her husband!"

"No fighting inside the restaurant sir!"

She smiled at him and then asked lightly, "do you remember the night when we got married…? I told you that…"

"…that you broke up with your boyfriend who lives here in Tokyo," he said remembering her words that night.

"I lied…" she said, faking a smile, "I didn't break up with him…"

He looked at her curiously.

She looked into his auburn eyes and said sadly, "He broke up with me…"

Chapter 12

Elucidation

"It's okay to cry as hard & long as you want to…

Just make sure that when you stop crying,

You won't cry for the same reason any more…"

The brunet frowned as the blonde held her hands together on her lap, clutched in frustration as though the harder she held herself together the easier her dreadful memories will part away from her. Her emerald orbs had a faraway look in them that greatly softened the auburn ones gazing at them with worry.

Silence enveloped the young couple as they sat not uttering a word, each in their own world. Finally, the blonde decided to break the nerve-wrecking silence.

"I had nourished feelings for Mizuki ever since the first time I saw him…" she said, her eyes going a little weary and her breathing shallow.

The brunet nodded in understanding although inside, he was not even close. It felt odd and infuriating to hear her utter those words about that insolent little filth.

"His sister was actually my baby-sitter," she said, chuckling darkly.

The millionaire beside her turned to look at her surprised. He parted his lips and before he knew it, he asked her, "How old were you when you first saw that idiot?"

The blonde turned to her husband surprised at his sudden query and then smiling at him said, "I'm not sure… why do you ask…?"

He shrugged and muttered something but all that the blonde caught was "baby-sitter".

She giggled lightly and said, "My mom and dad weren't at home much so they use to leave me at Mrs. Yamamura's… after she passed away, her daughter, Mikan took care of me… she's Mizuki's elder sister… she practically raised me actually…"

Kanata rolled her eyes.

She sighed and continued, "So… I had a huge crush on him since then… but I never told him or anybody else…" she let out a small chuckle as she said, "…probably because Mikan was over-protective of me…"

She fell silent for sometime.

"He was a year senior to me at School…" she said lightly, her emerald orbs showed clear indications that she was drifting to her memories again, "always helped out at school a lot…"

Kanata looked at her intently.

"All through High School, he dated a lot of girls…" she said sadly.

Kanata raised an eyebrow at this.

She chuckled darkly again and continued, "He used to tell Mikan and me about the dates and why he had to dump them…"

She sighed.

"Well… It was in his last year at High School that he asked me out…"

Kanata looked at the carpeted floor, lost for words.

"But he asked me to keep it a secret from his sister because she wouldn't approve of it…" she said lightly.

Kanata pursed his lips. He was liking this guy less and less with every passing second.

"I was too happy…" said Miyu, "I was so happy that I agreed… I never told anyone… not even Nanami… Nobody knew that I was in a relationship with Mizuki…"

Kanata sat silently, having nothing to say.

"After graduation, Mizuki took up a career of photography…" she said somberly, "after a few years in Heiomachi he decided to move to Tokyo to pursue his dream…

"Every day away from him was empty but I didn't complain," her voice dropping, "I always believed that he'd come one day to take me away…"

Kanata glanced at the blonde beside him, a look of misery evident in his auburn irises.

"Every Christmas, Mikan would prepare a special Christmas Dinner for me, Mizuki and Nanami," she said, "but last year, neither Nanami nor Mizuki made it…"

Kanata's heart began to beat at a pace slower than usual for he suddenly realized that the blonde's story was coming to a finale and he didn't like the sound of how it was going at all.

"Nanami's work was always uncoordinated at that time," she explained, "and Mizuki had an important Christmas Deadline to complete…"

Kanata couldn't help it but a sudden emotion was spreading through his body as he sat there watching the blonde beside him try with all her might to control the tears that looked ready to escape her emerald eyes any second now.

"He ca-called me," she continued, "a day before Christmas Eve and apologized… he said he'd reach his apartment in Tokyo only by Christmas and he might be too tired to make it to Heiomachi…

"So I decided…"

Kanata looked at her, frowning.

"I decided to surprise him by coming to Tokyo…" she said, gulping, "I lied to Mikan saying I'm visiting Nanami and took the bus to Tokyo and reached his apartment…

Christmas Eve, the Previous Year

The cab stopped outside a towering apartment. Miyu looked out of the cab's window and smiled as she realized that she had finally reached Mizuki's apartment.

She got out of the cab and turned to the cab driver who beamed at her. She paid him a little extra seeing as it was Christmas (in three hours possibly) and gave him a huge smile.

This was the first time she was doing something out of nerve. She had never done something even remotely close as to lying to Mikan and coming all the way to Tokyo to see Mizuki.

She had it all planned.

She was going to make him the perfect Christmas Breakfast and spend the entire Christmas with him.

Her heart was very light as she took the never-ending flight of stairs to Mizuki's apartment, which was located in the fourth floor.

Once outside his door, she forgot one tiny detail.

She didn't have a key.

She sighed when she remembered something Mikan had said whilst giving pointers to Mizuki about how to live in an apartment in a big city.

"Always keep a spare key beneath the fire-extinguisher or the doormat…"

Miyu smiled as she searched for the key first beneath the doormat. Luckily, Mizuki still semiconsciously followed his sister's words. She found the key, good as new, there and inserted it into the door knob.

She twisted the key and turned the door knob and opened the door to a dark room.

Smiling, she opened the door and her hand instinctively went to the left wall to the door and felt the switch-board. She clicked them all and her smile was wiped away the instant the lights illuminated the scene of the apartment.

Her eyes widened and she was ready to gag at the scene that she witnessed now.

There, on the couch in the living room was Mizuki.

And he wasn't alone.

He was making out with a raven-haired woman who had an Irish air tainted about her, a thin blanket over the two, failing to cover their naked bodies completely.

The blonde gasped and dropping her bag to the floor turned away from the scene and came out into the corridor, her face green and tears flowing from her emerald orbs like waterfalls.

"Miyu!" she heard the unmistakable voice of the love-of-her-life calling her name.

She couldn't handle it.

Her instinctive wish was to make it all a nightmare.

A sickening nightmare…

"Miyu…" this time his voice was closer.

She felt his sweaty hands clasp her wrist.

She had no energy left in her to protest so she let him drag her into his apartment. But she had her eyes closed tight for she was not ready to see him just yet.

"Who is this Mizu?" Miyu heard the voice of woman whose voice had a heavy Irish accent.

Miyu didn't have to open her eyes to know that it was the woman who had spoken.

"This is… well…"

Tears couldn't control themselves at Mizuki actually stuttering at explaining about his girl-friend to this woman who he was doing it with.

"What's this Mizuki?" asked the blonde finally, her voice croaked.

She opened her eyes finally and followed the arm that was holding her wrist and looked into the eyes of the owner. He was wearing the blanket around his middle, his chest exposed.

Tears continued as she just realized that she hadn't been this close to him with him wearing no shirt. They had never gone physical (mainly because Miyu was a little too primitive in that area) except perhaps small pecks on her cheeks that he had stolen.

"Miyu…" he looked at her, his hair sticking out in odd angles from all the times that the Irish woman must have pushed her hands into them, "I can explain…"

"E-ex-explain what?" she asked, tears not stopping.

He let go of her wrist and pushed his hand into his already messy hair.

"Explain…?" the Irish woman came into the view of the blonde.

Miyu bit her lower lip at what the woman was wearing.

She was wearing Mizuki's full-sleeved green shirt and obviously nothing more. But what made Miyu wish that she could drop from the apartment window right now was the fact that that shirt was her birthday present to Mizuki last year.

"Well… there's nothing to explain," she said in her heavy Irish accent.

"Demi…" started Mizuki, trying to stop her with the least enthuse when the woman called "Demi" continued.

"Look at you…" she said walking before the blonde and standing beside Mizuki, her long creamy legs crossed just like her arms were crossed across her chest, "you are nothing… no wonder Mizu wanted someone… exciting…"

Miyu's heart almost stopped.

"Mizu is happier like this…" she continued as she put her arms around Mizuki's neck and kissed his ear.

Miyu's hand extended to her mouth at once as she tried to control the gag that was threatening to spill any second now.

"Mizuki…?" her voice trembled.

He bit his lip and a frown appeared across his forehead.

"You wouldn't do it…" said the raven-haired smirking at her icily, "you wouldn't do it so he came looking for it outside…"

Tears slipped down even more.

"Besides," she said walking towards the blonde and poking her highly manicured index finger on the blonde's chest, "you wouldn't be any good even if you tried…"

Miyu forgot to even breathe as she stood there taking such an insult. Her tears stopped midway. She shifted her gaze to Mizuki who stood, his eyes fixed to the floor. Her lips quivered.

He wasn't even going to defend her?

"M-M-Mizuki?"

He finally looked at her and said lightly, "maybe Demi is right... maybe we are not well fitted together…"

She was surprised that she couldn't hear her heart breaking for she was sure they had just broken into a million pieces at the words that had emerged out of his lips.

"Mi-Mizuki… please..." she found herself crying.

He was the best thing that had ever happened to her and to lose him like this meant instant death and destruction.

"Geez… woman, don't you ever give up?" snarled the woman, "Didn't you hear him…? Get out… or I shall call the cops…!"

With that, the raven-haired pushed Miyu out of the apartment, making her fall on her back.

"And stay out!" she snapped as she threw Miyu's bag at the blonde's face and locked the door to the apartment.

Miyu sat on the dirty floor of the apartment corridor for another ten minutes, her heart feeling as though someone was clenching it with force.

As tears rolled down uncontrollably, she got to her feet and taking her bag, started to walk slowly out of the apartment building.

She didn't know where her feet were taking her. It was in the middle of the night but almost the entire city was wide awake seeing as it was going to be Christmas in an hour or so.

She stopped at what looked like the bus stand that might take her back home.

But not a second passed before she dragged her feet away from there and began to walk an unmapped way to nowhere.

She walked a few more dark streets, only half-aware of hooting and whistling heard from groups of drunken men standing at a darker side of the streets, as she passed by them.

But even they must've noticed the half-dead self she was presently in for none of them even took a step towards her.

She stopped outside a posh looking bar.

Without a further thought, she entered.

Before she knew it, she was heavy with alcohol.

Not ever in her life had she drunk (save dinner wine).

After paying for her drinks, she got up only to realize that she had dropped her bag on her way here. But she seldom minded for her entire life was gone… what worth was a couple of clothes?

The alcohol had gone to head as she staggered to maintain perfect contact with the floor.

Drunken people were dancing on the floor and in her unsteady state, and her eyes still a little bloody from all the crying, she tried making a way out of the place when she bumped into someone along the way.

She looked up to apologize.

Her eyes were a little glassy but she couldn't mistake his unmistakable splendor even in such an unsteady state. His auburn orbs were unsteady like hers and there was an unmistakable isolation in them that she was way too familiar with. As she glanced at his suit, she was sure that it must be worth at least half of Mizuki's entire wardrobe.

She sniffed as a fresh set of tears threatened to spill at the thought of her lost love. She should clearly get out of there at once.

So she turned to leave when the brunet made swift movement and blocked her way.

She looked up at him, confused.

"A dance…?" the brunet asked her.

She frowned and then before she even responded, he slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her close.

She flinched at his touch.

Even Mizuki had never pulled her close like this.

"Maybe Demi is right... maybe we are not well fitted together…"

He was no longer in her life. She was free to live it any way she liked.

She wrapped her arms around the neck of the mysterious handsome brunet and etched closer to him, their bodies touching. At her move, the guy pulled her even closer.

She didn't know why but she felt an awful lot comfortable being held by that brunet. He felt warm and his touch was gentle. She wished that time would stop or she were to die right there.

Just then, the brunet pulled away from her lightly and looked into her face.

"Kanata Saionji…" he said.

She looked at him a little confused and then said, "s-so…?"

"I'm Kanata…" he rephrased.

"Oh…" she said and then with a small smile replied, "Miyu Kouzuki…"

"Nice to meet you Miyu…" he said with a smile, which made her heart almost stop and then before she knew, he closed the distance between their lips.

His auburn orbs were closed lightly and he hugged her closer. Her emerald irises, first wide with shock, started to close as well as she pulled him closer and Miyu could unconsciously hear the brunet's watch beep signaling that it was midnight.

Saionji Mansion, Present

Tears flowed down her fair skin uncontrollably even as she tried to block them away with both her hands.

"He cheated on me and he broke up with me," she sobbed, "And now—now, he thinks it'll all b-b-be fine by sa-saying he l-lo-loves me?"

She cried harder and the brunet sitting beside her could do nothing by gaze at her with a worried look in his auburn irises.

"That jerk!" she cursed.

The brunet sighed and got to his feet.

"Maybe I am no good…" she suddenly mumbled.

Kanata got to his knees before her and cupped her face with his hands.

"She had no idea what she was talking about…" he said, trying very hard not to let blood rise to his cheeks, although they had already accomplished in turning his ears a little crimson.

She sniffed and gently holding his hands on her cheeks asked, "How would you know?"

He raised his eyebrows at her cockily and then leaning closer to her lips smirked and whispered on her lips, "aren't I the only guy who's ever done it with you?"

She turned a bright shade of crimson at that but said her eyes closed, "you were drunk… you wouldn't know… besides…"

And what was her other reason, he would never find out because at that second, he had closed her lips with his locking her in a zealous kiss trying to convey to her through the kiss how much precious she is and also silently thanking Mizuki for cheating on her seeing as, if he hadn't, he wouldn't be the one kissing her right now.

The blonde, shocked at first, kissed him back as she pushed her hands into his auburn locks and pulled him even close.

At her response, he leaned in even more, deepening the kiss, his legs now on the bed with her.

Just then, Miyu realized that Mizuki was not the best thing that had ever happened to her.

The best thing that ever happened to her was right here with her… holding her… making her feel alive… kissing her… the guy who she finally fell in love with… for real…

Kanata Saionji

End Chapter 12

A/N: How was it? Hope it wasn't that bad… :) and actually sooner than expected… And as usual, please Review… :-)