A/N: Hi, guys! If this chapter sucks, I'm sorry. I've been kind of out of it all day and at this point, I'm making excuses. I needed a place to vent, ok? Is that alright with you? If not, press one. If it is, press two. Dial now. *catchy elevator music plays*

And to the random guest comment I got last week, you are absolutely right. I am VERY dedicated to my fic page and to my FictionPress page (still astounded that I'm not published yet. If anyone would care to set me in that direction, that'd be fantastic). It is, in fact, madam. But not a Madame. And it doesn't matter if you've been through it or not. It may help you understand someone a little better (nearly put bitter. Oh, the irony…) that has gone through some of this and needs a shoulder to cry on and a hug. And a cup of tea and a blanket. I really hope you stick around to see how this story plays out. Every Tuesday, I'll be here. Unless I decide to take hiatus. I've written this through really wicked depression spells and from being borderline on my death bed sick, so almost nothing will keep me from updating this every week. Even though I know some of you that have yelled at me for doing such silliness. And for not taking care of myself like I should be...And for all kinds of other shit that would take too long to list out. So, I'm going to shut my hole here and let you read my laments, ok?

The same old day. The same old routine. The same old life. Wake up, school, sleep, repeat. Lately, I've been so flat, so robotic. Like I've only been going through the motions. Not doing anything with thought, but with complete vacancy. Kyoya's been gone for two weeks and I've been a zombie ever since. I thought being with him would've set me straight a little, but it's only made things worse.

I should probably set up an appointment with Yuuichi. I'm done not feeling anything. Where the hell did I put my phone? I unplugged it from the wall and scrolled through my contacts. O...O...Ootori, Kyoya...Ootori, Yuuichi. Although, a good, lengthy conversation with Ootori, Kyoya would probably be almost as healing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Yuuichi," I sighed out, "It's Lana."

"Hi, Lana," Yuuichi chimed, "Are you ok? You sound a little down."

"I could really use a friend," I pulled my blanket a little tighter, "Are you free today?"

"For you, of course," he assured, "Anytime. You want to meet me at Amanda's office in about thirty minutes?"

"Sure," I did my best to pull myself out of bed, "I'll see you soon."

"Bye."

Click.

And so began the long trek to Dr. Moreno's office. I hoped her brother was getting better. As much as I hated it at the time, I'd be begging him to go into a treatment center, too. Those hospitals were depressing, but the can help. The can also scare someone straight, too...or they make someone very crafty on how they hide their problems.

When I got to Dr. Moreno's office, Yuuichi twiddled his thumbs at her desk, checking his e-mail, answering text messages. I threw myself on the couch, "Yuuichi, I'm dead inside."

"And that's what I'm here for," Yuuichi put his phone down, "Now, Lana, what seems to be the problem?"

"I've just been..." I thought of a way to word this without causing too much alarm, "I don't know. I've been vacant. The lights are on and no one's home. That's the suck part about Kyoya leaving. I want nothing more than to leave with him, but I know I can't."

"And it's got you feeling trapped here," he assumed.

"Yeah," I agreed, "Like I don't belong here. I know this is my home sweet home, but it's like the city's rejecting me and I know I'm not supposed to be here."

"Where are you supposed to be then?"

"Not here," I started balling up again, "But I can't go back to Japan."

"Why not?"

"Because I have to be here!" I squeaked, "It's like I'm being forced. Being back home doesn't feel like home. Being here doesn't feel like home. I feel like a nomad and I don't like it."

"Do you know when Kyoya's supposed to be back?" Yuuichi asked.

"Sometime next week," I figured, playing with the sapphire hanging around my neck. A nervous habit I've managed to pick up since he's been gone.

"There," he gave me a little nudge, "You have something to look forward to, don't you?"

"You know," I looked up at him, "You're painfully and disgustingly optimistic, aren't you?"

"Part of my job," Yuuichi shrugged me off, "You will get back to Japan one day, Lana. I can promise you that much."

"And if I don't?"

"Then, you never have to see me again," he assured, "I'll take over for Amanda with her brother and she can go back to being your regular doctor."

"Don't go..." I felt the tears bubbling in the back of my eyes, "Please. Yuuichi, aside from Dr. Moreno, you're the only other doctor I've had that I don't want to punch every time I see you. You can't leave me."

"I'm honored," Yuuichi took my hand, "And I'm not going anywhere, Lana. It's you and me for as long as you need me."

"If I didn't have such a good relationship with Dr. Moreno," I admitted, "I'd switch to you full time."

"If you move back to Japan," he suggested, "I could be your doctor full time."

"Honestly," I let out a heavy sigh, "When I was in Tokyo, I didn't need one. It was a rarity I talked with Dr. Moreno. Maybe once every few months, if that. I was, dare I say, happy. Everything was good. I had my friends, my boyfriend, my sister for a while. Anytime the chips were down, I always had someone within arm's reach to take care of me and didn't see it as a burden. I think that's what I miss the most."

"You're going to be ok, Lana," Yuuichi promised, "It's only another week."

"And Kyoya will be back in London," I smiled a little, "Thanks, Yuuichi."

"That's what I'm here for," he reciprocated, "You need anything else? You ok?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "I think I'm going to go do a follow up. There's someone else I need to set straight."

"Want me go with you?"

"No," I shook my head, "I'll be fine. It's Elliot. He loves me."

"Good luck," Yuuichi sent me on my merry way and I headed straight for the pub. With the amount of times I'm in and out of there like a revolving door, people are going to think I have a drinking problem. I honestly go in there for the lamb and the company. That's all it is.

I made my nest at the end of the bar and waited for Elliot to realize I was there. All I wanted was an order of chips, but it's better than going all day without eating anything. Again. Anytime I'd try to get up and make something, I couldn't move. And I could hear my old nutritionist bitching at me in the back of my head. That's not good for you, Lana. You know you need to eat something, Lana. You're going to end up passing out at your cousin's wedding again, Lana. Your body's going to deteriorate without eating, Lana...Quite maddening, actually. I hated her, too. I'm sure if I hooked up with Yuuichi in Tokyo if/when I ever move back, I'm sure he could give me a good referral. Or I could have Kyoya beating me on the nose with a newspaper.

"Lana!" Elliot sang, coming to my end, "Where have you gone off to? I haven't seen you in here since you and Kyoya were here last. Sundays get sad and lonely without you."

"Kyoya's back in Tokyo," I laid on the bar, "I've been a little out of sorts lately. And I still got my lamb. Postmates brought it to me."

"What would we do without those modern conveniences?" he jabbed.

"They've certainly made life easier for the modern introvert," I pointed out, "Or for the modern agoraphobe."

"You know that's not good for you, Lana," Elliot scolded, "I was reading something on that not too long ago. Staying shut in like that was used as a torture tactic way back when. Isolation for too long can cause all kinds of problems."

"I'm sure it does."

"By the way, love," he put a glass of something red in front of me, "Beautiful creature at the end of the bar sends this for you."

"Thanks, Elliot." Who the hell would be sending me a drink? They had a hood up, so I couldn't really make much out of their face. Kyoya was back in Tokyo and I just left Yuuichi. I didn't really have much else for friends here. When I took my initial drink, it sent an electrical shock through my body. My usual lemonade was replaced with a cherry limeade, flooding my brain with the weirdest flashback.

When I was younger, I was still living in Iowa. Rhiannon had just come back from New York after her first year of living there and she brought me a big ass bottle of cherry limeade from some deli she went to on a regular basis. She said it was the best the city had to offer and if I drank it with my medication, it'd make it work even better. I was twelve at the time and desperate for the hell in my head to go away. Not quite as good, but it was the thought that counts, right?

I jumped down from my barstool and threw my arms around my mysterious admirer, damn near bawling in her shoulder. All she could do was hold me tight and giggle a little bit, "I told you I could be here if you needed me, sweetie."

"You couldn't have come at a better time," I sobbed, shaking in my sister's embrace.

"It's alright, Lana," Rhiannon settled me, "Thanks, Elliot."

"No problem," he shot her a wink.

"Really, though," I came down a bit, "I missed you, Rhiannon."

"I missed you, too," she sat me back down on a barstool, "I could tell when we were on the phone that you giving me the I'm ok crap that you and I both know isn't true. And I knew damn well you were in shambles. I've seen you post Kyoya leaving. It's not a pretty sight and you don't deserve to go through that alone. I'm sorry it took me so long to get here."

"I have been a little messy lately," I admitted, confirming her suspicions, "But the good news is I can pull my sleeves up."

"That's not good news," Rhiannon let out a sigh of relief, "That's excellent news."

"He told me to be without incident by the time he came back," I remembered, "And he should be back next week."

"Good!" she chirped, "And with me being here, you'll be perfectly fine for what's about to happen."

"What's about to happen?" I cringed.

"I got here a few days before Mom and Dad," Rhiannon explained, "I figured it give you a little buffer time between being horrendously miserable and them coming here. Besides, I want to meet your new, hot doctor."

"He's Kyoya's brother," I reminded her, "He's married. No."

"I know," she pouted, "That's fine."

"And I already called dibs!"

Ring, ring.

"Speak of the devil?" she assumed.

"Right genepool, wrong brother," I answered my phone, "Hey, Kyoya. What are you doing up? It's nearly midnight."

"It's almost four in London," Kyoya retaliated, "Is it not?"

"Kyoya," I scolded, "It's nearly midnight. What are you doing awake?"

"I guess I have delayed jetlag," he figured, "What about you? Are you doing ok?"

"I've been better," I told him, "But I've also been worse. I just got out of a doctor's appointment and Rhi's here, too, so..."

"Hi, Kyoya!" Rhiannon sang out, giving me a nudge, "Tell him I say hi, Lana."

"Hi, Rhiannon," Kyoya knew exactly the kind of exasperating feeling I had right now. Because he had an overly energetic bundle of joy to deal with, too, "It's good to know you're not by yourself, Lana. You worry me when you're alone."

"I'll be ok," his brother's words buzzed in the back of my brain, "I miss you, though. When are you coming back?"

"Next week," he promised. Shortly after, it sounded like the line had gone dead.

"Kyoya?" I started to sweat, "Kyoya? You didn't hang up on me, did you?"

"No," Kyoya came back, "I got a text from Tamaki."

"Him, too?" I rolled my eyes, "Are all of you boys skipping out on sleep tonight?"

"This was a very important text," he said, "that I've been waiting all day for."

"What would be so important at this hour?" I chastised him like I was his own mother.

"Host club stuff," Kyoya brushed me off, "I promise you, Lana. I will be there next week. Now, if you're doing better and Rhiannon's there to keep an eye on you, I'm going to take some melatonin and go to bed."

"Good," I felt accomplished, "Good night, Kyoya."

"I love you."

"Aishiteru."

Click.

"What did you just tell him?" Rhiannon wondered, having little to no knowledge of my boyfriend's native tongue.

"I told him I loved him," I put my phone back in my bag, "He needs to get back here…"

"I do miss the host club," my sister whined.

"Me, too."

"They make for cute drunks," she grinned.

"Rhiannon…"

"We lived and learned with that incident," she pointed out, "Come on, Lana. I want to go play! I've been in London for damn near two hours and I'm bored."

"Where to?" I jumped down from my barstool.

"Wherever the road takes us, my dear sister," she threw her arm around my shoulders.

"Oi, Rhiannon!" Elliot called after us before we slipped out the door.

"What?"

"Are we doing our usual tonight?" he asked.

"Of course," Rhiannon scoffed, "I didn't just make a seven-and-a-half-hour flight only for her."

"Really?" I caught on quickly, squealing out in sheer disgust, "Is nothing sacred? Elliot's your London booty call?"

"What?" she squealed, "He's good at what he does and I'm single as hell. I'm a girl with needs, Lana."

"I know," I rolled my eyes, fully understanding those needs, "Come on."

I was done with her. So very, very done with her. And Rhiannon had no plans on leaving any time soon, I feared.

A/N: Next week…I promise next week will be better. And more exciting. Although, it is nice to see Rhiannon's face again. See you next chapter. xx

*Also, if you've read my Black Butler series before you read this (or after. Don't really matter.) I started that back up again if you'd care to go read it…*