Adam sat in the recliner at the private beach. Why must it cost so much to relax in silence, he thought as his phone pulled him form his own little world. Looking at the screen he debated whether or not to answer. After a few moments the call stopped and then the phone began to ring again. Sighing he answers the phone. "Sarah I thought you wanted me to relax?"

"So you are alive just checking" She chuckled.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked, I really don't want to talk to anyone but if I know Sarah if I don't at least speak she would send out a private army to find me.

"I heard you got into it with Mitch want to talk about it?"

"Not really" the young man said as he recalled the events that happens two days ago.

Adam had shut himself in whatever hotel room Mitch had booked him in Spain. The initial plan was for him to go ahead to Japan but after Rome he wants up to spending that much time there.

"Alright Adam get up!" The older man shouted as he opened the closed drapes the sky line of Madrid lay before the young star who him his head back under the covers of his bed.

"Damn it Mitch I told you to leave me alone." He grumbled from under the covers.

"Can't do that you have a full day writing and practice till six and then I have set you up with a date." Mitch said as he tried and failed to pull the sheet away from the head of his charge.

"You did what?" Adam sat up and shouted not caring if he woke any of his neighbors.

"No need to thank me." His manager said smugly as Adam gripped the sheets in anger.

"I wasn't going to thank you really think I am going to get over Kyoko just like that?"

"Please that little brat was nothing but a fame whore who happens to get her claws in to you." Adam saw red.

"Just because we broke up does not give you the right to say that about her!" He jumped out of bed screaming in to the elder man's face.

"Why it's the truth. The little bitch would have been happy with anyone" despite everything Adam reared back and punched the older man in the jaw. The man fell backwards getting caught in the drapes.

"I don't ever want to see or hear you talk about Kyoko like that ever again. And if you ever say anything about our relationship or lack thereof without my express permission ever again I will fire you." He shouted grabbing his shirt and putting it on. Walk out the bed room door he grabbed his still packed suitcase and guitar leaving the hotel and towards his private jet.

"So where are you?" Sarah asked pulling the young man form his memory.

"I don't want anyone finding out."

"Adam I promise I won't"

"Sarah" he said warningly.

"Have I ever broken a promise?" Adam took two very restrained breaths as he considered everything he knew about Sarah, she really is the only one I can trust right now.

"I am in Greece"

"Greece?"

"Yeah I have a friend who has a private island and he is letting me crash here I just have to pay the staff."

"Well good, have you been writing?"

"Yeah but Mitch wouldn't like it it's not pop enough. As he would say." Agitation rang in his voice, the last few years Mitch had been heavily editing Adams songs it was as if anything he wrote was never good enough. For the most part Adam took the suggestions, but recent events had caused him to hate his manager for it.

"Adam just right let the music speak that is what made you famous and if this new stuff leaves you unpopular then who cares." Adam sighed putting his hand to his head and sighing. "Well I won't disrupt your relaxation any longer"

"Hey Sarah when the press asks you about me and Kyoko?"

"I tell them that it's between to two of you and that they need to find something else to amuse them."

"Thanks bye" hanging up the phone Adam walked over to open living room where is guitar sat looking down at the sheets in front of him he files through them till he found one that he hadn't seen in over a month. The top had several totals searched out of it but at the top it read you and I, but not in his own handwriting.

"Mom, why do I have to wear this?" Neko asked as he fiddling with the tie around his neck.

"Because the reporter wants to meet us." Thoru said as she loosened the tie around her son's neck and then removing it. She leaned over and straightened the collar of the shirt he was wearing; I wonder how long it will take you before this shirt is ruined as well. She mused as her son fidgeted.

"Why I thought she just wanted to bug Sissy about that guy." He said running his hand through his once combed hair causing it to spike in random directions again, his mother laughed as she shook her head.

"Neko" Kyo said in the warning time he used whenever his son was stepping over the line.

"Okay is everyone dressed?" Kyoko asked as she walked in to the living room. "Where is Momiji?"

"I am here" he said as he and Hanna walked in to the house.

"Are you still sure this is a good idea?" Kyo asked as he watched the reporter being lead through the estate by Akito.

"Yes this should keep everyone off of her back." At least I hope it will, the former Rabbit thought as the interviewer walked in to the house, maybe I should have set up this with a Japanese reporter and not an American one. He mused but it was too late to turn back now.

"I everyone my name is Mia Turner. So before we begin I would like to double check everyone's name" as the assistant stepping forward and taking down everyone's name. Momiji walked over to the girl and quietly double checking the spelling and pronunciations. "Alright now before we talk how about a nice family photo. Okay our young star needs to be in the middle, dad on her left mom on the right and little brother hmm well let's put you between Kyoko and your dad."

"But you're not my sister" Neko looked confused as the reporter addressed him.

"Come here you little trouble maker." Kyoko said as she grabbed him pulling him in to her lap and began tickling him. The camera man took several photos of the pair as they wiggled around.

"It would be wiser to have him on her lap. Neko tends to be ... Let's say hyperactive. She can keep him calm." Momiji whispered to the photographer nodding his head the family got together and took several pictures. As the photographer stepped in to the background Kyoko and the reporter sat down and began.

"So Miss Sohma everyone is dying to know more about you so let's begin. How old are you?" She said as she placed a recorder in front of her and began scribbling in a note book.

"Seventeen"

"My so young. When is your birthday?"

"January 1st in fact my first cry was at the same time the New Year's bells chimed." As the questions continued they were all of the same sorts. Momiji and Kyoko had been prepared for it, with Kyoko's rise to fame being so recent and her schedule being what it was this was the first time any reporter had ever been able to pin her down long enough to ask more than two questions.

"So now that I know you a little better, tell me where does your talent come from?"

"My father." The reporter looked confused as she read over her notes again.

"Wait your father is a Master Martial Artist not a musician."

"No he is both; you see he learned about the piano from his mother and he taught me."

"I will understand if you don't want to tell me the truth" she said with a laugh as soft piano music came from the opposite room. Turning she saw Kyo sitting at the piano playing the soft melody.

"But how?"

"His mother was Sayuri Yukiura, the concert pianist" Kyoko said looking over to the opposite wall. There hung the picture of Kyo and his mother at the piano and just under it was one of Kyo and Kyoko. "My father once told me that there have been pianist and great musicians in his mother's family for many generations. I guess we are just two more." Kyo finished playing and sat next to his wife as the reports scribbled vigorously. Looking over her shoulder Kyo caught a glance at the phrase, Music running deep in the family's blood line. He groaned inwardly as she stopped writing.

"So down to the real questions. What happened between you and Adam and why did you split up?" Kyoko took a deep breath as she felt herself fraying.

"Well we meet at a charity event."

Kyoko walked through the banquet hall following Madam. She and her pupal had been invited to the grand ball which sponsored art programs all over the world. "Kyoko are you ready for tonight."

"Yes Madam, I am" It had been three months since she had left home and though she was following her passion she often felt lonely. Picking up the hem of her Midnight satin dress, she stopped and examined the room. Man these parties are boring, we've been to two already I wish there were more people my age at these things. She thought as several waiters walked by, going to grab a glass of champagne madam quickly removed the glass from her pupil's hands taking a sip. The orange haired girl blushed as her teacher stared at her.

"Good, now I will go on an introduce you." Kyoko bowed as she was left alone. She quickly tried to follow the waiter that had the champagne but was quickly denied a drink. Frustrated she deiced to find their assigned table as she neared where their seats were she was pushed in to someone accidentally.

"Ohh I am so sorry" she said to the stranger who had spilled his drink.

"I am sorry I don't understand" looking up she saw who she had bummed in to; the young man looked only a few years older than her and was wearing a suit but looking carefully she noticed that everything seemed to have some kind of edge to it. From the piercing in his left ear, to the leather vest he was wearing under his jacket, she knew she had never met the handsome stranger but he did seem familiar.

"My apologies, I had forgotten I am not in Japan anymore" she said in English.

"That's alright." The stranger looked at her with interest "I am Adam Blake" he said holding out his hand.

"Kyoko Sohma" amused she took it and shook it, well this is interesting she thought.

"I have never heard of you what do you study?"

"Opera and Piano" she said proudly, he looked at her with amused shock and wishled. She giggled at his response.

"Wish I was more like you I just make music people dance too."

"What is wrong with that?'

"Well it's hard to call that art yours has existed for hundreds of years, mine changes every few months if I am lucky."

"Well if you are making music that makes you happy then why do you care about what people think?" she asked he looked at her in confusion "Sorry I have to go, but maybe I'll see you around some time."

"The next day I found a bouquet of Roses with an invitation to walk around the Luxembourg Gardens, after that we were nearly inseparable." She smiled fondly.

"So they what happened?" the teen's smile faded as the question was asked she looked out the widow and watched as the leaves blew through the trees.

"I don't really know" she said.