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AN: Yeesh! This is the what? Third chapter I've posted today? Anyway, it isn't going to be a very long chapter, as it will only have three altercations between three couples, just as the title states.

Enjoy the chapter, but please, if anyone liked the chapter, at the most you could be polite enough to leave a review, so I know if you like the way things are going!

~Love Stories~

oOThree Altercations of Three couplesOo

A loud ringing filled the morning air, signaling the beginning of classes for Katashi Boarding School.

Tadase, Kukai, and Nagihiko were walking to class with their backpacks either hanging on one shoulder or both.

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They wore their black slacks, white long-sleeved button-down shirt, their green tie with the black and gold plaid pattern, a deep-green sweater vest with the Katashi insignia instead of the usual blazer, and the usual doc martens.

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The trio stopped when they spotted Utau standing by a large oak tree. Kukai handed his backpack off to his friends, grinning slightly at their words of encouragement, before schooling his face into a neutral expression.

"What?" Kukai asked, when reach the blonde girl.

"My friends thought I was being rude to you," Utau said, flushing lightly, "the other day at the café. And they thought I should I apologize."

"Okay," Kukai nodded, "so what do you think?"

"I think they're right," violet eyes widened slightly, surprised, "So, I'm sorry!"

"Cool, you're forgiven," Kukai accepted, before starting to walk off.

"Um, my friends thought you should apologize, too," Utau said, causing the chestnut-haired boy to stop in his tracks.

"And what do you think?" Kukai asked, going back over to his love interest.

"I think they're right," Utau answered.

"Okay," he nodded, "I'm sorry."

"Great!" the violet-eyed girl smiled. "Now, we're even!"

"Not exactly," Kukai said slowly. "You slapped me that other day, but I didn't have the chance to slap you."

"T-Then you want to slap me?" she asked in disbelief.

Kukai nodded.

"You'd hit a girl?" She asked, almost hysterically.

"You wanted us to be even," Kukai shrugged, "so..."

"Fine!" Utau growled. "Just get this over with so I can forget about you!"

She closed her eyes and turned her face so that her cheek was turned towards him. "Well? Go on!" Utau's voice trembled the slightest bit.

However, before he could do anything but stare at her face, the second bell rang.

Utau opened her eyes and found Kukai standing where he was. "Actually," he said, "my hands might get dirty." And with that, he ran off with a smirk on his face.

"What did you say?" Utau gasped indignantly. She shrieked and started throwing stray branches at the boy. "My friends were wrong! I knew you were no good!"

-Suzuki; Miyako Shrine-

Rima was walking down the steps from the Miyako Shrine, when Nagihiko stopped in front of her.

"You?" the dark-blonde said in surprise. "What are you doing here."

"I've come here to tell you something," Nagihiko smiled softly.

"Tell me?" Honey eyes widened in surprise. "wha—"

"But," the violet-haired boy cut in, "you need to promise that you won't get mad."

"I won't," Rima smiled, though her eyes were confused.

"I have found out everything about your life," Nagihiko said, ignoring the stricken expression on Rima's face, "I know about your husband, why you go to the station, your father, everything. Your strength in everything you've gone through is admirable and it's something that I like about you. It sets you apart from other girls. And I would be proud, if you would allow me, to become your friend." He looked at her expressionless face and added, "You promised that you wouldn't get mad."

"I'm not mad," Rima shook her head, "I'm just not used to hearing nice things about myself." Honey eyes looked into bright amber ones. "I'm an engaged girl living in a small town. Here, a boy and a girl can never be 'just friends'. It's considered wrong and I don't have the strength to prove it right. I'm not as strong as you think I am."

A small tinge of anger filled Nagihiko. "Who are you and I to decide what's wrong and what's right?" Rima turned around to face the violet-haired boy. "Leave that decision to Him," he pointed up at the sky, "I'm only following my heart and you should follow yours." He held his hand out to her. "If your heart is telling you to become my friend, then take my hand, and if not, then I'll never cross paths with you ever again."

The dark-blonde-haired girl contemplated his words before tentatively placing her hand in his.

Nagihiko smiled. "Hi, my name's Fujisaki Nagihiko, and you are?"

Rima smiled softly, "I am Mashiro Rima, it's nice to meet you, Nagihiko."

"Then shall we get going?" the amber-eyed male gestured for her to go before him.

"But what about your prayers?" Rima asked, gesturing to the shrine behind them.

Nagihiko looked at the shrine and smiled. "My prayers have already been said and fulfilled."

And with that, they both headed down the stair of the shrine.

-Yaya's Home; That Night-

"I can't believe you, Tadase!" Yaya scolded as she and her childhood friend continued preparing dinner. "You can't even get yourself a decent job?"

"Yaya," Tadase said gently, "Who would give a student a part-time job in this town, anyway? I was lucky Nikaido even considered me. And besides, mother always says that it doesn't matter how large or small a job is as long as you do it with all your heart."

"Okay, okay," Yaya held up a hand, halting Tadase's words. "Stop lecturing Yaya already!"

"By the way," Tadase said, noticing something, "Where's Uncle?"

"Don't ask," Yaya said, exasperated. "Papa's been locked up in his room all day, opening up his old trunks and stuff! And when Yaya asks him why, he won't answer!"

And right then, as if on cue, Yuiki Ichirou came dancing in to the room, singing an old love song.

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He wore a pair of black slacks, a white long-sleeved button-down collared shirt that had large ruffles down the middle with a bright red and white polka-dotted bow-tie around his neck, a muddy-brown blazer that had light-brown accents, which barely fit, and a pair of black dress shoes.

His hair was slicked back with gel and his face shaved, for once.

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Ichirou went over, took Yaya into his arms and started waltzing around the room with her.

"Papa," Yaya asked, "what are you doing?"

"I'm dancing, my love!" Ichirou laughed. "I'm dancing!"

"Yaya sees that," she told her father, "but why are you dressed in this pre-historic costume?"

"Because I'm going on a date with Mina!" the older man laughed.

"You're going on a date with Aunt Mina?" Yaya asked, skeptically.

"Yes!" Ichirou boomed. "After six months of wooing, she has finally agreed to go on a date with me!"

"I see that, but why the suit?" Yaya wrinkled her nose at her father's attire.

"Oh, you see," Ichirou explained, "Mina likes classy men, so I tried on this suit! How do I look?"

"You don't look good at all!" Yaya frowned.

The grin feel from Ichirou's face and he went over to Tadase, asking him for his opinion, not noticing his daughter's gestures behind him.

"You look great, Uncle!" Tadase grinned despite Yaya's silent pleas.

Ichirou gave his daughter a pointed look to which she exclaimed, "Don't listen to him, he doesn't know anything!"

The elder man ignored his daughter's attempts to stop him from leaving the house when she finally burst. "FINE! You're looking stupid, outdated and ugly, so don't you DARE step out that door!"

Ichirou froze in his tracks and turned back to his daughter with a downtrodden expression.

Yaya walked over and took of both the bowtie and blazer before mussing his hair up a bit. She replaced the blazer with an open black vest and placed a black beret on his head.

"See?" Yaya gestured to her father's new attire. "Now that's Yaya's Papa! Cute, sweet and adorable!"

At her father's still sad expression, Yaya leaned in, "A person should love you as you are, not the way they want you to be. If someone tries to change you, then it isn't love, but a compromise." Ichirou looked to his daughter as she said these words that struck a chord within. "And Darling, there are no compromises in love, right?"

Tadase smiled at his friends words, just as Ichirou did. "Right," the elder man said before making his way out the door, singing once again.

After Ichirou had gone, Tadase picked up an old squirt gun he'd found and shot at Yaya with it, initiating a 'war' between them both.

AN: Yeah, this was short, but I'm pretty sure the next chapter will be a touch longer because the next chapter will hold a song.

Thanks for reading!

Ciao,

TsukyioTenshi