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O.K. Hopefully this chapter shall turn out better then the last one. ::crosses fingers:: C'mon, Lilac needs a good chapter…

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Forever Yours

'So She Sailed Away'

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Miyako

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"I don't get you." he sighed. I snorted.

"I don't get you either."

"No," Daisuke said, sitting on my bed. "I mean, just a few days ago you gave me a black eye and now you're making me pack with you. I just don't get women."

"And you never will." I replied, throwing a dress into my suitcase. "Could you hand me my perfume?" Daisuke handed it me and I added it to my growing collection of things.

"I just don't see why you species are so fickle." He said. I sighed.

"Shut the hell up before I make you." Daisuke sighed.

"I remember in grade one when it was cool to fight with girls. Now it gets you in jail."

"Chauvinist." I replied.

"Whatever." he lied down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. "I still say Damori is an ass. I don't trust you guys up there alone." I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Daisuke, you are already on my 'I want to kill' list. Don't make yourself on the 'dead' list." I warned. He sighed.

"I'll be another victim on the PSMing list." I dove for him.

"Hey, what the?" Daisuke stared up at me, surprised when he realized I was on top of him.

"Take it back or I swear I will pound your face in."

"Miyako, you are not PSMy…" he said slowly. His eyes slowly caught mine, and we stared.

I never really realized how deep his eyes were. A sort of hazel brown, concealing depths that most people thought he couldn't go to. So much emotion ran through them it was hard to keep track of what he was feeling. Wild fire…

I felt myself leaning closer to him, entranced by his eyes. He saw me coming. I couldn't read his emotions, and I didn't want to. This moment was so…

A snort.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting anything." I got off of Daisuke and turned blushing to the doorway. You guessed it. My lovely older sister.

"That wasn't…"

"What it looked like." Daisuke finished up for me. Midori raised her eyes

"I'm sure Damori would love to know that." She replied. I gasped.

"You wouldn't!" I exclaimed.

"Unless you get your ass down there…" she let the sentence hang but I blasted down there faster then you could say 'Damori loves Miyako.'

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Daisuke

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What the hell did Miyako think she was doing?! I mean, she was crawling onto me. Her soft hand clutching my wrists, her beautiful eyes gazing into me until I thought I would die…

Ugh! How gross! Lovey dovey girly crap! I mean, please just hang me!

Of course, that smart, all knowing look Midori was giving me would have certainly done the job. I groaned. No, not her. She was a helpless romantic who was always involved in other peoples' love lives. Anything but her right now…

Hey, you know what? She reminded me of Miyako. Like sister like sister.

Anyway, someone deliver me form evil. Or from her would have been just fine too under the circumstances.

"So Daisuke…" she said coyly. I groaned and started praying. "Are you two having a little fling behind Damori's back?" I wanted to die. I really did.

"No! What gave you that idea?" I asked innocently. My immediate though? Duh…

"Oh come on, Daisuke. I know you aren't that stupid. Miyako was inches away from kissing you!" I grimaced.

"No, she wanted to kill me. I could see the hate and anger in her eyes. You would have seen it too from my point of view." I replied. She sighed.

"Fine, since you're in denial, how about Damori?"

"What about him?" I asked casually, brushing a piece of non-existent lint from my shirt.

"Do you actually like that creep?" I blinked, and stopped moving.

"You mean you don't like him?" I asked in monotone. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her forehead wrinkle.

"No. He's creepy. He just seemed to be too good for the rest of the world. Plus, I know his type. Once he gets what he wants Miyako will be history." I immediately flung myself at her waist.

"You are my salvation!"

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Miyako

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I rushed over to the phone quickly and picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked, trying to hide the fact I was breathing a bit hard.

"Hey babe."

"Konnichiwa Damori!" I exclaimed happily, loving the sound of his voice.

"What are you doing?" he asked. I giggled.

"Playing with a friend."

"Which friend?" he asked. I froze. His voice sounded, so, commanding, so controlling. It scared me, and made me angry at the same time.


"Why does it matter?" I asked.

"I just want to make sure you're staying away from rift raft like Hikari and Iroi and Daisuke." When he said Daisuke's name, his voice took on a certain cold tone. One that made me bull raging mad.

"What is so wrong with all of them?" Translation: What is so wrong with Daisuke?

"They're just all so… unworthy of you." Translation: Daisuke is a stupid asshole that I am jealous of.

"Well, you shouldn't worry about my rift raft. Looks like you have a bit of your own to take care of." Translation: Back off!

"O.K. I'll take care of mine and you take care of yours, O.K. babe?"

"Hai."

"Oh, that reminds me." He said, changing the topic. "Well pick you up at 5, O.K.?"

"That's great." I replied cheerfully.

"Good. See you then!" He hung up.

5. He would pick me up at 5. Which was in a few hours. I was happy about that.

Right?

I trudged back to my room. By that time Midori had left and Daisuke was all by himself. How sad.

"Are you done packing or are you going to try and rape me again?" I rolled my eyes and casually threw a pillow at him.

"You can go home now, oh mighty son of a,"


"Miyako!" I heard my sister scold. From another room. How creepy…

"Fine, I'll go!" he replied, sticking his nose in the air like he was offended. I rolled my eyes as he royally marched out of the room. Asshole.

So I finished my bit of packing without that ass. I mean, really. What a pig. Of course then most guys were. Oh well. At least I had managed to fish out one good guy.

Just about as I was done packing, I heard the doorbell ring. I grinned. My escape from hell. Midori answered the door. I heard some mumbles exchanged and then heard footsteps to my room.

Damori poked his head in and grinned at me. "Are you ready babe?" I smiled graciously back.

"My first suitcase is ready, I just need to finish this one." He nodded.

"Try to be quick." He said, taking my bag and leaving the door. How sweet. He told me to hurry up. I feel married already. Just as I reached for my hairbrush, I saw a glimpse of something. It was under my jewellery box, the corner just peaking out. I frowned. I didn't remember leaving anything there.

I lifted the jewellery box up, and gathered the offending object. A disc. A CD. Whatever. With a note attached. I frowned. Odd. Very odd. Curiosity made me open the note.

Miyako

Inside is a CD. You have to make me a promise. Don't open it until you get to Damori's cabin. Understood? This is not to be listened to with him.

Good. When you get some privet time in the cabin please listen to track number 4. It has something important I want to say.

-Daisuke

Daisuke? But what the… why was he…

"Miyako, are you ready?" Damori's voice called down the hall.

"Almost. I'll be there in a minute." I called back. I stuffed the hairbrush and the CD into my suitcase. Then, I went over to me drawer, pulled out my Discman and shoved it in along.

"Ready." I exclaimed, zipping up my bag. The events of the next 2 days would be interesting.

Unfortunately, I didn't know how.

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Yeah! Finished it. A bit on the short side again but I liked it better then the last chapter. Please review if you've got something to say! Arigato!

-Lilac