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Chapter V.D: Endings

It was Birman.

They gaped at her, their minds still unable to believe what was plainly in front of them. Birman was the traitor, the spy. And she stood in front of them, an SMG in her hand.

Ken was the first to recover from the shock. "You bitch! We trusted you!"

The look Birman gave him was malicious. "You trusted me because you were a bunch of nitwits." She took a step towards them. "It was very easy to lure you here."

A sudden, chilling thought occurred to Omi. "What did you do to Manx and to Patti-san?" Omi demanded of her. "If you hurt them in anyway, I'll–"

"You'll what, Omittchi? I don't think you're in no position to threaten me." Birman smirked.

Omi's blue eyes glittered with barely concealed anger. "Don't call me Omittchi."

"Why, Birman?" Youji asked in a quiet voice.

The smirk disappeared from Birman's lips. Her cold eyes narrowed. "Kritiker took away my family. Kritiker had them killed. They may have been corrupt, but they were my family and I loved them. You took them away. Now I'll kill all of you." She gave a harsh laugh. "It was so easy to trick Kritiker. After my family's death, I allowed myself to be recruited. They hardly checked my background as long as I obeyed my orders. How many times I laughed at Kritiker's stupidity. I was right under their noses, but they didn't even know!"

"What made you act now?" Ken struggled against his bonds. "Is it because Kritiker found out about you?"

"Yes, but it's mostly because I'm sick and tired of bootlicking and putting up with you." She turned to Aya, who glared at her. "Don't look at me like that, Ayan. Too bad your slut of a girlfriend isn't with you. No matter, I'll kill her later, or," her smile became vicious, "maybe I'll send her up here now so she'll see me kill you before her very eyes." She caressed Aya's face. Aya jerked his face away. "You'll like that, won't you, Aya? Or maybe, I'll kill her before your very eyes. Why don't we call her now?"

"There's no need to call me, Birman. I'm already here. And take your hands off Aya, now," a voice that distinctly belonged to Patricia ordered from somewhere in the darkness.

A stunned silence descended on the room when they heard Patricia's mocking voice. Birman looked around, a look of uncertainty in her eyes. "Where are you? Show yourself! Or else–"

"Or else what, Birman-chan?" Patricia replied with a giggle. "You can't hurt what you can't see."

"Show yourself, or I'll kill the members of Weiβ Kreuz!" Birman shouted, then fired a shot several inches away from Omi. "I may not see you, but I can certainly see them."

Patricia only laughed. "Not so confident now, are we, Birman?" She paused. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, 'cause from where I am, I can see you quite clearly. Why don't we find out who has the fastest gun?"

Damn it, Patricia! What are you waiting for? Youji thought. Kill Birman now! Women! They all love to talk!

As if Patricia heard Youji's thoughts, a shot rang out from the darkness. Birman's gun clattered to the floor.

"K'so!" Birman swore. She moved fast, and unsheathed Aya's sword. She crouched low, eyes alert.

There was the faint sound of footsteps. Patricia finally emerged from the shadows. She still wore her costume and she held a double-barreled shotgun on one hand and her staff on the other. A cold smile replaced her usual cheerful one. She threw the shotgun into the darkness, and kicked Birman's gun out of the spy's reach.

Birman backed away, eyes wide with fear. "How–"

"Did you really think Kritiker was that stupid, Kyoko?" Patricia purred in a jeering voice. "Then you were a greater fool than I'd previously thought. We knew about you a long time ago, Birman."

"Wait a minute!" Omi shouted. "You knew all along that Birman was the spy and you didn't tell us?"

Patricia ignored her nephew. "The Japanese branch you may have tricked, but not us, Birman. We knew what you were doing for quite a while now. You should've been more careful. You don't cover your tracks well."

A look of understanding swept Birman's face. "Is that why you came here, Himalayan? To kill me?"

Patricia smiled coldly. To everyone's surprise, she pulled apart her staff, revealing twin swords. "Partly, yes." She approached Birman. "Why don't we get on with it?"

The movement was fast, almost undetected by the human eye. Birman swung Aya's sword at Patricia, who blocked it with her swords with incredible speed and accuracy. Their weapons clashed, their steely sounds echoing in the place. Sparks flew as metal clashed against metal.

The guys watched on, utterly fascinated by the sight of Birman and Himalayan dueling with swords. They had no idea the two were adept at sword fighting. Birman thrust the sword at Patricia, but she evaded it, then she swung one sword at Birman while the other blocked the spy's attacks. All through their deadly dance, there was a cool, ruthless, and confident look in Patricia's gold-green eyes. Then, Birman managed to knock her to the ground. Aya started from his chair, not caring if it was a futile move. "I win," Birman rasped, a triumphant look in her eyes.

"Not yet!" Patricia then swept Birman's legs off the ground, causing the spy to fall. Before Birman could get up, Patricia was on her feet. She disarmed Birman and put her foot on her enemy's chest. "Pathetic," Patricia spat out. She pointed the sharp point of her swords at Birman's neck.

Gasping for breath, Birman's eyes burned with hatred. "You think you've won now, but you haven't. The damage has been done. Kuroneko will make you pay. Kuroneko will kill all of you."

Patricia's face didn't change expression. "Maybe, but the Black Cat's not here now, is it? Kuroneko left you alone to die." She took her foot off Birman's chest. "Let me tell you something, Birman. Whoever your allies are, we'll find them. And we won't stop until they're destroyed." She lifted her swords. "Goodbye, Birman. Don't worry, you'll soon see Kuroneko, in hell where you both belong." Patricia then swung the swords.

The twin blades descended swiftly on its target. The members of Weiβ Kreuz saw a blur of cold gray metal, then a loud swish. To their horror, a head sailed past their heads. As it landed on the floor, Birman's head lay before them. Birman's unseeing eyes seemed to be looking at them. Omi started to gag.

Patricia appeared in front of them. The young men started in their seats when they saw her. Patricia looked like the embodiment of Death herself in her blood-splattered clothes and the bloody, slightly curved twin swords in her hand. Her eyes were cold and she did not speak when she cut them free from their restraints. When they were free, Patricia handed Aya his katana.

Aya quickly took it and pointed the tip at Patricia's throat. She stared at him calmly. "What a peculiar way to show gratitude," she murmured.

"You lied to us," Aya stated in a flat voice, his amethyst eyes flashing dangerously.

"I didn't lie to you," she replied coolly. She made no effort to take the sword away or to defend herself. "I didn't say anything false." Behind them, the three other members of Weiβ stood at the background, their eyes wide.

"Then you deceived us." This time, his voice trembled slightly with barely concealed anger.

"You're wrong. I didn't act falsely. I merely kept some things from you. Besides, you never asked."

Aya pressed the tip of the katana against her throat closer, drawing blood. She didn't flinch. "You promised you would never keep secrets from me." A pain started in Aya's chest, slowly grew more intense.

A bitter smile. "I know."

"And I believed you!" Aya said harshly. "Bitch. You're just like Reiji. You're nothing but a liar. You lied to us. All this time, you knew about Birman. Why didn't you kill her before? Is it because you were spying on us, to know if there were a traitor other than Birman?" He saw her flinch momentarily, thus confirming his suspicions. He felt like a knife was twisting into his heart. "I don't ever want to see you again. You disgust me."

"Is that so, Fujimiya?" She asked him in a quiet voice. A look of hurt flickered in her eyes, but it was so brief that Aya thought he must have imagined it. "If that's what you believe is true, fine. I'm a deceitful bitch because I am Reiji's sister. I hope this discovery makes you very happy. After all, it confirmed what you've always thought of me."

"I trusted you," he said in a voice so low that it was only Patricia who could hear it.

"No, you didn't, Fujimiya. Not really. If you really did, we wouldn't be having this conversation." The dimpled smile she gave him was surprisingly gentle. "I'll never convince you I'm not like my oldest brother, will I?" She moved closer. "Since you are so convinced of my evilness, why don't you kill me now?"

It took all of Aya's control not show his exasperation. How could he kill her? He couldn't, because some part of him told him that Patricia wasn't as bad as he accused her to be. As some semblance of calm and reason seeped into him, he began to look at what happened in a more unbiased light. He lowered his sword. "Pat–"

Patricia stopped him with a sad smile. It's all over, her eyes said as she stepped back. Aya made no move to stop her. She turned her back to them and picked up her swords. "I guess I should go. Goodbye, minna." She walked towards the shadows without a backward glance, leaving the others staring numbly at her.

*******

If Patrick was surprised to find his twin sister at his doorstep carrying suitcases, he didn't show it and neither did he ask questions. She smiled dryly at him. "Hi. Do you mind if I–"

"Crash with me? No problem. What are big brothers for? My casa is your casa." He gestured at his living room. "My flat's clean enough for you, is it?"

Patricia looked around. She seemed a bit surprised to notice that his brother's usually messy apartment was actually clean and orderly. "Did you have someone over? A girl perhaps?"

Patrick gave her a long look. "If you must know, I did have a girl over. She's actually my girlfriend. We've been dating for a month or so now." There was a slightly sheepish look on his face. "We didn't do anything funny," he said defensively. "We just…talked."

Patricia didn't pay attention to her twin's babbling. "A girlfriend?" She was incredulous. Patrick never mentioned that he has a girlfriend. "I can't believe you never told me!" she gasped. "Who's the lucky girl?"

There was a silly look on his face when he said, "Well, her name's Aya Fujimiya. She lives in a town not far from here. She works on a flower shop. She's the daughter of the CEO of a company Reiji used to deal with." He was puzzled when he saw the expression on Patricia's face turn from one of incredulity into one of terror. Then, to Patrick's horror, Patricia began to cry.

*******

The days that followed Patricia's departure were somber and depressing ones. They were all subdued, rarely speaking to each other. Things were never the same again. Autumn never seemed so bleaker until now.

It seemed that it was Aya and Omi that was most affected. Omi hardly said anything after Patricia left. He had an unhappy expression on his face, though he smiled whenever anyone asked him what was wrong. Aya, on the other hand, became more stoic. The only words that came out of his mouth were curt orders and icy retorts.

Youji watched Omi's growing unhappiness with a grim expression on his face, hating himself for being to unable to comfort Omi, hating Patricia for causing this. "Do you think she'll be back, Youji-kun?" Omi asked him two days ago, when the two of them ate lunch together.

"I don't know, Omi."

Omi sighed. "It just feels empty without her. It's like some part of me is missing. I loved her, Youji-kun. And now, she's gone."

Damn you, Patricia, Youji thought. How dare you do this to your own nephew? Youji smiled sadly at the younger blonde. Omi needed his comfort, not his anger. "I think she loved you, too, kid. And maybe, she still does."

"You think so?"

"I know so. Now stop moping. Everything's going to be OK." Just leave everything to me.

*******

Aya glanced around his apartment. These past days, for some strange reason, he found it hard to stay in his apartment. It seemed colder than usual, unwelcoming. There was some kind of aching loneliness in the place. It had been like this since Patricia left.

When he came home after Birman died, he almost expected to see Patricia there, waiting, but she wasn't. She had been due to leave that day, so all her clothes have been packed and ready to go. She had known things would end up this way. Yet, she had chosen to go through the mission. She chose the mission over him.

Aya tossed his coat on his couch then fell on the bed, gazing at the ceiling. He had been having a hard time sleeping, often troubled by memories of Patricia–the sound of her voice, her faint, perfume-laced scent, her delicate face, her laughter, her warm body beside him. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. He swore. Damn you, Patricia, for making me feel this…pain…this damn longing for you. What did you turn me into?

There was a sudden knocking at the door. Aya got up, wondering who the hell the person was. He absently put on a sweater–the maple-colored one given to him by Patricia–and headed for the door, and opened it.

Youji stood at Aya's doorstep, a determined expression on his face. "What do you want? Aya asked coldly.

"We need to talk about your attitude," Youji said flatly. "It's pissing me off, Aya, this cold-hearted attitude of yours. If you're mad on something, don't take it on us."

"I don't think my attitude is any of your damn business." Aya's voice would have frozen fresh lava.

Youji wasn't fazed. "It is when it's affecting the whole team," Youji retorted hotly. "You seem to forget you happen to be our leader, Aya. When something wrong with you, the whole team is affected."

"Don't remind me of my responsibilities. There is nothing wrong."

That was when Youji's temper snapped. Youji have had enough of Aya's coldness. "Are you so narrow-minded as to let your pride get in the way of your reason?" Youji saw Aya's eyes narrow into tiny slits. "You're angry, Aya, not only with Patricia, but also with yourself because you loved her. She managed to break through those walls you put around you. She made you feel again, melted your ice-cold heart, and that's what you're afraid of. You judged Patricia even before she had the chance to explain as if you were glad to know Patricia was evil, so you'll have an excuse to put up those walls again to prevent yourself from being hurt. That's what you're afraid of, isn't it, Aya? You're afraid of being vulnerable to hurts. You're afraid of love." Youji gave a bitter laugh. "So, the great Aya Fujimiya is nothing but a coward, eh?"

"Shut up, Kudou. You don't know what you're talking about."

Youji threw up his hands. "Fine! Be stubborn about it! But tell me, what would you do if Patricia dies?"

There was a long, tense silence. Aya gave Youji his iciest and deadliest glare. Youji went on. "You do remember that Birman was a spy for Kuroneko, ne? Kuroneko will not take Birman's death lying down. Kuroneko's going to strike back. Kuroneko's most likely going to kill Patricia, and when that happens, what will you feel? Will you feel happy because the greatest threat to your safe, walled-up life is dead? Will you let the woman you love die?" Aya just kept his gaze, the unconcerned look still on his face. Youji nearly went wild with frustration. Is he even listening? Shit, I may have messed out my love life, but I'm not going to let Fujimiya mess his, Youji said to himself. Youji thought of his still strained relationship with Omi, the death of Ken's Yuriko, the murder of Omi's Ouka and his own Asuka's/Neu's demise. There's already too much heartbreak in Weiβ without Iceman Fujimiya and Patricia adding into it.

"That," Aya finally said, breaking the silence, "is up to me. And you have nothing to do with it." Having said that, Aya slammed the door shut, making Youji wince.

*******

One day, five days after the 'Birman incident', as Weiβ Kreuz were closing their shop, a man with blue hair came. The guys, in their post-Birman mood, gave the man a flinty look. "We're closed," Aya said curtly.

"I'm not here to buy flowers, Abyssinian. I'm looking for you chaps, the members of Weiβ Kreuz." The group gaped at him. The man bowed slightly. "Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Will O' Hara, codenamed K2, the head of Kritiker's European branch. And I'm here to tell you what exactly was behind Himalayan's mission."

*******

"Does she know you're here?" They were in Weiβ's situation room, waiting for Will's explanation.

"I can assure you she doesn't," was Will's reply to Omi's question. "Or I would have been dead by now."

"Talk," Aya ordered him. His amethyst eyes narrowed into slits, observing Will coldly.

Will bristled slightly. "As you know, Kuroneko killed several European agents. These deaths came under very suspicious circumstances. The agents were among the best, so it wasn't all that easy to get rid of them. That was when we suspected there could be a mole in Kritiker–a mole placed in a position high enough to provide access to top secret and sensitive cases."

"Why did you search in Japan? Is it because Kuroneko's name is Japanese?" Youji asked.

Will nodded. "Yes. Of course, we did run a thorough investigation in our own branch, but Kuroneko's choice of name simply stood out. I mean, why use a Jap name when you kill Anglos? We asked for Persia's help. He turned us down." There was a bitter note on his voice as he spoke.

"He turned you down?" Omi echoed, surprised. "Wait, which Persia is this?"

Will thought for a moment. "The current one. He was, if you'll pardon me, one arrogant bugger–quite unlike Patricia's half-brother, the previous Persia. The new Persia told us his branch was clear of traitors." A faint smirk touched his face. "Anyway, that was when we thought of a plan to secretly infiltrate the Japanese branch. To find out if Birman was truly the spy and if there were other spies there. If proven without a doubt that they were the traitors, Birman and the other spies were to be executed."

"What made you suspect it was Birman?" Ken wanted to know.

"We ran an authorized covert investigation of the all Kritiker branches, including the Jap branch." There was no trace of guilt on his face. ''We found Birman's file very suspicious, since it talks little on how she came to Kritiker. We investigated her and found out some interesting things. Did you know that her brothers and nephews were drug smugglers that were killed by Kritiker agents? We looked a bit more, and it turns out that Birman had made a few trips to Europe that coincided with the deaths of our agents. When she was briefly transferred there, she made fast friend with a suspected mole in our branch–who, I am glad to say, is dead now. Not really a good omen, is it? Besides, she was in a high enough position to have access to classified Kritiker data."

By this time, their eyes were wide with astonishment on how determined the European branch was in uncovering the spy. "Was Patricia involved in the investigation?" Aya queried in his quiet voice.

Will shook his head. "Patricia was currently in the United States that time, burying herself in her studies in to take her mind off Martin, who had just recently died. It would have been rude of us to intrude on her grief."

"Then how did she end up doing the mission in the first place?" Youji demanded.

"She was the best one for the job with her heritage and connections. She said no at first. It wasn't until two young agents and our head–your equivalent of Persia–Sir Deschanel, were killed that she finally agreed. She said no because she didn't like the idea of deceiving allies, but agents were dying, and we just can't let that happen. We had to do something before Kuroneko killed more agents. We sent Patricia here. I maintained constant contact with her. That's why she sometimes disappeared to somewhere." He turned to Aya. "Yes, she was meeting with me when you saw us. When you were shot, she was with me in the hotel. That was why she was there to rescue you."

"I see," Aya said. That explained many of Patricia's mysterious disappearances and appearances, like the time she appeared just in time to save him from falling. It also explained why she seemed uneasy with them, why she constantly reminded them to be very careful. She had known the danger surrounding them, and kept it to herself. Things wouldn't have gotten this far if Persia had only cooperated. He turned to Omi, who had an outraged expression on his face. "Get Manx here now," Aya ordered coldly.

*******

Manx had a grim expression on her face when she arrived. The bandage around her head was gone now. She was lucky. For some strange reason, Birman did not kill her immediately. They found her lying unconscious on the floor of their office, her head bleeding, which caused them some degree of panic. Now, judging from the look on her face, she seemed to know what was coming. "Did Persia know about Birman?"

Manx nodded as a reply to Ken's question. "He suspected, but Persia didn't want to acknowledge it. Too much pride, I guess. It wasn't until a set of discrepancies occurred in Kritiker did Persia pay attention."

Aya clenched his fists. So, he truly did misjudge Patricia. Though she had done wrong by keeping a secret from him, she wasn't like what he accused her to be. Now, it was too late to take back what he said, or is it? Aya had tried to contact Patricia several times already, even before Youji talked to him, even before Will came to talk to them. Unfortunately, she changed her number and address. She seemed to have disappeared.

Aya turned to Will. "Do you know where she is?"

He shook his head. "Patrick probably does, but he's too bloody loyal to his twin to tell you," Will replied. "Look, I'm not sorry we had to resort to such extreme means. We want to keep our agents alive, and I'm willing to anything to keep our agents safe."

Manx smiled sadly. "We can't really blame you, can we? Please forgive us."

Will grinned back. "Apology accepted." Things were now resolved between the European branch and the Japanese Branch. Now, there's only one issue left, and that's none other than Patricia.

*******

Though Weiβ Kreuz tried very hard to contact or to find Patricia, they couldn't locate her or her brother. They nearly gave up, until someone unexpected told them a very useful information.

They were in the flower shop, though they paid no attention to what happened around them. As Omi watered some hyacinths, someone tapped his shoulder. When he turned to face the person, his jaw dropped.

Aya 'Aya-chan' Fujimiya stood in front of Omi, a bunch of maroon mums in her hand. She wore a maroon-colored coat. She smiled at Omi. "How much is a dozen mums?" she asked softly.

Aya, who was behind the van, heard his imouto's voice. He froze, his heart pounding. He hid behind the van and then carefully gazed at his sister. What was Aya-chan doing here? Did she found out he worked here? Aya had been careful. Aya-chan couldn't possibly recognize Omi and the rest–she had never seen them, but what if Sakura said something or had a picture of them? Their cover would be blown. Aya-chan would know he was alive. The thought made him happy and fearful at the same time. A searing pain of longing pierced his heart. His little sister was so near, yet so far…

Omi froze on the spot. He would have simply stood there if it weren't for Youji cutting in. "It's for free," Youji told Aya's sister with a charming smile.

Aya-chan blushed. "Thank you." She looked around. "My friend and I work in a flower shop, too."

Youji raised an eyebrow. "Really? So, what are you doing here? Spying on the competition?" he teased.

She shook her head. "Iie. I'm here with my boyfriend."

That jerked everyone up, Aya in particular. A surge of brotherly jealously and protectiveness shot into him. A boyfriend? My little sister? Why didn't I know that? He wondered who the man was.

Again, Youji recovered first. "And who's this lucky guy? He might be a regular customer."

"Oh, his name's Patrick Takatori. He lives a few blocks from here." She gave them a puzzled look when she saw their stunned faces. "Is there anything wrong?"

Is there anything wrong? Ken thought when he the hiding Aya a furtive glance. Aya also had a shocked expression on his face. Aya-chan boyfriend is Aya-kun's ex-girlfriend's twin! That's what's wrong! Damn! Ken turned back to a confused Aya-chan. "Hey, do you know Patrick's twin sister, Patricia? She used to work here." Ken asked, hoping to ease the moment and to find out something about Patricia.

Aya-chan nodded. "Hai. Patricia-san is very nice. I met her a few days ago, when she was about to board the plane to England." There was a sheepish look on her face. "She didn't know Patrick and I were dating until a week or so ago. She was very kind, though she seemed a little confused."

Confused? She's probably stunned like the rest of us! Youji thought.

"Anou, do you know how we can contact Patti-san? We weren't able to say goodbye to her. We really want to talk to her," Omi suddenly asked, his hopes rising.

To their relief, she nodded. "Hai. I have her new number." She gave Omi a piece of paper, on which when Omi checked, was a phone number. "Patrick gave it to me for safekeeping." Aya-chan glanced at her watch. "I should go. Patrick's waiting for me." She pointed to a dark blue Ferrari, where, to their surprise, Patrick was leaning against the car. She waved at them. "Thanks for the flowers!" She ran towards the car. When she got inside, Aya emerged from his hiding place, took the paper from Omi, and looked straight at Patrick. Something seemed to pass between them. Then, Patrick nodded in acknowledgement, got in the car, and drove away.

*******

Patricia clutched the sink tightly, bracing herself as another wave of nausea passed. God, why do I have to be sick now? she thought. It had only been two weeks since she arrived in London, and already, her health broke down. She had already gone to the doctor to have some tests done, and was waiting for the doctor's phone call when another 'nausea attack' hit her. After she rinsed, she went back to the living room.

It has to be a stomach virus, she said to herself. Thank goodness she didn't get sick while she was in Japan, staying with Aya. She stopped at the thought. Aya.

As always, whenever she remembered him–which was constantly–a pain seemed to hit her in the chest. She had left Japan without even talking to him, without explaining her side. "Which is just as well," she told herself aloud. "There's no use explaining to a narrow-minded ass like him." She wiped her face with a wet towel, dried her face up, and then left the bathroom. She flung herself on the couch. She felt strangely lethargic nowadays.

Who was she kidding? A part of her wanted to go back to Japan and explain to Aya. She would talk to him until he became convinced that what she did was for the best. Unfortunately, she inherited the stubbornness of her maternal grandfather and the damnable Takatori pride. She would never explain herself, not even to salvage their relationship.

The phone on the wall rang and she grabbed it, eager to get away from her 'Aya' thoughts. However, she found no solace on the phone. "We need to talk." The connection was incredibly clear and she could distinctly hear Aya's deep voice. She froze for a moment before demanding, "How did you get my number?" Then she bit her lip. She should have said he got the wrong number.

"My sister gave it to Omi," There was a note of bitterness in his voice.

"Oh," she managed to say. Aya probably knew Aya-chan is dating Patrick. But how did–Patrick. Patrick schemed to somehow give them her phone number without breaking his promise. Damn older brothers! "Is that why you called? To add more accusations on my list? What would it be now? Are you going to accuse me of using my twin brother to get my revenge on you?" she asked him sarcastically, her anger coming back.

"No."

She blinked. "Then what do you want?"

"I already stated what I want. I want to talk to you."

"NO," she said firmly. Then she put the phone down, grabbed a pair of scissors, and snipped the phone line to make sure Aya couldn't contact her. She then flung the phone outside her window.

The fact that Aya actually bothered to call her told her she still meant something to him. After all, Aya had a lot of pride as well, and it must have taken a lot of pride swallowing on his part to bring himself to call her. Still, it was too early for them to talk. They both needed time to think about themselves and their feelings. If they were to meet now, wounds still fresh, they might end up hurting themselves. "We'll talk, Aya, but not now," she told herself aloud. "We–I–need time to think."

The phone rang again. This time, it was her cell phone and it wasn't Aya. It was the doctor. "Hello, Ms. Takatori. I have your results here. The tests show that there's nothing wrong with you. You're perfectly fine."

Patricia frowned. "But what about my nausea attacks?"

"Oh, that's quite normal for you. You see, Ms. Takatori, you're pregnant."

"What?"

"You're expecting a child, Ms. Takatori. Now, here–" Patricia drowned out the doctor's voice. Her hands drifted to her abdomen, suddenly aware of the child growing within her. Pregnant. That explained everything, the recent bouts with nausea and dizziness, her moodiness, the lethargy…she was carrying Aya's child. How could she have been so naïve and stupid to not realize that earlier? Some future doctor she was!

"Oh, God," she breathed. What was she going to do? Would she call Aya immediately and tell her he's going to be a father? Or will she keep it to herself? She closed her eyes and thought, the games the Fates play.

Outside her apartment, the gentle wind continued to blow, scattering the fallen leaves.

~T.B.C.~

Author's rant: Thanks to Ai-chan, CJ-neesan, Dyosa-neesan, and Ed for helping me out with this chapter. I also what to thank my reviewers and readers for being sooo patient with me!

Youji: Oi! Why aren't there anymore scenes of Omi and me?

Yue no Miko: Urusai, you hentai shota-kun fanatic! We'll get to that…when Omi's older!

Youji: *grumbles* Spoilsport.

Yue no Miko: What was that?!? *brandishes Aya's katana*

Youji: Nothing.

Ken: What about me? You killed my girlfriend! You're only focusing on Aya and Patricia. You're so biased!

Yue no Miko: I'm not! You'll make your big scene ALL IN GOOD TIME! Unless you want this to be a death fic!

Ken: *in a singsong voice* biased, biased, bi–

*WHACK*

Ken: Owww!

Yue no Miko: That's all for now…Ja!