The Game of Love

Chapter Thirteen: Words to Live By

Tsukushi, Yuki, and Shizuka arrived at the Down Low at around 6:30. The Down Low was one of the oldest jazz clubs in Tokyo. It had was built between the end of World War II, but it didn't become popular to the locals until after the Vietnam War. There were still plenty of gaijin, foreigners, who came to the Down Low for good jazz and blues music. There were also people who attended Tokyo University as foreign exchange students and went to the club to jam or have a little slice of home.

Tsukushi spotted Hiro at the bar. He smiled at the three women. "I don't know what I did to earn a night with three beautiful women," said Hiro with a sly smile.

"She's married," said Tsukushi as she gestured at Shizuka.

"I don't mind," joked Hiro. "I didn't know if you were going to make it, Ringo-san. I know that I made you uncomfortable the last time."

"It's all right. There's no need to bring it up," assured Tsukushi quickly. "You can also stop calling me 'Ringo-san.' I would prefer just to be called Arisu or Ally. I really don't like to continue Japanese formal." Arisu was the Japanese version of Alice, so Tsukushi's friends called her 'Ally' for short.

"Fine, Ally. I like it," said Hiro.

Yuki and Shizuka were left wondering what they were talking about exactly. What happened that made Tsukushi uncomfortable? However, they found themselves getting left behind as Hiro dragged her off. "This place is amazing. I didn't know that Tokyo had such place," said Tsukushi.

"I used to come down here when I was younger. I still like to come down here and play," said Hiro. "Isn't there some place like that for you in Tokyo?"

Tsukushi shook her head. "Not really," she admitted.

"Would you ladies like me to get you something to drink?" he asked them.

"Just a soda water for me, but I'll get it myself," said Tsukushi.

"I'd like just some sake," said Shizuka.

"I don't want anything," said Yuki.

"I'll get your drink, Shizuka," said Tsukushi as she started to make her way. "No, I'll get the drinks," insisted Hiro.

He came back right away with their drinks. Tsukushi gave more formal introductions, so that Hiro knew who everyone else was. He was his usual, cool self. "Actually, I lured you out for the evening so you could see some of my work," said Hiro with a grin.

"What are you going to do?" asked Tsukushi, her interest peaked. She was always interested in what other musicians did.

"Tonight, coming back to the Down Low, our very own Megumi Hiro on his sax," said the announcer. Hiro stood up at the sound of his name. He walked over to the stage and picked up his saxophone.

"How is everyone doing tonight?" he asked. There came thunderous applause from the audience. Tsukushi withheld her applause until she heard him play. He started to play his saxophone in a long solo. The music seemed to seep everywhere. She watched with wonder as his finger seemed to glide over the keys of the saxophone. It looked as if he wasn't touching anything at all. After five minutes, he finished. There came a roar from the audience, demanding an encore.

"Thank you very much," said Hiro as he took a short bow. He went back to the table to join the ladies. "Well, what do you think, Ally? I want your honest opinion. One musician to another."

"I think that was wonderful. It was amazing. I've never been able to play wind instruments. They're too hard for me that's why I stick to strings," said Tsukushi with a twinge of envy in her voice.

"Very impressive," said Shizuka approvingly. "Looks like you've met your match, Ally."

Yuki was about to add something, but someone had called her attention. "Takeo!" she exclaimed in surprise. A young man wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt and black jeans walked up to the table. He was handsome with his chocolate brown eyes and short jet black hair. "Yuki!" he called back as he walked up to the table.

"Let me introduce you, Takeo. These are my friends Shizuka Kent and Ringo Arisu," said Yuki as she carefully introduced Shizuka in the western way, while introducing Tsukushi in her alias.

"Ringo Arisu?" asked Takeo. "It is a pleasure to meet you. And you're Megumi Hiro."

"This is Nakamura Takeo. He's a friend of mine. We ended up all the same classes and we ended up sitting near each other. We've been friends since our first year," said Yuki. "I work with these people. Well, not really Megumi-san, but you know what I mean."

Tsukushi looked over Nakamura Takeo and decided that she liked him. He seemed to be really friendly. "You are very famous outside of Japan, Ringo-san. Megumi-san, I think I should get an autograph for my sister. I should get autographs from both of you for myself," said Takeo. He was sincere.

"You're the friend who works in the Diet, aren't you? Yuki mentioned you a lot of times," said Tsukushi.

"That's right. I work for Ogata Kentaro's staff," answered Takeo. "But, I don't believe that Yuki's mentioned you that much."

"I'm sure she has," said Tsukushi. Some relief came to her. Tsukushi had worried about Yuki a lot during her absence from Japan. She remembered how much Yuki loved Nishikado Soujirou. She wondered if Yuki had ever recovered from it. There was some hope, even though it was fairly obvious that Yuki and Takeo were just friends.

Takeo joined them at the table and everyone enjoyed the music. During that time, Tsukushi had come up with an idea of what kind of song she wanted to do with Megumi Hiro. Some time had passed before Yuki had asked Tsukushi to join her at the ladies' room. Shizuka went to make a call on her cell to check on her son and husband.

"What do you think of Takeo?" asked Yuki.

"I like him. He's good for you," replied Tsukushi. "But, you don't need my approval to do anything."

Yuki sighed. She bit her lip. Tsukushi knew that look on her face. It was the look that Yuki gave whenever she was trying to tell Tsukushi something. Tsukushi patiently waited for her. "Nishikado Soujirou has been trying to talk to me lately. I'm sure of it. He waited for me that night after Susumu's track meet," said Yuki. She sounded uncertain of herself. She was looking for some reassurance.

"And?" asked Tsukushi.

"Nothing happened. I didn't let him walk me to the door. Why is he trying to talk to me now? The last time he really talked to me it was with Doumyouji-san. They were trying to find out where you were," said Yuki. "After that nothing." She rubbed her arms as if she was trying to keep warm.

"I don't know what to really tell you, Yuki. It's not my place. I've been gone for five years. I've also learned a long time ago that I hated it when people told me how to live my life, so I'm not going to tell you how," said Tsukushi. They walked outside into the coolness of the night air.

"I could use some advice, Tsukushi. Come on," said Yuki. She missed having Tsukushi just being there for her.

"Okay," said Tsukushi slowly. She really didn't want to. "Let me tell you something important. Regardless of who the man is. This is very important. It is something that I had to learn through experience. There are a lot of things you can give a man, Yuki."

She started to stare off at the stars above her head. She tried to remember where Saturn was positioned in the sky. In the distance, she could hear Rui playing his violin. She closed her eyes. "You can give a man your time, your energy, your money...you can give him your body, mind, and heart. But there is something that you should never give up." Tsukushi opened her eyes again as she faced Yuki. "You should never give up who you essentially are. Never give up your sense of self. Once you give that up...you are truly lost. Because if he abandons you and you've already given up who you are, then you are truly alone. It is a terrible feeling to have. I would never wish on anyone."

"Doumyouji-san..." whispered Yuki.

"Is a mistake I never wish to repeat, Yuki," finished off Tsukushi. Her voice lacked emotion, but there was no bitterness or sadness. Her eyes betrayed nothing. It took five years to fix myself. To forget and remember at the same time. I had to find myself again. I will not lose who I am again..., she thought. "I nearly lost who I was. No...I did."

Yuki could only stare at her. She couldn't fathom the wisdom that Tsukushi had given her. However, Yuki knew that Tsukushi wasn't whole. There was lasting effects. "I'm tired. It's time for me to go home," whispered Tsukushi as she walked back inside the club, leaving Yuki with her thoughts.

*

Doumyouji Tsukasa was listening again to the CD. He had memorize the songs already. He was replaying what had happened on his date with Tsukushi. It wasn't all him. He was positive of it. There was something wrong with Tsukushi. He knew that he had gone too far when he had insulted her career. But, what was so wrong with him wanting to take care of her?

He couldn't figure her out at all. The rest of the F4 were busy with other things. Soujirou had an appointment to keep, while Akira had to attend a business dinner. Rui was the only one who could still lounge around at home without any worries, but he was getting ready to teach a class the next day. Tsukasa was looking at paperwork. More paperwork. It was enough to drive him to madness.

The phone rang, but he didn't answer it. Finally the maid came in and said, "It is your father, young master. He says that he wants to speak to you," she told him.

Tsukasa nodded. He hadn't heard from his father in a while, so he picked up the phone. "Hello."

"That's all you can say? How about 'how are you?' Never mind. How are things in Japan?" asked his father. His voice was deep and sounded happy. Tsukasa's voice sounded identical to his, but not as happy.

"Everything is fine here in Japan, Otoosan," said Tsukasa with a bored voice. "Why are you calling me?"

"Can't a father call his son for no reason?" asked his father with some humor.

"Not you," replied Tsukasa.

"I just wanted to tell you that I will be in Japan soon. I have to take care of more business in New York and Paris, then I will be going back to Japan. There is something I want to discuss with you," said his father.

"What is it?" asked Tsukasa.

"You can wait. I have to go. I'll see you then," said his father, then he hung up. Tsukasa heard the click and the line went dead. He hung up the receiver.

Tsukasa frowned. He didn't like it when his father did that to him. He didn't like his parents very much. His mother's sins were obvious, but his father's were less than obvious. Doumyouji Tsutomu was a very busy man, and Tsukasa hadn't seen his father in three years. His father was so busy that they had only seen each other in passing at an airport when they were going off on separate flights.

Tsukasa sometimes envied his friends for having families that got together. Soujirou, Akira, and Rui were more fortunate than him in that aspect. Tsukushi was the most fortunate person that way. She had two loving parents who cared about her no matter way. They cared about her future as well as her happiness. As a Doumyouji, Tsukasa did not have that luxury.

*

Tsukushi woke up the next morning. She answered her phone. It was her mother. "Hello Mama. I'm fine. Yes, I'm eating right. I know. I'm sorry but I can't. I can't come to Osaka for a visit. I'm very busy," she said.

Tsukushi still hadn't made any time to go home to Osaka to pay her parents a visit. She had only started talking to them again a year ago because Susumu had asked her to. She didn't know why she hadn't had enough courage to face them. She remembered the day she had left the family.

"You should work harder, Tsukushi. You must think of us too," said Tsukushi's mother.

Tsukushi froze at her words. Something in her was close to snapping. Her parents were harping on her again. Their hours were cut at the store they were working at, so money was slowly tightening again like a python on its kill. Their family was getting more and more unstable. Tsukushi felt her blood coming to a boil. "What kind of parents are you both?" she asked.

Susumu looked up from his homework. His father looked away from the television set. Tsukushi's mother's narrowed her eyes at the challenged. "I raised you to respect your elders and this family," said Tsukushi's mother coldly.

"That's what this is all about. You have no faith me and my own abilities. I don't want to marry anyone! It's always been about you!" shouted Tsukushi. "Your wants! Your needs! I am nothing more to you than a tool."

"What? We're working night and day to send you to Eitoku! You're throwing everything back at our faces."

"I never wanted to go Eitoku in the first place. That was all your idea. If you wanted a rich man in the family, you should have married one in the first place!" fired back Tsukushi.

Tsukushi's father decided to finally say something as he stood up. "I am sorry for all this. Just please stop fighting," he said futilely because Tsukushi and his wife ignored him.

Susumu fought the urge to run out of the apartment. He backed up away from them.

"I was only thinking of you, Tsukushi! I don't want you to have to work as hard as we do just to survive!" shouted back her mother.

Tsukushi furiously shouted back, "NO! You've only thought of yourselves. I hate this family!"

"If you hate it so much, then why don't you just leave?" challenged her mother.

"Fine! I'm leaving. I'm better off without any of you. I can make it on my own better without you!"

Tsukushi made her way to the door with only her book bag in hand. Her father quickly got to his feet and ran up to her. "Please don't go, Tsukushi," he pleaded. "We'll settle this another way."

"No, let her go, if she wants to leave," said her mother. She was trying to bluff Tsukushi into staying. It was like a game of chicken.

Tsukushi took the dare and yanked the door open. She took off running from the apartment. Her mother exploded in anger, "IF YOU RUN OUT ON THIS FAMILY, DON'T THINK OF EVER COMING BACK! YOU ARE NO LONGER A MEMBER OF THIS FAMILY!"

Tsukushi kept running. She kept running until she could no longer hear the sound of her mother's voice. She had to keep running for a long time before she could stop. "Fine, I'll make it without anyone," she whispered before finally deciding to go to Yuki's house for the night.

Yuki's mother saw how upset Tsukushi was, so she called her parents. Tsukushi's mother said she didn't care where she was and told Yuki's mother to tell her not to come home unless she was willing to apologize. Tsukushi flat out refused to apologize. She promised Yuki's family that she would leave soon enough.

Yuki's parents talked it over. They said that Tsukushi would go home soon enough when she was ready, for now they felt that she was safer with them than on the streets.

That was part of the reason why Tsukushi chose to use a stage name instead of her real name. She wanted to cover her tracks to keep Doumyouji Tsukasa at bay, and her mother said she was no long a member of the family. Hardly, anyone understood how lost that made her feel. That was why she never went to her parents with her problems. They always had problems that mattered more than hers.

When Tsukushi started to make lots of money, she started to share it with her parents. It was a pay out for them to leave her alone and stay out of her business. It was also a razz at her mother as proof that she was better than any of them. In the end, Tsukushi still had her pride.

Tsukushi was awake enough to get ready for the day. Susumu was bring Mariko down to the recording studio. She wasn't trying to bring them together, but she felt sorry for Mariko. She was such a meek girl.

She had two songs in Japanese that she had composed and written. She was ready to record one of them, and it was going to be her first single in Japan. She had to get downstairs and meet the car to go to the recording studio to prepare for the day.

Meanwhile, Susumu waited for Mariko to show up. He hadn't seen her all morning. He never realized how hard it was to find a single person on campus. Then again, he never had to look for anyone before. Most people came to him, but today was an exception. He couldn't believe that he was following Tsukushi's orders.

"Hey, do you know where Ogata Mariko is?" he asked one of the underclassmen.

"Um...I don't know who you're talking about, Makino-san," replied the boy nervously.

Susumu ignored him and walked on. One of his fan club girls ran up to him. Her cheeks were flush as she looked up at him with adoring eyes. "Excuse me, have you seen Ogata Mariko?" he asked her unabashed by her shining eyes.

"No, but I can help you by looking for her, if you want," said the girl hurriedly. Her feelings were slightly crushed.

"Makino-san, what do you want with Ogata anyway?" asked one of the other girls.

"What are you going to do to her? You should punish her for slapping you yesterday," insisted the first girl. "I can help you."

"I think I know when to ask for help. I do not recall accepting it," said Susumu coldly. "I have an appointment to keep and Ogata-san was invited along. Neither of you are being very helpful. Get out of my way."

The students in the hall parted as if they were welcoming royalty. "I found her! Makino-san!" shouted out the first boy Susumu had ran into earlier.

Mariko stopped because everyone turned around and looked at her. She looked straight down the hall and stepped back away from Susumu. "Come with me," he said in a soft voice. All eyes were on him.

"Why should I?" asked Mariko. Everyone looked back at her. It was like a tennis match.

"There is someone who would like to see you. Believe me, if I had it my way, I wouldn't take you anywhere with me," replied Susumu.

"I don't want to," said Mariko. The crowd gasped. Her voice sounded shaky.

"Fine, I'll just have to tell my sister that you didn't want to see her. Later," said Susumu as he walked off.

"Wait, it's only the morning!" shouted Mariko.

"I only came here to get you. I'm taking the day off," said Susumu as he walked off. He wasn't going to apologize to her. No matter what because he wasn't wrong. He also had the Makino pride.

Mariko's eyes widened when she heard him say that he was only there to get her. "I'm sorry for slapping you!" she shouted.

Susumu paused in his steps. "I don't care if you apologize or not. I found it interesting that you surprised me like that," he said. "I didn't know you had it in you."

The crowd started to murmur. The bell rang, but no one made a move to go to class. One of the onlookers said it was like watching a soap opera. Another said it was like a scene out of a manga.

"What's going on here?! Why isn't anyone going to their homerooms?!" shouted Susumu's sensei. He spotted him and continued, "I should have known, Makino-san. It's you who's causing the disturbance. Get to class."

Susumu turned and gave him a power glare. The sensei stepped back away from him. "Wait, it's my fault. Makino-san said we have an appointment to keep with his sister. We'll go now. No one else has to get into trouble, Sensei," said Mariko quickly.

"Ogata-san, I expected better of you. I really did," said the sensei. Anyone could tell from his tone that he meant her going with Susumu more than he meant the disturbance.

Susumu walked back to Mariko and took her by the wrist. "We'll take this way out. The car is waiting for us," he told her as he move his hand into hers. Mariko blushed, but Susumu didn't seem to notice. She was surprised to find an unmarked car waiting for them.

It made Mariko wonder more about him. Most of the rumors at school said that Susumu's family was well off, but not well known. Makino was a common name, so no one could tell for sure. It was fairly obvious that his family was well off. She felt uncomfortable because of the silence, so she decided to strike up a conversation. "What do your parents do for a living? I'm not prying or anything. I'm just curious," she said.

"They run an inn in Osaka," replied Susumu.

"Oh, has it been in your family for a while?" asked Mariko, thinking that he was from one of those old samurai families.

"No, it was bought about three years ago by my older sister," replied Susumu. He already knew about Mariko's parents. He knew that her mother was a magazine publisher, while her father worked for the Diet.

"Your sister?" asked Mariko.

"Yes, it's my sister who supports our family. She pays for my schooling and everything else. She was gone for five years earning money for us. Does that shock you? I'm not from a wealthy family like you and everyone else in Eirin. My sister attended school in Eitoku and went off to Australia and England to study," replied Susumu with some amusement.

"She works for Gaia. That's where we're going, isn't it?" asked Mariko, amazed. Susumu spoke of his older sister with respect. Mariko never thought of her sisters like that. Then again, she had a feeling that no one was as amazing as Susumu's Oneesan.

"Yes, you get to see her at work," said Susumu. "It should be interesting." He didn't say anything more, but Mariko thought it was strange for him to say it. She wondered what was so interesting. The car came to a stop at Gaia Records and the door was opened by the driver.

A young man met them. "Hello, you must be Makino-san. I am Ryan McCormick," said the man. "This way."

"Thank you. Has she already started?" asked Susumu.

"Yes, but I can sneak you in," replied Ryan.

Mariko followed them down a hallway. She always wondered what place like Gaia looked like on the inside. They stopped at a room in the end of the hall. Ryan opened and allowed them to go inside first. Mariko could see Susumu's older sister inside a recording booth. She had headphones on and was in front of a stand and a microphone.

"Are you ready?" asked Sammi as she spoke to her from the soundboard.

"I'm ready," said Tsukushi with a smile. She spotted her brother and Mariko. She waved to them. Susumu waved back. "Okay, I'm going to go to play my guitar for this first take to see how it feels." Tsukushi picked up her guitar.

"Okay, go on the green," said Sammi.

Tsukushi waited. She waited for the light to change to green. She started to play her guitar and sing the new song. Mariko's eyes widened with a realization that Susumu's older sister was Ringo Arisu. She looked back and forth between them.

They had to wait another hour before the song recording had finished. Ringo Arisu was dressed casually with vintage jeans and black shirt. Her hair was half up and half down. Mariko realized that hardly anyone knew how Ringo Arisu really looked like because she didn't have her picture taken much often. Mariko wondered why because Ringo Arisu was very cute.

Finally, she got out of the recording booth. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?" she asked when she smiled at her brother.

"I didn't feel like it today," replied Susumu.

"I see. Mariko-chan, it's good to see you again. Are you okay?" asked Tsukushi with concern because the girl was looking a little pale.

"YOU'RE RINGO ARISU! I'M A HUGE FAN OF YOUR MUSIC!" exclaimed Mariko. Tsukushi was taken back by her reactoin.

"Thanks," said Tsukushi finally. "I suppose my brother didn't tell you what I really did for a living, did he?" Her tone sounded amused. "Actually, I have another song, but it's going to be with Megumi Hiro. We'll be testing it out tonight on a live audience down at Kin-san's restaurant. I'm sorry. I mean Amakusa Seinosuke."

"You mean one of the Amakusa?" asked Mariko with surprise. They were a well known political family.

"Yes, he's a member of that family," replied Tsukushi. "Please let's just go to my private offices right now."

Susumu and Mariko followed Tsukushi to her offices. They hung out there for the rest of the day until Yuki came from accounting. Tsukushi introduced Mariko to her. Mariko was still a bit star struck. She couldn't get over the fact that Ringo Arisu was Susumu's older sister. She was still stunned.

"Mariko-chan, are you okay?" asked Tsukushi again.

"I'm fine, Makino-sempai. I was wondering why you don't use Makino," said Mariko thoughtfully.

"It's a stage name. I prefer to keep my privacy," replied Tsukushi. She wasn't going to tell Mariko her first name. Most people around her didn't know her first name because Sammi was always careful not to call Tsukushi by her first name.

The plan was to meet Megumi Hiro at Kin-san's restaurant. She told him to bring his saxophone. Tsukushi put one of her guitars into a case. It was her favorite white and red guitar. Sammi asked one of the drummers and a keyboardist to join them at the restaurant.

"Let's go everyone," said Tsukushi just before five in the afternoon. It was still a little early, but she was excited about performing in front of a small audience. It was one of the things she hadn't done in a while, so she missed it.

*

"Tsukasa, why did you call us all up?" asked Soujirou, sleepily. He wasn't gotten much sleep these days.

"I thought we should go out together as a group," replied Tsukasa.

"Where are we going?" asked Akira.

"To a sushi bar," replied Tsukasa.

Rui already figured out what Tsukasa meant. "I don't think she'll be there, Tsukasa," he said.

"I want to talk to Amakusa," said Tsukasa.

"Ah, I see," said Akira. "Shall we go?" The F4 took two separate cars to the restaurant. Tsukasa noted how close it was to Eirin. They all paused when they got out of the car because Tsukushi with her group were entering the another entrance through the kitchen.

"Looks like there's something going down tonight," said Soujirou as he smiled. They noticed that she was carrying her guitar case. Soujirou smiled as he picked up his cell phone. "Who are you calling?" asked Akira.

"Hello Tori. I know you're there pick up. What? Who do think this is? Listen, brat, I know you have my car. Drive it down to the sushi place near Eirin Academy. Just do it," said Soujirou quickly before hanging up.

"You still didn't tell him, did you?" asked Rui with a slight smile.

"Nope. I thought it would be more fun to let him figure it out on his own, but this is a good opportunity," said Soujirou.

"Let's go in," said Tsukasa.

Megumi Hiro was already waiting for Tsukushi. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Here's the music," replied Tsukushi.

"You sure work fast. We were just at the jazz club last night," said Hiro in amazement. He read the lyrics. Susumu and Mariko ended watching Tsukushi write the music for the song. She had written it last night. It was amazing that she could write music so easily.

"I hope you guys do well. I wasn't really sure I wanted to put a stage here when I first got the place. That's why I didn't even have the karaoke opened. I'm hoping with you two to bless my stage, I'll only get good singers," said Kin-san.

Susumu noticed the F4 right away. He looked at Yuki. She turned and saw them. "Um...Arisu-san, I don't think this is such a good idea--" she started to say.

"What? I can't talk right now. We've got to set up the equipment before this place gets packed with customers," said Tsukushi as she plugged in her amp.

Tori walked in and stopped when he saw his rival. He marched up to his brother. "What do you want, Aniki?" he demanded.

"Oh, I was wondering when you'd get here," said Soujirou.

"Why are you here?" asked Tori.

"Just have a seat," replied Soujirou. "And give me my car keys." Tori surrendered the keys with a sigh.

"What the Hell is Makino doing here?" he asked.

Tsukasa perked up and then realized that Tori was talking about Susumu, not Tsukushi. "Hey, there's his sister," said Tori as he watched her tune the guitar. "You know...I know that I've heard her before."

"I'm sure you have," said Soujirou.

"What does she do for a living?" asked Tori.

"She works for Gaia," replied Akira. "You know, the company that has Ringo Arisu."

Tori didn't have time to say anything because they had finished setting up. Tsukushi decided it was a good a time as any to start.

"Good evening everyone. How's everyone doing out there? I'm here tonight to perform one of the songs that I might put on my upcoming release. Thank you very much," said Tsukushi. "One. Two. Three. Let's go!"

The music of the guitar filled the room combined with the drums and the keyboards. She started to sing the song. Halfway through, Megumi Hiro kicked in with his saxophone.

Tori's eyes widened with recognition. He looked at his brother, who nodded with the rest of the F4. "She's Ringo Arisu!" he exclaimed out loud.

AN: Another long chapter. Sorry about the long absence. I was at home. To read more about the characters go to my journal at http://ayane.blurty.com. I wrote a lot of psychology stuff about Susumu, Tori, and Mariko. You can also read about what I did on my vacation.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hana Yori Dango. I have no money. No money...spent it on books.