***Author's Ramblings***

Wai, wai, people are actually reading my fic! ^_^ I'm so happy with your reviews, minna, that I decided to continue with the next chapter. And one of the reviewers make a very good point about everything going wrong with Fuuko-chan. Don't get me wrong, I love Fuuko-chan and I wouldn't wanna be in her shoes or put her in them but that's just how this fic/story goes, gomen ^^; But anyways!

I don't think I've given copyrights at all o_O Not that it matters, does it? Well, anyways! Flame of Recca is not mine, neither is Coyote Ugly, or any of the lyrics of the songs that I've put in here for that matter. All of them belong to their respectable owners and I'm just borrowing them yadda yadda yadda. But anyways. Moving on~

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After what she had gone through, Fuuko didn't think she'd be able to get on with today. Getting up was especially hard for her. Memories of last night's events came rushing back into her head as though they're trying to haunt and taunt her. Geh, everything's going wrong, Fuuko thought, gritting her teeth while she's trying to wash her face. I would've thought God would reward me for my hard work, but noooo.

"Well, guess there's nothing else to do except to work on my music," Fuuko claimed to herself. It felt silly to talk to herself, but eh. It's not like there's anyone there to hear her. Sitting down at her chair, she pondered a while about her songs. "I've recorded a few, sent them to a few recording companies. well, I think that's all that I should do. Now I just have to wait for their response, which is freaking slow!" She shouted the last sentence at the phone, even though that's kinda pointless.

Ring, ring.

"Eh?" @_@

Ring, ring.

"Are you serious?!" Falling out of her chair trying to reach the phone, Fuuko quickly got up and tried to answer her phone. "H-hello?"

"Hi, Miss Fuuko Kirisawa [remember that they don't pronounce last name first like the Japanese does]? Hi, I'm calling on behalf of the XYZ Company [hey, don't laugh], and we really like your song, Can't Fight Under the Moonlight. We hope that you can make it to our club on Saturday night so that we could let the world hear it."

Fuuko could barely believe it. "Saturday night? .When?" With that, she scrambled to get a pen nearby and almost fell again.

***

Things were beginning to take a better turn after that phone call that she'd received. Masuki had called her after that, and she'd told her the shocking news that she was getting married. ("How the hell did I not know about this???" "Ahahaha, gomen, Fuuko-chan!") Fuuko's going to her wedding, obviously. When she did arrive at the wedding, she saw her father, as well as he could be, laughing about something. "He never changes," she said to Masuki and smiled.

"Doesn't he?" Masuki giggled. "I can't believe I'm married! Kyaaa!"

"OK, relax, jeez," Fuuko said, grinning. "Why do girls make so much fuss about that anyways?"

"Fuuko-chan, don't tell me you don't want to get married one of these days!" Masuki claimed. "I mean, we're already 22! You can't possibly not be thinking about it, huh? Come on, I'm sure you have some lover back there in New York."

Fuuko blushed. That wasn't what she's supposed to be remembering. "Ah, look, your husband's searching for you," Fuuko said, and stuck her tongue out. With that, she went to the buffet table and drowned a glass of punch. "Bah. It's bad enough that I'm in a dress," Fuuko said, blushing still.

"Dad!" Fuuko claimed when she realized that her dad's just in front of her. "How are you doing?" D'oh, what a stupid question.

Her dad just shrugged.

That's not what she was going for. She hurries in front of him and curtsied. "May I have this dance?"

Her father, seeing that she wouldn't back down even if she's put into an electric chair, sighed and lead her to the dance floor and began to dance with her. Fuuko smiles. "I missed you dad," she said, hugging him.

"You hurt me a lot, Fuuko," he responded.

"If it's about the job or whatever, dad, I've quit, all right?" Fuuko said. "You don't have to worry about it anymore. I think I can find a better job."

"It's not that," her father said, a sad look in his eyes. "It's just that. well. your mom. She's exactly like you. She loves singing more than everything else. I didn't like it. I tried to stop her from singing, and she did, just because she's so much in love with me.

"It didn't work out well when your mother died though. I felt like I was trapping her in a bird cage, not letting her talent out just because of my selfishness. Seeing you singing there just brought back memories. And some unpleasant thoughts," her dad said, shuddering.

"DAD!" Fuuko said, slapping her dad on his breast. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Mind your language, Fuuko o_O," he said, chuckling.

Fuuko grinned. Her dad's back. Everything's going fine after all.

Fuuko grimaced. Except for one thing.

***

She dialed the last number and paused. Should I really be doing this? Fuuko thought to herself. Calling this guy is probably going to be the hardest thing that I'm doing.

She redialed his number again.

Ring, ring.

Ring, ring.

Ring, ring.

"Hi, this is Tokiya, he's not in right now, so leave a message after the- what the heck? Augh, crap."

Beep.

Fuuko giggled.

Then she hung up the phone when someone picked it up. "Oh, god," she said to herself, exasperated.

***

She gripped her hands tighter. She was determined to make this right-she doesn't want to lose him. He's too much important to her. To lose him over a stupid misunderstanding would be pretty stupid. She's at Tokiya's apartment right now, and God knows what kind of reaction he's going to show when he sees her in front of him.

Should I? Fuuko thought. Argh, I gotta, or my name's definitely not Fuuko.

With that resolute thought, she took more steps and-

"Oh, this is wonderful!"

Fuuko stiffens and paused at the stairs.

"Are you sure it would be all right if I went right in?" a girl said, smiling up at Tokiya.

Tokiya just smiles at her. "You're here, aren't you?"

He's giving her the smile he used to gave me. The realization hit her with a blow. What's the meaning of this?

"Get in, what are you waiting for?"

Fuuko just hurried down the stairs as fast as she could.

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"Wow, this house is great!" Claire said.

Tokiya just smiles. "Isn't it?"

"It's ashamed to be selling it to me, are you sure you want to do this?" Claire said, her eyes glittery and smiling.

"Pretty much yeah," Tokiya said, toying with the telephone cord. He checked his message.

What seemed to be a message was a girl giggling.

"Uh. o_O What was that?" Claire asked.

Tokiya sweatdropped. "I don't know. Sounds familiar though." He deleted the message. Useless. Although that was kinda funny. "So when's your boyfriend coming home to New York?"

"Oh, he's coming home pretty soon," Claire responded, giggling at the thought of it. "I can't wait! And then I'll show him this lovely house that you're selling me. ^_^"

"Yeah, be sure to mention to him that I'm giving this at a low price," Tokiya said, smiling. He's used to the fake smile by now.

***END of Chapter 5***

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Okay, so that wasn't a cliffhanger. So? :P Whatcha gonna do about it, huh? Huh? Huh? Well, you guys are probably, like, "Blah, I know what happened next, so mwahahaha." :P Anyways.

I just felt like that was an appropriate ending for the chapter ^_^. Chapter 6 (and possibly the last) will probably come soon~! Wish for it, ne? Reviewing would also be a nice booster if you want the next chapter *g*