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Chapter 7: Perfect moments like this

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hello."

"It's me. What are you doing later?" Doumyouji yelled into the receiver.

"Well. Good morning to you too. Do you know what time it is? It's 7 a.m. I'm surprised you're awake. I've got work this afternoon, but I'm off at 8."

From his end I could hear some rustling. "Good. I'll pick you up after work."

Click.

That was weird, I thought to myself. I threw the phone back into its holder on the table and lay in bed staring at the cracks in the ceiling. I wonder what that idiot boyfriend of mine is planning?

After morning classes I walked around looking for any signs of F4. Akira and Soujiro were probably sleeping off their hangovers from a long night of partying. You could really tell that school was in full swing when they stopped showing up to class. Usually those playboys would show up the first week of classes and then end up ditching the rest of the semester showing up here and there to take exams or loiter around the school grounds. As for Doumyouji he should have been at school. It was just yesterday that I had spent an hour lecturing him about the importance of showing up to class. It was his last year and he needed to get some knowledge into his tiny brain before going off to University. It didn't matter that his parents owned the school and he was guaranteed a spot in the elevator system to Eitoku University. He promised me he would be more serious about school. I pulled out my cell phone and scrolled down the list punching the call button with my thumb.

"Hello."

"Where are you?!" I screamed into the phone.

"You have reached the phone of Doumyouji Tsukasa. Leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible." BEEP.

"Stupid voicemail," I muttered under my breath. "Doumyouji, where are you? I've been looking for you all over school. Did you even hear a word I said yesterday about you skipping class?! If I find out you skipped school to hang out with Akira and Soujiro I'll..." Beep.

The voicemail cut me off. I turned off my phone and tossed it back into my bag cursing Doumyouji in my head. Thoughts of how many ways I would punish him floated into my mind. I walked through the halls muttering to myself like a mad woman. I smiled to myself thinking about how I would rip into him later. Lost in my thoughts, I was jolted back into reality by the sound of someone calling my name.

"Tsuksuhi." a cheerful voice chimed.

I turned around and smiled. "Hey, Shigeru."

Shigeru slapped her hand against my back. "What's wrong? I spotted you walking around muttering to yourself?"

"Oh it's nothing. That idiot didn't show up to class after I lectured him for an hour yesterday about showing up to class. He even turned off his phone." I sighed with a frustration in my voice.

Shigeru laughed. She pulled my arm and wrapped her arm through mine leaning against me. "Is that all? Let's not talk about him, ok? Tell me about those new boys in your class. Do any of them have a girlfriend? I've seen them around school. They're all really handsome. Forget about Tsukasa, they are way better looking." She joked.

We walked arm in arm through the halls joking and laughing. Shigeru had that affect on me. She could always lighten up the mood with her bubbly personality.

"Yeah, I should give you back Doumyouji and I'll take one of them," I jokingly replied.

She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Have you heard the rumors about them? They say that Tse Hatsuhara is the son of one of the wealthiest families in Hong Kong. I think he's the son of the president of the Tse Corporation. He's just as rich as Tsukasa's family, but he's rather strange. He never talks and mostly ignores all the girls."

My eyes widened at the thought of anyone in this world being as rich as Doumyouji was. It seemed unfathomable to find another family to match the Doumyoiji fortune. "Really, he doesn't act one bit like other rich people. He's usually very quiet and polite."

Shigeru continued whispering, "There are also rumors about his friends spreading around as well. Lau Jin and Eto Fujio are wealthy as well since they work under the Tse Corporation. Many girls have already professed their love to them, but they turned down every single one of them. All they do is laugh and politely tell them no. It only makes them more mysterious."

As I listened to Shigeru I remembered back to that day I overheard Fujio and Jin talking. They were a mystery. I thought back about how serious and nervous they seemed whenever I asked them about their lives. They were always alert like they were afraid to reveal too much. I weakly smiled at Shigeru as she continued to talk on and on not realizing I was no longer really listening, but thinking about other things.

****** At the Dango Shop *******

I stretched my arms over the air and let out a huge yawn. "Yuki, are you almost done cleaning up back there!" I yelled over the counter.

Yuki popped out from behind the door smiling. "I'm done. How about you?"

"Me too. I'm so tired. I just want to go home and collapse into my warm bed."

Yuki giggled. "I'm too excited to feel tired."

I looked at Yuki who had already changed out of her work uniform. She was wearing a tan knee length skirt and a fuzzy white cowl neck sweater. I looked closely at her face and noticed she had even gone to the trouble to put on a faint trace of make up. "Where are you going all dressed up?" I teased.

Yuki blushed at my comment. "I have a date with Soujiro tonight." She answered in an embarrassed voice.

'What?! Yuki, you agreed to go out with that playboy!" I looked at her with a worried look. "I don't want you to get hurt. He has a habit of changing girlfriends very frequently."

"I know what he's like, but I can't deny how much I like him. When you were away this summer we went out on a few dates. He was always so nice to me. I'm hoping he asks me to be his girlfriend. I think that can change if he found the right woman." She smiled to herself.

I looked at her in disbelief. "Do you think you can really change him?"

She looked at me with pleading eyes. "Just support me, ok? I always supported you and Doumyouji. Just support me and Soujiro."

I nodded my head making Yuki break into a huge smile. "Ok. But if he hurts you I'll make sure he feels a hundred fold worse." I hissed cracking my knuckles.

At that moment Soujiro sauntered into the shop. "Yo Makino! How's the hard working virgin doing?"

I was ready to attack him about being good to Yuki, but I held myself back wanting to spare Yuki the embarrassment. "Yo Soujiro!" I smiled through gritted teeth.

"Yuki are you ready to go?" he smiled towards Yuki dripping with his playboy charm.

"Yes. Let me just grab my bag." Yuki walked out into the back room returning a few minutes later with her purse in her hand.

Soujiro reached out his hand and took Yuki's. As I watched them walk down the street I could notice a slight change in Soujiro. I had seen him go through his share of girls. There were so many I stopped bothering trying to learn their names. Around Yuki he was much more gentle and caring. When I did seen him with girls he usually draped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her along, but seeing him with Yuki holding her hand there was a quiet gentleness between them.

I looked down at my watch that said 8:00. Doumyouji is going to be here soon. I grabbed my coat and walked out of the store waving goodbye to the owner. Seeing as I had some time I took a seat at one of the tables set up outside. The street was lit up that nights form the signs of the storefronts and the cars whizzing by on the streets. Couples were walking by hand in hand deciding where to go for fun that night. Something across the street caught my eye, though. I could barely make out the four figures over the glare of the cars racing by. They looked familiar, but by they way they were dressed and walking through the streets I almost didn't recognize them.

Hatsuhara was dressed in a long black leather coat and black slacks. He wore a dark blue dress shirt left untucked and open at the top exposing a wife beater underneath. The way he walked was completely different. He was confidant in every step he took. Next to him was a girl with way too much makeup on and an attitude to match. He staggered a little with a bottle of beer in one hand and his arm draped around the girl. Behind them were Jin and another girl much like the one around Hatsuhara's arm. He was whispering into her ear making her blush and giggle profusely. Straggling behind were Hana and Fujio. They seemed to be the only ones not in a drunken stupor. I looked in disbelief at her transformation. Hana's angelic figure had completely been erased from the first time I saw her. She slicked back her hair into a ponytail hanging down her back. She wore bright red lipstick and black eyeliner accentuating her smoky eyes against her pale white complexion. She wore a short leather mini skirt with a white halter top revealing her perfect shoulders. With a pair of high heels boots she reached Fujio's chin. Fujio and Jin were dressed more like Hatsuahara as if they were going clubbing. It was strange to see Fujio that way since he usually seemed so preppy. As they were walking down the sidewalk forcing the other pedestrians to move to the side to allow them to pass Hatsuahara turned his head towards my direction. He looked at me oddly for a moment before turning back to the front and walking away.

I stood there staring at them as they disappeared into one of the many night clubs. They could have their secrets, who doesn't? We all have a side that we keep to ourselves. I forgot about what I had just seen and looked out into the street for Doumyouji's car. A silver Porsche sped down towards me and came to a screeching halt. He stepped out of the car and came towards me. I felt the wind knocked out of me. He had straightened his hair. Dressed in a tux, with a bright smile he offered me his hand.

I got up from where I was sitting and sweetly smiled at him. POW! I thrust my fist into his face sending him flying backwards trying to regain his balance.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" he yelled holding his face with his hand.

"Didn't you hear a word I said yesterday about skipping class!" I screamed at him.

"What?! What are you talking about you crazy woman!"

"No matter what I say to you nothing goes through that dumb pineapple head of yours!"

He looked at me with a restrained face holding back his anger. "Come with me!" He grabbed my arm and pushed me into the car. I struggled with him, but he overpowered me with his strength strapping me into the passenger seat. The entire ride to his mansion I struggled screaming at him to let me out, but he just ignored me with a stupid grin on his face. When we reached his house he pulled me out of the car dragging me through the doors to a line of maids waiting for his arrival.

"Get her ready" he ordered the maids who quickly scurried out of their line and took a hold of me pushing me into one of the many rooms of the house. I kicked and screamed, but four of them held me down pleading me to just stay still so they could do their work. After an hour they released me and I looked into the mirror. I was amazed at what they had done so quickly. They had untied my braids and allowed my wavy hair to flow down my back. I touched my face and smiled a little to myself. I was reminded of that time he had kidnapped me and dressed me up to ask me to be his girlfriend. I will never forget that look on his face when I flat out told him no. I was lead into another room where there was a dress laid out on the bed. I reached down and picked up the beautiful gown feeling the soft fabric between my fingers. It was a very simple pure white dress. I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror. It hung around my body fitting over every part in the right place. Was I the same girl a girl from a year ago? I looked down at my white dress that touched to the ground. He did have good taste, I thought to myself.

The maid interrupted my thoughts asking that I follow her. Wondering what Doumyouji had planned I was led to his bedroom. I walked in looking around for him, but he was no where to be seen. Before I could ask the maid where he was she quietly slipped out the door shutting it behind her. From a faint distance I could hear the sound of a violin coming from the open door to the balcony. Drawn by its sweet melody I followed the music through the doors. My mouth dropped at the sight that was in front of me. All the anger I had felt drained out of my body.

"What is all of this?" I managed to utter out.

"Doumyoji stood up in front of me smiling. All around us there were twinkling lights strung up sparkling against the back drop of the night sky.

"Can I have this dance?" Doumyouji reached out his hand and took mine pulling me into his arms. My legs went weak, but he held me up in his strong arms. We danced under the moonlight to the soft melody of the violin. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was perfect moments like this that reminded me why I loved him so much.

"Why did you do all this?" I whispered into his ear. My eyes widened at what an idiot I had been to hit him earlier. "You spent the whole day planning this? That's why you didn't come to school."

He looked into my eyes and nodded his head. He held me tighter. "Do you know what today is?"

I thought hard for a minute, but nothing came to mind. I looked up at him with a confused look.

"One year ago on this day, I was walking up the stairs and some clumsy girl fell on top of me. I pushed her away and threatened to red tag her not really caring about her apologies or begging. I would have just red-tagged her and forgotten her face, but her friend screamed at me. She stood with her arms at her waist screaming at me as if I were a normal person. It was the first time anyone had stood up to me. It was the first time I laid eyes on the woman who would change my life. I didn't know at the time, but she would change the way I saw the world. She taught me to say sorry, that not all poor people were bad, and no matter what obstacles we faced she stayed. I promised her I would always believe her and I would go to hell and back for her. It was at that moment I fell in love with you. Tsuksuhi."

I looked up at his face with tears in my eyes. "I love you" I said in a low voice.

Over my shoulder he signaled the violinist to make his exit leaving us standing there alone. I stood against the railing and looked up at the twinkling stars.

"Only you would remember the day a girl yelled at you" I laughed.

He came up from behind me and held me in his arms. Staring up at the same stars I had been admiring. "I wanted to celebrate the day that stupid woman came into my life," he joked. He pulled something out of his pocket and held it up to my face. "I got this for you."

I picked up the small velvet box from his hands and opened it slowly. With shaking hands I stared at what was inside. Inside there was a diamond necklace pendant of Saturn.

"It's beautiful," I gasped.

He pulled the necklace from the box and placed it over my neck tying it from behind. I touched the cool metal against my neck.

"I wanted to find something that no one else could ever give you. I would give you my everything. I wanted to give you the morning, the night, the stars. Since I can't give you any of those this was the closest thing I could find to the stars."

At that moment the sky lit up in beams of bright lights. Across the sky a meteor shower broke out splattering the black canvas of the night sky with blasts of fireworks. We stood there holding each other looking up at this miracle god had given us.

I awoke the next morning feeling my head against the rise and fall of his chest. He was still sleeping. We had fallen asleep outside under the stars. I reached my hand to my neck and twirled the Saturn pendant between my fingers. I looked at his peaceful sleeping face wishing we would always be this happy. Slipping out of his arms not wanting to disturb him, I took his jacket, which he had draped over me and covered him with it. I walked out taking one last look at him. There was somewhere I needed to go.

I walked up the winding familiar steps and took a deep breath before opening the door. As I peered my head out I looked around for him, but I knew he wouldn't be there. I sat down on the railing and turned my head back to stare at that familiar spot. He would have been sitting on those steps with his back against the wall, the sad face and all. How many times had I raced up those stairs opening the door hoping to see him there? I still came to the emergency exit stairs once in a while just to think. I didn't come because of the secret memories it had for Hanazawa Rui and I, but for another reason. All those times I sat here alone after he left I realized why he liked it so much here. It was a place to escape everything and just get lost in your thoughts. There was no other place than this that would make the previous night more perfect. I watched the sun slowly rising greeting the world to a new day. The wind blow sweeping my hair and the kicked the bottom of my dress up in the breeze. It was Saturday, so there were no students milling about for another day of the school. Being alone up there I could sense the eerie lonely feeling the old school gave off. I began to sing a melody that I made up in my head and just looked out with my feet dangling over the railing feeling the warm sunshine on my face. In the quiet solitude of that morning the only sounds that echoed against the quiet walls was my voice.

I spun my head around at the sound of the door slowly creak open surprising me. My hair fell into my face blocking my view.

"Hatsuahara?"

He stumbled through the door and mumbled a "sorry". He turned around and began to walk out.

"Wait. You don't have to go."

I don't know why I stopped him from leaving, but somewhere in his eyes I sensed he needed the peace and quiet just as much as I did this moment. He turned around and stood with his back against the wall remaining silent.

I turned my head forward not looking at him. "I see you discovered my secret place." I started saying breaking the awkward silence. "Actually a friend of mine first discovered it. I found it the same way you just did. I was really angry and came bursting through that door interrupting him. I don't think he liked it at first that I was always disturbing his secret quiet place, but he never told me to leave. I started coming here just because of him, but after he left I realized how nice this place really was. I don't think he'll mind if I let you into our secret club." I laughed.

Hatsuahara made no slight sound. He was always quiet like that. He matched this serenity just like Hanazawa Rui did. It seemed like this place was made for people like them. Always with a troubled look and strange silence that lived deep down in the depths of their souls. He moved away from the place he was standing and to my surprise he sat down on the steps. I looked at him in shock of how much he reminded me of him. I jumped off the railing and landed on the ground taking a seat opposite of him on the top of the steps. I stared at his blood shot eyes and the bags forming under them. I wasn't sure whether he was still drunk or suffering from a really bad hang over. He just sat there staring at me.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

I sat there enthralled with this strange boy. There was this air of mystery around him that bothered me. I just couldn't help myself, but be drawn towards him. Sometimes I think I have a sick desire to be around sad mysterious boys. His eyes looked right past me, and he pulled out a pack of cigarettes form his shirt pocket. He tapped the bottom of the box and pulled one out with his mouth. I watched him carefully as he flicked the cap to his lighter open and closed with a flick of his wrist. After doing that a few times he raised it towards his cigarette and lit it taking a deep puff and blowing out a stream of smoke.

In horror, I snatched the cigarette out of his mouth and stamped it out with the heel of my shoe. "Don't smoke these! They'll kill you!" I found myself screaming at him about the dangers of smoking at such a young and age and the effects of secondhand smoke. When I finished my rant I was out of breath. He remained silent and just looked at me. I watched as the side of his mouth curled up into a smile and a strange sound sputtered from his lips. He was laughing. His eyes changed from the glazed over look they usually had and I could see the glimmer of joy in them. I looked at him and not quite getting the comedy of my words I started to laugh a little too.

"Sorry, Hatsuhara. I didn't mean to sound like a mother, but I just hate smoking" I said between laughs.

His laughter came to an abrupt halt and he looked at me with those eyes that could pierce right through my heart. "Don't call me that."

I looked at him in surprise that he managed to say more than one word to me. I think that was the first time he had actually spoken a full sentence to me. I looked at that look of hurt in his eyes not quite understanding what great offense I could have said to him.

He looked up at me once again with a pleading look in his eyes. "Just call me Haru."

I watched the pained expression on his face and nodded my head in compliance. "Ok, Haru." I watched his demeanor slowly change. He just stared at me again with that look that always made me uncomfortable.

"Can you do something for me?" he asked in an almost inaudible voice.

I was taken aback by his strange request, but that sad lonely look he wore compelled me to nod a yes. I don't know why I said yes, but I did. He crawled towards me and sat down beside me. I could smell the stench of beer and cigarette smoke in his clothes and hair. I awkwardly squirmed a little not quite sure what he wanted from me. He laid the side of his head on my lap and closed his eyes.

I sat there stunned by what he was doing. I didn't know what to say or do at that moment. He was acting so strange, but then again he was always strange. I felt his body clench up and ease as he lay there. I opened my mouth thinking about finding out what made him so lonely and cold, but closed my mouth not wanting to spoil everything. It was moments like this that Hanazawa Rui taught me all you need is silence to cradle you. I don't know what came over me, but at that second I felt that I had to comfort this poor boy. I wanted to take away all the pain he felt within his heart. I looked down at him and ran my fingers through his hair stroking his head. I sat there humming the tune I had been singing before lost in that perfect moment.