A/N: I've always been toying with the idea of Tsukushi and Akira. So here it is but I don't give any assurance that I'll complete this fic like my other. This fic is ver AU-rish For those who read my other fic, I would not continue them anymore because I've lost the whole story when my com broke down and I couldn't make myself rewrite but thanks for reading anyway especially to Toinks.

I sat on the roadside, under the rain. Fuck you Akira. I fucking hate you. You bloody bastard. Picking up a lone rock, I threw it as far as I could. I flew out of sight, to the other side of bushes. Tears streamed down my face, mingled with rain. My clothes were heavy from absorbing the precipitation but I didn't feel the cold. Hatred . . .extreme hate . . .

"Akira! You fucking asshole!" I screamed as loud as I could. " You heard me right! You fucking asshole! I hate you! I hate you!"

My body crumbled. I lay on the wet ground, crying my eyes out. It wasn't fair. I hate him. How did he have the power to hurt me even when he wasn't around?

He broke my heart.

Fine. Nevermind . . . I got over it.

He made me pregnant.

That ruined my perfect life. My mother threw me out.

Fine. Nevermind. My baby was the best thing that ever happened to me. Not every sixteen-year-old girl had the privileged to have a sweet baby boy, which I named Joshua. He was perfect in every single way. He never cried or made fuss even when he was hungry because he knew I couldn't get food. His bottle-green eyes, made my heart melt.

Akira never wanted him in his life.

Fine. It was his loss not mine but in a way it was also my loss.

I had no money now unlike Mr-Super-Rich-Dude, Mimasaka Akira and because of that my baby died. My darling Joshua. My only ray of sunshine was gone.

I never thought a fever could be so life-threatening. I tried my best to sponge my way to reduce his fever but to no avail so I had to bring him to a doctor. Being, kicked out and inheritanceless, I had to settle for a run-down clinice packed full of people. By the time I saw the doctor's face, my baby was on the brink of death.

I hate you good-for-nothing-bastard-Akira. You gave me Joshua and he died. I'm nothing now.

Nothing but an empty cold shell filled with bitterness . . .