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Author's Note: I am having so much trouble coming up with an idea. From the only request have, I am making this longer and more dramatic. (When I say dramatic, I mean a messed up past come to haunt Sakuno. Of course, since this is Sakuno, I'll tone it down slightly.)

I am sorry it took me so long to get this up. I typed up a mess of a chapter that blew up in my face so I had to start from scratch again. Please forgive me. I live to please my readers. Please R&R and flame me if you must but I appreciate the time you take to review!

Namuri sat lazily on the floor of her bedroom. Her books and papers were spread neatly in front of her, abandoned. She leaned against her bed, while laying her head back on the mattress. She'd been working when her one of her brothers had barged into her room, completely destroying her train of thought.

She'd promptly kicked him out of her room after relieving him of the letter he'd come to deliver to her. She lifted the thick package over her head, reading the address. Her thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang. She quickly answered it and heard Sakuno's voice on the other line.

"Namuri, it worked!"

"Really? So, will you tell me what you 'revenge' was?"

"Well, you remember Ryoma-kun, ne?"

"The punk, right?"

"Right..." Sakuno's voice held disapproval at the name Namuri had christened Ryoma. "I wanted to get back at him for saying that you were bad just because you look...bad." Sakuno said the last word with uncertainty. She couldn't come up with another word that wouldn't have her scolded.

"That's not new. So why did we have to punk you up? Mind you, it would be extremely hard anything in that uniform!"

Sakuno laughed on the other line. "I know, but you get used to it."

"I'll take your word for that."

"Anyway, now he can't say all people who are rebels are bad."

"THAT is your revenge?!" Namuri sounded upset. "It would've been easier for me to turn his life into a living hell!"

"Hey! Don't be like that!" Sakuno could tell Namuri was rolling her eyes. "Besides, I still like him."

"You're kidding me!" Namuri sighed in frustration. "He's so mean to you though."

"I never said I knew why I liked him. I just do."

"Alright..." Namuri admitted defeat. "So what are you going to do now?"

Sakuno was silent for a while. "I don't know." Namuri groaned. "But I'm satisfied now."

"...so no more revenge?"

"No more revenge." Sakuno confirmed. "I want you to talk to him though."

"What?" Namuri yelled. "Why am I being punished?"

"Please Namuri? Pretty please?" Sakuno pleaded. Namuri grumbled something under her breath. There were few occasions where Sakuno asked 'Pretty please' so it was hard to turn her down.

"Why?"

"Because I want to know you approve."

Namuri was quiet for a long time. "Fine..." Sakuno thanked her happily and hung up the phone. Namuri hung up as well. She looked at the thick letter in her hand. "Not right now..." She tucked it under her pillow and packed up all her books. She was in no mood to finish the remaining page of math homework.

Ryoma hit the ball forcefully against the wall. All his frustration and anger was being channeled into his uncoordinated swing. One particularly hard swing sent the ball at the wall and bouncing right back into his face. His hand instinctively went to his eye, which had been hit.

"Now that can't be good for your eye." A cocky voice behind him said slyly. He turned around and glared with his other eye at the girl sitting on the low wall.

"What would you know?" he spat angrily.

"Plenty." She replied. "Like, for starters, you should not be swinging your racket so wildly or you could hurt your arm and you should put some ice on your eye to ease the swelling that'll come with your black eye." She smiled smugly as he growled and turned away from her.

"Now, either Sakuno over-exaggerated you abilities or you've just gotten worse but either way, that was a poor display of tennis talent."

Ryoma spun around angrily. He was surprised to find her just a few feet away from him. He hadn't even heard her move. "See? You didn't even notice me." She closed up the remaining feet in a few steps.

"Shut up!" His eyes flashed angrily. "Who do you think you are? I know more about tennis than you ever will!"

"Probably but I know more about Sakuno than you will in three lifetimes." Ryoma was stunned for about a split second before returning to his glare. She raised an eyebrow and smiled smugly. She knew she'd hit a nerve. "But I didn't come here to fight with you. I came to ask you something."

He was slightly surprised but did not show it. "What?"

"Now I've known Sakuno for as far back as I want to remember and for all that time, I've never seen Sakuno take crap from anyone." The girl said. "But she's willing to take crap from you."

"What 'crap'?"

"Ignoring her, criticizing her, being mean to her in general,"

"That's just the way I am."

"Somehow, I'm not surprised." Namuri looked at him for a moment. She leaned down and held out an ice pack. Ryoma looked at it skeptically but took it. "Do you know why Sakuno would give you so much liberty?"

Ryoma looked coldly at the older girl through his other eye. "No."

"Are you normally this irritating or are you just acting this way because you hate me?"

"It's normal." He replied pressing the ice down. "Why are you here?"

Namuri looked at him curiously. "Because Sakuno told me to talk to you." The older girl peered down at him. "And I want to know why she's even bothering with a punk like you."

The two sat across from each other at a café. Ryoma was still holding the ice pack against his eye. Namuri was sitting with her tea in front of her and was watching Ryoma eat the cake she'd ordered for him.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" asked Namuri when he'd finished. Ryoma nodded and fixed his gaze on her. The cake had pulled his attention from her for a while but with the distraction gone, he could focus on her. "You know, that's Sakuno's favorite too."

"Who said it was my favorite?"

"I can tell. I've been around boys my whole life. I can read most of them without much trouble but you're a little harder."

Ryoma shrugged. "So why'd you bring me here?"

"To question you." She replied sipping her tea.

"I'll answer all your questions if you answer mine."

"That's fair." Namuri eased herself into a different position. "You can start."

"How do you know Sakuno?"

"Sakuno used to go to my school. She and I became friends and after a while, we dated."

Ryoma was shocked to say the least. Namuri didn't seem at all affected. She admitted it openly without embarrassment or hesitation.

"So do you two still...you know?" he asked.

"Date? No. We stopped when she changed schools. We kept in touch but it was all pretty harmless."

"What kind of a relationship did you have?"

"We were very close but I didn't have sex with her if that's what you mean. We were just kids after all."

Ryoma blushed slightly. She spoke so easily and was not embarrassed at all. He calmed down and thought of another question.

"Do you still like Sakuno?"

Namuri sat and thought for a moment. "Yeah but I'm not clingy. Sakuno changed since I last saw her and she doesn't like me that way anymore. I don't really care. I'll always care about Sakuno."

Ryoma watched her carefully. He wasn't sure if she was telling the truth but she didn't seem to be lying. He couldn't come up with a direct reason for her to lie either so he trusted her answers.

"Anything else you want to know?" she asked. He'd been silent for a long while and was starring at her. Ryoma shrugged and tugged his hat down. "Well, I want my turn now."

She leaned back and watched him. He felt like he could almost see her brain calculating all the questions and responses.

"Do you like Sakuno?" Her question was simple and it rolled off her tongue so easily. It was like she was asking for the time rather than for deep personal feelings he didn't know of.

"I don't know." He replied. It was truthful at least.

Namuri frowned a bit. Her dark green eyes watched his every muscle and if she was looking for something she found it because she smiled and chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Ryoma asked heatedly.

"I don't know why kids are so confused. I knew I liked Sakuno when I was six and I'm a girl!" She smiled. Ryoma glared at her and pressed the ice pack back on his eye to avoid looking at her. When she was done laughing, she resumed her questions. "Would you rather have a whole cheerleading section or Sakuno cheering for you?"

He almost dropped his ice pack. What the heck kind of question was that? Was she even taking this inquiry seriously? She looked at him and he figured she actually meant it as a question. "Sakuno."

She smiled and asked another question. "Would you rather go sky diving or dance with Sakuno?"

This time he fell out of his chair. "What kind of questions are these?" Was this girl just nuts or was there some reason she was asking these questions?

"Hey, it's not your turn to ask!" She centered her stare back on him. "Now answer the question."

He climbed back into his chair, tugging his hat down over his face to hide his embarrassment from the other staring customers. "Sky diving."

Namuri smirked. "Candy or chocolate?"

"Excuse me?" he asked looking up with his better eye.

"Do you like candy or chocolate?" she explained patiently.

"Chocolate."

"Milkshake or ice cream?"

"Ice cream."

"Dinner or a movie?"

"Dinner."

"Sakuno or tennis?" He stopped. Namuri smirked. "Gotcha!" He glared at the older girl but didn't answer. She watched him for a moment and decided to end his misery. "Do you have anymore questions?"

"Boys or girls?" he asked.

Namuri looked at him a little surprised. Then she smiled and replied, "Both."

Sakuno was getting toweling off her hair when the phone rang. She picked it up and answered.

"Hey Sakuno,"

"Namuri? How'd it go?"

"You mean with the punk? It was fine. It was kind of like talking to Bret or one of my brothers. That boy's a smart ass though."

Sakuno giggled. "Well what happened?"

"I can't tell you. I promised him I wouldn't. I can tell you I like him a hell of a lot more now though."

Sakuno bounced on her bed a bit. "Ok, do you want to hang out tomorrow?"

"I do but I can't. My brothers and I are going out tomorrow."

"Aw...that's too bad." Sakuno said disappointedly. Sakuno heard loud yelling in the background and sighed guessing what was going on in Namuri's household.

"I've got to go. My brother needs the phone." Namuri said in an annoyed tone. "I'll see you later, ok?"

"Ok." Sakuno hung up the phone and resumed the task of drying her hair. Suddenly the phone rung again and Sakuno answered it, expecting Namuri to say she forgot to tell her something.

But it wasn't Namuri. It wasn't anyone Sakuno wanted to talk to. The cold, cruel voice sent icy shivers down Sakuno's spine. Everything in her mind and body told her to hang up but her hand just wouldn't drop the phone onto its receiver.

"Sakuno-chan..." whispered the cold voice, that filthy voice that had said such horrible things to her and the man had scarred her for life. It haunted her. That man had changed her life for the worst and she would never forget him for it. "I'm coming for you...just you wait and see...Sakuno-chan."

Author's Note: Thank you to all the reviews. I hope no one will hate me for this. I will try and get my chapters up quickly but please be patient. Thanks again for all the reviews!