Yay! Ayane breaks out! Anyways… hope you enjoy. Oh, and… *shameless plug* Do my test! Please! The link's in my bio, just copy and paste. Please? *Blink blink*

Oh, Gouki, yup, they are. No head-lopping off for us. Although, that could be a good thing if Ryu could get his head lopped off… O.O! Oh noooooo! Argh! I wish I hadn't mentioned that! OMG! I think I'm gonna go off and cry now… any %@$#in' monster lops of Ryu's head and they have to face ME and my stupid COMPUTER! MWA HAHAHAHAHA!

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"You do realise, that in approximately an hour I have a formal to go to," she told the nurse who was looking at her drip.

"Sorry, sweetie. You'll have to wait until next year,"

"'Sweetie' me again and I think I will have no choice but to pound you into the next fucking year. Got it?"

She grinned at the nurse's now 'bunny-trapped-in-headlights' expression.

"Besides, my… my father is very prestigious. He would tell you that if Ayane wants out, then Ayane gets out,"

Well, my step-father. Just because I don't brag about it like that stupid French shit doesn't mean it isn't true… at least that annoying snob gave me that idea.

"Ayane… you're Shiden's daughter?"

She nodded. Sort-of… but who gives. The nurse gasped.

"Shiden is a wonderful man! Send him our regards. He's done a lot of help for this hospital,"

"Let me out and I will,"

"I'll have to talk to the doctor about it,"

The grin that was on her face widened as the nurse went out of the room. She grabbed her possessions from around the room, and scarpered.

Well, she was there. At this stupid-arse formal. Even though the doctors were having fits. She had told them to shove their fits up their arses.

I still can't believe I fucking well took drugs. Good thing I feel peachy, but. What sort of idiot goes and 'overdoses'? Man, I'm a retard sometimes. Even luckier that I didn't, though… only got to swallow one of those damn things anyway, and it did shit all…

So now… it was the formal. Next chapter in her life, the dance she had been dumped for. She was wearing her dress that everyone had loved, her hair the way it usually was. And she was half-slouched in the corner as everybody else had fun without her.

Not that I care… but Hayabusa hasn't come yet. Kasumi's having a fit, too. That's good.

Her half-sister was in her toilet-roll dolly dress, with her hair curled and piled on top of her head. Anyone else would have looked nice, but the fact that it was her sister made it… not so nice. She frowned. Everyone looks good. Even that stupid French bitch. I feel so out of place.

The door opened suddenly, and everybody turned as one.

Arse! Trust him to make a grand entrance!

He certainly did look grand, she hated to say. Unlike most of the other guys who were wearing formal and looked completely out of place, (she nearly cracked up when she saw a surly looking Bayman standing in the corner, Leon chatting up some ugly girl nearby) he looked… good. She had to admit it. Most of the guys were wearing creased jackets and pants which looked like they had been their fathers' pulled hurriedly out of the wardrobe at the last minute, but his, again unlike everyone else's, was a white tuxedo, rather chest-hugging, she noticed, with black formal pants. And it looked sexy.

Shit! Sexy? That's just bull-shit.

No, it wasn't. She noticed his fan-club gossipping and swooning near the punch-bowl, especially about his hair. His hair? What the…

She looked over. Somehow, he had managed to pull it off without looking totally feminine in the process. It was out, trailing over his shoulders, and the top layer pulled back. The hair pulled back looked almost curled, hanging perfectly. The only thing that made her think it wasn't curled… well, what guy would pick up, and know how to use a curler?! Except to shove it up somebody's arse? What else could a guy use a curler for?

Wait… let's not even go there.

There were not as many of the usual bangs hanging in his face, either, making his face lighter and seem more youthful.

Arse! Even his hair is perfect! Dick!

…He's not even looking at me. Guess he really doesn't give a shit about me, after all.

"Kas! He's here!"

She looked over, and gasped. He was. And he looked stunning.

His eyes finally made contact with hers, and they widened as they saw her. One long curl dropped in front of her eyes, and she grasped it, twirling it nervously around her finger as she waited with bated breath for his reaction.

My god. That's… that's Irene's dress. Where did she… how… why?

He was sure that her intentions were good. But, oh god…

Irene… why am I even here? Isn't that an insult to her memory? Dating another girl, when she was the only one I truly loved?

Regardless, he walked over, trying not to show any visible reaction. Otherwise, she looked beautiful. He couldn't have expected anything less from her, seeing as she always did. Her hair was piled elegantly on her head, curled and exquisite.

"Do… do you like it?" she asked hesitantly.

"…Yes," he responded shortly. Let's leave it at that.

Oh, my god… is that…

"Hitomi, could you just wait here for a moment?" he asked. She nodded as he walked over to his sister. He felt kind of guilty doing that; Hitomi looked exquisite.

It is. Kasumi is wearing Irene's dress.

"What is this?" he asked softly, quietly, trying not to let fury seep into his very tone.

Kasumi's amber eyes widened slowly. "What is what, brother?"

He glanced over at Ryu, who seemed to be numb from the shock. He wasn't. He was just furious. He gestured furiously to the dress Kasumi was wearing. "What is the meaning of this? That's Irene's! Where did you get it?"

"Don't you like it?" Kasumi looked wounded.

"Of course I do, but it is Irene's dress! Why are you wearing it to the formal, of all times? Are you just purposefully being a bitch, or is it unintentional bitchiness?"

"It's a tribute!" Kasumi suddenly looked as though she was about to burst into tears. "A tribute to the best friend a girl could ever hope for,"

"And the worst thing the tributing girl could ever hope to do," he said softly.

Irene…

Hayate was standing there, publicly berating his sister.

He couldn't run. No, he couldn't.

So instead, he calmly collected himself and walked out.

Then and there, leaving a teary, open-mouthed Kasumi.

He didn't know the venue overly well, but he had had to walk there, hence his lateness. He could just as easily walk home again.

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing someone he never would have guessed.

"Ayane?"