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On Love 2 2. Shigure's fiancée

I look across the room and see purple orbs staring back at me with equal determination. I could almost read his mind…

Hatori noticed the awkward silence and decided that it was time for us to go.

I stood up almost immediately, wanting to meet Shigure's so-called fiancée.

"Matte Kyo," muttered Yuki, "don't you know about the after-effects of the memory modification?"

"Eh? I think I've already had modification years ago but I don't quite remember…"

"Well, our minds would be a bit weak for a few hours or so… so it's better if we headed straight to our rooms and sleep before we face anything or anyone…"

"Fine. Whatever." I wasn't about to tell him that I thought he was right— even if he was. The cat should never bow to the sneaky mouse. But it feels a bit nice that we aren't arguing for a change… not yet anyway.

No doubt, when we wake up later… we'd go back to our normal violent selves. Yeah… when we wake up… (Great. Now I'm feeling sleepy. Good thing we're almost there.)

"Souma-kun! Kyo-kun!" I don't know who she was, but her voice sounded familiar… so she knew who we were? Oh… yeah… we are classmates.

"I'm so glad you're both okay! Shigure-san told us you had an accident…"

Shigure-san? That's no way to call your fiancé…

I suddenly felt light-headed. I must still be dreaming… or something close to it. I could feel the world move beneath my feet.

Hey! Damn world! Stop moving!

"Kyo-kun!" That girl came close to me.

Hey! Watch it! I don't want to turn into a cat!

But she didn't embrace me… she just held unto my arm and assisted me to the house.

"Sit here," she said, "I'll get you a glass of water."

I don't know how long I stared at her, trying to take in as much air as I could. I really think she's nice— more than she'll ever know… but I guess a part of me doesn't want her and Shigure to end up together…

Shigure's a pain.

She looks too innocent.

Okay… Stop thinking Kyo… You'll hurt yourself.

I clutch my head to stop the world from starting to spin again. I fall down the chair and landed right on top of her, as an orange fur ball.

I prepared to defend myself in case she screams and run around in hysterics.

But she didn't do any of those. Instead, she cradled me in her arms and held me close. She carried me up the stairs and placed me on my bed. She seemed to know exactly what would make me feel better.

"Ne," I muttered.

"Yeah?" she asked, putting blanket on me. (I am still a cat at this time…)

"Why do you like him so much?" I asked.

Why the hell am I asking?

She blushed and said, "because he makes me feel like he'd want to do nothing more in this world than to protect me… I… I know it sounds silly but… he's really nice deep down— once you stop fighting and try talking to him…"

"Are we talking about the same person?" I yawned, "Okay maybe later… I'm off. Oyasumi." With that, I closed my eyes and listened to the distance singing of the birds before finally falling asleep.