"Shuichi? Do you still love him," Keahi asked. Shuichi stopped putting on his helment to look at Keahi. "That's an idiotic question, Keahi. You know I don't." Keahi still stared at confusion written all across her face. He put his helment down.
I don't still love him! I can't still love him. I'm about to get married to the spunkest dancer I've ever meet! Thoughts of Yuki should never cross my mind!
"Shuichi? Do you think that there is even a small part of you that could still love him?" Shuichi could have sworn she could read minds if he wasn't so busy trying to come up with an excuse. "All I feel for him is hate. Nothing more. Nothing less." Keahi was about to protest and he just pressed his finger to her lips. He couldn't tell her that he still might love Yuki because that would never go well and if he married her it would be against everything.
Sometimes life is a big fat pain.
Yuki's Point of View
He slammed the door shut and kicked off his shoes. He walked into the living room only to bump into the table. "Damn it!" He sat on the couch and pulled up his pant leg to check his wound. Nothing serious just a lot of pain. He went into his study and grapped a camara. He knew just what he was going to do. There was a knock on the door. He went and threw open the door and found himself looking into a pair of big blue eyes that belonged to an elderly lady. "Um, good afternoon, ma'am. Is there something I can help you with?" He stepped out of the way to let the lady in. "My name is Janice. You can call me Momo. Everyone else does."
What do you want you old hag? I have some work to do.
"My grandbaby is suppose to marry your ex-lover. She's happy and I love that but the boy! Ever since I saw him I knew he still loved you! Now...I really hate wedding crashers but for this? I might just have to help you with it." Yuki closed his door and smiled. "I'm all ears ma'am."