Hey thanks to any one who read this story and hope this chapter is okay. But see I told you guys I wouldn't wait for 2 years to update again. Okay well maybe 2 weeks but still that's better then two years right? Oh well I am bad at summaries and better stop rambling or no one will read this. So da da da da ! On with the story!

Almost every one in the room had their attention on Maya and Eric yet none of them where willing to do anything about it. Even the boss could only just stand there thinking about the expense of all the broken glass. Maya managed to stand up only to be knocked right back down. The men in the circle were now laughing hysterically as Eric lay motionlessly on the floor not wanting to fight. Finally Wind, the girl in the leather outfit had had enough of this foolishness. Wind approached the man with confidence, her brown eyes full of fiery rage.

"What you so weak you have to be proud of beating up young children?" Wind said tauntingly with a devilish look on her face.

The man's face became furious, "what little lady you think you can beat me huh? You act like your some kind of a challenge, be a good girl and go get me a beer."

"Hey that's funny," Wind said as she managed to kick the guys feet out from under him causing his head to smack violently off the ground. "Oh by the way , I would like to have a glass of wine not beer, how tacky," Wind said as she pushed the heel of her boot into the man's round stomach.

Everyone in the bar immediately went back to minding their own business and the gang of guys ran out the back door. Eric and Maya began to stand up and brush themselves off. Eric began to thank Wind but she simply smiled and asked Eric to get her something to drink Eric nodded and quickly told Maya to go home. Maya, although a bit shaken put her art supplies back in her book bag noticing that the person Wind was with had left. Maya just shrugged and proceeded to leave.

When safely outside Maya sat on a bench and began to look for a tissue in her knapsack to dry her bloody hands. She turned her change purse upside down and a picture of Jim fell out onto her lap. Maya gently held the picture in her hand and remembered the day she had spent with Jim at the arcade. That day was the happiest Maya had ever been, She knew it was almost impossible to visit Jim for she realized no one would want to hang out with a wanted criminal. Maya sighed and stuffed the picture back into her book bag. She then looked up at the sky that was now a lot cloudier then it was earlier that morning. Maya sighed once more as the cold wet rain drops hit Maya's face.

"Oh well guess I better go home," Maya said with yet another sigh.

Maya began to run for the bus station to go home but by the time she was half way there she realized she had no money to catch the bus. Maya stood on the sidewalk by a busy intersection her long blonde hair now dripping wet. She knew she couldn't go back to the bar or the boss might fire her brother and then they would both have to find somewhere else to live. She watched a few more of the hover cars go by as they sprayed water on the already muddy side walk. About a moment later Maya had to her what seemed like a good idea.

"Hey Jim's shop isn't to far from here perhaps I can go see him. Maybe if I explain what had happened last night we can still be friends," Maya thought to herself with a little smile on her face.

Before Maya knew it she was knocking on the door of Starwind and Hawking Enterprises. Jim, who had been mopping around all day not in a very constructive mood called for Melfina to get the door. When no one replied to Jim's call he grunted and reluctantly went to see who was at the door. When he looked out the peep hole and saw Maya standing there cold and wet he quickly opened up the door and pulled her inside.

'Maya what are you doing here?" Jim asked a bit shocked and concerned.

Maya's eyes where soft, " Well Jim I couldn't find the keys to my house and I didn't think you would mind if… do you mind that I am here Jim?"

Jim shook his head, "No, no I don't mind come on we can go in the kitchen."

Jim was happy that Maya had come to see him but being that Suzuka could be home at any moment Jim was a little on edge. Maya hadn't known that Suzuka lived with him and she defiantly didn't want her to find out. Maya and Jim went into the kitchen so that he could make them both some hot chocolate. He let Maya wait by the kitchen table as he tried to impress her with his "coco making skills." He poured the freshly made coco into two mugs, set them on a tray, and put a few mini marshmallows on top. Before Jim could get the mugs over to the table he felt a hand on his shoulder and the two mugs went flying towards the ceiling as Jim jumped with surprise. The hand that touched Jim quickly caught the mugs and set them down on the table. The hands then messed up Jim's hair.

'Wow Jim you sure our jumpy but that's what you get when you don't make hot chocolate for a catarol catarol," Aisha said with a laugh.

Jim sighed with relief," Aisha it's just you."

"Well ya Jimmy who did you think it was?" Aisha asked playfully.

Jim just shook his head," Never mind, come on Maya let's go up to my room."

Maya followed Jim up to his room. They both sat on Jim's neatly made bed and sipped hot chocolate. Jim then noticed that cut on Maya's hand and held it in his. Maya assured him that it wasn't a big deal. Maya felt so warm and safe with Jim. Her whole world was completely different. She looked deeply in his eyes and felt she must explain to him about the night before. Maya began to talk but Jim just shook his head.

The smile faded off Jim's face, "I know about your past, your parents, everything."

Maya looked at Jim curiously. 'but how do you know?"

Jim looked to the floor, "I read your diary."

"you read my…" Maya's words where interrupted by someone's voice coming up the stairs.

"Jim,Jim you have a package that came in the mail," Suzuka said dryly as she approached the door.

Okay well that's all for now. Sorry for the cliff hanger but I'll update soon. Thanks again for reading my fanfic and thanks even double for any kind of criticism, good or bad.