Hiro walked up to the tan Lexus parked neatly, wondering how Momiji could afford such a nice looking car. He dismissed the thought, quickly opened the door and sat in the seat. Without much effort, Hiro started the car and backed out of the parking lot.

"That stupid rabbit, how did he find out that I wanted to ask Akito about Kisa again?" he said to himself. He knew it would be a long drive to the Main House, but it would be a quick in and out, he should be back after dark. 'But now I know that Kisa will be far away when I ask him. He won't lash out blindly in anger.' He gritted his teeth and cursed when a car cut him off at the freeway. He quickly started to think over ways to break it easier to Akito. It didn't help him try to shake off his nerves, so he just gave up.

After about an hour, Hiro pulled up to the Main House, parking at the curb. Stretching from the long drive, he scratched his brown head and walked up the road that was lined by houses.

Knowing the place by heart, he easily managed to make his way to Akito's part of the house. Along the way he bumped into people he hadn't seen in a very, very long time. First he nearly rammed Ritsu to the ground, who soon went off screaming it was his fault. He also got a stern look from a weary looking Shishou, who was looking much older than he actually was. Hiro guessed these people were just visiting, just like him.

As Hiro stood right outside Akito's door, he waited to Hatori. He didn't have to wait long; Hatori came stiff-legged out of the room, slightly surprised by seeing Hiro.

"Well, I haven't seen you in a long time Hiro. It's nice to see you." Hatori said in his always cold voice.

"Hatori…I'm here to ask Akito about Kisa again." Hatori didn't say anything for a while but solemnly nodded.

"Yes, I wondered when you would come by. Now would be a good time. Age has softened Akito a little, also the constant visits Tohru gives him calms him down. I will inform him you're coming in." Hatori went into the room and in about a minute came back out. "He's ready for you."

Hiro didn't immediately go in. He stayed outside of the door, clenching and unclenching his fists and biting his lip. Finally, he took a deep breath and swung open the door.

Akito wasn't facing him. He was sitting by the window; his kimono is loose as ever, With his hands propped under his chin, he waited until Hiro stationed himself behind him.

"Hello Hiro." Akito said in his emotionless voice. "It's been a long time."

Hiro merely nodded.

"What is it you've come to ask me?"

Hiro didn't say anything.Akito turned around to face him. Hiro couldn't help but take a sudden breath. Akito looked no more that a skeleton, his bones jutting bitterly out of his pale body. His cheeks were sunken, leaving his eyes just as dark as ever. His hair, which not even growing close to the age of graying, was streaked with them.

"Yes." Akito grinned sickly. "I have changed haven't I? Not as young as I used to be. I'm reaching the age of dying. It's rare for the Head of the Family to live this long. Now, what is it you wanted to ask?"

"Akito…" Hiro barely whispered. "I know I've asked you this before…"

"Ah." Akito said, amusement tingling in his voice. "Kisa."

Slowly, Hiro nodded.

"So, you wanted to ask me about her, if it's alright for you to be together." Akito let out a laugh that sent chills down Hiro's spine. "Didn't I already give you an obvious answer?"

"Y-Yes sir. But…"

"But?"

"But…" Hiro hid his eyes with his hair, a trickle of sweat found its way to his chin. "I've never stopped loving her."

Akito didn't say anything for a while.

"Hiro, look into my eyes."

Hiro obeyed. The eyes which before had been so deadly, so dangerous, so dark…were different. They still had the menacing deathly look, but there was something there, something there that wasn't there before.

"Hiro, 11 years ago I didn't want you to love Kisa. You did something that wasn't under my watch, something I didn't want. But now." Another menacing smile threatened his face. "You might say I've been giving everyone a little freedom. To give them treats for being good." Akito bent his face so his lips were right by Hiro's ear. "And you haven't gotten one yet, have you Hiro? Do you want one? Do you think you deserve one?"

Hiro didn't reply. Akito's words still drummed in his ears and he was so scared at what the answer would be.

"Well…What can I say?" It didn't sound like a question. Akito's voice dipped down to barely a breath. "You may have her."

At first, Hiro didn't let it sink in. Akito drew away, a strange, almost distasteful look on his face. Than it finally clicked. Akito, the one who hurt Kisa, the Akito that had hurt so many, that Akito just said he could have Kisa. His Kisa. To be his, forever. Relief flooded through him like a warm wave. Happiness washed his face, and he forgot all about being polite and his face broke into a huge broad grin.

"R-really Akito?" He asked his voice barely above a whisper.

Akito, almost sadly, nodded.

Hiro bowed as low as he could, thanking him as many times as he could in one breathe, and got up to leave.

Now outside the house, he couldn't help but take a huge jump for joy and whooped. His Kisa. His.

Notes: Another chapter. It was a little hard trying to figure out how Hiro would react to Akito, but it worked out fine in the end. I'm so proud of this story, and I'm so happy you are reading it! Stay tuned for the next chapter!