(A/N: I hope to take this opportunities to really apologise to all my readers out there for not updating this story for so long. I had been working on my Original stories, so I kind of left my fan fics aside. I'm really, really sorry about this. Now that I have more time than I thought I could have, I will continue writing this. I won't complain if you are tired of waiting and stop reading. It's my fault after all. But seriously, I'll love to get your comments. And I hope I'd not take too long to finish up this story. Please comment before you go. And I really thank God for all those who continued to support me. Thanks people! Without further a due, let's move on to chapter 12!)

Something wasn't right.

Misao stared at Soujirou's cold blue eyes and feared. What was wrong? Aren't they all right yesterday? What is happening now?

God, she felt like crying.

Soujirou entered Misao's room and closed the bamboo door behind him. There was a moment of long silence in the room. Misao feared of what he was about to say. His eyes were cold. He was emotionless, but his eyes were never this cold.

Misao held back her tears.

After what it seemed to be a million years, Soujirou finally spoke. " I think it would be better if I leave." His tone was monotonous and cold. Misao's eyes widened and she almost couldn't contain her tears any longer.

"Why...Why?" She asked, almost a whimper. Her heart felt as if she was stashed with daggers. She couldn't say anymore. She was too unpleasantly surprised. She knew she would cry if she were to continue speaking.

" The government's after me. I'll get you into trouble."

" I'm not afraid."

Soujirou didn't reply, just shook his head.

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

But Misao was too petrified to scream at him. She stoned.

" Sorry." Soujirou apologized and went out of the room immediately.

Misao broke down and cried. Her cries were wails.

Why? Weren't things going well? Why?

Misao didn't understand. After spending so much time together, why did he have to leave? She already said she didn't mind running away with him from the government. She was brave.

At least she thought she was.

But it seemed now she ain't, 'cause her stronghold had left.

Soujirou lied down and stared at the ceiling. He left the window open, so that the moonlight may brighten up the dark night.

But no matter how bright the moon was, it was of no use.

Soujirou felt so hurt inside. He didn't want to leave Misao. He had to. He was confused. Soujirou grabbed his hair and crumpled his face. Warm tears rolled down his cheeks as he curled up.

He didn't want any of this to happen. What are these feelings he's having? This mixed feelings inside of him? He was so scared. So very scared.

" Sou chan!"

Misao's voice ringed in his mind.

Her beautiful features and her beautiful voice. Her beautiful smiled and her wonderful attitude. She was always smiling at him. She never cared about his past as a Tenken.

She loved him.

And he loved her too.

But there were weird feelings inside of him he couldn't explain.

Nothing could describe the confusion he had.

Nothing could describe the pain he was facing.

He cried himself to sleep.

It was his lullaby.

Misao didn't sleep last night. She couldn't. All she did was lied down and stared at the ceiling.

Sou chan... Why? Just why?

Weren't they so passionate about each other? Why? Just why all of a sudden Soujirou want to leave? Was it because Yahiko saw them kissing? Or was it because Misao was too noisy? Or was it because she was ugly?

If it were those, she would kill Yahiko. She would not talk so much and listen to him instead. She would cover her face with a scarf.

Just please don't leave her alone.

Misao cried again. Her face was filled with tear marks and her eyes were so red and puffed. She looked wearing and hopeless. She kept crying and crying.

Why? Just why, Sou chan?

Misao sat up abruptly. Then, she got onto her feet and dashed to Soujirou's room. She pushed the door opened violently.

She stopped moving.

Soujirou wasn't there.

She checked every room and toilets, no sign of him. Misao stopped at her feet and cried again.

Since when had she become this vulnerable? Since why did she keep crying?

Since she met Soujirou?

She didn't care. All she ever wanted know was Soujirou. She needed him desperately. She craved for him. She needed him in her life. She needed his smile, his loving words, and his gentle touch.

Misao ran down the stairs as far as she could and exited the motel. She turned round and round in the middle of the streets, hoping to spot Soujirou. Everyone around watched her as if she was crazy. But she couldn't care much. She wanted Soujirou back.

Then, she saw a familiar figure turning left.

She ran, with all that she could, towards the figure. Her tears continued flowing like tap water while she ran. Her mind was blank for the moment. All she could think of was Soujirou. All she could think of was to bring him back.

She saw the figure a few feet away. She cried as loudly as she could. "Sou chan!" Her voice was sore with all the crying. Her throat was piercing, but she didn't mind the pain. She wanted her back.

The figure stopped at his feet, turned around, and looked at Misao. Soujirou used the same cold eyes he had used yesterday and stared at Misao.

Why? Why are his eyes so cold?

" Sou chan, I need you." Misao cried, almost pleading. Her tears continued rolling down her cheeks. Soujirou made no movement.

" Sorry." He said emotionlessly. Then, he turned around and continued walking.

Misao could no longer stand it and ran towards him and hugged Soujirou from behind. Soujirou stopped moving when he felt Misao's tears wetting his back.

" Sou chan... Why? Didn't you say you loved me? Why are you leaving me?" Misao's voice sounded muffled as she spoke, her face stuck onto his back. " Please don't leave me to my loneliness again, Sou chan. Please..."

Soujirou felt his heart ache. He whispered. " But I'm scared."

Scared?

" Scared of what?" Misao asked as she stopped hugging onto Soujirou and ran in front of him. She held his hands. " I'm with you, Sou chan, I'm with you."

Soujirou felt his tears brimming at his eyes. " I'm scared of my emotions." He admitted finally. " The feelings were weird. I'm scared. What were those feelings I had for you? Why did I dream of us kissing all the time? Why did I dream of us bathing together? Why did I dream of us and a child? Why? Why? I didn't understand. I was so scared. All these were so real." Misao never replied as he spoke.

" I recently heard that the government were searching for me wildly. They want me dead. But all I could think was you! I was so scared they might take you away. I don't want any of these! These feelings are so weird, so scary as it could be." A tear rolled down his left cheek. Misao felt her heart twisted.

" I'm scared... I'm really lost... I..."

Misao kissed him softly on his lips for a few seconds before he could finish what he wanted to say. She hugged him and whispered into his ears. " I'm with you."

Soujirou stunned for a moment, and then embraced Misao tightly in his arms. He could feel her breast against his body. He could feel the softness of her skin. They stayed there for a good long moment. All they needed was each other.

Yes, all they needed was each other.

(A/N: Done. Short chapter. Sorry. But anyways, do leave your comments ya? Maybe you could rush me to writing, or I may slack again. LOL. All right, ciao people! Next time!)