a/n: GOOD NEWS! The poll has been extended up to the chapter after this… anyway, I'll be expecting more votes, even though you vote and vote again, as long as you're choosing between the two options I gave you…

however, I'm not angry but I'm a little disappointed that some people only gave their vote and not their comments about the story, that means I'm not that inspired to write this chapter down. But it took me mind and sweat to have this…

CHAPTER 4: TOUS QUE JE DEMANDE DE VOUS

(a/n: that's so damn French! to give you the idea of the meaning of the chapter title, I'll sing to you a nice song…"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime… say the word and I will follow you… share each day with me, each night, each morning… promise me that all you say is true, that's all I ask of you…")

Raiha kept sending roses to Fuuko every evening and one night, he took her out to dinner.

"Raiha, when will you stop sending those roses?" Fuuko asked that evening. "My house will be dead full of them."

Raiha held her hand momentarily and replied, "Until you accept me in your heart."

Fuuko blushed. "You know, Raiha, I like you very much." She stood up and kissed him on the cheek.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Raiha asked with a chasseur grin on his face.

Fuuko smiled sarcastically as she resumed to her seat. "That's a yes, you dimwit! Now, you'll be a little turned off because I act like this all the time."

"It's alright," Raiha said, nodding his head. "I like you for being yourself."

That night, Raiha took Fuuko to her house and Ganko was watching them by the window.

"Good night, ma princesse," Raiha said.

Fuuko bit her lip to hide her giggles. "Raiha…" she stopped as her lips brushed with Raiha's. They let their selves like that for about a minute then they broke apart.

"Good night, too," Fuuko said shakily, opening the door with her key.

Raiha waved a hand and proceeded to his car.

As Fuuko locked the door behind her, he leaned unto it and breathed deeply. "Do you think that's wonderful?" her brain asked.

"Shut up! You're looking like a maggot in my brain!" Fuuko grimaced.

"And where did the princesse came from?" a sharp voice from the dark interrogated slyly. "And since when have you become French, mon ami?" she futher asked.

"And since when have you a right to know where I went?" Fuuko asked back, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow. "Better go to your room, young lady, or I'll pull your tongue and chop it!"

Ganko squealed and ran to her room as Fuuko went to her own room.

"Well, that wasn't bad. French is the language of love," her mind whispered to her head.

"Yeah, right, maggot in my brain!" Fuuko teased. "Unless you stop that, I'm gonna shoot myself."

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"Congratulations!" an officemate greeted. She saw her table, all cleared, and two neat boxes by the side.

"What happened?" she asked.

A girl approached her. "Finally, Fuuko. You're lucky that you won't see that 'fireball' Murasaki."

Murasaki approached the crowd around Fuuko and started to grovel, but this time, kindly. "Ms. Kirisawa, you are now promoted to the executive department of this company. Please pack up and proceed to the nineteenth floor. Mr. Katsuya will assist you."

"You mean…?"

"Oh, really?"

"Fuuko's promoted?"

"To the nineteenth floor?"

"WHAT?" Fuuko shouted, making all of them silent. "What happened?"

Murasaki scanned her records. "I hate to admit it but you gained the most number of clients and insurance holders plus the investors in this company, you are their agent."

Fuuko took her things silently up to her new room. Well, she had a room and it looked plain, except for the magnificent blue laces all over it.

"Welcome to your new life," a cold voice said, making her stop.

"Reasonably, what are you doing here?" the wind wielder asked.

"Have I no right to enter the room of my employees? Besides, it's routine check-up," Tokiya mused.

"Funny you should ask. Now, I'm going to see you everyday!" Fuuko replied sarcastically, trying to busy herself by placing her things on the table.

"By the way, you should have to know that the executive employees are obliged to attend corporate parties. There will be a party later on this evening. You might want to bring one guest," Tokiya reminded.

"Whatever," Fuuko said. "I don't really know if I will attend."

"You should attend," Tokiya pressed on before leaving without a word.

"Jerky ice-boy," Fuuko muttered before continuing with her work. "Hey! Where in the world did my picture frame go?"

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"…Really? I'll go with you so you won't be bored," Raiha offered.

"I think you should not, Raiha. I won't go either," Fuuko sighed sadly.

"Don't say that, it's work. I'll go with you. Try to dress up, okay? I'll pick you up after fifteen minutes." There was a click and then his voice was gone.

"Guess I should go," Fuuko sighed as she went to the bathroom. "But what should I wear?"

As an answer to that question, there was a rustling noise and she saw a box slipped at her window. She removed a cover and she saw a simple white dress and white shoes. "Guess I should thank the mysterious man who gave this," Fuuko told herself. She leaned to her window and shouted, "Thank you, whoever you are!"

"That must be Raiha. You do not know how a man thinks."

She closed her window and went to the bathroom as she planned earlier.

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"Raha, thanks for the dress," Fuuko said with gratitude.

He looked puzzled. "What dress?"

"This one!" Fuuko looked at him suspiciously. "You mean you didn't give this to me?"

Raiha shook his head. "Maybe some other person. Well, whoever gave that, you looked beautiful in it."

As they went to the party, Fuuko felt out of place. She only clung to Raiha as he motioned her to sit down and relax. "You'll be okay," he whispered. "You'll be fine."

Tokiya was sick as he looked at the couple playing sweet. "I'll go out for a while, excuse me," he told his talkmates.

He went to the rooftop of the hotel and stared at the pool of it. "You're too late," he thought as he drank the glass of wine in his hand. "Too late!" he shouted, throwing it to the hard ground. It shattered to tiny pieces. He knelt down and picked a piece, squeezing it with his hands. "I will never have her again," he cried.

He heard sounds of people approaching the roof. He let go of the piece of glass and let it fall to the pool, the blood slowly swirling in the water. He ran to a nearby crate and hid behind it.

"…I want to give you this…"

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"This party's getting too boring!" Fuuko complained to Tokiya. "Is this the office life?"

"I presume," Raiha replied. "Come, I want to tell you something."

They used the elevator to reach the topmost floor and they used the stairs to climb to the rooftop. "What do we need to do there?" Fuuko asked curiously. Her curiosity cannot be handled any longer so she tried to control herself by zipping her mouth.

"We're here," Raiha said, opening the door.

Fuuko stared at the starry sky. "How beautiful! They're like diamonds, Raiha. I hope I could catch one of those stars and keep it."

"You don't need to do that. I already did, for you," Raiha said. From his pocket, he drew out a crystal ring, its glimmer competing with the stars above. "I want to give you this," he said, placing the ring on Fuuko's palm and closing it, showing signs of giving but not taking back.

"But, I'm not yet ready," Fuuko admitted shyly. "However, I know that everything will work out fine." Because of that reason, she took her silver necklace and placed it in, making it the pendant. "I will always keep it in my heart, as I keep you."

They kissed each other for a long time, forcing Tokiya to look at them miserably. He shook violently as tears fell from his eyes. He looked at the side, unable to bear his only love kissed by another man, lost from him forever.

They left the rooftop, leaving Tokiya, heartbroken. Crying, shaking, he emerged from his hiding place and looked at the moonlight. "I won't let you go, Fuuko!" he shouted to the endless swarm of stars that merely shone at him.

He shook violently as he tried to drown himself, jumping to the pool and making no effort to save himself. "Fuuko," he breathed after he lost consciousness.

a/n: I hope some of you got where I took the idea of having them go to the rooftop. "Anywhere you go let me go too… Love me, that's all I ask of you…" Well, the spirit of phantasy visits all phans (look at my profile) because the 1st anniversary of POTO comes nearer… nearer… nearer… Anyway, do you think this chapter is depressing? Let me hear… I mean read… what you feel, okay? And join the poll as well.

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Utara