This Chapter's is going to be a tad longer, because I didn't really get into it in the first part. SO, here you go. Thank you for my review. Even if it is just one, it still means a lot to me, so thank you. )

Oh yeah. Sorry I took so long. Lots of things to do, and I just had to do stuff and other such.

A few years went by, and Koga and Ayame were becoming friends faster and faster. They'd go everywhere together; except each other houses. There was still that class nonsense hanging above them.

After Ayame had a new day with Koga, she went home and lied on her bed. She stared at the ceiling. 'Right now, being friends is just so…fine with me. I thought I would be in love with him right now, but I suppose I'm not…' she thought to herself. 'Perhaps I am developing a love for him and I just don't realize it…' she thought again. She shook her head lightly and giggled. How silly.

If only she knew how correct she was…

An hour went by, and she decided make dinner for the family. Her family life was somewhat okay. Her father passed on a couple years ago at this time, and she got a stepfather last year. She didn't have such a great relationship with him. No, actually, to be quite blunt, she hated him. He was just not a very nice person.

She had a little brother named Toshi, who was a couple years younger than her. He thought himself to be a tough character, but really he was just a sweet innocent little boy underneath. She had to watch him sometimes while her parental units where away.

While she was making dinner, her stepfather strolled in. For once, he was actually sober. This was probably going to be good.

"Ayame…I have some news." He said calmly. She didn't turn to look at him, but she was listening.

"You see…we seem to be…low on money right now…and there is nice boy who is willing to marry you for…well…a lot of money, and we were thinking the wedding could be after the new year…" he said stumbling on his words. She dropped the bowl and all the noodles fell. It seemed almost slow motion watching them all fall. When they reached the ground, its as if the words her stepfather said hit her as well. She turned.

"Its come down to this, has it? A once wealthy family, now desperate for money when it is the father's doing of loosing it all? I recall you telling my mother that you would never arrange me into a marriage, and here we are, talking of a man I do not know nor love for me to marry! Well let me tell you something; I do much more things for this family then you ever could! Mother goes to her restaurant to help us with money; Toshi goes to school to get an education so someday soon he can help as well! And you do you do? You take the money, and gamble it away!" Ayame said angrily. He slapped her. She lifted her hand to her cheek.

"Lets get one thing straight! Our family is desperate right now, so please be a good girl and marry this boy! And clean this mess up!" he exclaimed. Then he stormed out of the room.

Ayame sank to the ground and looked at the bowl. There appeared to be a rather large crack in it. Though, that crack was nowhere near as large as the crack starting in Ayame's heart.

The next morning, Ayame's cheek was almost the color of a rose. She did all she could to hide it, but nothing worked. With all the make-up it made it look pink.

'I suppose that'll do…' she thought sadly.

She walked out of the house with her brown handbag, and walked to the park. There was a slight breeze in the wind, and it laid shivers down Ayame's spin. She continued walking until she saw a boy running up the street with extreme speed. Ayame stopped and watched him, as he grew closer. His hair was an autumn brown, and his skin was a little lighter then Koga's tanned skin. 'But he's no where near as attractive…' she thought to herself. She blushed after she realized what she just thought.

As the man stopped in front of her, he pulled out a paper from his pocket and looked at it. Then he looked at her.

"You wouldn't happen to be Ayame, would you?" he said with a confident smirk. She turned and looked at him.

"Depends on who wants to know." She said coldly. His smile dropped a little into a somewhat of a serious emotion.

"Surely your family has told you about me, yes?" he said chuckling a little. She thought for a moment, until it hit her. 'No…this can't possibly…be my fiancé!' she paled. His once arrogant smile returned but with a bit of attitude coming it.

"I can see he did. I'm really not that bad of a guy I'll have you know!" he said defensively. She didn't say anything. Then her face returned to its normal state.

"I'm sure your not. Its just…" she paused thinking of what to say.

"That you can't believe you get to marry such a handsome man? Yes you should feel very blessed. Your not that bad of your looker, but with a few new make up tips, you'd be the most gorgeous thing that hit this planet." He said brushed some hair away from her face. She swatted his hand away.

"Well…I'm sure glad I don't have to deal with an insecure lonely old man, right?" she said giggling a little.

"Instead…I have to deal with a big headed jerk who doesn't even think before he speaks. I must be on my way now, good day." She said to him walking away. He didn't move.

For the first time…he was insulted. By a woman, nevertheless. He would make sure she wouldn't do that again.