I leaned back in my chair, popping my back, and I sighed. I think it's time to get out. I saved what I had finished so I could turn off my notebook and went outside.

Crisp fall leaves littered the ground and floated gently through the air. I sighed.

Fall. Soon it shall snow. Soft, but icy, white flakes will float through the air buoyed by gentle air currents to land softly on the ground and go from being individual to being one in a million.

I looked up into the overcast shy. "Yuki." I murmured, and smiled. "Snow. How accurate. Icy cold, but beautiful. So easy to melt..." I trailed off. Then started trudging along again. Head bowed, thinking, and slowly walked along the deserted streets. I stopped and lifted my head.

Where is everyone? I wondered. I looked at the nearest and was surprised to find closed.

"Wha?" I tilted my head in interest, then quickly jogged the few steps to the window and read the notice there.

"CLOSED FOR THANKSGIVING."

I blinked in surprise. "Thanksgiving? Oh." I continued on in disappointment. Thanksgiving didn't matter to me anymore. "But what about Mizuki?" I asked myself. "Doesn't she have a family to go to? I mean didn't I just see her this morning...?" Oh right, she mentioned that she was going for dinner at a friend's house. She even invited me.

I had nowhere to go. No friends, No family. And frankly, I didn't care. But I used to. I grimaced. Not since... The accident. I shook my head. "I don't want to intrude upon her nice evening." My problems are my problems.

So here I was, spending Thanksgiving alone.

"It's been a year." I murmured. Somehow, I thought that this day would worse than this. I mean, I had lost everyone important to me on this day in one fell swoop.

I looked up from my reveries and found myself in front of a coffee shop that was actually open. I let myself in with a tinkle of bells and a flurry of ice cold air.

A cheery girl leaned over the counter and asked with a bright smile "How can I help you?"

Her being happy event though she was working on such an important holiday somehow lifted my spirits.

A little.

I put a five on the counter and said "A double mocha breve with Irish cream please." I made a horrible attempt at a smile. But she seemed to understand. (Note: A double mocha breve is two shots of coffee with half and half, which is way better than 1, and Irish cream is one of the best flavors in the world! And no, that is not Starbucks talk. At least, not to my knowledge. It's good old lonely miniscule coffee stand in the middle of nowhere talk. Pretty common in the boon hickeys where I live.)

She tilted her head cutely. "What size?"

"Medium."

The register opened with a clatter and some change, along with a few bills, were placed on the counter in front of me.

"Be just a moment, sir."

I smiled gently (and not as painfully). "Thanks." I leaned against the counter heavily. The bell tinkled, announcing another person entering who was retreating from the blistering.

"Here you go sir! Have a nice day!"

I wrapped my hands around the warm cup and nodded my assent. I turned and found my eyes locked with feral gold.

Yuki stepped blithely past me and up to the counter.

I stood there in a daze. What are the chances of meeting him here?

I heard a voice ask behind me "Don't you have some people you should be visiting?" Yuki stepped in front of me with a tall cup of coffee.

Numb, I shook my head, not wanting to answer. His gaze felt penetrating and made me nervous. But I still had to ask.

"Yuki-san? Is.. IS it all right if I come over to your house?"

The older man looked at me, startled. Then looked annoyed. "I don't like men." He stated firmly. Maybe a little too firmly.

I looked away. "Sorry." I dropped my voice. "It's just that I have nowhere to go."

"Fine."

I whipped my head around and my eyes widened at the small smile I found fleetingly on his face.

"I don't have anyone coming for dinner. But that's my own fault. I don't much like company, but you do. Right?"

I looked at him even harder, rooted to the spot.

"Baka." The blond muttered and started out the door and down the street.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and ran outside. "Matte Yuki-san!" I jogged to catch up with him. When I was alongside I slowed down with an idiotic smile on my face.

Yuki lit up a cigarette. "What's your problem, brat?"

I shrugged, face now still. "Nothing."

"I'll believe that when hell freezes over." He muttered.

"It's just that I think I like you."

"I told you that I'm not like that!" He growled and stopped walking.

"Oh no. I'm not either. It's just that I don't have many friends. I haven't for a while. So no one's there much for me."

"No friends huh?" He puffed out a stream of smoke. "I don't see how even an idiot like you could manage that. You have enough charisma to befriend anyone." Yuki hid a smile at that thought by turning his head away from me.

"I don't know whether that's an insult, or a backwards compliment." I muttered. "It's just that..." I shifted uncomfortably as we started walking again "You're one of the few that's brought out my good side in a while."

Yuki snorted and I continued.

"I don't have much to do with people at all anymore. Because..." I don't want to get hurt again.

The way that Yuki looked at me made me wonder if I had said that last part out loud.

"What do you want?" He asked unexpectedly.

I jumped at the odd question. "Wha?"

He glared at me. "You know, to eat?"

I flinched and shrugged dismally. "I don't know."

Yuki stuffed his hands in his pockets and said "Go figure. You don't look like one to eat much. You actually look starved."

"I do." Every now and then.

"You should. More often too."

My eyes teared up. "Usually no one cares."

"What if I don't? I don't know you, and you're a freak anyways."

We turned onto a narrow drive, very near the blonde's house.

Why am I telling him any of this?

Yuki dropped his finished cigarette on the road and ground it under his foot without breaking stride. "I'm sure you could get through depression if you set your mind to it."

"Wha?" How could he know?

"You're not the only one suffering this thing, brat."

My mouth formed a small 'O'

We walked up to a building and through the doors. Yuki made a beeline for the open elevator and I trailed behind.

"Yuki." I called. "Why were you out?"

A glare was turned upon me as he growled "Why are you so annoying?" He advanced upon me. I was backed against the wall while staring at him in fear. "I wanted to know why I see you all over the place. Every time I go out, You're there." He leaned close. "Are you doing it on purpose?"

"I might ask you the same thing." I retorted nervously.

He growled in frustration.

"Honestly, the only time I've ever seen you was when I was drunk and slept at your house. Umm..."

I looked down to count on my fingers.

"Four weeks ago!" I concluded.

I looked up and felt like a prey being cornered by a predator as Yuki swooped in and kissed me. Yuki's eyes closed in pleasure as mine opened in shock.

"Ding."

Yuki drug me through the hall and stopped at a door. He drew his key out with one hand and held onto me with the other.

HE shouldn't have been worried: I wasn't going anywhere of my own will anytime soon. I felt numb. Shock? Pleasure? Fear? Why won't my body respond? Is it because I believe that Yuki will make me happy again?

All these thoughts rushed through my mind leaving my head spinning.

I was shoved roughly into the house as the door shut with a decisive click followed by the snap of a lock.

I slipped my shoes of and hung my jacket on hook. I looked at my hands and blinked. Where is my coffee?

Yuki slipped his jacket off and commented "You finished it and threw it away at the park."

"Park?" I scrunched my eyebrows together as I walked towards the living room. "What park?"

"You must be really out of it, baka. We walked right through the park on the way here. He flopped onto the couch a distance away from me.

"Oh." Once again my mouth made a small 'O' in wonder.

"I think it was when you were throwing yourself a pity party."

My head started to throb uncomfortably. Great...

"By the way, you're lucky that..."

It's really starting to hurt now...

"I really don't need you..."

"Shut up."

"What did you say to me?" He looked over to see me cradling my head in my lap.

"My head hurts, so shut up." I said gruffly.

Silence reigned for a moment then a simple question rang through the air.

"Why?"

"I haven't cried in a year."

Silence. Uncomfortable silence.

"Beer?'

"Yeah." I mumbled.

I heard soft footsteps and gentle hands wrapped mine around a glass. I sat up and took a large gulp. My eyes stung at the sweetness. Foreign beer.

A wave of sadness crashed over me and flooded through my carefully made barriers. I gripped the glass too tightly in my distress and it was taken from me right as large sobs wracked my body.

"They're gone! I'm left all alone!" I wailed.

"How so?" Yuki asked. Seemingly unfazed.

"They died and I didn't! I should've died too! It's not fair! It's all my fault!"

Don't you just love cliffies?

All righty then! Do I need a beta? Or do I need a beta. You always find these people that have these really wonderful betas and keep them forever and I think my beta disapeared off if the face if the earth. No seriously. She just vanished. Kinda disapointing. It took me so long to find her too! Is there something wrong with me taht scares people off? It makes me wonder sometimes. So I will keep stressing this BETA IS NEEDED! NOW! Hm... IF I get a beta there is a pretty large chance that I'll continue "Unexpected amtch". Is that enough motivation for ya? Oh and by the way: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review!