In hind sight I really shouldn't even be complaining. At least people are still reading this right, anyway, here's the next part.

You Mean, Rukawa has a best friend?

Chapter Twelve

Kira was looking up at Rukawa with a small frown in her face. She didn't understand him at all.

They were in the Rukawas' garden. Rukawa's eyes were following the movements of a small cat that had wandered in there, and was paying no attention to Kira at all.

She had told him about the details of yesterday's date. He said he wanted to know after all, and she intented to tell him as much as possible. She went through the events without breaks from Rukawa. This she found slightly weird. She had fully expected him to stop at every possible moment and critique, in other words, bash Sendoh for everything that he did that he knew or felt was wrong and afterwards Kira would defiantly defend the date until they both got tired of debating and move on to the next event.

She was prepared to argue, she had every thing worked out.

But Rukawa was as silent as a grave.

This worried her a little. Did she say something wrong? What did she say anyway? All she did was talk about her date with Sendoh, what was wrong with that? Didn't he say that he wanted to know about it?

"Um…Kaede?"

Rukawa grunted.

"Is something wrong?"

Rukawa didn't answer, nor made any motion that he heard her at all.

Kira came to a conclusion.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked quietly.

Rukawa's head slowly turned in her direction. Kira waited for it…

"No."

Kira felt relief. She was glad for that one thing. Fighting with Rukawa wasn't exactly one of her favorite past times. But this still leaves one mystery.

"You're being cold." She said, quite bluntly. She was not the type to beat around the bush, or at least not beat around it for a long time.She looked up at him, unblinking, as he himself stared back, also unblinking. She blinked. Their staring contest was over, but his eyes were still locked on the hers.

"So what?" he answered.

"Something's wrong." She said, not breaking the stare.

"So what?"

Kira's frown deepened. What the hell was up with him? He was staring at her like some enemy, someone he didn't want to hang around with, like one of his crazed fans or something. His eyes were seemed colder to her now, colder that usual. It made her feel extremely uneasy, and she didn't want to feel that way around him.

"Tell me what's wrong then." she reasoned carefully. "We won't get anywhere if you don't tell me what's wrong."

He said nothing.

"I know that there's something wrong, Kaede. It shows on everything that you do. If you just tell me then maybe we can work this out."

He grunted.

Kira's patience was starting to grow thin. "Kaede, I won't understand anything if you just grunt." She said, almost snappishly.

Rukawa's glared deepened. "Stop asking questions then."

Kira glared right back at him, her green eyes matching the coldness in Rukawa's blue ones. "Well how the hell are we suppose to work this out?"

"I don't care."

"Well I do." She snapped. "If you just tell me what the hell's – where are you going?"

Rukawa had stood up and moved to where the cat was. The cat, a stray, then bolted away to the other side of the garden. Kira had also stood up but didn't move from the spot, and instead, continued to glare at him with the same eyes, her hands flanked on her hips.

Rukawa stopped where the cat had been a few minutes ago, and then turned around to face Kira. Kira was a bit shocked, and thought that his face was contorted in a mixture of anger, and possibly…hurt?

"You kissed him."

"What?"

"Don't even think of worming your way out of it!" snapped Rukawa. "You kissed him!"

Kira thought and her eyes suddenly were wide with shock and her mouth had formed a small o. She had not told him about that. She intented to keep that part of the date private. There was no need to tell Rukawa, after all.

"You mean, you saw - ?" she stuttered.

"You weren't exactly hiding it from the world!" he snapped.

"But I thought that – " but she stopped when Rukawa has opened his mouth. She had thought that he was playing basketball somewhere. He wasn't exactly the type to be lounging around the house.

"I was waiting for you to get back, and surprise surprise you were kissing in the highway for the whole god damn world to see!"

Kira's surprise was being over ridden by her anger. "What is it to you if we kissed?"

Rukawa's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Do you know what the people would think?"

Kira laughed bitterly. "Since when did you care about people?"

Rukawa's eyes flashed for one second. "That's not the point!" he snapped back. "It was your first date, and already you're – "

"So what if I kissed him?"

"It was your first date with the guy!"

"So now you're telling me you don't trust me?"

"I trust you, it's him I don't trust!"

Kira was shaking with fury. "I'm the one dating him, not you!" she screamed.

Rukawa eyes were still narrowed. "He's not good enough for you, - " he said quite calmly, but was interrupted by Kira, who was starting to shake with indignation.

"Why the hell do you care anyway? It's my decision, and I date who I want and I want to date him, why the hell do you have to put yourself in the middle of what I want to do!"

"Because you're not making the right –"

"So now you don't trust my judgement!"

"NO! I DON'T!"

Kira stopped. She didn't know what to say anymore. She thought for a brief moment that this argument was completely pointless, but then he said those words. "You – you don't trust me?" she asked weakly.

"Kira, wait, I didn't – "

But Kira's eyes had already hardened, and she was looking angrier than ever. The warmth in her usually soft green eyes were now gone and was matching the coldness of the weather, and she was sure if looks could kill, she would be guilty of murder right now. "Forget it, Rukawa," she said menacingly, emphasizing his surname, "if you don't trust me, I don't think we can be friends anymore."

She walked off, without another word, leaving a dumb struck Rukawa rooted to the spot.

Kira's bad mood still had not worn off by the time she had gone to school the next day. She ignored the cheerful greetings of her classmates and snapped at her teachers during her lessons, landing her on detention. She was also writing harder on her notebook in a more menacing and forceful way than needed, resulting in many ripped paper in her notebooks.

Lunch came and she was still in a horrible mood. Her locker was shaking threateningly but she didn't care, even if the whole thing fell right on her, she didn't care, she just wasn't in the mood.

"Good afternoon, Kira," a voice greeted. The speaker then leaned on the locker next to her and smiled at her.

It was Sendoh.

"And what the hell's so bloodygood about the damnedafternoon." She snapped, glaring at him before stuffing her books in her locker.

"Er, bad mood?" asked Sendoh tentatively.

"WHAT THEFRIGGING HELL DO YOU THINK?" she screamed.

Sendoh raised both arms in surrender. "Calm down," he said soothingly.

Kira glared at him. It was, she thought, all his fault that she and Rukawa fought. If she didn't go out with him, then Rukawa would still be sending him good morning text messages, and she wouldnt be this pissed off. "I don't want to calm down," she muttered, slamming the door of her locker with much more force than necessary.

"If the locker falls on the both of us, will that be a reason to calm down?"

"No."

Sendoh sighed. "How does Rukawa put up with you?" he asked jokingly.

Kira glared at him. "Mention that name again and I'll slit your throat." She said, in gritted teeth.

Sendoh looked concerned. "You two fought?"

"What do you think?" she snapped, then sighed. She thought of telling Sendoh what they fought about. It did seem that he wanted to know, but upon reflection, Kira thought against it. "Sorry, Akira, I didn't mean to snap at you."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Kira gave him a weak, fake smile. "Not really."

Sendoh nodded, and put an arm over her shoulder, sensing that it was now safe and she wouldn't follow through on her threat. "Okay," he said, "let's not just think about it."

Kira nodded. She guessed that that would be the only way to go now. Forget about it. Ignore him. Do not think of him. At all.

"Sorry," she said again, this time managing a real, small, but real, smile. "I promise by your game with Shoyo next week, I'll be in a better mood."

Sendoh kissed her in the cheek. "That's all I ask." He said.

Yes, don't think of him. Ignore him. Forget that he existed.

The question is, can she?