The most awfulest thing just happened to me.

Well, three most awfulest

1) I have writer's block

2) Fanfiction hasn't let me on since Monday :(

3) My mother doesn't like my tattoo

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She wants me to get it removed. IT WAS PAINFUL TO GET IT ON IN THE FIRST PLACE! NEVER AGAIN! I really hate needles.

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Me: Um... here's an idea. WRITE YOUR OWN STORY. That way you can control when it's updated, so you don't have to try to do mine. I couldn't get onto Fanfiction. Gee, sorry.

If you're going to stop reading, just stop. What's the point in telling me? Very few people review for more than two chapters a row. Which i find kind of weird... like they only liked Chapter 7...

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There's Beauty in the Breakdown

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Mahiru blinked.

Akito had just kissed her.

He had grabbed her chin, and kissed her.

She thought back, alarmed, wondering if she had blurted something out. She didn't remember saying anything.

'Maybe he kissed me because he wanted to…' her mind mused idly. She tried to dismiss it immediately, but the idea kept coming back.

What if he actually did?

Mahiru looked down at the man lying, eyes closed, next to her.

Well, if he could kiss her, she could kiss him.

Right?

Mahiru reached down and stroked his cheek. His eyes shot open. Mahiru bent over, rolling so she was in a more comfortable position, and timidly placed a light kiss on his cheek. 'Wimp!' her mind berated her. She trailed her lips over to his mouth. She gave him a chaste kiss, then when her mind refused to shut up opened his surprisingly pliant lips with her own and gently deepened the kiss.

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Hatori didn't even bother knocking. He simply walked into Akito's room, his black bag in tow. He was about to call the God's name when the words were shoved back down his throat. He gasped for air.

Mahiru and Akito were making out, lying on their sides and facing each other on Akito's bed.

Mahiru had her arms wrapped around the God's shoulders, idly rubbing the back of his neck with her thumbs. One of Akito's arms circled Mahiru's waist tightly, while the other was stroking her hair.

Hatori covered his face with his bag, and then peeked out again.

Oh God, it was still there. He wasn't dreaming.

Hatori tiptoed out of the room and shut the door without a sound, and then went outside for a cigarette or twelve.

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Mahiru was terrified when Akito turned away from her, but then almost sighed when he began to cough. She sat up and pulled his head into her lap, leaning against the headboard of his bed, half-lying down on all the pillows piled there. He continued to cough, and Mahiru began to get worried. She pulled Akito up higher, so he was in a sitting position, but he was still coughing. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, silently lending him her strength. Suddenly he spasmed, shrugged her off, and in one quick motion leaned over the side of the bed. Mahiru cringed when she first heard the retching, but hastily recovered and rubbed his back. Hatori burst through the door as though he had been sitting there listening. He gave Mahiru a genuine grin, and then turned his attention to the God.

Mahiru didn't want to leave, but got the hint when Hatori ushered her off the bed and shoved her teddy bear and book into her arms. She touched Akito's hand and then turned to walk away, but after a second thought lay Pear Bear next to the unconscious God. She gave Hatori a smile and then left.

Realizing how late she was, Mahiru yelped and got into her uniform, running to the school and agreeing to stay for detention if the tardy didn't show up on her report.

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Akito came slowly into consciousness, his eyes solidly refusing to open. He felt something on his face, poking uncomfortably into his nostrils. He raised one hand to rip it off, but lacked the strength. He let his arm flop back to his side. Slowly, what he had been doing earlier trickled into his mind. He allowed himself a smile, remembering her tenderness. But where was she?

He opened his mouth to call for her, but was unable to make a sound, his mouth completely dry. He heard his door open, and turned his head slightly towards the sound, forcing his eyes open a crack. His vision was hazy, but he knew the person entering wasn't her. It was the doctor. He let his eyes close again and he sighed faintly. He felt the stethoscope on his skin, and the doctor's skillful hands prodding his stomach and throat, then finally the cold needle sliding into his skin.

Akito slid back into sleep.

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Mahiru walked into the classroom grudgingly, her feet dragging. Two extra hours or a tardy, two of which counted as an absence. The school had been generous, saying she only had two absences, instead of two months of them, because of her mother and brother's deaths. She just wanted to go home. She was tired, she had homework, and she wanted to see Akito. She sighed and flopped down into her chair. She looked around, seeing other students doing their work, and pulled her out too, plunging into it vigorously, so she would have time for…other things… that night.

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Hatori checked Akito's breathing more serious while he was asleep; disturbed by a rattling sound that seemed to accompany each breath, even with the oxygen tube taped to Akito's nose. He went into his office and searched through Akira's records. Hatori often did this, always seeing that Akito's illness was about four or five years ahead of Akira's. Hatori flipped to the very end of Akira's file, when the man was about 28 years old. A few pages from the end, there were the symptoms that Akito was having. Random violent coughing fits, vomiting blood, and a rattle in the lungs. Hatori put down the file and massaged his temples, and then picked up the file again, reading it more carefully, and then flipping backwards a few pages. About two weeks before Akira had died it said he had stopped eating. Hatori sighed, remembering the untouched trays. "Akito… you're killing yourself." He muttered, then stretched and leaned backwards smiling "We're just going to see what affect Mahiru has on you."

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Mahiru jumped up as soon the second her detention time was up, her completed homework already stashed in her bag, and signed out with the sleeping teacher. She dumped her stuff in her locker, no need for it, and rushed to the Main House, getting there in a record five minutes.

"Hellooo…. Haa-san?" She shed her shoes at the door, tossing her light, unneeded coat to the floor. She jogged to his office, finding him poring over reports. She cleared her throat, and then giggled as he jumped and clutched his heart.

"Don't do that." He checked his watch "Where have you been?"

"Detention." Mahiru frowned in distaste "Because I was late."

Hatori motioned for her to sit down. She did, suddenly questioning what he knew. He grinned at her, his posture screaming 'EVERYTHING!' She grinned back, accepting that it wasn't a secret.

"I need you to do something for me."

"Okay…" Mahiru looked at the doctor quizzically.

"I was looking through the previous Head of the family's records. Akira, Akito's father. Akito is having the same problems that Akira had two weeks before he died."

Mahiru stared at Hatori, and then choked when she realized she hadn't been breathing, taking huge breaths "…Are you serious?" she gasped. Hatori looked strangely calm.

"Their illness is not defined in any book, although there seem to be patterns." He held up one hand when her eyes bugged out "This doesn't mean that Akito's going to die in two weeks. I looked further back in the file, and I noticed that it was only happening to Akira when he stopped eating. Akito stopped eating a while ago. I need you to convince him to start again."

"Why me?" Mahiru asked innocently, batting her eyelashes, and then dashed out of the room as Hatori threw his pen at her.

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Chapter 16, huh? That's quite a large number. So yeah. Okay I'm REALLY sorry about the whole taking more than a week thing, but it was soooo not my fault. I'll update again on Monday because I'm going away today and tomorrow. Visiting my family.

They'll totally back me up on the tattoo thing.

I hope

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Needles terrify me.

Review now KTB

Love Laur