Well, here's the next chappie everyone. R&R! Notes!

Sesshomaur'sLuver: You're going to have to keep reading to find out the answer to all of your questions. Just keep reading. LOL. :) And as for your guess as to who I'm pairing together you'll have to keep reading for that as well. Have you read my last FB story "Dancing"? I thought you had. Well, just wondering. That was kind of random. LOL.

Chapter 7

Hatori wanted to avoid the Shiraki Bookstore but he couldn't stay away from it. At first he would just go and browse through the medical aisle, just to have something to do, an excuse to enter the building. He would run through different emotions each day. One day he would be exceedingly happy and ready to give a small smile at every little thing. The next he would be uptight and upset, knowing he shouldn't be feeling what he was. It would only end in destruction for both of them. And all of this was just if she happened to feel the same for him, but he was too hesitant to find out, too timid and scared of one name to move closer. Akito. The man would no linger waiting for the right moment to rip Hatori's heart in two. He would strike the moment he learned of a love going on behind his back, and strike hard.

Mayu was confused at why she was seeing the doctor everyday. He would flip through medical manuals for hours but he never seemed to be reading them. However, she was so filled with joy at his mere presence that she didn't bother to question the circumstances. Her father had returned from his conference days ago and she would still come in to man the counter after school everyday. Hatori would come in about one or two hours later. Shigure and her mother would be around occasionally, snickering behind her back. She wanted to see more in the man's actions than she truly believed there was. It couldn't be her. Maybe the bookstore had become his place of refuge, a place to get away from all the pain and grief surrounding his heart. It couldn't be because she just so happened to work there. Hatori Sohma could not possibly be interested in Mayuko Shiraki. Still, she loved to see his face everyday, even if he covered half of it with his dark hair.

"Well, class, we're going to be doing partner projects to finish up this section on the history of Japan," came the voice of Megumi's teacher announcing the upcoming project to the class. "And just to be fair I will be choosing the partners and the topics assigned to each group."

Megumi sighed as the rest of the class began to glance around the room. He could care less; he'd just end up being assigned to some unfortunate student anyway, as always. There was one other student who seemed to feel just the way he did though. She was the one who used to never talk and still didn't much. She had run away from home and been absent from class for a while. Her name was Kisa if he remember correctly. He didn't know the names of most of his classmates, and didn't care to since they didn't care enough to remember his. Yes, that's right, Kisa Sohma, he did remember.

"Megumi, why don't we put you with Kisa?" he heard his teacher say. His head popped up and after staring at her a moment he turned to look at the girl he had just been thinking about. Kisa was looking at him too, but instead of just a dull, dumbfounded stare, she wore a faint smile. He smirked back uncomfortably.

"Hey, why does Hanajima get paired with Kisa?" came a demanding shout from the back of the room. It was that loud-mouthed kid who seemed to have a huge crush on Kisa. He also seemed to be related somehow since they had the same last name, of course it could be a coincidence.

"What's the problem, Hiro?" the teacher asked. "That's just the way I paired them."

"They're both so smart, they're guaranteed an A," Hiro said. Megumi thought it was the worst excuse he had ever heard.

"I'm sorry, Hiro," his teacher said, not budging on the subject. Hiro sighed heavily and discontentedly as he folded his arms across his chest. She couldn't figure out why Hiro cared about her pairing Megumi and Kisa together since his grades were just as good as theirs.

"Mother, I've been meaning to talk to you about the problem that is arising with my power," Hana said as she approached Satsuki who was knitting beside her grandmother. The two women looked up and exchanged worried glances quickly.

"Yes, Saki, what is it?" Satsuki asked.

"Do you have any ideas as to what is going on?" she asked. It was a test. She knew they were trying to hide something, their worried expressions proved everything. The question was would they tell her anything. She could sense feelings, not read minds. She sensed uncertainty, concern, and hidden hatred. It confused her.

"I'm as dumbfounded as you are, Saki," her mother replied.

That's a lie, Hana thought.

"I'm surprised you haven't taken me to the doctor yet, you always have in the past," she said.

"Well, dear, it's not that serious yet," Satsuki lied with a smile.