a/n: I am writing.. again. Hahaha. I broke up with my boyfriend, though. . But at least it lasted nine months. Now I have moved on. Well, I had a long time ago. I like someone else now. But he's two years older. XD. well anyway. on to SANA AND AKITO.

Sana stepped inside the quaint house, Akito clicking the door closed behind her. Her eyes scanned the house--kitchen, living room, dining room... a bunch of boxes... probably still unpacked. Akito walked down the hall and up the stairs--interuppting Sana's gaze.

"You do have a habit of making people wait for you, don't you?"

"? sorry..." Sana's face flushed red, yet again.

Akito stared at her a cold stare, then continued walking up the stairs again. Sana instinctively followed. Akito opened the door for her, and Sana walked into the room. It was surprisingly clean and simple. It looked like the only room that was completely unpacked. There was a full sized bed on one side of the room, a couch in the middle, a tv, a desk, and a bookshelf. All of it was lowly illuminated by the coming suneset, seeping through the window.

"Go ahead and sit down on the couch. I'm gonna go change out of this uniform." Akito hastily grabbed some clothes from the closet, and left to the bathroom.

Sana plopped down on the couch, looking around the room. A glint on the bookshelf attracted her attention, and she got up from her comfortable retreat to see it. There were several pictures. One that caught her attention the most was of a woman--a very beautiful woman, smiling and laughing. Another picture stood in the shadows--a picture of... who...? Hayama? As a kid? Laughter overtook her, as she struggled to surpress it. An older girl stood next to him, leaning on his head. And there was a man, kneeling down with one hand on each of the childrens' shoulders. Sana inquired to see the man's face, but a gaping hole was found in its place. Sana, confused and bewildered, made her way back to the couch. She sat there, lost in thought and spaced out once again.

"Spacing out again, my dear?"

Sana snapped out of her reverie, and turned towards the door. Akito had made his way back in--and she had to admit, he wasn't looking that bad. He was dressed in simple baggy jeans, and a long, white button-down shirt. Some of the buttons near the top weren't fastened, showing and complimenting his muscular physique. His eyes gave that deepining gaze--drawing her in closer and closer as he moved in close to the couch.

"Wh-what are we doing here, again?" Sana asked, her hands fidgeting, and her eyes in a downward stare.

"I don't know. You're the one who consented to come here. I'm just... your gracious host."

Chills ran down Sana's spine. "Um... isn't there anyone here? I mean, you can't live alone... wouldn't we be bothering them?"

"Bothering them? How? We're just... minding our own business."

"Business? What business do we have here? I forgot.. tell me.." What business DO we have? I don't remember why I came here...

"Hm... I don't remember either... And besides... there's no one here."

Sana looked up in surprise, and immediately met his entrancing eyes. His face was moving closer and closer... and she couldn't move. Not a single muscle in her body. What? What's he doing? And what does he mean there's no one here? He can't live alone... who were those people in those pictures? Where are his parents? Sana pushed the boy away.

"Hey. You can't live alone, can you? You're only 16. There's nobody here? Any siblings? Parents? Where's your mom and dad?"

Akito got up with a huff, running his hand through his hair. He turned around, his eyes now went from soft to rock hard. "WHAT, HAVE YOU BEEN SNOOPING AROUND MY HOUSE? YOU THINK YOU'RE SO HIGH AND MIGHTY, THAT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO GO AROUND.. AND... AND..." He turned around, pacing around in a fury. Sana felt her face reddening, once again. Also bewildered at his, somewhat, overeaction.

"...mmm... well... while you were in the bathroom... I... I saw pictures of people... this lady... this girl... this man... a man with no face... so.. I just thought..."

"AGH!" Akito yelled in frustration, scaring poor Sana back into her embarassment. Then he seemed to run out of steam, and sat back down on the couch, his head in his hands. Sana looked at him with trembling petrification. "... I don't live alone. The girl in the picture is my sister, Natsumi. The lady... is my mom..."

"UWAAAAAH? Your mom is so pretty! Where is she? Can I meet her!"

"... she's dead."

" Ah! ... ah... I... I'm..."

"Sorry? Dont' be. Even if you were, it wouldn't help anything. I don't even miss her. She died giving birth to me. How can I miss someone, I didn't even know."

"... mm... so then... who's that faceless man?"

"My bastard of a father." Akito got up again and cracked his knuckles. He looked out the window, the sun slowly turning over to dark and moon. Sana stared at the lonely boy--who seemed to have broken out of his tough facade.

a/n: So there's chapter 4! Hahaha. Don't worry. It's not over yet. XD. Hm. Should I make this story short or long? Hm... Well, please R and R, so I can know how I'm doing! Please.

"Chinchinpuipui, hurry up and feel better." --Subaru Maou-sama, WNO-S vol. 2