Chapter 6(Tsukiko's POV)

Thank you once again Mystic-sesei!

Testing 234: Yes, it ties directly to Toki.

At my wake I gazed into Toki's eyes, holding a strange sense of utmost importance. His crystal amethyst orbs affirmed me of what I needed to know. "Tsukiko…I…" his voice held a hesitant nature and I could hear the indiscreet listeners at the door. We began to talk about the past easier than I expected.

Flashback…

I closed my eyes, in only a year I had undergone so much pressure. This college had better shortcuts than roads. This was one of those shortcuts. "Sir? Are you okay?" He looked homeless, but then again…it may just be the way the costume department makes them look on TV. I closed my eyes and let a calmer exterior come over. "Sir?"

"What is it? I have to get home!" I could see his glazed over eyes as he looked at me. Following this I walked home with him, enduring in a chatter, where I had one of the best ideas. I had then resolved to stop his drug addiction.

End Flashback…(1)

Flashback…(2)

Cold turkey was hard for him; I knew it was. I would take his drugs and flush them. Then I usually forced him to study. It was difficult, but I remember that this day would be stuck in my mind forever.

"TOKI!" I immediately snatced the money, throwing the drugs back to the man or friend, or whoever it was who sold it. "I thought you didn't want to lose your work money." I walked away, he followed, his hands balled into fists that would let out his frustration. Even after two years, it was hard for him to let out of his habits. He was getting better though.

"Why did you do that Tsukiko-chan?"

"Toki-kun, I'm doing that for your own good."

"How can you do something like that for my own good?"

"Don't you dare yell at me!" I spoke as the torture of stress whelmed once again "I'm trying to help you quit!" That broke his last straw of his patience. With his strong, but drug infested body he pulled me into a headlock. I had been in worse…but something told me this was different.

"How do you know? I always get this way with my life. Drugs are the only ones that care!" His tightening grip pulled me across the floor.. I thought it was something stupid, something that didn't matter.. This was before I realized what could have happened. I was thrown into his room, it was obsessively clean ever since he'd presumably started going cold turkey. He stared at me lustfully as if I, myself were his longed drug. The grip on my wrist prohibited my movement. He tried to kiss me but was torn off, by her. This was the popular woman who had given me a place to stay. Two males from the football team held him back and she turned to me.

"Akina…"

"Tsukiko, are you all right? Toki was about to…"

"I know." I felt her embrace grow tighter, after a couple of minutes I was allowed to return home. The bruises never left my wrists.

A week later...

Toki had been under direct watch from Akina, so I couldn't get to talk to him. This was our chance at an interaction; I could feel that we both wanted this as much as each other. "Toki…" I entered his room and sat on the small desk chair.

"Tsukiko…I…I…" He was embracing me tightly, crying his heart out onto my shoulders. I embraced him back, finding that his body showed no signs of drugs at all this past week.

"You are going to be all right…"

"Tsukiko, I'm going to stop being addicted…I promise!" His eyes glowed with delight as I smiled in return. "You're going to be my cure!"

End flashback…

I looked towards Toki softly with a smile. "So, you really did quit for my sake?"

"No…because I…"

"Because you what?"

"I…really like you."

TBC…