Mamori led Kyle back to her bedroom. Ont the way in though, Kyle bumped his shoulder on the edge of the doorway. "Ouch," he said. 'Sorry, Japanese homes are smaller than American homes. You probably aren't used to them."

Kyle sat down on Mamori's bed. Mamori checked her cell phone. "I have a text from Sena"
Kyle looked up, he had been admiring her perfect body. "Oh yeah? What's it say"
"He wants to study later." "I can leave."

"No," she replied quickly. "I'm going to tell him that we will tomorrow." Kyle was standing up now, and Mamori turned around form her cell phone. They were now an inch apart. The just stared into each other's eyes. "Hey..." Kyle finally said. "Hey," she said back, blushing.

Kyle put his hands on her hips, and he kissed her. They kissed for a few minutes.
Mamori pulled away. "Should we do this...?" "Why not?" Kyle asked. "We just met..."

Kyle smiled, and he leaned in. They began kissing again. Kyle ran his hands around her back, and then to her butt. Kyle sat up and he took his shirt off. Mamori ran her hands up his chisled body. He put his hands on her stomach and ran them up to her breasts.
They kissed again.

Her cell phone was ringing...

She pulled apart from him. She was in her bra now, and they were still making out.
"I should answer that. If it's my mom, she'll be suspicious..."

She answered the phone..."Hello? ...Oh, Hi Hiruma..." she gave Kyle a nervous look.
"I'm your front door, damn manager! We're going to have a nighttime practice!" came Hiruma's voice from the phone.

Mamori turned to Kyle, a frantic look on her face. "Just wait Hiruma! I'll be out in a minute..."

She hung up quickly. "Get your shirt on quick!" "Why?" Kyle asked. "Hiruma's outside!
He wants to have a nighttime practice!" "WHAT!"

The door burst open. There stood Hiruma and Sena. Sena couldn't believe it.
"Mamori..." "Oh Sena! It's not what it looks like!"

t was too late. In the blink of an eye, Sena was slamming into Kyle. He hit him across the face. Kyle lited him up off of him and tossed him like a sack of potatoes.

"How could you do this!" shouted Sena. He had never been angry like this before.

Kyle was now tending to a bloody lip. "Sena, it's okay..." Mamori started, but Sena just shook his head and ran out the door. Hiruma was speechless. "Hiruma..." she said.

"...damn manager," Hiruma said. He walked out.

Kyle turned to Mamori. "They're just mad because they all wanted you." Mamori looked at him. "It's true you know," he said.

He pulled on his shirt. "It doesn't matter."

"Where are you going?" she asked. "I'm obviously off the team. It doesn't matter.
I'll be leaving in a month, back for America."

With that he was out the door, out of her life for good.

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A/N: I think that's probably the end, unless no one likes it as an ending.