Hey guys! I'm back! Wow, school's been hectic! Okay so I've finally posted the second chap! Sorry it took so long… as I said, school's to blame…

Kai: Hmph, mumbles no its not… you're just lazy…

NJW: raises eyebrows and faces Kai Wanna bet on it Mr. Hiwatari?

Kai: glares I think I'll pass thanks.

NJW: glares back

Glare goes on…

Kenny: nervously Oookay… Um… Well I guess I'll just do the disclaimer then, shall I? NJWolf doesn't own the show but here's the chapter she promised…

Tension continues in the room… Kenny walks out

Summary: They knew each other for a year and they fell in love, but she moved to another country and as the years go by her life turns to nothing but pain… Can he help her? (p.s.: this is not a yaio… but may turn into a lemon later on…not sure yet…)

Chapter 2: Arrival of an old friend

As the plane took flight Chacara stared out the window, becoming more nervous by the second.

Her memories flashed back to four years previous when she first met Kai. They were only twelve years old and in their sixth year of school. She remembered his beautiful Russian features: his pail skin tone, his two-toned slate coloured hair, his beautiful crimson eyes, and even for his age his muscles were perfectly defined through the clothes he wore. She giggled at the thought of him having his blue fangs and wondered if he'd given them up yet. He told her that one day when he's sure he has everything he wants in life he'll rid them for good, but she was sure he still had them. She also remembered that the only time he never had them was when they were alone.

Finally the flight was over. Chacara got off the plane and immediately switched her cellular phone on. Getting into the bus that would take her to the entrance of the luggage department in the airport she started her text to Kai. The only luggage Chacara brought was her backpack so she walked straight through the glass doors into the busy crowd waiting to meet family, friends, or co-workers. Once Chacara had sent the text she went to wait outside for another taxi to pick her up. She spotted an empty one, got in and told the driver to go to her old primary school, Yanecciko School for Russian and English learners. Silently she sat in the back as tears rolled down her face again, and after a short while she fell asleep.

Okay, so I know it's not a long chapter and not that great either but you'll just have to wait till I have more time on my hands… grade 11 (standard 9) is not all it's made up to be, especially in a new private school… k, cheers all! NJW