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A/N: Chiwa'su. Oh my… it's been forever since I visit this site. Anyway, sorry for the late update. Here's Chapter 5.

Chapter 5: The Mishap

Kyo was lying in his bed with just a piece of towel wrapped around his waist. His hair still wet from the cold shower. He slowly massaged the bridge of his nose while thinking ridiculously of the relationship between Shinrei and Yuya? The thought of Shinrei somehow triggered some images of his past, something that Kyo had been looking for. A sudden shot of pain attacked his head. Flashes of memories suddenly appeared. Kyo saw himself as a child dressed in white, walking in a stone garden with many servants around. He was holding someone's hand but he couldn't see that person's face. Suddenly, he saw a child in prison. The memory was vague. His head was throbbing real hard. The images distorted.

"What the hell is this?! Stop! Stop!" he shrieked, pulling his hair. "Stop, damn it!"

"Kyo? Are you okay in there?" There was knocking on the door. It was Kyoshiro.

Kyo looked at the door horrifically. He was panting. He waited until he calm down before replying to Kyoshiro. "I'm..I'm fine."

"You were screaming so I thought you were – "

Kyo opened the door. " I said I'm fine. I did not scream. What the hell do you want?"

"Nothing. Really. I just…. Are you… The message, who sent it?"

"That's none of your concern"

"Kyo. What's up with the message?"

Kyo just kept quiet. He was silent not because he wanted to keep it from Kyoshiro or anyone, it's because he didn't know the answer or why had he been receiving the messages. Kyo walked to the window and then asked Kyoshiro something he had never thought he would ask of him.

"Kyoshiro."

"Yes?"

" Do you remember the place where we stayed before we moved here?"

"The Mibu Main House? What about it?" Kyoshiro looked at his brother eyes filled with questions.

Kyo closed his eyes for a while and then looked at him. He wanted to ask but thought his brother might not remember much or anything at all about the past, why their mother died, why they moved here in the first place. Even Kyo himself didn't remember a thing about it. It was like his memories had been sealed.

"What? What??" Kyoshiro was at his limit. "Tell me. We're brothers aren't we?"

Kyo decided to divert the subject.

"Hmm… Anyway, the new assistant" Kyo answered.

"The new assistant? Yuya-san? What about her? Did she send you the message? What about the old house? Huh?" Kyoshiro was at the peak of his curiosity.

Kyo didn't reply. He looked annoyed with Kyoshiro's non-stop questioning and thought he shouldn't have triggered his curiosity. It's just ridiculous to tell anyone about this because the whole thing doesn't make sense at all and above all nothing actually linked to anything. Why did he suddenly remember about the Mibu Main House and his late mother? Who was the child in the prison?

"Kyo?" asked Kyoshiro.

"Huh? What? Why are you still here?"

"Wh.. Why?? Well, you were talking to me about the main house and then the new assistant and then suddenly you were like in trance. Ah.. ah… forget it. I'm going to bed," Kyoshiro yawned and walked out door. He knew he should leave before his older brother kick him out of the room.

"You useless brat! What the hell do you think you're doing!" The voice of the shopkeeper can be heard miles away. He was too fat to chase after the little crook. The boy ran as fast as he could with two breads in his hands. Yes. It was the ones that he stole from the shop. He was only ten and nobody wanted to hire him for work but he had to live and survive this cruel world. They all thought that he was useless because he was a kid. They didn't know him and yet they judged him being incompetence. He'd love to live a normal life like other kids. He'd love a warm meal with a mother and a father together. He'd love to have his parents back.

As he was running, a gruesome image haunted his mind. It was the scene that he could never forget. He was on the other side of the window when he saw his family being killed by the robbers. He froze when he saw his dying mother and his struggling father. He only stood there watching every little detail until the robbers left. He blamed himself for being weak.

The fat man was nearing to the boy. The boy was surprised that the man could keep up with him. He took another turn and the man was finally out of sight. The boy tripped on a rock and fell in the lake. Suddenly he felt he was too deep in the water. He couldn't breath. He was going to die. Maybe it was a punishment for stealing the breads. Maybe it was a punishment for letting his parents being killed. He tried to swim back to the surface but something was pulling him down.

"Akira… Akira…"

"An angel…" he thought.

"Akira! Get up! Akira!" the voice was getting louder and now with addition to that, he felt a couple of slaps on his face. "Akira! Are you dead?!"

"A… Akari?"

"God. Are you okay? Your face was pale," said the pink-haired cross-dresser.

"What time is it now?" asked the young lad.

"Time to wake up. When I came back from the bar I saw this one lying in front of the TV," Akari pointed to the body that was spreading across the floor. He kicked 'it' softly but there was no reaction.

"He must have come in when I was asleep. Why did you wake me up so early?" Akira asked while his fingers massaging his temples.

"I saw you struggling in your sleep," Akari replied making himself comfortable on the couch next to Akira. "Did you have another nightmare?"

Akira pulled the blanket back to his head, "You reek of alcohol." Akari decided to leave him alone. He's been having these weird dreams for days.

"You should go back to your room. Don't ruin my sofa," Akari pulled down his blanket and rushed him to his room. Akira walked weakly and dived in his bed once he reached his room. "Hotaru. Hotaru!" Akari walked back to the lounge.

"Hmmmm…." Hotaru answered, eyes still shut from what seems to be a nap.

"When did you come in? Did Yuan kick you out again? Get up and go to the other bedroom. You're spreading dirt on my carpet," he dragged him across the hallway.

"Akari-chan," Hotaru suddenly spoke. Akari stopped. He knew something was wrong with Hotaru.

"I might have done something too much to upset Shinrei this time," he confessed. Akari let go of his legs. Hotaru got up and walked to the guest bedroom. "I might need to stay here for a while."

Yuya was doing her last count before closing the register. Finally, she was ready to go home after a long day. She was glad that Shinrei came to see her. It's been only a few weeks since she met him. They never missed texting each other and Yuya felt that they grew closer and closer each and everyday. Her stomach churned. "What am I thinking? I can't be with someone like him. He's way out of my league. Why did I even think about being with him?" she mused.

"Yuya-chan, you can go home now," said her boss, Anri.

"Yes, Tenchou. Otsukare-sama," said Yuya while putting away her cap and apron.

"Otsukare-san," replied Anri.

It was almost 6.30 in the morning when Yuya reached her apartment. Lucky for her the restaurant was only 15 minutes away from her place. As she reached the turn to Tokiwa Street, she saw a familiar black Bentley parked across her block. An immediate reaction was drawn on her face – a frown. "Why is he here this early??" Yuya was thinking of fleeing the other way but she changed her approached the car and knocked softly on the windscreen.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. Kyo got out of the car.

"Is there anything you need? How did you know I'd be back by this time?" she continued.

"Is that the way to talk to you boss?" he lit a cigarette.

"I'm sleepy. Can we wait until later, boss? My shift will start at 5pm and it's only 6.30 plus in the morning?"

"I need you now. There is no shift for a personal assistant," Kyo smirked.

She let out a sigh. "At least let me shower and change first okay." Yuya walked away from the car without even looking back and cross the street to her building. She is definitely annoyed by his unpredictable nature. "Okay, I understand the position of 'Personal Assistant' but that doesn't mean he can come anytime he wants. That's not even written in the contract!"

When she opened the front door, she noticed some odd, buzzing noise coming from the boiler room but she was too tired to even give a damn about it. All she had in mind was to 'steal' some time to sleep before going to work. When she reached the fourth floor, she was smiling as if spring just arrived. Unfortunately, when she peeked down from the window of her apartment, her demon-boss was still there leaning against his black beauty, which only meant one thing; She can't be the 'thief' now. Yuya entered the bathroom and let the shower ran while getting her cloths ready.

The cold water from the shower awakened Yuya from her lethargic state and she was thinking of making some coffee before leaving for work. She could feel her eyes were puffy. "I need some sleep…" she said while washing her hair. She wanted to invite Kyo up for breakfast but thought again that he might actually rejected her right in her face for the second time. She remembered the last time he sent her home after the thugs incident...

"Do you want to come up? For coffee at least," Yuya asked politely.

"In that dump? Not in this lifetime," he replied bluntly.

The thought of it made her really want to go to bed and ignore that man. She didn't even care if he had to drag her out from this 'dump' as he mentioned. The day Kyo would come up to her apartment would be the day when cats grew horns. But then again, she can't afford to be fired anymore so she could just dream about it.

Kyo who suddenly came here without any reason decided to convince himself that his action was seriously unintended. "Not that I'm here to check on Dogface or anything like that. It was pure coincidence." He needed some kind of distraction from whatever he had in mind because he couldn't sleep the whole night. He was just driving around aimlessly and the next thing he knew he was already in Tokiwa Street. He thought that he might find out some sort of a hint or a clue that actually led to something related to the message he received last night.

A sudden explosion from the lowest ground of Yuya's apartment robbed Kyo from his mind maze. His face was all pale when he heard another blast. The explosions were followed by an enormous flame which spread rapidly to the upper side of the building. "Dogface!"

The blast shocked her to death. When Yuya came out of the bathroom, she saw black smoke coming in from under her front door. She realized the entire building was on fire. Yuya 's mind went blank and there was no time to calm down. She put on whatever was on sight and gathered whatever she can get and dump it in her backpack. She tried to open the front door but the door was jam. "Shit! Shit! I can't die here. Not yet. I can't die now!" She tried to kick the door but it won't budge. She thought of jumping out the window but the idea was suicidal. The smoke that gathered in her room was already too thick and she was chocking on it. She gave up. She was on her knees and her tears were unstoppable. "Nozomu…"

"Dogface! Dogface!" She heard from outside her door. Yuya's flooded eyes opened wide. "Kyo…. Kyo!" she screamed banging on the door.

"Get away from the door!" he told her. Yuya moved away and Kyo kicked it from the other side a couple of times before it broke down. Yuya saw Kyo standing in the thick black smoke. "Perhaps cats do grow horns…" she reminded herself, relieved that he came to save her, for the second time. She could 'feel' her heart smiling.

"What the hell are you doing still sitting there woman?"

She couldn't move. She was paralyzed. The last thing she heard was the siren and then she blacked out.

"Yuya-san. Yuya-san"

Yuya opened her yes slowly. "Yu..Yukimura-san"

"Thank God. You're awake now. You've been sleeping for 2 days," said Yukimura.

"Owh…My things!" She sat up abruptly. "Nozomu!" She suddenly exclaimed. Her gaze shifted to the figure sitting on the couch.

"Glad to see you're all well now. I'll see you at work later," he said with a stoic face.

"You've got to be kidding right, Kyo-san. She doesn't even have anything with her right now. At least give her a few more days to find a place to stay and some clothes to wear," Yukimura said to Kyo hoping he would show some compassion towards Yuya.

"She's been sleeping for two days. How much longer does she need to rest? She looks fine to me. She got until 5 to find a place to stay," he told Yukimura. Kyo walked to the door, stopped and then turned to Yuya, "I'm expecting you to be at the office at 5pm sharp. This is an order." The door closed behind him.

"Kyo-san can be a demon sometimes. Correction, he is a demon. Anyway Yuya-san, I don't know who to contact when you were hospitalized. When Kyo-san told me you were here I tried to look in your application form for contact person in case of emergency but you left it blank. Is there any relative or friends that should know your situation right now?" Yukimura asked Yuya who's currently is the state of shock after losing her home and how inconsiderate Kyo was. "Yuya-san?"

"Sorry. Er.. no. I don't have any relatives here."

"Hmm. I will help you find a place to stay for the time being. Maybe the trainees' hostel, but I'm not sure if there is any room available. Maybe, I will talk to Kyo-san or Muramasa-san about placing you at one of the empty room at the top floor of the office," Yukimura suggested.

"Thank you Yukimura-san. That's so kind of you," she got out of bed and went to the closet. "Is this all I got?" she asked.

"That's the only thing that Kyo-san brought with him," Yukimura replied.

"Kyo brought it?"

"Yeah. He went back to that apartment after the fire was put out to take other things that…. well… could be saved," Yukimura told her. "By the way, I have to go back to the office now, Yuya-san. I believe you have classes today. But Kosuke went to the university to and settled everything, so you're excuse until your next class. So you don't have to worry about that. Since you're discharged today, you can just go to Mibu Tower and we'll talk about this later ok," he continued.

"Okay. Thank you again, Yukimura-san," she bowed and Yukimura left.

"Well, at least there are still people who are nice to me," she told herself. She searched for any clothes that might be a little appropriate to go to work, but all she could find was a pair of maroon sweatpants and a white spaghetti strap. She let out a sigh. "What? Not even a cardigan? This…. I can't wear this."