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This chapter is 'based' on the song My Soul, Your Beats by Lia.

A mere glance at the utterly lavish surroundings is enough to cement the concept that my friends are all rich bastards even further into my mind. Why on earth would anyone need this much wealth? Surely there is more wealth combined on this tropical island of the Hitachiin family which rests on the idyllic shores of the Caribbean than is required for everyday life but I digress.

To be honest aside from my rant of their mansion, I find Hikaru's fear of flying endearing as Hikaru doesn't seek pity and when it lands on his doorstep, he merely chooses to toss that little brain-fart aside and continue on with his life the way he knows best. By engaging in faux incestuous love with his twin brother to bring in customers for the host club…..it is shocking to think that a few months ago, I would react quite vigorously to such a cavalier statement. But now I merely shrug with indifference.

After all the trouble between Hikaru and me, I definitely need a break from the norm. I really didn't mean to hurt him in any shape, way or form.

I am just happy that he forgave me for my hurtful behaviour. It has never occurred to me that I could hurt him in such a way, I didn't realise that I had such influence over him, to affect him in such a personal manner.

I rest my head on his shuddering shoulder and gently smile at his vulnerability. I must sound like a completely deranged lunatic that I feel pleasure at his expense but it really isn't what you think. I am glad that he feels comfortable enough in my company to express himself so freely and without inhibition. Sometimes, I feel like I can tell what he is thinking even though I am merely a girl he has known for quite a short period of time but from the beginning I could tell those lovable twins apart with little difficulty. And why is that you may ask? Well, it is quite simply. Hikaru and Kaoru have very distinct personalities even if they look strikingly alike. It is obvious to me that Hikaru more often than not is the instigator of their frequent schemes. He has perfected the impish smile which usually takes pride of place on his face. But right now that smile has been replaced with an expression of genuine terror.

I am going to comfort Hikaru now just like he comforted me during the thunderstorm of '09 which shook me to the very core as we rested in the shelter of a stately church while I listened to Hikaru's playlist on a continuous stream of soft-spoken lyrics.

There is no need for forced conversation between us. I understand his current situation better than anyone. How many times have I locked myself into a wardrobe or any such sanctuary whilst the sky fought with itself as bolts of lightning lit up the night's sky and the thunder roared in my ears and me in the corner shaking like a leaf, completely comatose and unsure of my next plan of action? Too much times to count. It may sound a tad dramatic but alas fear is not rational and cannot be controlled so easily.

It's this train of thought which causes me to grip Hikaru's hand in a comforting manner which elicits a note-worthy reaction from Hikaru; his jaw slackens so much so that I feel the urge to gently push it back into place….Hikaru probably wouldn't react favourably to such an action.

Apologies for the late update and short chapter...Hmm, I think that just may be the understatement of the year.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!