I lay in bed for an hour, tossing and turning. All I could think of was that I had really wanted him to kiss me. My body was screaming for Kyoya Ohtori to kiss me, but my heart was begging for him to not. What is this? How can one man turn my life upside down so quickly?

I threw the blanket off me and grabbed my coat. I slipped on my tennis shoes, grabbed my taser, and walked out the door. It didn't matter if it was three in the morning. I had to calm my mind, and a walk was the best way to channel my energy and centralize my thoughts.

What am I doing here? I always knew someday I'd leave home, but I never thought I'd be in Japan. I thought I'd return to Germany or France to study among friends. I can't turn back now: I've made my decisions. My only alternative is to act rationally within the situation. AND, to remember that rational behavior does not include allowing extremely handsome men to put the moves on me. I left home to get away from all that.

Jackson…Why do you haunt me?

"Jackson." It had been so long since I had spoken his name. I had tried to erase him from my mind, repress the memories; but one brush with Kyoya Ohtori, one song request, had brought it all back. I had been blindsided by the rush of pictures, smells, touches, and feelings I recalled in less than two minutes. "Go away."

"Why should I?"

I sucked in my breath at the masculine voice behind me and quickened my pace. I turned my head enough to realize there was no one. I maintained my new speed, though. The sidewalk was well lit, but the park was deserted. It was then I realized how vulnerable I was. Alone. Three in the morning. No witnesses. Time to go home.

I grasped my taser more tightly in my hand and kept it at the ready. The over grown trees that framed the walkway were sinister to my eyes. My senses sharpened as I left my revery fully behind. I strained my ears for any sounds out of the ordinary.

Then, I heard it, a slight scuffling. I kicked my pace up another notch, so did the noise. Someone is definitely following me. That voice was not my imagination. Judging from the steps, they are relatively close. I began jogging, and the scuffling became decided running steps. I saw the park exit and broke into a full sprint. I was hoping my little bit of a lead would be my savior. It wasn't.

The yank on my pony tail was brutal, but I wasn't dragged into the trees as expected. My attacker pulled me close and turned me around. My eyes widened in recognition.

"Judy-chan. Why are you out so late? Or early, as the case may be?"

Sato was grinning sadistically from ear to ear. "You know, Judy-chan, it's safer to live on campus. Things like this don't happen at Ouran."

"You mean, you wouldn't attempt to do this at the university," I scoffed. "Don't make me laugh, Sato. You've tried and failed more than once. I don't think the place or the time matters to you. Now, let go of me before I am forced to retaliate." I tried to pull from his grip, but he twisted my hair in his fist and used his other arm to pinion my waist to him.

"Don't struggle, Judy-chan. You want this as much as I do," he whispered in my ear and began nuzzling my hair. I wanted to barf.

"Don't flatter yourself." Thankfully, he hadn't seen my taser. I raised both my hands to his chest with open palms, hoping that he'd take it as a sign of submission.

"Good. You've decided to make this easier on me." He released my hair and brought his free hand to my shirt front. "Pity, though. I prefer a little fire."

I seized my opportunity. I jumped and shoved the top of my head into his chin while I pushed the button on my stun gun and punched it into his gut. Sato dropped to the ground, completely out. I left him in a pool of streetlamp light. Don't ever try to challenge me again, Sato.

K~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two hours later, I got a phone call from one of my men. "Sir."

"Hrnng." Wake ups were never my thing.

"Sir, Miss Mooreson was attacked." That woke me up.

"She what? Is she alright?"

"She is. She was out walking when a man grabbed her. Since the bodyguard didn't witness immediate violence, he didn't interfere as you said to keep Miss Mooreson unaware of our presence."

"What happened?" I began to dress. I only had an hour before I had to wake up anyway.

"She fractured his jaw with her head and used a stun gun to drop him. Miss Mooreson then walked away from her assailant with a calm that her bodyguard said was quote, "chilling."

I had to chuckle at that. "Is she back in her apartment?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Put an extra guard on duty and tell him to expect my visit."

I finished dressing and grabbed my keys. For the second time that night, I headed out the door.

J~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There was no way I was going to be able to go to sleep after being attacked AGAIN by that pervert. I wanted to run home, but I didn't. Every shadow looked sinister. Every shrub held an attacker. I wanted to scream, but I didn't. I walked slowly, with determined strides back to my apartment. I didn't squirm when I had to walk in unlit sections of the street. I kept my eyes forward and my taser out. It was nerve wracking but necessary. I won't ever allow fear to conquer me.

When I reached my apartment parking lot, I did start running. I threw my door open and began to clear my domicile. Room by room, I flipped light switches on, opened closets and cabinets, checked under my bed and behind the shower curtain. I pulled out my archery set, crowbar, and any other blunt object with weight. I placed the bow and my quiver next to my bed, the crowbar in the lavatory, a large vase on the kitchen counter, and a baseball bat by the couch. I'd had to do it before, but there had never been a real threat. Now there was, and I felt the need for protection all the more. I didn't want to be alone.

I wish Kyoya hadn't left. What was I thinking? If he had stayed, I wouldn't have gone out. I needed him to leave, though. It was imperative.

My cell rang. I jumped and waited for it to go to voicemail. It rang again and again. Whoever was calling had relentless perseverance. I picked up.

K~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On the way to Judy's place, I dialed her number.

"Hello?" I said a silent prayer of thanks. She had answered her phone, but she sounded like she hadn't slept at all.

"Judy, I'm coming over right now."

"Kyoya? Why? It's three thirty. I need to get some sleep."

"I don't think you'll be able to sleep tonight, and I need to check on you."

"I'm not even going to ask. I'll put some more tea on."

"Can I have coffee?"

"Yes," she hung up with that.

I was at her door in less than ten minutes. I'm pretty sure I broke every traffic law on the way. That is a first for me.

I didn't knock this time. "Judy, open the door."

I wasn't prepared for her serene demeanor. She let me in without preamble, handed me my coffee, and sat on the couch. I understood that I was to sit in the easy chair across from her; but given the circumstances, I chose to ignore the implied arrangements.