Author's Note: Helloooooooo everyone! Chapter Four is FINALLY up! So terribly sorry for making you guys wait! I think that you might like this chappie! I'll try my hardest to squeeze in Chapter 5 before I leave for Massachusetts Friday morning! If not, then I'll have it up for you to read at the latest by Monday night! Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Identity Uncovered?

"You are going to pay for what you did to my mother!" the girl's eyes were fierce and they showed all of the hatred that was bottled up inside her for so long.

The man got into fighting stance, and he beckoned her on. "Come on, take a shot at me," he smirked. "In the end, I am going to win,"

That did it. She lunged and he dodged her blows with smooth moves. She panted as she dodged his kick.

"Are you getting tired already, little one?" he taunted.

"Tired," she scoffed. "No, certainly not tired. I'm just getting started,"

She leapt up and held her knives in style to plunge into him. He kicked one of them away from her hand. She gave a shout of despair.

"Sorry about that. I had to,"

"Don't worry. I don't need it," she smirked at him and her eyes glittered with mirth.

She did a somersault in midair and landed behind him, and gave him a kick in the back that sent him flying. But, he balanced himself and was back on his feet in seconds.

"Come on, I know that you can do better than that! Give me your best!" he taunted at her. Her anger boiled and she lunged at him with all her might.

He punched her in the stomach. She flew into the air and landed slumped next to a tree. She struggled to stand up. She took one of the smaller knives and threw them at him. He caught one in his hand. "Nice little weapons, pity they are going to work against you," he threw one at her and it grazed her shoulder before hitting the tree. She ignored it and threw her larger knife at him and it pinned him to the tree that was behind him.

"So much for all of your smart-aleck talk. It got you stuck in a tree," she cooed him in a mocking voice. "I think I just may finish you off right now," she picked up her other knife off of the ground and picked it up to plunge through his chest, when, she looked at his deep violet eyes and cocked her head. She thought for a moment and shook her head. "My friend couldn't turn out to be in a gang who killed my mother," she hissed at him. From behind her, someone grabbed her, she kicked him off. And realized that she was surrounded. She pulled her other knife out of the tree that held the man hostage and replied, "Sorry, boys, but this parties over, I'm out," she leapt over the men and disappeared into the night.

Shigure was one of the men that had arrived. "Sorry we came so late, we were held up by the two other girls that we saw a couple weeks ago. Come to think of it, they accompanied that girl who just disappeared," he scratched his head.

"She's the daughter of the Red Butterfly that Akito killed a couple years ago," he stated to Shigure.

He looked at him, puzzled. "So, now we have to kill her as well?"

"Not just yet. She's a good fighter, despite who she is,"

It was the start of the Spring Break, and Yuki was at the museum of fine arts. He saw a glimpse of Sakura through the figure of the dinosaur. She was with a little girl that was crying piteously. When he was about to go up to her and say hi, he saw that she was comforting the girl with a magic trick. She took a coin out of her pocket and showed it to the girl, then she flipped her hand and it wasn't there. The little girl immediately ceased crying, and Sakura smiled at her, gave her a lollipop, took her by the hand, and led her to the main lobby. Yuki stared at the spot that Sakura had been standing and speechlessly stood there.

Flashback:

"Don't cry, Tohru," he showed her the coin and flipped his hand.

"It disappeared!" she laughed glee.

"Oh! Yuki! I run into you here of all places!" Sakura was approaching him with a huge smile on her face.

"Oh, Sakura!" he jumped out of his reverie and smiled an empty smiled at her.

"It seems that I just keep running into you all over the place!" she smiled at him while cocking her head.

"Oh! Where are my manners? Here, let me show you around!" she gestured with her hand towards the direction of the art gallery.

"Sure! I'd love a tour of everything!" he smiled his princely smile.

A Few Hours Later

"… and over here is the collection of paintings by Picasso. These paintings were very exquisite!" she gestured to the picture on her left with her pen.

"He truly is quite talented," he replied.

Sakura laughed. "I thought so too! If you like that one, you are just going to LOVE this one!" she walked over to the one on the other side of the room. "This is actually redone by a well known artist of the fifteenth century…" as she continued to speak Yuki stared at her face.

"She looks just like her," he suddenly thought to himself.

Sakura peered into his face. "Do I have something stuck to my face?" she reached out a hand to her cheek. There it was. The ring.

"Where did you get that ring, Ms. Honda?" he suddenly asked.

Taken aback, she stared at him for a second before answering. "Oh, um, well, a friend of mine gave it to me a long time ago," she smiled and looked at the ring on her hand. "It is pretty, isn't it? It's the ring that he gave me while…"

"Let me guess, did he propose to you?" he smiled jokingly.

"Actually, yes, he did. He said that he was going to get me the ring that I have always wanted. It wasn't exactly something that a seven year old could buy. But, he promised me that he would get me the one I wanted…" she amiably replied.

"On November 21?" he asked seriously.

"Yes… How did you…? Oh, I suppose you heard the fairy tale that I made up when I was little? Did Uo tell you about that already? I thought that…" she continued to drabble on and on.

Yuki had a faraway look in his eyes. He was thinking of when he had said that to Tohru. They had made up a fairy tale together when they were little. He himself had given Tohru that ring that he said he would give her on November 21. The day that they parted. He felt around in his pocket for the box which held the beloved ring.

Suddenly, he figured it out. "Tohru," he stared directly at her.

"Tohru Honda,"