I noticed, Tatsuha's fathers place doesn't have a doorbell, nor a door that has a doorknob (cause it's a freakin' shrine). I feel so stupid. Maybe it's because I wasn't thinking right. Oh well...

Thing that suprised me was I wasn't going to submit this chapter untill I finished the next one... Oh well. (I was going to do that, because this one's pretty short, plus I couldn't continue off from here, so this had to become a chapter. Cliff hanger! Yay!)

Onward Ho!

"..." I stared at the face of my kimono clad brother. He looked at me, as smirk adorning his mouth, eyes seeming to mock my very existence. Did he know already? So soon, the word has already spread?

He shoved past me, my back hitting the wall. "Sooo, Mika told me you got engaged. I just had to come and see what ugly wife the old fart got you." I glared daggers at my brother, he himself not aware that I cannot speak. Not that I wanted to anyways.

"Tatsuha!" Her voice rang clearly through my ears. My brother looked at me, and once again, smirked.

"Why hello beautiful lady, I assume you are Yumi?" I watched in horror as the horrible witch ran towards me, pushing forcefully on my brother sending him out of her way. Her arms clasped around my body, her weight almost dragging me down. She was heavier than most girls that I had encountered in my life, but she was not obscenely heavy. Perhaps it is her height that makes up her weight. I snort.

"Why did you push me down you fool?" Her "tears" stained my shirt, as she loudly sobbed into me. Aniki passed me a weird look and then walked away, a cigarette lit calmly in his mouth. I could only struggle against the woman trying to get her greedy paws off of me.

"Tatsuha?" She clawed at me a little bit more, her grip never loosening.

"Gee Tatsuha, you sure got stuck with a clingy one. So sad." I watched as my brother reappeared in my sight. "I pity you. Really." He flashed me a smile while Yumi, still clung onto me, glaring at my aniki.

"Well sorry for being so clingy, ass wipe," hissed Yumi. Woah, did she just cuss at my aniki? I guess little miss perfect, isn't as perfect as she seems.

"Oh Tatsuha, how did you end up with a brother like this one?"

Can you believe this woman? I just want to... claw her eyes out. Yes, I said claw. There is more pleasure in doing it yourself and watching the pitiful person succumb to your every will. I can just see it now, the flames of hell burning with my fiery passion of doom!

I sigh.

'A monk must complete his duty, but I can still dream.' I grinned inwardly, imaging all the things I could possibly do to her.

My brother's eye twitched. He stooped down low enough to be able to whisper in her ear.

"I don't care if your my stupid brothers fiancée or not, next time I see you, I'll make sure you regret those words." On top of me, I could feel Yumi shiver slightly.

So well, my aniki has now left me hanging with this witch. Alone. God knows what shes going to do now.

"Tatsu-chan, Your brother... he.. he.. wahhh!" Oh god, she's crying some more now. How do I get rid of her? Did she just call me TATSU-CHAN? I understand now that praying to Buddha isn't going to help me with my situation. I guess all I can really do now is just sit here. Tatsu-chan... nooooo.

"Tatsuha?" I disregarded Yumi as my eyes fell towards the doorway where a figure stood, a hat shadowing over the person's eyes. I could just faintly remember that voice. It sounded so dejected, yet I could still grasp it.

Sakuma Ryuichi, was looking over at me.

"I guess I came at a bad time, na no da." He lifted his head up and scratched the back of his head. A broad smile adorned his lips as he looked right at us, eyes clear and alert. I had forgotten that Yumi was still on top of me, whining. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Instead, Yumi talked for me.

"Are YOU the famous Sakuma-san?" The man that I had loved so desperately, had nodded to her question, almost avoiding me completely. Except, I could feel his eyes glance at me every once in a while. Being under his gaze, I could feel my guilt come forward. Did he come here just to chat about the petty things that didn't even matter, or was he going to insult me like Tohma did. Either way, my whole relationship with him was going to end here, I could feel it.

"--I adored your songs sooooo much!"

"Thank you, na no da!" I watched as his child-like exterior laughed and smiled like he usually did. Was I the only one who felt so pained over such a... trivial thing like this? I don't understand why he's here, just standing there pretending every thing is o.k, when it's completely and utterly not! I just don't understand, I don't, I don't, I don't!

"So, why are you here Sakuma-san?" Asked Yumi. I snapped up and pushed myself upwards off from the ground, awaiting the so sought after question of my own. As my eyes hit his own, I could feel myself tearing them away from his instantly. His eyes burned into mine, almost as if he were about to pierce my dejected soul with his icy-like gaze. It pains me so much just to see him again, but what does he want?

"Well, I was going to talk to Tatsuha, but it seemed like you two were busy, haha." Ryuichi scratched the back of his head again. Yumi smiled and pulled herself closer to me, wrapping around her hand on my shoulder.

Then it had hit me.

If only realization was easier to realize. He had seen us. On the ground. That woman on top of me. So many things could have been happening, but he had only thought of the sickest answer. Even I couldn't imagine myself sleeping with that woman.

"So, I guess I'll leave now..."

He can't leave yet, I need him! Wait... What am I thinking, he wouldn't want me. After all, I've now been reduced to a regular non-needed fan, rather than his number one, ultimate fan which cheers him on louder than any other girl in the world could.

Now, I can't even show my face in the crowd, and his platinum selling records and songs will no long be able to reach me.

I hold out my hand in front of me, extending towards my ex-idol without thought.

No more will I be able to hear his voice, his lovely voice which I have without.

Then without hesitation, I grasp a part of his shirt.

I...

I don't want him to leave.

So, did you like? It's like, half written in daylight, and half written at like.. 5 am. Who knows. Just enjoy.

- From: ME!