Hey guys, um, first of all, I decided to continue this just for fun, though I am still writing another story about Demi, k? So check it out too. And I might change the POV because 1st point was kinda just a test run for me...

You're probably thinking about how the last chappie was such a happy ending. Well, get ready for disappointment! xD

Oh and btw at the beginning I said this was Demi's POV but sometimes I'm gonna go to Ryoma.

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We ate happily some sushi, and Ryoma and I were somewhat in our own little world. I guess he didn't want to exclude me since I didn't know anybody.

We laughed quite a lot as he tried to teach me to eat with raishi, and every once in awhile I noticed his friends whispering amongst themselves. I don't know if that's typical of them. Probably so.

We left, and once again, I was somewhat scared by their incredible kindness. There is no comparison, really. As we walked away, I could've sworn I heard Momo-chan-sempai whistle. But when I asked Ryoma, he told me angrily that it was only my imagination. Heh, yeah right!

Just to piss him off one more time, in plain sight of his friends, I leaned on his shoulder, holding my arms together as if I were cold. I really wasn't, but whatever. He wrapped his arm around me, somewhat forgetting that his friends were around.

"You really aren't used to the weather, are you?" he whispered. I was close enough to hear him.

"Thanks." I said with a smile.

"Hey, it's just an arm…"

"No. For being a great friend." I said with a smile as I looked up to see his reaction. He was looking down thoughtfully.

"I need to thank you." He replied. "Because if it weren't for you… I wouldn't have known what it was like to smile this often." One side of his lip went up. Gawd, I melted. And without noticing, I dug my face into his chest. He was beet-red by now.

"Gomen!" I said quickly, realizing what I was doing. "It's just that what you said was so cute…"

Ryoma blushed and pulled his cap down, muttering a "che!" as he held back a smile. I laughed, knowing I was at least able to get a reaction.

After that, we spent a few weeks more avoiding his SeiGaku friends. He kept on getting messages from them, but he never let me read them. I'm not sure if they were encouraging him or discouraging him from meeting them again. Maybe their intention and his reaction was different, respectively.

At the Café one day, I dozed off. Thought of how maybe I was the one harming his relationship with his SeiGaku friends.

"Demi?" Ryoma asked, recognizing the sadness in my aura. "Are you okay?"

"Hn?" I said suddenly, snapping out of my thoughts. "Oh, well… I was just thinking… I feel sort of bad because, well… am I the reason why you're not hanging out with your SeiGaku friends?" Ryoma let out a nervous laugh and looked down solemnly.

"They've been crappy lately." He said honestly. That's one of the things I love about Ryoma. Once you gain his trust, he's honest with you. "It has nothing to do with you, Demi."

"Hmm…" I moaned, pondering as I looked to the floor. I wasn't entirely convinced yet. I wasn't really concerned about the text I received, as silence took over our table. Until I saw its content.

"Holy shit!" I suddenly exclaimed, getting up for no reason.

"Nani?" Ryoma asked, getting up as well.

"I forgot to tell my tango teacher that I was traveling!" I laughed. "She is so worried!" Ryoma joined in, laughing lightly as well.

"Demi, your stupidity surprises me everyday." He said jokingly.

"Hey!" I laughed, punching his shoulder. He laughed even more. The more I thought about the tango, though, the more I got depressed. Ever since my partner, Scott (who Ryoma calls "the homosexual fag I call a partner") got sick, I've completely lost hope of any changes of even getting in to the competition.

"Well, the lessons aren't really that important anyways…" I said sadly, knowing I wasn't half convinced of my words.

"Aww, does someone miss that homosexual fag?" Ryoma whined with fake concern. I would appreciate the joke if my hopes of being a great tango dancer hadn't been destroyed.

"Hey…" Roma said with more concern this time. "You're… um… okay… right?" He'd never really been good with consolation, even though I had tried to teach him once. Major fail!

"Um, yeah!" I said as I faked a smile. I didn't want to make him worry. "Let's just go home…"

"Sure." Ryoma smiled.

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It was the last day we were in Japan, and I have to admit – even though we were there for a really short time, I would miss it. It was kind of cool to visit someplace so new.

"Well, when we get back," I began as we exited the hotel. "I'll help you de the reverse twist serve, like your bro, and we can work on my song. It's the last one for me to complete our album."

"Our album?" Ryoma awoke from a trail of thought he seemed to be in.

"Well, yeah, I mean, you helped me so much…" I said with a smile, remembering how we worked so hard on each and every song. All our songs had a story behind it. And now it would just be a closure to the first chapter of our story – the first CD. "By the way, get your bags."

"Um, Demi, about that…" Ryoma began nervously. He began looking around and scratching the back of his head, which meant that something was really up. "I really didn'tknowhow to tell you this before, but…"

"Nani?" I said worriedly, looking directly at his catlike eyes, which looked the other way. His eyes shone as he looked at me and trailed off, and he suddenly held both of my arms.

"Demi…" he said nervously. I had told him this – how, to tell somebody something that needs to be said, you need to, and I quote myself, "hold them still, look at them in the eye, and say it". This seemed really hard for him though. I did appreciate the thought.

"Demi, I…" he stuttered, as I noticed signs of tears. Demo… I thought. Ryoma never cries.

"Ryoma…" I sighed. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be. Just say it. No ritual." He let go of my arms slowly and took a deep breath.

"I'm not going back with you."