I'M BAAACKKKK! Yeah...really sorry about the long wait. I probably loose readers every time I don't update all the time. I know, I know, I'm terrible. Anyway, this is the last chapter that I've written down so far. I need to keep writing it but I had writers block on it for the longest time. But, it's all gone now! Lol. I still need to write it, or type it, down but I know pretty much how the next chapters are going to go. There's only about 3 maybe 4 chapters left, at the most. So...yeah. Anyway, please, enjoy!

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"Akira! Give that back!" Yoko playfully pouted as she attempted to reach over the much taller Akira. It was breakfast a week after the amazing day that Akira and Yoko had spent at the carnival. It had been like a dream. A wonderful, beautiful dream.

"No." He said. Yoko lightly punched him and stuck out her tongue. "Awww." Akira said in a baby voice. "Does ickle Yoki want her chopsticks back?" He chuckled when she pouted as she clasped her hands together in a begging pose and nodded. "Ohhhh..." He pretended to think it over as she pouted harder. It was getting harder and harder to say no to her. "Ok."

"YAY!" She exclaimed in a little kid voice as he handed them back. Purposely, he let their fingers brush against each other and he relished the electric shock that went up his arm at the contact. They had an unspoken "hands-off" agreement around her family. It wasn't really that they were dating in secret. He was just afraid that they wouldn't like Akira with his Yoki. Plus, Akira stole a quick glance at Kyo. He was scared. As good as a martial artist as he was, Akira knew full well that the Sohma family was full of incredably strong fighters...meaning the Dad and close Uncle of his Yoki.

A few times he'd gone into her room and watched her sleep. She was so beautiful. And his now. Always his, he'd think while looking at her. A few other times, she'd snuck into his room and they'd held each other as the night passed and they would fall asleep in each others arms.

Tohru smiled at the awkward couple, reminded of the early times between her and Kyo...who seemed totally blind to the budding romance between Yoko and Akira. She shook her head and smiled sweetly. He would find out soon enough, she was sure. Tohru stood and started clearing the dishes with a happy and content smile.

Later, Akira pulled Yoko into his arm and held her close. This was it, he knew. He held his whole life in the circle of his arms. Without her, everything he ever did after this was pointless. It would have no meaning. He smiled tenderly down at Yoko and kissed her softly. When they separated, Yoko looked at Akira quizically. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing, Yoki." He kissed her one last time before leaving her room. Sitting in his room, he thought of the wonderful revelation he'd had. Yoko was it for him. No one had ever made him feel this way, no one else ever would. Akira went to the drawer in the desk in the room and pulled out the file he'd kept over the last several years on Yoko. He flipped through it, shaking his head. Why had he done this again? It took him a moment to remember that he'd sworn revenge on the Sohmas.

He shook his head and laughed. He didn't need this anymore. He knew the real Yoko and he knew that he couldn't hurt her like he'd been planning to. Because Tohru and Kyo were still down stairs in the kitchen and he couldn't dispose of the offending file without suspision, he went to his drawers and hid the thing under a shirt he would more than likely use in the next few days, making sure he'd remember to get rid of it.

Smiling again like the lovesick fool he was, Akira lay down on his bed and fell asleep, dreaming of his future with Yoko as his wife...if she would accept him.

Two weeks later, Yoko happily walked into Akira's room. He had sent her to go grab him an extra shirt as his was well...it was covered in watermelon. Long story short...watermelon pieces fly far when hit with sticks. Yeah.

And then, her mother had insisted that Akira, in his watermelon covered state, not enter the house as his shirt was the worst offender. So, he had sent her with directions to one in his room. She laughed and shook her head as she walked to the dresser. He was the most amazing person. They fought still all the time but it was a loving type of fighting. Her true flaming anger wasn't into it and neither was his.

She opened the third drawer in the dresser and stuck a hand in. She grabbed a black shirt from the top, but accidentallly grabbed something beneth it. Shocked for a moment, the thing below the shirt fell from her hand, it's contents spreading across the floor. "Oops!" Yoko cried, and dropped to her knees to pick the papers up.

Laughing, Akira jogged up the stairs. He wore a shirt borrowed from Kyo and a huge smile. Today was just another perfect day in a long line of perfect days. Ever since he'd realized his love for Yoko, he started planning the best time to tell his Yoki how much he wanted to be with her forever. He would tonight, he promised himself.

"Yoko!" He called out, a laugh on his voice. "Hey, Yoko! I got a shirt from your Mom. Apparently, it's your Dad's from-" he cut off as he entered his romo and saw Yoko on the floor, his papers spread out around her, a few in her hands.

"What are these?" she asked, tears in her eyes. " 'Yoko is steely with a caring center. Easily won over by using sympathy. Stubborn but sweet and will easily respond to grand gestures.' "

"Yoko, I can expl-" He started before she picked up another paper and started reading. " 'Sakura is Yoko's best friend. This shows her soft spot for the weak. However, her championships in martial arts and close relationship with Yukino, her trouble-making and fun loving cousin, suggest an appriciation for the strong.' " She slaimed to her feet, grabbing a few cut out and printed newpaper articals.

" 'Local girl wins nation martial arts championships ' 'Spring fling hit thanks to Sohma efforts,' 'Sohma dojo through the generations.' " Tears fell in streaks down her face. "So...this was all a ploy? A trick?" Her voice was full of pain and anguish. "No, Yoko, let me explain-"

"I should've guessed it." She looked down and shook her head sadly. "I knew not to trust you! All this...it was all a trick to get the Sohma Family!"

Akira started feeling all he'd ever wanted slip through his fingers. "No, Yoko, I swear that's not what this is!" He tried to take her hands but she tugged free and backed away. "Don't you see? It's not about the family or control. It hasn't been for a long time! It's you. All you. I love you!"

She covered her ears and screamed, "LIES! ALL LIES!" She looked up her face set in a hard expression. "Get out." She said in a quiet voice. "Get out of my house, my estate and GET OUT OF MY LIFE! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

As she ran past him and out the door, he wondered if she heard the sound of his heart braking like a shattered mirror...

DUN DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!

Total cliffhanger! Sooo, what do you think Akira will do? Will he leave forever, fight for Yoko's love, or fight for the family? Let me know in a review. All who guess will have the nexted chapter dedicated to them! Thanks all!