A/N: I'd like to thank WindyLeafor her review. I took it as a challenge! Let's see if I can meet all of your expectations!

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Title: Second Chances

Chapter: 4: Quite the Challenge

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There was no way for any light to get into that room. Not today.

The sun was counting his blessings the past few months, because lately, Sunako Nakahara had been opening her window during the day. If not the window for it's pungent smell drifting in from the garden, then at least she'd open the curtains every so often.

But now the sun sensed that it would not happen anymore. Something told him that, after overhearing that the moon wasn't allowed to visit either. Even if Sunako fell asleep before the moon was high, Kyohei Takano would come to say hello. But not tonight.

Something must truly be wrong with the ever-popular girl amongst the skies.

How would they find out what was wrong with their dear Sunako?

There was no one to enlighten them.

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Kyohei had woken up an hour ago.

He'd woken up with stiff shoulders and a serious crick in his neck.

But he wasn't upset.

Most people would call him stupid for falling asleep in- well, basically- a closet. But when they factor in that Sunako was sleeping in there with him, haha. Not so stupid now, was he? He didn't think so, either.

Sunako snuggled into him, her right arm was draped across his torso, pulling him ever tighter to herself.

She let out a small sigh of contentment, rubbing her nose on his chest.

Kyohei smiled.

Though his neck was basically bent into a ninety-degree angle, he was completely smug... Well, it could have been that the angle had caused severe trauma to his brain, because he seemed a little loopy.

His right hand trailed through her hair, down her spine, across her waist...

He was in somewhat of a trance, this boy.

He might have been this happy because she was now happy. Or at least, she seemed to be.

Though last night's dreams started out well, somewhere through the night they had spun for the worse.

It was one of his fears, to see Sunako crying. When she'd lost Hiroshi, there were these series of pitfalls happening throughout his head and stomach as he saw the tears roll down her cheeks. Another series had erupted when he'd hugged her.

In his dream, she was crying again.

She was in that same room, but all alone.

He wasn't there. He couldn't get to her.

He knew she was crying over that guy again. He couldn't explain why, but he knew the reason was because of a guy. A guy that she loved.

It was like the feeling was seeping out of her and into him as he watched, helpless.

It sent anger in waves, rippling over him. He'd sometimes imagine, against his will, how badly she'd cried when that guy rejected her. He'd always seen her alone. It made him even angrier. And now, his acrimony grew into madness because he'd always tell himself -when he imagined Sunako crying alone back then- that she never would again, because she had him now. He was here for her. So why was she crying alone now? How could he let that happen?

He looked to see something moving in the shadows.

Short brown hair. A pixie cut. Pale eyes...

They turned menacing as they turned to glare at him, and then they seemed to burn with riotous laughter.

It chilled him.

In his sleep, he'd held Sunako tighter to himself.

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Sunako was surprised when she finally woke up.

She was not in her bed, as she expected.

She'd expected Kyohei to have moved her into her bed, trying to erase what he'd done last night.

Instead, she's woken up in the armoire, spread out inside it.

Even more surprising- Kyohei was her pillow.

She'd fluttered her eyes free slowly, her sight downcast so she could view her legs upon their opening.

She'd moved her arm to scratch her head with an, "Mmm," to clear the sleep from her throat.

But the "mmm" was cut short, just before it reached it's zenith.

There was a hand where her hair should be. A slender, smooth hand had curled itself into her hair.

Her first bought of splendor told her it was a ghost. Like in the grudge, a ghost had finally manifested itself for her.

But smooth. This hand was smooth, not slimy.

Cognizance dawned on her. Slowly.

This hand did not belong to a ghost.

Her eyes moved with dread toward the face to this hand.

Sure, she hadn't wanted him to leave her during the night, but for him to actually stay? This was total lunacy! She wasn't ready for this. She could no way face him in any normal manner. It wasn't right.

Not for her. Never for her.

Her eyes met his, and widened.

He was sporting that smug little smirk of his. That glorious smirk as his voice sang a low, "Good morning."

Good morning. Like this was a good thing.

Did the boy have dementia?

Sunako responded the only way her body knew how.

Her nose erupted.

It seemed that it hadn't in so long, that the blood came out tenfold, ruining her new addition to the room.

Then she fainted.

Kyohei wouldn't move for several seconds.

He didn't know what to expect. He should have expected a nosebleed.

But he hadn't.

He didn't know what to expect! But now it seemed like they were moving backwards.

Stupid. Stupid Kyohei.

How could he expect her to accept with open arms, that they had slept together?

Did he realize that it was Sunako?

God, maybe he really did suffer from mental deterioration.

After his moment of self-hatred, he got up and moved Sunako to her bed. The only good thing was that he'd taken such a long time to dwell on his idiocy that the blood dried on him, and there was not an ounce on her to smirch her clean sheets.

Kyohei closed her door with a soft click and a long sigh.

He trudged up the stairs bitterly. He'd made it about three-quarters of the way before two sets of giggles could be heard.

Noi was atop the steps, one hand in Takenaga's, the other used to cover her wicked smile as she twittered.

Behind him, Ranmaru was at the foot of the gradation, aloof laughter echoing from his lips. Yuki did not laugh. His face held a mixture of worry and awe. He seemed to pick up on the blonde's sour expression. He was also the only one who had, because even Takenaga had an assuming grin on his face.

Oh God, he had hoped for peace. To simply go up to the bathroom and take a nice, long sulk in the tub.

But no. His evil housemates wouldn't allow him the luxury.

"So... Have fun with Nako-chan last night?" Ranmaru couldn't help but beam, the words leaving him in a beautiful melody.

"We were worried when you didn't come back," Yuki intoned.

"Yes, we even went in to check on you two," Takenaga crooned happily, like a Big Brother giving his sister away to someone he'd deemed "worthy."

Kyohei boiled. Oh, now he was pissed. His voice travelled from his gut, through his chest, his lungs, up his throat...

"Man, so kinky... 'Can't believe you two could do it in a closet," Ranmaru purred suggestively. Kyohei went stock still. His face went red underneath the blood.

"Oh don't be so surprised! We heard you both closed up in there, rustling around!" Noi sang in a voice so proud, she felt the need to punch him in the arm.

They were crazy. All of them. Completely nuts.

They thought he had slept with her?!

I mean, they had slept together, but not slept together!

And they were smiling! All of them!

Her simply waking up -fully clothed- next to him sent her into bleeding so hard there wasn't an ounce of flesh visible on his face.

What? Did they think that was normal? Initiation?

Fuck off.

"You crazy son's of..." His biting mood rose so high he shook. Fighting the intense urge to rip off their heads was quite the challenge. At the moment, he felt that running was his only option. "Stupid mother..."

A door slammed shut.

The four little gigglers stood in shock. A small breeze had passed the couple atop seconds ago... It took them all a minute to realize that Kyohei was the cause of that draft. He was already safe inside the bathroom...

He hadn't even tried to deny it.

He had run from them.

Oh no.

This was bad.

Very, very bad.

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Ahahahaha...

I didn't expect this chapter to focus so deeply on the morning after...

I know, I'm a tard.

I'm sorry for any offensive language used here, whether for cursing or the mention of dementia. My best friend's grandmother has that- she can't go anywhere alone anymore because the last time they let her, she'd somehow wandered into the projects a good way off from home. I'm not going to say where exactly, since I might off and offend someone else, but it was really a contrast to her nice home in suburbia. Also took her family a while to find her.

Anyway, I'm rambling.

I hope you liked this chapter.

The next one will deal with the whole "rejection" incident. And we'll see where it goes from there. Please review and tell me how you liked this chapter.

Later Days,

NerdSavvy