Two: Yield -Contro Ogni Probabilità, Sono Qui per Voi-

A/N: I'm so sorry for the vague and error-filled first chapter but somehow, I hope that it aroused your curiosity. Again I would like to apologize for another vague chapter. I know that most of your questions from the first chapter will not be answered with this. I just felt like giving a chance to Tsuchiura's point of view. I still hope that you enjoy this one.

Good news, no foreign language included. Haha.

"Stop it."

She grunted, which happens to be the first sound or gesture she had made for the longest three hours of our lives. "What?" she answered without bothering to glare at me with those blue, blue eyes that held anyone on their ground when she's on her usual good mood. And I find it irritating when she's not her usual self. Like now.

"I said stop it." I sternly told her for the nth time. God knows how I wanted her to look at me.

And talk.

"What will I stop?" Finally, her face was in full view for my eyes. Slightly regrettably, it was full of remorse and…

"That."

She sighed, sat straight and looked before her, depriving me of the full of view of her face. But at least…

I did the same and propped my elbow on the other of the seat's armrest. "I hate it, so stop it." I muttered again. Her hissing complaint tamed my tempestuous heart. "Will you just get straight to the point? I'm not in a great mood to solve your stupid mind puzzles." She retorted.

My heart danced with delight. She's finally talking.

I gave a deep laugh that only intensified her bad mood. I was fighting hard not to smile fully. Seeing her get in a fit was one of the most special things that could happen to me, or to anyone who knew her. She was always wearing that cool, collected and victorious mask. Finally, I was graced with seeing her other side.

"Stop scowling and being so awfully quiet. You're irritating."

"Yeah, right." She said sarcastically.

"Right." I replied with a mocking smile.

"You're not helping at all. And why are you making fun of me? Is this how you're supposed to act in this situation? Shouldn't we be thinking of something to get away with this? Are you telling me that you're happy with what had happened to us?"

"Of course not. I'm not happy with this situation we're in. Who would want to be placed in this?" I answered, half-mockingly.

"Then why are you teasing me?"

I stopped at that. The look she gave me drew a spear in my heart. For the second time that day, she was about to cry. "I just wanted you to relax." I said softly.

"Relax? What? You mean I should just enjoy the moment like, tell myself 'Wow, I'm riding on a first class flight in a private jet!'?" she shot. "Yeah, something like that. It's not something that you can get to experience in an everyday basis." I answered.

She groaned and let out a desperate sigh. "You are so unbelievable." She cracked. She looked away and I heard a soft sniff and she quickly wiped her tears with her hands. Things went awfully quiet after that.

"Amou,"

"What now?" her voice was a wonderful mix of anger and frustration.

"Look at me." I told her, trying to buy her with the sternness I had implied in my voice. But she didn't even move the slightest. "Stop being so childish, Amou." I hissed.

"What do you know? What do you think is going on inside me? You have no idea of what I am feeling and thinking right now so stop telling me that I am childish." She was not able to hide the rage forming inside her.

"I know, Amou. I know."

Her eyes widened with what I had told her. "You what?" her voice went smaller. I leaned in to her and held her hands. They were cold and trembling. I rubbed my thumb on her white knuckles. "I know that you're scared and confused. I know that you don't know what to do. And I know that you want to go home." I said as I looked intently on her fear-filled eyes. Her lips trembled and tears started to accumulate on her eyes. "Shhh, don't." I whispered then smiled as I wiped the little string of tears that had fallen.

"I'm going to stay with you. Until this is over." I said and lightly ruffled her head. She lowered her head and started to sob silently.

Seeing her like this broke my heart and made it festive at the same time. Happy because she trusted me with her innermost feelings. I was happy that she was allowed me to see her in this manner: defenseless, frail and crumbling to pieces.

But sad because I couldn't do more than give her words of encouragement and a shoulder to lean on. Although she may say that those are enough, still, in my heart, I wanted to do more. I wanted to erase all those things that made her cry and be disheartened. I wanted to keep her from further crumbling to pieces and being more desolate. I wanted to turn back the time and really save her this time.

I wanted to be her knight.

Seeing her run with panic and fear in her eyes, I was resolved to help her, regardless of what may happen to me…

The look that was painted on her face and eyes has already haunted me like some faraway dream. I couldn't imagine her without that sly and jovial mask and now that I've seen it firsthand, I knew that I was the only one who she could depend on at that time.

"Bye, Mom."

I jogged my way to the main road as I checked on my wristwatch. Crap, I only have twelve minutes left before the bell rings! And my house is a freaking twenty minute walk. Talk about having a good day.

It was also my fault. I overslept last night because I was thinking of a certain girl.

No, not her.

That sneaky fox is really getting on my nerves. How did she know about…

Ah, that's right. She's Amou Nami. It's not a wonder why she knows.

I felt my mood getting a worse turn so I decided to stop thinking about various murderous approaches that I wanted to do to her the moment lunch break starts. And since I'm running late, I decided to take the shortcut.

"Let me go! Let me…ouch!"

Hmm? That voice…

"Where are you taking me?"

I cannot be mistaken…

"To where you really belong."

Huh?

"Let me…go!"

And I saw it.

She needs help. Men in black suits suddenly swarmed over her, obviously getting the upper hand. I didn't knew what was happening between them but with the way they handled her, I couldn't stop myself from crossing the line.

Even if she's one of the contributing factors for my confession problems…

Even if she's always giving me that sly smile that knows nothing but trouble…

Even if her comments are nothing but the harsh truth…

Even if all she does is annoy me…

Even if she's always teasing me in the very early hours of the day…

I want to save her.

"Let her go!" I said and suddenly found myself fist-fighting with the men."T-Tsuchiura!" she gasped. Our eyes locked and the way how the lively light had faded in her eyes solidified my decision.

I took her away from them.

"Don't let go of my hand, Amou."