A/N-

I'm so sorry. I am two month late. So sorry. I had a little trouble finding the correct words to define my ideas of this chapter. I thank you all for being patient. Thanks a lot. That document manger is such a pain sometimes; it does not give me the formatting I want sometimes like now. I can't seem to underline 'Hiroto's POV' as much as I try. God!

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So, only one chapter left and it's the end. The next chapter would be some kind of epilogue in Seiji's POV. I mentioned it before, I guess. Sorry for the long note.

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Chapter 4

Kirari's POV

I'm so tired. Apparently for no good reason. I know, I'm always so full of energy and suddenly exclaiming that I was tired was just as if I had got two heads. Trust me, this is something I would not like to have. I'm emotionally tired. I'm asking multiples questions on myself. Something which is starting to result as a headache.

I never felt the need to question how I look, but having a good looking boy friend does that to you? Right?

"God, so confusing." I mumbled, rubbing my temple. Seriously, I should just go and ask Hiroto whether that kiss mean anything to him. It's not that hard . . . is it?

"Talk about yourself." God, I'm talking to myself. Now why would Hiroto want someone so crazy, as his girl friend? I will not be surprised if he breaks up with me as soon as he sees me. My eyes glassed. I'm being so paranoid. I'm so messed up!

I shook my head and brushed my tears. However my eyes watered. Again. Tears kept sliding down my face. The more vehemently I try to dry them up, they came back with double force. Talk about mess up person, I thought sarcastically.

Suddenly the scenery, across where I sat, attracted me. I don't know why but it stirred a feeling of peace in me. Though, it was nothing extraordinary; just an old amusement park with kids playing. I felt peaceful. They seemed so carefree. Nothing that corresponds to me in anyway, right now. Well I can't be jealous of them; I did have my share of fun as a kid. To think at the age of 14, I was not the slightest bit interested to have a boy friend, and now I was mopping because of my boy friend, himself.

Speaking about my boy friend, I should be with him right now. Well, truth to be told, I should not even be here in the first place. I should be inside the studio, cheering for the final take of the movie and congratulating my boy friend. Congratulating him for the success of the last shoot; that kissing scene.

'Your boy friend kissed someone else in front of you.' A little voice in my head muttered.

As if I wasn't crazy enough, now I have another voice, which I distinctly think is inside my head, talking to me. Realising what it said, I frowned. He was just fulfilling the jobI forced him to undertake. So it had no right to say this. I was angry at that stupid voice. I forced myself to calm down and waited. Nothing happened. The voice did not say anything again. Good, but it left me thinking about that kiss scene. As if I haven't had a lot of time to think. My eyes watered again involuntarily.

'Then why are you crying?' The voice seemed to be smirking now. I'm no crying, right? I don't have any reason to cry. Then why is it saying that I'm crying. My eyes are just allergic to all that dust that keeps entering them. That's it. I'm not crying. As soon as I thought of that, a sob threatened it. I covered my face in the palms of my hands.

My tears started running non stop.

'See people, she is in denial.' My shoulders shook. It was right, I was crying bout why. Why was I crying over something . . . something so trivial as this?

'Your heart obviously doesn't think of that something as trivial.'

"You are not HELPING." I muttered, staring at the kids in the park. Great as long as I was discussing with it mentally, it could pass as okay but now . . . I sighed. If someone was looking at me, they would think I'm crazy.

'I think. . .'

'Stupid brain, your job is to think in any circumstances.' I thought back, cutting that irritating voice short.

What is wrong with me? Today is the worst day of my life. Seriously. Since the morning, I had the impression of something wrong with me and that idea continues to progress. I had been trying to push any thoughts of the last scene till the day it actually takes place, and now that it did, I don't know what to do anymore. How will I look at Hiroto? I will always be reminded of him kissing Izumi even though I was the one who wanted him to do this movie but still that did not help me feel better. Worst, if Hiroto decides to break up with me, now that he knows what he is missing. NO! I don't want that. Stupid tears, Go away. My eyes must be red now, with all that crying.

"I'm so pathetic.' I whispered.

'No wonder Hiroto prefers to kiss someone else.'

"Ah shut it!" I growled, only to feel angst again. I had enough of that voice. It did not help me at all, just pushing me to cry harder. Somebody help me!

I wish I did not make him accept that role. I wish he never had had to kiss Izumi. I wish . . . I wish I would stop to be so selfish and think only about myself.

The gust of wind played with my hair. I pressed it down with the help of my hand. I dried my face which was still strained with tears and resumed mopping. Yeah, right, seriously what's next? More mopping or Hiroto coming to break up with me?

I felt someone sitting next to me. I tensed. Was it Hiroto? I lifted my face and saw the object of my affections and troubles. Oh no, he's really going to break up with me. What do I do? I did the only thing I was capable of doing at that instant; I quickly looked away!

Last time: Hiroto's POV

I frowned. It seems like I had to give a good explanation, for her to talk to me again.

Hiroto's POV

I frowned. What should I do? Should I just sit next to her and enjoy the breeze? Hiroto, you idiot, you did not come here to enjoy the breeze. I scolded myself. I looked at Kirari. Her back was straight, alert as if telling me to go away. No way as hell I am leaving. I have to talk to her.

I tentatively neared her, and said, "Kirari."

She tensed and waited. I pulled her towards me and hugged her by her waist. She went still.

"Do you want something Hiroto?"

"Kirari, I know you have every right to be angry with me, and I'm not stopping you . . ."

"Angry? With you? No, I'm not angry with you." She replied nervously.

"Kirari, I'm sorry." No response. I continued, "I'm so sorry . . ."

"For what? For kissing her? You had to. It was necessary for the last scene." She was truthful but something was amiss. She was hiding something.

"Kirari, tell me what's on your mind? Truthfully."

"Truthfully, you say? Okay." She breathed in and unclasped my hand from her waist. Oh no, she is angry. She will not break up with me? I silently feared.

She stood up and faced me. I mimicked the same movement. It was the first time I noticed her eyes. They were red. Was she crying? My eyebrows furrowed in a concerning manner.

"Kirari . . . "

"Jerk, why the hell did you not warn me before kissing her like that?"

"I know I wanted you to accept the role but . . ."

"Kirari, I . . ." I looked pleadingly at her. I moved towards her but she stopped me.

"Did you like it?"

"Like what?" Did I like something?

"Kissing her."

"What?" Where did she get that idea from? I only liked her. I thought she knew it.

"Never mind." She looked to her side.

I took her hand and pulled her towards me. I hugged her, caging her in my embrace. She looked so small in my arms. I breathed deeply in her hair. Strawberry shampoo. My favourite.

"Kirari, I was angry."

She lifted her hair and looked at me with her beautiful amber orbs.

"I know. You were angry at me. I sensed it." She whispered.

"I was not angry at you. Who gave you that idea?"

"You." I chuckled.

"No silly, I was not."

"Then?" She looked curiously at me.

"I was jealous." I admitted, the tips of my ears reddening.

"Of what?"

"Of Seiji and you."

"What? But why?" She looked wonderingly at me.

"You guys were talking and laughing while I was nervous with kissing another girl."

"You were nervous? You looked anything but that." She asked accusingly.

"I mask my emotions well."

She nodded. She knew how emotionless I could be.

She pulled away from my embrace and put her hand on my cheek.

"You didn't have to be jealous of Seiji and me. He was cheering me up. I dreaded that kissing scene. But I wanted to be there for you."

She wanted to be there for me and I . . . hurt her. I mentally groaned. She was so nice. But then again, if she was not, she would not be kirari. I kissed her hand and confessed, "I thought you still liked him a little."

"He was just comforting me. He's like my brother." She frowned at me.

"I needed that, you know. It's not easy to watch your boyfriend kissing someone else.

I scratched my head and looked down.

"How would you feel if I kissed someone else in front of you?" She continued.

"I would not like it." The thought of my Kirari kissing someone else had my blood boil. She was mine.

"You are mine." I said.

"To think I thought you would break up with me." She mumbled, not intending for me to hear, I think.

"You thought I would break up with you?"

She nodded, embarrassed.

"I thought you would do the same." She gaped at me.

"No, of course not. I love you."

She closed the space between us and whispered, "I thought maybe you would realise that Izumi is better than me after kissing her." How could she think like that? She was everything I ever wanted since I was fifteen. The only girl I ever liked for four years. Kirari.

"I loved you ever since I was fifteen, Kirari. Not someone I just met this year such as Izumi could make me feel what you do to me."

"Mine." She whispered, looking into my eyes.

I bent a little and captured her mouth. She closed her eyes and I did the same. I pulled her closer to me. No space visible between our bodies and we kissed. It was better than the one with Izumi.

We pulled away and Kirari looked teasingly at me.

"What?" I mouthed, I was still smiling.

"I want to try and kiss someone other than you." She smirked at me.

"Don't you dare." I mockingly glared at her.

"See if I don't." She moved away quickly and ran.

I quickly caught up with her and lifted her in the air.

"Oh no, you don't. You're mine." I kissed her cheek.

"Yeah, yours and you're mine." She laughed.

"Without any doubt." I was glad we were back to normal again. I guided her away from that evil studio and we made our way to that amusement park. She looked happily at the kids and tightened her hold on my hand. She turned towards me and smiled. I couldn't help smiling back at her. She was the only one who could do this to me.

"I love you." I whispered in her ear. She blushed prettily. So beautiful.

I really love her. Kirari was mine.

Kirari's POV

I couldn't have been so stupid.

'Yes, you were.' That little voice interrupted my thoughts again.

This time, I smiled at both that little voice and Hiroto.

The little voice grinned and disappeared. I no longer needed its help, I guess.

Hiroto smiled back at me and whispered, "I love you."

Never mind his coldness, he warms my heart.

Never mind his jealousy, he makes me feel wanted.

Never mind his possessiveness, he makes me feel loved. By him, always by him.

Never mind his good looks, he just looks at me.

Never mind anything, he was mine.

Hiroto was mine.

Next chapter is Epilogue. Stay tune. :D

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