Slavedriver: Thank you so much! About it having to do with the Mafia, mine's slightly off.

Author's note: Aureate is Nakago's code name which is what everyone calls him. Sadist is Nakago's title. Sorry for the misconceptions...But I think I'll address Nakago as Aureate to clear the confusing names.

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"Yui!" A brown haired woman squealed as she raced towards her best friend. Her hair tied neatly in a ponytail. "I'm so glad you could take some time off to dine with me!"

Yui could only sigh. It was just like old times, perhaps somethings aren't meant to change. Miaka would always be Miaka and so would their friendship. Despite the hellish experience five years ago, they were still able to remain together. Now, it seemed they had to owe to everyone in that universe-the good, the evil and the gods. If anything good came out, it was that they became closer than ever. There was practically no one who could tear them apart, save for Miaka's newborn son- Tsuki.

"You didn't bring little Tsuki along?" Yui missed the pink health baby. Tsuki was one of the many reasons Yui wanted to settle down fast. She wanted a child to call her own, a child as adorable as Tsuki. However, relationship was something Yui considered sacred and she didn't want to lose it at a premature stage.

"Nope, Tsuki wants to be with his daddy," Miaka smiled serenely and led her friend through the evening crowd. Tokyo, as always, was buzzing with undefined life. It was always filled with joy, fun and...crowds. Pushing here and there, Miaka continued, her voice raising above the crowd, "How're you and Tetsuya? I heard you two have been really close and cozy..."

Flushing, Yui pulled her hand away and stormed forward in embarrassment. Even as a matured adult, this was still one topic she wouldn't want to discuss out in the open. It was hard to tell if someone was eavesdropping or even snickering at her. While she took lead, thoughts and concern started to bombard her. Her relationship with that man was hard to say the least. Sure, one moment it could be fantastic, the next they'd be quarreling. It was so unpredictable and Yui hated it. She hated constant change but she loved changes...Ironic, isn't it?

"So...are you going to answer?" Miaka tilted her head and regarded her friend's shy expression, "You should really settle down with him. I can jus-"

"No, stop it." Yui closed her eyes, her body shaking in discomfort. It may be that Miaka was concern as a best friend, as a sister but relationships were to sacred to be shared. Reaching up to her ear, she gingerly fingered the ear ring- his ear ring. "I cant...He's still in my every thought..." Saying 'I still miss him' was useless, it was bared for Miaka. There was no need to speak of unspoken words...

Tears misted in her sapphire eyes as she looked down, unable to see her best friend in the eye. Miaka bit her lip, not wanting to upset the beautiful blond lady opposite her. It was torture itself to see Yui is such a vulnerable state, shaking in fear. Anyone who knew Yui well enough, knew that it wasn't that she was shy or embarrass of relationships but she was afraid of losing it again. And anyone who love Yui would know that she hated being seen as a weak woman. "Yui...I'm sorry but you...You need a man behind you."

How ironic. It was usually the man who needs a woman behind him but Yui needed a man just as much. It was time to leave the topic, Yui was still not ready however matured she was. Choosing a safer topic, Miaka started ranting and complaining about Taka stealing Tsuki from her and how she had to do all the maternal house chores.

"It's ridiculous! How can Taka expect me to constantly clean up Tsuki after his every meal?" Miaka was complaining as she threw her hands up in the air, "Especially after every meal I cooked!"

Yui stifled a laughter but her eyes gleamed in mischief. "Well, that's understandable considering you were hardly in the kitchen..." This earned Yui a scowl look which made her burst out laughing. It was heartwarming to watch two ladies communicating and complaining about their daily lives despite having run completely different paths. They were the only pair creating boisterous noise in the high-classed aristocrat restaurant.

Suddenly, while they were too engrossed the entire restaurant paused in silence. The grandfather clocked had sounded, signifying the arrival of a VIP. Every pair of eyes watched the entrance in silence, waiting patiently for the night's VIP. Silence ticked on slowly and yet the best friends continued on their discussion. It had always been that way, they paid no attention to their surrounding when they were together on a date.

The main door swung open soundlessly, footsteps hardly made a sound and neither did the audience. The VIPs had arrived, had set foot in the restaurant. It was basic courtesy to remain quiet even if you didn't want to pay attention to such people.

"Have you no respect?" a waiter growled quietly and all eyes were now fixed on the ex-priestesses. This made Yui and Miaka turn to face the new group of people and Miaka immediately swallowed. It was not that she was afraid of being thrown out and shamed but she had not expected to meet them- his friends. It was strange to be meeting them here. It was a high possibility of meeting the number one must-have boyfriend throughout Asia and Europe. Oh she,like any other lady, would desperately even wish to see him from behind a crowd.

Yui, on the other hand, not knowing who any of those VIPs were was nonchalant in their presence. What was the use of pretending to be courteous in the presence of another human? That was the lesson Tomo blessed her with. Seriously, Yui thought it was ridiculous that everyone was placing too much respect to these people. Sure, they authoritative but demanding so much respect was beyond her. It reminded her so much of Nakago...Oh no.

"Throw them out and ban them from entering again!" The manager ordered and the waiters, eagerly, ushered them out. Force was used on Yui who stubbornly stood rooted but even she had her limits.

"This is the power wielded by Prince Aureate's men To think it is only his underlings," Miaka thought as she breezed past the men in expensive suits, "Just how much power does he command?"

"Scumbags taking advantage of power. No wonder there's corruption within the government in Kutou Empire." Hatred and anger burnt fresh in her heart as she swore to take them all down. The fire to rise above them glowed and another lesson struck her- If you really desired it, then do it right with your entire being. Nakago had showcased to her the lesson right till his last bre- No, she wouldn't think of it and turn herself weak.

"Don't ever return!" The glass door swung to a close and both ladies turned to each other, wearing the same expression- pure, raw determination but for entirely different reason. One was determined to meet the man while the other was determined to take the whole lot of them down.

As they stood waiting, and thinking, rain started to shower heavily on them. Bless Seiryuu, they were under shelter but still...The scene in which they were in was distasteful to say the least. Two women thrown out of a restaurant and then thrown into a heavy downpour. "I guess we should be heading back," Yui stood up, dusted her skirt and ran a hand to untangle any snags, "Come on...Miaka?" Turning to the direction Miaka was gazing dreamily, shock shook Yui.

It can't be. No, the man coming out of the long, sleek white limousine was...No, no, oh god, no. Panic started to rise within her as she took a step back. She shouldn't feel as such, it was her every night's wish to meet him once more. Just one more time, just a peek, just a glance. After five years, she could still recognize that golden hair that seemed melted. It was so golden one might actually believe that his hair was touched by the Hand of Midas.

Those long legs that had controlled the horse. She still remembered those legs that had brushed against hers whenever she was in his arms. Oh god, oh Seiryuu have mercy. Did he still remember her after five years? Was he now in a relationship or worse, was he married with children? Questions filled Yui who was speechless for the first time after so long.

Looking at her direction, shock too razed through him. He had not planned to meet her so soon, had not wanted to see her yet. Not until he was done with that stupid Organization. But...it's her isn't it? Then why wasn't she running into his open arms like she used to? Aureate stared at her before commanding his legs to stroll leisurely to her. Act normal, act as per usual but his heart had other commands for it palpitated quickly. He can only hope he wouldn't stumble forward and knock into her...but that wasn't such a bad idea.

"Pray, may I ask why are you ladies outside?" That deep Shakespearean voice floated to Yui making her dizzy. She felt light just like long ago when they were together, alone.

"You-you're Au-Aureate-sama?" Miaka stuttered and a susceptible smile graced his face that Yui had grown accustomed to, "Aureate as in, the Aureate-sama who's one of the most richest bachelor in the world. Aureate-sama who's so wealthy he was titled Prince Aureate?"

Hope shattered before Yui and the pain was too unbearable she actually, literally, fell back. Who was she kidding? To even think he was him was unforgivable. How could she want that golden haired, cerulean eyed man to be him? Strong arms caught her and held her steady before her descend to the ground was even halfway.

"Yes, I am Aureate the prince and you flatter me too much," the man affirmed Miaka's suspicion but continued to hold Yui against his chest. Oh Seiryuu, she still feels the same. The same warm sensation from her and his loins constricted slightly. Looking at her, Aureate asked, concern coated his voice, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Pushing him away as roughly as she could Yui took a trembling step back, "I'm fine..." No, I'm not fine. You're not him, no one can be him. Oh Seiryuu, I guess this is your way of telling me to stop waiting and start on my new life. To forget and find another man.

She turned her back on him walked away, her shoulder drooped. His heart tied a knot, and breathing suddenly seemed difficult. Why did she turn away? Was she with another man...was he too late? Turning to face the brown haired lady, Aureate cleared his throat and apologized, "I think I've made your company upset. Please spread my sincere apology to her." At the female's nod, Aureate walked towards the glass doors. Pain and hurt gnawed in his inner being while he watched the lady catch up to her. Yui...? Please turn back and let me know you've forgiven me...

"Aureate? Boss?" Rayleight was standing beside him and watching the blond woman striding away, "She's very beautiful...she's, just like Cassandra, making my heart go thump-thump."

"And she'll be mine."Aureate thought and turned away too early to miss the clear eyes of his prey, "Come, I'm sure she already belongs to someone and you belong to your wife."

"But that won't deny me. I'd kill the damn faggot and take her to be your bride," Rayleight walked slightly behind his boss as a form of respect, "Aureate, I won't be surprised if she'll succumb to your seduction. After all, no one ever had the will to resist the Sadist."

Giving no comments, Rayleight continued, "Why don't you buy her heart while completing the mission? That way you'll get married as soon as you accomplish the mission successfully."

"Not a bad idea," Aureate chuckled and Rayleight laughed soundlessly yet mirth danced in his eyes, "but I dont't steal. She'll have to come to me willingly..." Rayleight, for one, thoroughly believed in the skills of the Sadist despite not practicing for half a decade. However, Aureate wasn't so sure his seduction was skilled enough to draw her in. But both believed that she'll belong to Aureate as one of his most prized possessions perhaps even his most prized treasure.


Oh man, I think I screwed up Nakago's (Aureate's) arrival. It didn't come out as plan.

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