The Immortal Doctor Reid: Ah! You read my mind! I was going to do a chapter on that. xD Now you've spoiled the fun. :PP

By the way, to my readers, I will eventually be including more characters, perhaps until Miia and Kurusu's relationship is better established. But, I will not be including everyone. Who would you like to see in the story?

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So passed several peaceful days in such a manner. Kimihito was, by now, much more accustomed to his nickname, and the two were nearly inseparable - besides the fact that she was not allowed to be out and about on her own. He still had the majority of his winter break yet to be finished, so he opted to spend more time with Miia. His homework, luckily, was already completed. There was not much assigned to begin with. Thus, today, the two of them would spend the whole day out, as long as it was somewhere within walking distance. He had to admit, the time he spent with her was very much enjoyable, and as the two walked towards the local park, he could fantasize with his mind's eye, the pair of them arm in arm, years from now, with gleaming rings upon their fingers. They would be speaking affectionately with each other, laughing merrily-

How rash and embarrassing of him! He could already feel a familiar heat upon his cheeks! What on Earth was he thinking!?

"Darling?" Miia inquired with a sweet grin. Kimihito was quite certain he could melt from the smile alone. It was a dangerous yet wondrous weapon! Ah, his poor heart!

"Ah, nothing. Just thinking, is all." He amended with a sheepish grin. One hand rubbed the back of his neck out of habit in a sheepish manner, mussing up his hair. This elicited a soft giggle from her.

Not long after, the two discovered a bench under the shelter of a tree, and they peered out at an artificial lake, with a small bridge over it. There were already a considerable amount of people out on stroll this weekend morning. Well, the weather was lovely, after all.

"How are you finding Japan?" Kimihito asked as he turned to her.

"It is all so exciting to see!" Miia avidly exclaimed with a wide grin, "I never thought living in another country would be so fun. I was nervous at first, but not anymore. Especially with Darling here!"

He chuckled softly at the enthusiasm. There were certainly many things one could learn of the culture, if they so desired. Even just sight-seeing, was a fruitful and rewarding experience. "I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying yourself. I was a little anxious in the beginning too, when Ms. Smith suddenly showed up at my door. I'm sure my parents would have agreed to have you, but that was really surprising!" He had, of course, already spoken to his parents about his sudden home-stay. They were mighty shocked, but were certain that she was a sweet girl from what he had told them, and were quite open to the idea. Among the things he had said, the house renovation was not one of them. He was beyond certain that they would be so utterly perplexed, that at the least, one would abandon work and fly home straight away. Not that they would believe him unti they saw it, anyways. And, he didn't blame them. It seemed rather absurd...

"Well, I'm glad that it happened. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met Darling."

"Funny how these things work." He agreed, their hands eventually finding each other's, fingers entwined. It was of note that they were quite bashful about it in the beginning - especially with Kimihito - until Miia had finally seen enough to make up her mind one day. She had seemed to see oh-so-many couples that day, doing exactly this, and there was no more convincing her otherwise. Kimihito was the first to protest, but was promptly subdued by her longing, pleading look.

"What about where you live?"

She was quick to answer eagerly, relating to him what a wonderful place it was, and how her many affable friends and affectionate mother were excited for her chance to travel.

However, Kimihito was beginning to wonder how it was she had so many family members, as she had a habit of calling them 'brother,' or 'sister,' in her story-telling. But, when he asked her about it, and her father too, she furiously declined to answer, a raging blush upon her cheeks. He relented, since Miia was vehemently mumbling something along the lines of 'too soon,' 'not yet,' 'maybe later,' and this would soon prove to be true, for in the near future, not one week later, would a letter arrive from her mother.