Okay so this chapter has a bit more going on. I know it may be a bit slow but hang in there. I didn't want to rush the story along so I chose the slow approach. Simca is struggling a bit more and there are a few cute moments I stuck in there. If you have any thoughts on this chapter let me know so that I can improve, because this is my first fanfic and I am well an amateur. Anyway it will all pick up in the next chapter. Or at the very least it will get more interesting. The Same rules apply in this chapter if you are not a fan of IkkixSimca then please, please don't read my story cause you will hate it. I guarantee. Anyway for the readers that did read my fanfic and the others that reviewed, thank you for your support and I hop that you'll enjoy this!

Simca took her first bite and her eyes widened. She cleared her throat put down her fork and forced away a smile that was starting to form at the corners of her mouth. It was the best thing she had ever tasted, although she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to tell him that now or not. After she was sure that she had regained her composure and reeled in her shocked expression she picked her fork back up and continued. As the two of them ate they sat in silence occasionally peering at each other from the corners of their eyes. Simca fidgeted in her seat and Ikki looked at her patiently waiting for her to finish, he was eager to know how the food had tasted. Unfortunately the constant staring and silence unnerved Simca and she found that she could not take the silence any longer.

"The food is really good! When did you learn to cook like this?"

He couldn't help but smile, he was elated that the food was to her liking and he rubbed the back of his head blushing slightly.

"Well I had to teach myself. A lot happened lately and I really couldn't learn from anyone else and Aeon suggested that I teach myself. So I went and got some cook books and I realized that I enjoyed cooking….. Just don't tell my friends that. They would think that I was getting soft… You won't tell right?" He could just imagine his friend's reactions; the mocking faces and gestures, the stifled laughter, and the constant mentioning of Ikki in an apron and how sexy he would look, how manly he would seem. The thought of it made Ikki shiver with disgust and fear, and made his body boil with anger.

She chuckled lightly but nodded.

"Thanks."

He rubbed his head again

Finally finishing her plate of food she raised her hand in the air. Ikki was confused but decided to play along anyway.

"Yes Simca."

He said trying to sound teacher like.

Simca giggled.

"May I please have seconds Mr. Ikki?"

She said exaggerating his name.

He looked at her and her plate. She had filled it completely and he wondered how one person could eat so much. Instead of dwelling on it for too long he decided just to get up and get her another plate full out of what was left in the kitchen. If he was being completely honest with himself he found it impressive that someone so little could hold so much and still be in excellent shape. He handed her another plate full and sat down to watch her.

Grrrrrmmmm.

Ikki looked down at his stomach and huffed. He sat still and tried to ignore it but his stomach was persistent and its volume increased with each growl. Simca stared at him for quite some time before she decided to say anything.

"Um Ikki…. Are you still hungry?... Cause if you got more I wouldn't be upset or anything. I mean you did make a lot and there is enough food for you to eat."

Ikki held his stomach in a feeble attempt to quiet it.

GRRRRRMMMMMM!

Simca cocked her head to the side but waited for him to acknowledge his stomach's complaints. Finally unable to put up with the noise she stood up and walked away from the table. Ikki slumped down in his seat and blew out a puff of air in annoyance.

Great I was trying to play it cool and be like, "No don't worry about me I'm not hungry you can have the rest." Then she would say, "Oh Ikki you are so thoughtful….. but I don't want you to starve. How about I feed it to you?"

A mental image of Simca spoon feeding him floated through his mind and was interrupted by the sound of his brand new handmade china plates slamming onto the newly polished wood table. Shaking away the image and trying to calm himself down without focusing on the possible damaging of his new china collection, Ikki tried to focus on his surroundings. He looked to his right and saw Simca sitting on the table in front of him holding a plate up to his face while sliding another along the table. He blinked twice baffled by her gesture. She put the other one down in front of him, slid off the table, and went back to her seat across from him and resumed eating. Ikki sat still for a while then looked back at Simca. She shook her head and looked back down at her plate. His stomach growled again and he decided to concede to it's will.

After the meal was over Ikki got up and collected the plates. Simca looked down and sighed. This was possibly the last time she would have a meal like this. Lowering her head to the table she watched Ikki wash the remaining dishes and let her mind roam. In all of the excitement she realized that she hadn't thought about that thing. She desperately wished she could remember what the thing was and the more she thought about it the more frustrated she became. She focused harder on the feelings of sadness and regret that vexed her so. She strained so much that she gave herself a headache and gave up.

Nothing new today either.

She played with her hair and brought her hand up to her throbbing temples.

Will I die not knowing?

"Simca?"

She glanced upward at Ikki who was now standing over her.

"Simca… are you ok?"

Tired and slightly annoyed she nodded and forced a smile. Ikki extended his hand to her not convinced, and she took it and stood up trying to steady herself in the process. Ikki's concern grew as he watched her attempt to walk away. She rocked, stumbled, and moaned all the way into the guest room. When she got inside she closed the door and shuffled back to the bed. She collapsed onto its welcoming softness and warmth.

This one is worse.

She thought to herself. Laying in silence helped a little and after a few more minutes she sat up and looked across the room where her eyes fell on a pile of stuff. She wobbled as she stood and lifting her hand to her head she moved slowly across the room. On top of the pile was a towel and some wash cloths, shampoo, conditioner, her ATs, and her purse were found beneath it. She thought back to earlier that morning and didn't remember seeing any of that there before.

Did I go to sleep?

She wandered to herself. She reached for the wash cloth and towel and made her way back to the door. She hesitated before opening it. Where do I wash? She thought. Does he have more than one shower? She wandered.

Well I can't just stand here in the middle of the room like an idiot. I will just have to ask him.

With that thought in mind she grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. Only to find a startled Ikki standing in the doorway with his hand raised and formed into a fist. He stepped back and rubbed the back of his head. Unable to think of anything to say he stood there and rocked back and forth. Simca once again had to take the initiative.

"Ikki? What are you doing?" She tilted her head and stared at him with those silver eyes that seemed to melt his insides and turn him into a blathering idiot.

"W-well.. I just…. I was going to see if… If you….. needed anything… or were alright. You habe HAVE! Been in there for a while and you didn't look so good." Her eyes narrowed.

"Not that I am saying that you weren't attractive cause you totally were. You looked great as always. You just seemed kind of out of it…. Like you were lost in space or something…. Not that I think that you're an air head or anything. But….."

Simca stepped forward seeing no possible end to this tirade and finding that her headache was getting worse she lifted her finger to his lips. Ikki was immediately quieted and Simca was able to speak.

"Thank you Ikki. I appreciate that, you are very sweet. I am fine though it's just something that happens every once in a while but I'll be ok. So you don't have to worry." She leaned forward and gave him her usual stunning smile that seemed so full of life and winked.

He blushed and took another half step back.

"Well I am glad to see that you are back to yourself." He replied in a rush laughing nervously at the end. He glanced towards the floor and when he looked back up at her all of the silliness was replaced by seriousness. His face hardened and his gaze burned into her with an intensity that made Simca shiver, whether she shivered from excitement or fear she did not know but there was uneasiness within her.

"How long has this been going on?" He asked with genuine concern in his ruff and scruffy sounding voice.

Simca didn't say anything at first. She was still shocked by the sudden drastic change in character so she really hadn't heard what he said.

"Simca!" He grabbed her arms looking straight into her eyes. He could see uncertainty but he was relieved that he saw no traces of fear in them.

Simca tried desperately to replay the question back in her mind but at that moment her efforts were yielding no results.

"Wh-what?" She asked honestly. Her head still racking from the pain she had felt earlier and now trying to sort through this was left numb and a sharp pain ran though her temples. She reached up to soothe her once again throbbing cranium while earnestly trying to listen to what is was Ikki was saying. She began to wobble again, which Ikki immediately picked up on.

"Simca are you sure you are ok?" Some of the hardness had left his face and the concern he felt for Simca was prominent. His hands slid down to her waist to try and help steady her. Her vision began to get blurry and her whole body went numb everything went sideways and then blackness nothing but darkness surrounded her.

Ikki lifted her back up and laid her back onto the bed, then off he went in a whirlwind of fear and anxiety searching for a phone frantically throwing things haphazardly onto the floor. He slid on one of his t-shirts and face planted onto the floor. He looked up lazily trying to shake away the pain. He thought up and image of Simca and hoisted himself up staggering just a little. He gasped when he saw the phone on his night stand and called the only person her could think of that could be of any help in the current situation.

She won't like the fact that I called her during business hours but I have no choice.

The phone rang for what seemed like a lifetime. Finally someone picked up.

"Hello Ine speaking."

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