This chapter was REALLY hard to write. -_- I was so happy about being able to introduce this guy, but dang it was harder than I expected. So it was kind of a meh chapter, but I HOPE you guys enjoy it! Please review and tell me what you think! ^^ xoxo Hime-chan

Kimiko looked up and froze in fear. Oh no…

The young man smirked. "Hey there, Kimiko-chan. Miss me?"

"No, I haven't," Kimiko hissed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Sanada could imagine her with haunches rising and fur puffing up. Had it not been for the tense atmosphere of the current situation, he might have burst out laughing.

Instead, Sanada looked back up at the intruder, examining him. Possibly about his height, dark brown hair, tan, with a hidden type of muscularity. Sanada then looked into the young man's eyes, and jumped a bit in surprise.

Blue eyes?

After the young man said something (Sanada hadn't been really paying attention to his words) Kimiko slammed her hands down on the table and stood, startling both boys, though the intruding one had the hint of a lingering sneer on his face.

She glanced at her boyfriend, their eyes meeting; seeing the fury in her body language, he nodded just slightly. Go and do whatever you have to do, he said with that single gesture. He wouldn't question her now. He trusted her, and there would be time for plenty of answers—later.

Her eyes were grateful for a second before turning icy as she glared at the boy still standing by the table. Gripping him by the elbow (purposely digging in her nails as hard as she could in the process), she dragged him off outside the café, not wanting to disturb the other customers.

After watching the mysterious young man be dragged out the entrance, Sanada tried to settle down and not to care, but ended up straining his neck to look out the window. He could barely glimpse the two outside the café, but at least he'd rest a bit easier since he could see what was going on.

Kimiko now flung the boy's elbow out of her grip, looking at her hand in disgust, as if he was an infectious disease. After wiping her hand on her uniform, she scowled at the boy again.

"What the hell have you come for, Dameon?"

Dameon whistled, unfazed. "Language, little princess."

Kimiko's hand instinctively balled into a fist. What she would do to just wipe that damn smirk off his face…

"I've come for you, of course," Dameon sneered. "We're destined for each other, remember?"

"I don't ever recall agreeing to that joke of a marriage interview!"

"I know."

She narrowed her eyes. What could he have up his sleeve?

"But your parents did."

"WHAT?" Kimiko's eyes went wide in disbelief, and then hardened again. "No, they didn't."

"Oh, but they did," he said confidently. "Here."

Dameon handed Kimiko an envelope, still smirking. Pinching it carefully in between her thumb and index finger to prevent the transfer of any germs, she glanced at it, eyes widening again at the familiar wax seal. Tearing the envelope open and skimming over the letter, Kimiko felt her knees go weak, and leaned onto a nearby pole to keep her balance.

"No…"

"Go ahead and deny it. You know I'm not lying now."

Kimiko looked at him. "What if I say no?" She tried to sound defiant, but she no longer had the strength to rebuke the boy.

"Oh don't worry. You'll be saying yes before that thought crosses your mind again."

Now she was pissed. Using the anger as a fuel for strength, Kimiko took three steps towards Dameon and slapped him square across the face. "Get out of here, Dameon. I don't want to see you ever again."

Dameon rubbed the stinging part of his cheek and smirked. "Whether you like it or not, I'm going to take you with me when I go back...I'll make you fall in love with me. Just you wait, Kimiko. Remember, that letter is proof of your parents' wishes. You can't win." With that, he strolled off into the other direction.

Kimiko watched helplessly at he stopped at the curb to get into a waiting Lamborghini, finally zooming off. As the black sports car became an increasingly small dot in the distance, Kimiko's shaking hand dropped the letter onto the ground and squatted down, her face in her hands as she sobbed.

Sanada jumped up from his view at the window, alarmed at seeing his girlfriend's sudden crying. Throwing down an ample amount of money for the bill, he dashed out the door, running over to Kimiko.

"Kimiko!" Unsure of what to do, he squatted down along with her, rubbing her back and stroking his fingers through her hair. After a month of being with her, he had figured out what calmed her down the fastest. But this time it seemed like more than just back rubbing would be needed to stop the unceasing quakes of Kimiko's body.

Sanada gathered her in his arms, picking her up bridal style. As he began to walk towards the nearest bus stop, he felt a small tug on his shirt, and looked down at the girl in his embrace. She mumbled something inaudible.

"What, Kimiko?" Sanada strained to hear his girlfriend.

She gripped his shirt to raise herself to his ear level and said, "The letter."

Sanada looked around, and noticed the letter that the young man had given Kimiko on the ground. Squatting down to pick it up, his eyes caught the first few words. "To our dear Kimiko."

Assuming immediately that her parents had left her a will (and thus her tears), he quickly folded the letter up and slipped it back into the envelope, dusting off both paper items. This was private, and even though he was her boyfriend she needed her own space, especially at this time…

Kimiko opened her eyes and sat up groggily, blinking to get the dry feeling out of her eyes. "W-wha.." She glanced around her surroundings, eyes now wide, awake with surprise. I'm back in my room. How…?

Kimiko shifted her legs to get out of the bed, and then froze when she bumped into something…kind of warm? Glancing downwards, she almost jumped in shock before smiling affectionately. She reached out to ruffle her boyfriend's hair, admiring his sleeping face as he breathed deeply in and out.

Bending over to reach his face, she gave him a gentle peck on the temple. "Thank you for watching over me."

Getting out of bed, careful not to wake Sanada, she got dressed and left her room, taking her letter and closing the door quietly behind her. She slipped noiselessly out of the house, sliding the entrance door closed behind her and dashing towards the neighborhood bus stop.

Sanada sat up and looked at the now closed door. "Kimiko…" What happened to you?

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