After meeting all of Auntie Miwa's son and step daughter, Ema, and living with them for 3 weeks. They treated me like a sister (except for Wataru), I've never felt like an outcast. I honestly thought that they would treat me as if I'm a stranger like what 'she' did to me when I was living with 'them'. It felt very nice. It's nice and safe.

Anyway, I heard that Ema and Subaru are getting married. And I also heard that I will be the one designing the dress.

-2 weeks ago-

"Pleeaase! Artemisia-san!"

"No."

"But.."

"No."

"Please! Consider it as a Wedding gift for us, please? I really, REALLY love your designs, so please?"

Sighs.

"Fine, I'll do it. So what's the motive of the wedding?" I grabbed my Ipad, opening the notepad for notes.

"Well..."

"Hi, Art-chan~!"

I looked up from my work and saw Tsubaki grinning like an idiot in front of me.

"Art-chan?"

He plopped down beside me, his arm draped on my shoulder.

"Yeah, It's my nickname for ya, and Artemisia is sooo boring."

Well, he got a point actually.

I rolled my eyes at him and returned to my job, "Yeah, sure, whatever."

I heard him gasp, "WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SWEET LOVING ART-CHAN I KNEW?!"

I rolled my eyes again, "She's sleeping, Tsubaki. Keep it down otherwise you'd wake her up."

"What's all the fuss here?"

I looked up and saw Futo stretching his limbs.

"Your brother is having a period, that's why."

"Hey, I am not!"

I chuckled slightly, typing some things on my laptop, "Yes, yes. Whatever you say Tsubaki."

Futo plopped down on my left side, with his leg resting on the coffee table, and heard him yawn. I met Futo last 2 weeks ago when I was at a café near the house. He was wearing a cap on his head, a green scarf around his neck, and black RayBan shades. He 'accidentally' poured his hot coffee on my white blouse. Good thing I brought my jacket that day or I would be forcefully walked back home with my bra showing off. So much for the first impressions.

"What ya doin, big sis?" I heard Futo asked.

"It's for Ema's wedding. I'm doing my research about Japanese traditional wedding gowns. She wanted her gown to be traditional with a hint of European taste," I massage my temples, "honestly, this is very hard. I have never designed mix cultures let alone wedding gowns."

"Is it that very hard?" Tsubaki asked, I noticed that he's leaning his body close to me.

I shifted my position, "Not really, I just need to combine all of this." Sighs. "And the wedding will be on June, I have only a few weeks left."

While we were talking about Ema's wedding, we heard the elevator sound and doors opening. We saw a wavy long orange hair descending down the stairs. We heard clicking heels on the marble floor and a voice of a man-ish.

"Hello everyone~!"

Oh, that explains it.

I smiled at Hikaru, "Hello to you as well." He was wearing his usual attire: Women's clothes and 2 inch heels. I met Hikaru last 3 years ago in Paris. We bump into each other in the middle of the sidewalk, he was wearing man's clothes that time; I only learned that he was a cross-dresser last week.

"Where's Ukyo? I thought he said that there will be a announcement to make."
Announcement? For what?

Tsubaki agreed, "Yeah, I heard he said that last time."

Futo raised a brow, "What announcement?"

Hikaru rolled his eyes, "That's why I'm here, silly. If I knew what dear Ukyo's going to say then I shouldn't be here." Hikaru winked at his little brother, "And adults only."

Futo's brows creased, "Adults? I am an adult!"

Hikaru tsk'ed, his finger swinging side to side, "Nu-uh, you're still a teenager."

Futo rolled his eyes, standing up with his chin held up like a royalty would do, "Fine, whatever," he walked furiously towards Hikaru, "You're in the way, brother."

Hikaru giggle, "Oops! My bad, here ya go~!" He stepped aside and letting Futo to pass.

Futo left the room with a loud thud, Hikaru skipped towards us.

"Is that what I think it is?" He asked, pointing at my work.

I nodded, "Yes... Honestly, this is hardest gown I've ever designed. I need to have some research about the Japanese traditions about weddings," I sighed, rubbing my eyes, "that's why I hate weddings... Too much drama." I whispered the last part to myself.

"Weddings are not that bad," Tsubaki defended. "It's sweet, romantic and the cutest thing I've seen in my life." He sighed dreamily, as if he was a beautiful princess or some sort. "Wait, you're 26, right?"

I quirked a brow, "Yes, I am 26. Is there a problem with me being 26?"

"N-no! N-not-thing at all?! He-he.."

Hikaru hummed, "I think Tsubaki was saying that you're at the right age for being married." He smirked. "You sly dog," he suddenly grabbed me and hug me like a teddy bear. "I will not let you have my mon'ami~!" He cooed.

"H-HEY! THAT WAS NOT I WAS TRYING TO SAY!"

"Uh-huh~! Tell that to yourself~!"

"Mon'ami!? What's that even supposed to mean?!"

"Now that's a secret~"

"What is happening here?"

We looked up and saw Masaomi and Ukyo standing across the room with bags on their hands.

"Oh, nothing, we're just brainstorming that's all." I said in a bored tone. I pointed out the small bags, "What's that?"
He hid it from behind, "N-nothing! Just some things that I needed."

I turned my finger to Masaomi, "and you?"

He held his hands in a defensive way, pointing back to Ukyo.

"H-hey! Why is it always me?"

Masaomi shrugged, "Well, I'm not the one who bought a pair of ballet shoes, a necklace, and a black lingerie-hey! That hurt."

Ukyo's glasses flashed, "It's a night gown, not a lingerie." He muttered angrily.

I quirked a brow, "Lingerie? Is that for your girlfriend, then?" I asked.

Ukyo shook his head, "No, for safety reasons, that's all," he walked towards the stairs, "I'll be right back, I'm going to put this in my room and make dinner. And after dinner, mother will tell us the news she's been telling us about."

"Mother? She's here?" Tsubaki asked.

"No, she will tell us thru Skype." Ukyo paused, "where's Kaname?"

"Yeah, where is Kaname? I haven't seen him all day." I asked and turned to Tsubaki.

"Oh, he's in his room, probably sleeping." Tsubaki shrugged.

"Sleeping? In the middle of the afternoon? That's new.." Masaomi said, his chin on his knuckles.

Ukyo came back and headed towards the kitchen, grabbing his green apron and starting preparing the food for tonight's dinner. I continued my work, while the other three brothers, Msaomi, Tsubaki and Hikaru, were watching T.V. I noticed that Wataru was not here with Masaomi. Usually that boy would cling to the older man when I was with them. Am I really that scary?

"Where's Wataru?" I asked, breaking the ice.

"Oh, he's having a sleep over with his friends. He'll be back tomorrow morning." Masaomi answered.

I nodded, "Oh," proceeding to my work, "m'kay, then."

After endless searching on the net about Japanese weddings. I have made my conclusion that I will make this dress more simple, feminine, and innocent. I saved all my files and turned off my laptop, I then grabbed all the papers and put it in my folder.

"Hey, do you guys know a fabric store here?" I asked, grabbing my bag and swinging it on my shoulder.

"Ask Kaname." Ukyo said from the kitchen.

"Oh, okay then, thanks."

-Kaname's room-

"Hmmm..." a groan escaped from Kaname's lips as he turned around on his bed. It was unusual for Kaname to sleep in the middle of the day, he would always tease and mock his brothers and flirt with girls outside of the house. But since Artemisia came, everything became weird and awkward. It's not like he's falling in love with her like what happened to him with his imouto-chan, no, there's something in her eyes that he knew.

-Kaname's dream-

It was nine years ago when he visited his mother in England, he was 21 years old-looking all mighty and handsome as the girls would say. He was at a bar called 'Blue Berry', and he was drinking a glass of whiskey, a cigarette hanging on his lips. They were girls sitting beside him with their 'come to me' looks and poses.

"Hey there big guy, you look lonely?" asked a girl wearing slutty clothes and wild make up, she rubbed her hands on Kanme's chest, "Wanna join me tonight?" she purred.

Kaname scoffed, pulling out the cigarette from his lips, then stomping it with his boot, "No, darling. Find someone else."

The girl gasped and rolled her eyes, "Whatever, let's go girls."

"Bartender," he called, "Another one, please."

The Bartender nodded and he walked towards Kaname and poured his glass. In the corner of the Bartender's eyes, saw the woman who always came here in the bar every Friday night. After pouring Kaname's glass, he hurriedly walked towards the newcomer.

The woman sat on the bar stool, her legs crossing and her back straight. She was wearing a white polo shirt, black skinny jeans and ballet flats.

"The usual?" asked the Bartender.

The woman nodded, "Yes." she let her eyes roam all over the place and she noticed a blonde man looking in her direction.

Her cold gray eyes met warm hazel eyes. She immediately turned away and saw her drink before her, she sipped her alcohol, letting the strong substance slide into her throat. She let out a moan-biting her lips in a sexy way (though she didn't expect to be 'that' sexy)

"You're moaning because of a drink? What could happen in bed, then?"

She looked to her left and saw the man that's been looking at her a few minutes ago.

Said the man smirked at her expression, offering his hand to her, "My name's Kaname, yours?"

She rolled her eyes, drinking all the contents of her glass, motioning the Bartender for more.

"Woah, you drink like crazy lady. You better be careful later when you go home, there are lots of men lurking in the shadows just to have 'action', y' know." he stated, asking the bartender for a refill.

She groaned and rolled her eyes, sipping the drink from her glass.

Kaname quirked a brow, "And now you're groaning...hmm.. must be the drink."

Her eyebrow twitched, she doesn't have time for this. She's supposed to have a night all by herself (or with someone) and relax. It's Friday, who doesn't love Fridays, anyway?

"What do you want?" she asked, finally talking.

Kaname's eyes lit up, "Finally! You spoke."

She groaned again, "I will ask again, what do you want?"

Kaname shrugged, "Oh, nothing. I thought you need a companion tonight, so I came here for you to talk."

She plopped her elbow on the bar table, and looked at him with a bored face.

"Enlighten me."

This is harder than I thought, he thought.

"You see," he grabbed a sliced lemon, "When a person gets lonely," he grabbed another one, "you need a friend to mingle with."

Kaname heard her laugh, he was expecting a scoff or a sarcastic comment, but then...

He looked at her laughing face, she looks so much better when she laughs, he thought.

She wiped the tear off in the corner of her eye, "You're joking right?" laughs. "That's the most corniest thing I've ever heard in my entire life." she smiled at him, the corners of her eyes crinkled a little, "Thank you."

Kaname stared at her with awe. To him, she's like the prettiest thing he had ever seen. Her once cold gray eyes turned into warm and very welcoming eyes.

The two talked and laughed for hours. And as time passed by, both of them drunk and tipsy. The Bartender called a cab for them, since he didn't know where the two lived, he told the driver the address and handed him cash.

The driver drove them to a small house and left them there. Good thing an old woman named, Natasha, accepted them.

"Goodness, the two of you must be Jeremy's friends," her voice hinting with a British accent, "Come one, unfortunately we only have one room left, is it okay with you?"

She giggled like a school girl, "Yes, it's alright."

Natasha nodded and escorted the two to their room for the night.

"Good night, love birds."

Kaname chuckled, plopping down on the single bed, "Love birds, eh?" he looked at her with lust. His eyes roam all over her body like a predator-ready to eat his prey. He shook the thought off his mind, what are you doing, Kaname? He thought.

Kaname gazed up and saw her slowly walking towards the bed, she pressed her right knee on the mattress and crawling on the other side of the bed. She noticed that he was not talking, he was only there staring or more like thinking to himself.

She touched his shoulder and he slightly jumped from his trance, "You all right?"

He nodded, "Yeah, just thinking of what happened earlier."

She chuckled, resting her chin on top of her hand. Kaname felt the pressure on his shoulder and when he turned around, his nose bumped onto hers. They both stared in each others eyes, then Kaname slowly advancing on her pink lips. She closed the gap between them, their lips moving in sync, tongues in battle for dominance. Their body pressed to each other and arms entwined. Kaname left butterfly kisses on her cheeks and slowly down on her neck. He sucked where her pulse was and she let out a moan.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing her crotch on his groin-creating friction. Kaname let out a throaty moan, feeling his little guy's awakening.

Kaname pushed her down the bed, his body hovering her. He looked at his 'companion' appearance, her cheeks tinted in pink, her lips swollen and wet, and clothes wrinkled. He stared into her eyes, "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

She nodded and smiled softly at him, "Yes, I'm pretty sure about it."

He blinked, narrowing his eyes, "No, you're not." he got up from his position and turned his back on her.

"W-what?"

Kaname looked at her from his shoulder, "You're not ready for this." He heard her scoff and laugh.

"So, you think I'm not good enough for you to do this shit, huh!?"

He turned again and faced her and saw tears swelling of her eyes.

"You're just like them, always thinking that I'm not capable of doing things." she said in a whisper-venom, in every word she said.

Kaname grabbed her by the shoulders, "What are you thinking? Don't say things like that!" she laughed, and noticed that she's still drunk.

She leaned into his touch, her head resting on his chest.

"Let me forget... Just one night... One night... I want to feel that I am myself..."

Kaname sighed, his eyes closing for a moment.

"But first, let me know your name..."

She looked into his eyes. The eyes that have hunted him for 9 years.

"Carmen.."

I walked towards Kaname's door and knocked.

"Kaname, are you awake?" I asked, the tip of my nose touching the mahogany door.

"No answer? Hmm.. Maybe he's still sleeping." I grabbed the doorknob and twisting it, "He didn't lock doors?"

I entered Kaname's room and noticed that it was dark and cold.

"Hey, Kaname?"

I slowly walked towards his bed and saw his body lying under the violet covers.

I sat on the edge of his bed, "Kaname?" I shook his shoulder, "Psst! Kaname wake up!"

Kaname groaned and he opened his eyes.

Kaname slowly opened his eyes and widening a little.

It can't be, he thought.

In front of him, a spitting image of the girl he'd been dreaming of.

"Carmen?"

I am very sorry for the late update. But thanks for those who reviewed last time. And someone noticed that I made a mistake on my OC's name. I am very very VERY sorry. LOL, anyways, I hope this satisfies you. The italic part and the mushy thing, I am not completely confident about it. I don't do kiss and lemon things, I only read them not write.

So what'ye think about Carmen and Artemisia? This Chapter features about Kaname's part. Next time, it would be Ukyo's turn.

Thank you and I love you guys. :* :*

I better get going, my husband is calling.

Sebastian: My wife -scoops me up and hugs me- I have missed you, where have you been?

Me: Hehe... LOL!