As the brothers waited for Artemisia's return, Azusa left the house and headed to her working station. His steps were slow as if he was in a death march, his head hung low, and his hands in his pockets. He sighed and closed his eyes briefly, as mush as he wanted to 'marry' the foreigner, he couldn't help but feel the weariness inside of him.

Why?

Because he's in love with someone else.

Azusa sighed again, his shoulders slumped, This is harder than I expected, he thought.

It started back when his mother took him to London as a birthday gift for him. He always wanted to go to London, the first time he saw the big Ben in a post card he began collecting pictures and souvenirs.

His clothes were like those old fashion sailor outfits in London (AN: If you know little Ciel Phantomhive, you'll know it.), he was wandering around in the Manor of his mother's friend. He abruptly stops his tracks when he heard a soft music coming from the corner. Little Azusa looked both on his sides, thinking of going to the music were or just go back to his mother.

He shook his head and headed towards the room where the music was. He tip toed slowly and grabbed the crystal door knob and pushed it ajar. He crept in and saw a figure dancing elegantly around the room.

The girl was wearing a black shirt and a pink tutu, her tiny-slender legs wrapped with pink strips that connected to her ballet shoes, beneath it a light shade of pink stockings. Her blonde hair in a french twist, curls draped on her neck.

Azusa stared at her with awe, his mouth agape, his glasses hung on his nose.

"Pretty.." he whispered.

The girl shrieked and stop her dancing. She turned around and saw Azusa staring at her with a blush dusted on his cheeks.

"Who are you?" the girl asked.

Azusa blinked, then looking at his shoulder, he looked at her again with a dumb look and pointed to himself.

"Me?"

The girl rolled her eyes, "Yes, you." she pointed out.

Azusa blushed and looked down at his black polished shoes.

"Uhh... Sorry."

"Nah, it's alright. So, lemme ask again, who are you? And what are 'ya doin' there?"

"Oh, I umm.. I'm Azusa. I-it's n-nice t-t-o m-meet you!" he bowed.

Azusa kept his head down, his eyes completely shut. Man, I'm a complete idiot, he thought.

The girl giggled, "It's nice to meet you, Azusa. And you can lift your head now... gosh, I sounded like the Queen!"

Azusa stared at the laughing girl in front of him, his cheeks slightly pink.

"U-um.. et-to, what's yours?" he asked in his tiny voice. (AN: This is sooooo adorable! XD)

"Uh... I don't know if it's okay to tell you my name." she shyly said.

"N-no! It's alright, I bet you have a pretty name." he said, playing with his fingers.

The girl sighed, "It's not about my name, it's just you might see me as my twin sister," she looked down, "and I hate being compared to her."

"Who is your sister?"

"Carmen, what are you doing?"

Azusa and Carmen looked at the door and saw a man wearing a suit, his hand on the handle.

"Oh, Uncle Michael." Carmen said.

Michael smiled at his niece, his hand outstretched at her.

"I hate to interrupt your conversation, but we need to go."

Carmen sighed sadly, looking at Azusa with the cutest puppy dog look.

"Goodbye then, Azusa."

After that meeting he asked his mother the address of the house and he sent letters to her. Luckily, she also sent back.

Five years of sending letters, Azusa grew fond of the said girl. Every letter, every word, she said, makes his heart flutter.

When Azusa turned 20 years old, he wrote a letter to her about him visiting her in England. However, she didn't write back.

Azusa booked a flight to England, when he arrived there he saw a girl wearing black. Her hair also black, but her eyes...

Gray. The same as Carmen had.

The mysterious girl walked towards him, her cold, calculating eyes poured upon him, her heels clicking and clacking on the white marble floor.

"Mr. Asahina. I'm Artemisia Gonzales, Carmen's cousin. I knew that the both of you were sending letters. And I also knew that you wanted to meet her again." she said, her voice sending chills to his spine.

Azusa gulped the lump in his throat, "Where is she?"

"She died last week."

And with that, Azusa's heart stopped.

Azusa sighed, standing in front of Artemisia's working place. He grabbed the gold-plated (not really, gold) doorknob, turning it counterclockwise, then pushing it. After pushing aside the cream-colored door, he saw stacks of paper and pictures lying on the floor. He sighed again at the mess and started walking towards the light, brown table.

As Azusa picked the papers one by one, his violet eye caught a familiar handwriting. His eyes narrowed at the yellow-ish paper, reading its contents. Then suddenly, he gasped, his eyes widen when read the first paragraph of the letter.

"This... was.. mine." he whispered, grabbing another letter to read.

Dear Carmen,

I'm sorry I didn't write you a letter last time. I was having my finals and I need to focus on my studies. How are you? It's been years since we last met. I talked to my mom last week and asked her permission to go there in London and visit you. I hope you're not busy when I get there, and honestly, I really missed you.

Anyways, Tsubaki, my brother had asked me to try voice acting, do you think I should go? I mean, voice acting is not my forte, but, I can't resist my brother. And I also remember, you're turning 19 next week right? Advance Happy Birthday! If you're wondering about your gift, don't worry. I have it here. And when I get there in London, I'll give it to you personally.

Wish you all the best,

Azusa.

P.S When I get there, will you teach me how to play the guitar? Thanks.

"How did she got this?"

Azusa shook his head, folding the piece of paper and sliding it into his pocket.

He's going to seek all the answers and asked her why.

"Shit, I'm late."

Artemisia walked towards the elevator, her hair in disarray, the first two buttons of her top were open-slight amount of skin was showing.

This is it. The moment of truth. She's going to tell them the truth about Artemisia and Carmen.

As Artemisia waited impatiently for the elevator to rise up to the third floor, her mind was back in Natsume's apartment. He was a bit intimidating, yet good at some point. She just couldn't help but think of how he looked at her when she's not looking at him. It's like she's reading her like an open book.

'Ding!'

She shot her head and saw the doors opened. Artemisia stepped out of the elevator and saw that the brothers were all sitting on the red couch (except for Iori, Wataru, Yuusuke, and Futo). She cleared her throat, and the brother's shot their heads up and saw the soon to be bride looking at them with 'what are you guys doing' look.

Hikaru stood up first, not wearing his usual attire, but a simple, crisp, light blue shirt and black trousers. He walked towards her with a smile, he took her hands and kissed her knuckles.

"Good morning mon'ami." he said, still his lips lingering on her smooth hand, his eyes staring at hers.

Ukyo glared daggers at his brother, his arms crossed, his hand gripping his own arm.

"Um.. What's the occasion?" Artemisia asked, her head tilted.

Ukyo stood up, sending glares towards Hikaru.

"We have news for you, Artemisia."

Artemisia quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh, I have news for you also, but you guys can go first."

"Your mother, had made an arrangement with our mother... A marriage proposal."

Artemisia froze in her spot.

"What?"

Ukyo step forward, "Are you alright?"

Artemisia shook her head, "I'm alright. It's just... I..."

Natsume stepped into their 'moment'.

"You'll have to pick a groom, you know." he lazily said.

Kaname also stepped into their moment.

"Now, that's settled."

The brothers stood in front of the bride-to-be.

"Who's going to be your groom?"

Outside, Artemisia's looked very calm and calculating.

But inside?

No. Just. No.

This is the edited version. I was not satisfied when I read this last time.

********PREVIEW FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER/S

Masaomi stood in front of her bed, pictures of two same girls, one with blonde hair the other black, their hands joined together.

He couldn't believe this, she was alive all along.

Masaomi felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out and held it against his ear.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Asahina, I was wondering if you saw the pictures and documents I send to you."

"What are you doing?! This is impossible! I've seen her records and it's stated that she died when she was 19 years old! Carmen is dead!"

"Really? Try and look again."