Ha! In this one, you'll find out what Mitsuki's really playing at! She SEDUCES!! It was a plot! Mwuhahaha! Anyhoo, enjoy this chapter. And, no, Mitsuki is still, and always will be, a virgin, people.

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It had never actually occurred to me that Sayuri was in love with me. I had been sure, so sure that she would have ended up with someone else in the time I had been gone. Izanagi, maybe? I mean, her cruelness towards him could have been likeness.

I...guess I was wrong.

Why had I moved on? I could happily be with her now, if it wasn't for my selfishness. I hadn't expected her to ever love me. She thought that I was a perverted trickster. I had always assumed that she would move on. But the other half had been selfish enough to believe that she was too violent and her style to out spoken that anyone else would want her but myself.

We had always been together, so naturally I thought that someone as young as her just thought of us as close friends. Nothing more. When I left for Europe, I had imagined that if she had loved me, she would have told me then, to keep me from going. But, I guess she thought that it wouldn't have mattered, or maybe I no longer saw her that way.

When I boarded the plane, I had had no idea that Easter had placed someone in Europe to guide me. When I did find out, I had had no idea that she would be a girl. When I met Mitsuki, I had been expecting much older, maybe. But her brilliant green eyes and midnight hair showed no signs of age. What I didn't like was that she was a 'giggler'. She laughed at everything I said, and was always implying that she'd be happy to go out with me.

We spent all of our time together, and I began to miss Sayuri. I began to pretend that she was Mitsuki. I let myself be lured. I let it happen, and now I'm paying for it. I hadn't expected anything.

She would treat me to dinner, and after a while, I would treat her. We talked about our lives, and eventually we knew everything about each other. I began to think more and more about Sayuri. I couldn't get her out of my head, and my month wasn't anywhere near over. I could hardly bare it. And then it happened...

"Yuki-chan, dear? What's wrong?" Mitsuki asked. "I... I kind of miss Sayuri." "Sayuri?" she blinked. "Yeah. Her. I really just... want to see her." I sighed, sitting on my bed in the hotel suite. To my surprise, she gave a horrid cackle. She covered her mouth girlishly.

"Sayuri? Do you love her?" she giggled. I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't. I shut it, grimacing, and turned my head the other way. She grabbed my face in her hands, turning me towards her. "That girl? I thought that you said that she didn't love you, Yuki-chan? Were you lying to me?" she simpered.

"No, but-" "You miss the girl who never loved you? You miss her?" she chided. "But, I-" "No. You aren't understanding." she purred in my ear. "Why miss her, the one who will never love you..." she stopped, smiling. "When you have one willing person, your own age, here?" she giggled.

I sat there, for a moment. My head down in thought. She walked to the end of the bed, in front of me, and climbed on top of me. She leaned her face towards mine. I didn't pull away. Here was one person, who knew me, who was my age, and who loved me. Sayuri... I couldn't say the same thing for her. I gave in. I gave up.

I leaned forward, too. Our lips met. Hers weren't hesitant, like Sayuri's always were. I touched her lip with my tongue, and she opened up to me. But then I pulled away. I didn't want it to go any further. But, we were then 'together'. She smirked up at me, giggling playfully.

"Stop thinking about her, Yuki." she purred, pushing me down. That whole night, I zoned out. She just lay beside me, wanting more than she had gotten. Her clothes not on the floor. Nothing. But I didn't say anything against being with her. I didn't mind. And that's where I went wrong.

I had expected for Sayuri to be happy for me. Glad, that I would stop messing around with her and teasing her. But she had had the exact opposite reaction. She had been furious. Sad. Angry. I had gotten on her last nerve. I had made her crack.

She should have beaten me. Cursed me to the fiery pits of Hades. Spit on me. Torn me apart. But, she loved me too much. After all the thing that I had done to hurt her, she still couldn't walk away from me. She still put me first. She still would go through any pain if it meant I wouldn't have to.

But I deserve pain.

She doesn't.

I shouldn't have let Mitsuki's words get to me. And maybe things would have turned out better if I hadn't let Amaya's words grip my mind in the beginning. If I hadn't pushed her heart to choose. If I had just waited. If I had stayed with her. If I had shared my feelings. Anything.

I gave up on the person who I was most in love with. The one person who truly knew my personality. The one person who truly cared. I gave up on her. I had broken her into a million pieces. I had stopped her world from turning. I had torn her heart and soul. I had done all those things, which pained me. And still, who was the person hurting most?

Sayuri.

I'm so sorry.