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Finally the next chapter! Sorry for the long delay, but i was really iffy with this chapter. I dunno it was too sudden....

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Chapter 4: Lesson 3: Dinner Etiquette

"Ando-san, today we will be working on the table etiquette," Yagyuu began as he pulled out a chair and motioned for Kyoko to sit down.

Grudgingly, she sat down and allowed herself to be seated. "So if I get this down, we'll end the lesson for today?"

Yagyuu nodded as he debated on what to begin with. He finally decided to see what she knew first. And that started the long and grueling test that preludes to the long and grueling lesson.

"After a grueling hour of Yagyuu asking Kyoko the do's and don'ts of dinner etiquette, they were about to take a long, well-deserved break – "

"Ando-san, it has only been fifteen minutes," Yagyuu interrupted with a chuckle. "And may I ask why you are narrating in the third person?"

"Shut up, you interrupted/ruined my monologue!" Kyoko snapped, throwing a desert fork at him. Or was it a salad fork? Whatever, they are both pointy and used to eat with!

Chuckling, Yagyuu dodged and commented, "You know you sound just like a writer, if you don't mind me saying so."

"Really?" Kyoko eyes' brightened. Yagyuu thought they even sparkled a bit.

The Gentleman nodded, surprised at the sudden reaction and the new side of her that had just been revealed to him. It was the side of her that wanted to be recognized for who she was not for the façade that she put on. It was quite refreshing to him.

So many questions popped up in Yagyuu's mind. But, no matter how he looked at it, asking any of them would be much too rude. But there was one that could not be suppressed. One that was so blunt and rude but he was dying for the answer. For the answer that he was searching for all these years. Before he knew what he was doing, he asked it, carefully choosing the right words, "How do you keep it up all the time?"

"Huh?" Kyoko looked startled. The boy's question and sudden change in composure was so surprising and yet, in a way, it was refreshing to her.

"How do you keep this masquerade going? How do you keep your fake face all the time?" He asked. His head was down, glasses were off, and his face was buried in his hands while his elbows rested on his knees.

"So I was right," Kyoko replied softly. "Your 'Gentleman' appearance was all right an act, right? To hide something."

Yagyuu lifted his head; his vivid violet eyes were lost in her mysterious dark blue orbs. How was it that she understood him perfectly?

"My reason is that I have a little sister," Kyoko stared out the large window, chuckling miserably. "Well, she's not little. But she all I have and I need her right now. And she needs me as well. I need to be strong and tough to show her how to get through everything this life, world, --no, our family—throws at her."

Yagyuu looked surprised, "What your family throws at you?" Everything had happened so suddenly. All the walls had been torn down in mere seconds, and now, at this moment, Yagyuu felt no need to carry on his fake image and no longer cared about being rude or polite. He needed answers to the questions that were his burden.

"It's complicated," Kyoko replied, her voice was soft not angry or tough like it usually was, and something about it was pleading with Yagyuu to drop the matter. "So tell me why do you hide behind the 'Gentleman'?"

It was a deep secret that Yagyuu had sworn not to tell anyone. But this girl made him yearn to explain everything. But he couldn't ….he shouldn't….it was too much....

He felt a hot tear on his cheek. Now the moment that he wanted to appear strong in front of the girl who had just mysteriously entered his life a few weeks ago, the tears that always refused to come fell.

Kyoko was taken back by his sudden outburst of tears. She felt like crying too, but she would never in a thousand years cry in front of the boy who had made her promise that she would be strong.

The only thing she could do was leave. Regretting not being able to comfort him or her own feelings, Kyoko jumped out of her seat and ran out the door and sprinted furiously towards her secret place. No one could see her cry, no one! Especially not Kiki. Or him…

Yagyuu had only heard the girl run out of the room. He had buried his head in his hands again. He sat up and stared at his cell phone while attempting to wipe the tears away; he noticed he had thirteen new messages---all from Niou.

Sighing, he made his decision; he had to tell Niou about what was going on. It was finally time to confide in someone.