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Chapter 7: Being Surrounded by the Fated

It was Tuesday again and I didn't know what I was doing making my way to the old music room but here I was – walking pass the familiar creepy corridor again.

Instead of hearing the gentle sound of the piano like I had last week, I heard loud voices escaping the room in its place.

I smiled, the one voice was recognisably Yuki's... but the other one, a somewhat childlike and sweet voice made its way to my ears and I had no idea who it was.

Slightly irritated at the fact that someone else was there instead of me, I made my way sneakily to the door which seemed to be opened widely this time instead and peeked in to find a very unexpected sight.

Yuki and a small girl with cute light brown pigtails and a yellow summer dress sitting on a big picnic blanket, books sprawled around them, singing along to a song on Yuki's iPod it seemed.

"Don't say no, no, no, no-no;
Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah;
And we'll go, go, go, go-go.
If you're ready, like I'm ready.

Cause it's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you."

As they sang the last line Yuki lightly touched the girl's nose causing her to giggle.

"Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

Just say I do,
Tell me right now baby,
Tell me right now baby.

Just say I do,
Tell me right now baby,
Tell me right now baby."

They sang together in such harmony, Yuki and the girl singing alternate lines. I couldn't help the smile that came on my face as I leaned against the door, unnoticed by the two occupants.

"Cause it's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you."

As the song ended, I clapped my hands in praise.

"Bravo, bravo." I said, smirking as I walked into the room. The girl looked back and forth between Yuki and I as Yuki stood up to greet me.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was bored." I lied effortlessly, like I'm going to tell him I wanted to see him. Pfft.

"Oh. Well... this little princess," Yuki said, motioning to the girl who now stood next to him holding onto the side of his shirt lightly, "is Aki's sister."

I crouched down so that I was at eye level with her and smiled, "Hi, my name's Kyo. What's yours?"

"Hanabi." She whispered.

"Hanabi? Well that's a really cool name. Not like Kyo, Kyo's such a boring name, don't you think?"

Hanabi made eye contact with me briefly and shook her head, burying her face in Yuki's shirt before responding, "..I like it."

"Well I'm glad then." I said and reached out to rub her head. The girl was adorable. Sweet and shy and for some reason I thought she would be just like her brother and not speak very much.

"Sorry, Kyo. She's shy, usually she's really really loud. She can speak enough for both her and Aki." He said, laughing slightly as the girl hanging on him blushed.

"What were you guys up to?" I said, as I stood up again.

"Homework." Yuki supplied and I looked at their picnic blanket.

"Seems cozy, do you guys need any help?"

Yuki smirked, "From you? I hardly doubt it."

I glared at him, if Hanabi weren't here I'd punch the asshole!

"Calm down," Yuki said hastily picking up on my sudden animosity, putting his hand on my arm in hopes of soothing me, "It was just a joke."

My eyes followed the path from Yuki's pale hand, up his arm, pass his shoulder and that slender neck, pass his rosy-pink lips and to his captivating amethyst eyes.

At once my anger dissipated. As if Yuki had this invisible hold on me and if he willed it, I would do it. Irritated at the mere thought that he could control me like that, I shrugged his arm off as casually as I could so that it wouldn't seem if something were wrong.

"I'm calm." I said, breathing deeply to emphasize the fact.

"Yun- niichan..."

Yuki looked down at Hanabi again and smiled gently, a smile I've never seen him use on anyone before, "Yes Hana-chan?"

"My homework."

Yuki laughed and took the hand that was holding his shirt in his, leading her back to their positions on the blanket before turning his head to look over his shoulder at me, "You can join us if you want." I saw Yuki's eyes light up with an unreadable emotion, one which beckoned me closer, and without answering I made my way to the blanket sitting next to him and facing Hanabi.

"What homework are you doing?"

"It's math."

I pulled a face causing Hanabi to chuckle softly and I snorted in response.

"Maybe we should get Yun-niichan to help you with that one instead." I said to Hanabi, feeling Yuki's elbow hit my ribs (probably at the way I had said Yun-niichan), fuck that guy's got one strong elbow.

"Hana-chan's really good at math so I doubt she'd need my help anyway."

For the second time that day I saw Hanabi beam up at Yuki.

"Is it okay if I do it on my own Yun-niichan? I'll call you if I need help."

Yuki smiled and nodded, "You're so hard-working, Hana-chan. We'll go sit over at the couch so you can concentrate, okay?"

Hanabi nodded enthusiastically before seeming to immerse herself in the work laid out before her as she settled into a more comfortable position – namely, lying on her stomach.

Yuki got up and made his way to the couch with me following him. We sat down and settled into relatively the same positions we had been sitting in the week before.

"Where's Aki?"

"He's working part-time. He picks Hanabi up from Elementary School after school and yesterday he was speaking about how bored Hanabi looked just sitting there so I said I'd look after her since I'm free anyway." He explained, I barely paid attention from the moment I heard that Kanzaki spoke of his own free will.

I was woken from my musings by Yuki's waving hand in front of my face.

"Earth to Kyo! You in there?"

"Funny." I said monotonously, "I was just caught off guard by the fact that Kanzaki spoke." I said, voicing my thoughts out loud this time.

Yuki laughed good-naturedly, "He does speak you know. He's just silent. He's more of a listener so he tends to keep quiet and let everyone else do the talking. He's an observer."

I nodded, "I don't think I've heard him speak more than 5 times in my life."

"Well that's Aki for you. The more he gets to know you the more he'll speak in front of you. He's weird like that, not sure what it's about."

"Onii-chan's really self-conscious about insulting people so he doesn't speak much because he's scared of offending them."

"Offending them?" I asked Hanabi inquisitively.

"Onii-chan always says things straight out. He'll tell you exactly what he's thinking without sugar coating it. It's a bad habit, Mom said he would get scold out a lot at Elementary school for doing it and she'd always have to come in and apologize to parents because of what Onii-chan would say to their children." Hanabi said, matter-of-factly. "Onii-chan's gotten better though... ever since Sei-niichan became his friend, Onii-chan would always try to hold it in instead of saying it right off the bat."

I nodded in understanding before staring at Hanabi in wonder. "Are you really Kanzaki's sister?"

Yuki started laughing silently behind his hand before he laughed out loud and clutched his stomach soon after, unable to control himself any longer.

Hanabi stood up and huffed, "Yun-niichan is mean!"

"S-sorry Hana-chan," Yuki blurted out between laughs.

"Kyon-niichan tell him to stop laughing!"

I froze, "Ky-Kyon...nii-chan? Is that supposed to be me?"

Yuki's laughter grew harder and I didn't know whether to do what Hanabi said and make him stop laughing or start laughing myself.

"Men." Hanabi huffed and made to walk out of the room.

Yuki suddenly controlled his laughter and worry laced his voice, "Where are you going?"

"The ladies' room." She said swiftly and walked out almost elegantly.

After a moment's silence, Yuki spoke up, "I have too much fun with her."

"How old is she?"

"Six. The most grown-up 6 year old you'll ever meet, I assure you." Yuki stated.

"I think I can believe that." I replied, sinking back into the couch and closing my eyes.

Yuki didn't speak either and both of us where enveloped in sheer silence.

"How's dorm life?"

I replied, keeping my eyes closed, "It's good I guess. It's nice having someone make your meals for you, I didn't expect the dorms to have a house keeper. I mean, we have to clean our own rooms and stuff but Tohru does all the cooking so it's really cool cause she's a good cook."

"I see... Honda Tohru, right? She's a beauty isn't she?"

I opened my eyes slowly, turning my head in Yuki's direction, watching him fiddle with his fingers in a show of nervousness that seemed to remain unexplained to me. His voice had seemed distant and hesitant.

"I guess she is sort of cute." I watched as Yuki's head bent further, his fringe covering his eyes. But not as cute as you. I clenched my eyes close, I'd been accustomed to hearing all these sappy thoughts about Yuki but that didn't mean I had to like them. "Do you think she's cute too?" I asked suddenly, aware that Yuki was gay, just wanting to see what his reaction would be.

"Well... even though she's not my type I can definitely see that she's cute... is she..." Yuki started but he paused, as if contemplating whether to carry on or not.

"Is she?" I inquired.

"... Is she your type..?" Yuki asked, and if I hadn't strained to listen I would've probably missed it.

"My type?"

Yuki nodded, keeping his head bent.

"...I can't really say, I don't really know if I have a type or not."

Finally my eyes met those fascinating ones, "You don't know if you have a type or not?"

Albeit against my will, it was happening again. I'd never tell anyone something like what I was about to tell Yuki but for some reason, if Yuki asked I would not hesitate to answer.

"I'm looking for one person. That person who makes you see everything differently, the one who makes you wonder what the hell you've been doing with your life before them." Yuki's eyes stayed intently on mine even as I asked the next question, "What are your views about relationships?"

"I'm not sure. I'd like to think that there's only one person out there for me, but the logic is skewed. There's a chance you may never meet the person you're 'destined' for. Mimi and I joke about it sometimes... we call it 'being surrounded by the fated'. My dad met my mom 2 months before his arranged marriage was scheduled. My grandfather didn't approve so my parents eloped... luckily father was skilled and had business knowledge, along with some help he managed to build the company and we didn't live facing any financial difficulty. Hatori and Aya-nii have been together for 10 years and I swear they still act like a newly-wed couple, we'd come in to the lounge to find Aya-nii just cuddling with Hatori and just relaxing against one another in front of the TV. Being in contact with that many people who've had their happy endings – their perfect partner... what are the chances that I'd find mine?"

I saw the raw emotion in Yuki's eyes and I could see the hope and desire to be wrong in his eyes. He wanted – he deserved – his happy ever after. The sadness intertwined with that emotion caused me to do what I did next.

I reached across and swept some of his hair out of his eyes, "You'll find it."

"How can you be so sure?" Yuki emphasized, hurt marring his features.

"I can't... but if there's a God out there," I started, shaking my head as I continued, "then he'd never be able to let you keep this expression on your face."

Yuki's eyes widened and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Yun-niichan, Kyon-niichan... are you going to kiss?"

Yuki and I broke away from each other quickly, both standing up at Hanabi's unexpected entrance.

"NO!" We both shouted, earning a sceptical look from Hanabi.

I cleared my throat whilst Yuki replied, "It was nothing! I just had something in my eye and Kyo was getting it out."

Hanabi studied us closely, "That's the oldest excuse in the book Yun-niichan. I'm 6, not 2 but oh well, until next time."

Yuki's shoulders slumped in an indication that Hanabi was probably telling the truth.

"I'd better go now." I said, trying to escape anymore awkward situations.

"But Kyon-niichan, aren't you going to walk me to Onii-chan's work?"

"Hana-chan... I thought I was going to do that." Yuki interjected.

"Well, I want both of you to do it." Hanabi said, staring at us with hopeful eyes.

Yuki looked towards me, biting his bottom lip in what seemed like hope too. I sighed, "Well, come on then, what are we waiting for?"

"Yay!" Hanabi shouted as she moved to gather all of her books.

Yuki made his way over to me, "She really likes you."

"Weird thing, she's known me for about an hour."

"Well she's a good judge of character."

Hanabi made her way pass us and waited outside the classroom. I went to stand next to her, watching Yuki as he closed all the windows inside the room, switched off the lights and locked the door, pocketing the key.

"Off to Onii-chan we go!" Hanabi said, as she grabbed one of each of our hands and pulled us out of the music room.

"Kyon-niichan?"

"Hmm?"

"I want ice-cream."

I watched as Hanabi effectively twisted Kyo around her finger to get exactly what she wanted.

We made a slight detour to the ice-cream shop across the road, all three of us making our way into the shop.

Kyo and I were still holding Hanabi's hands but she let go as she ran up to the freezer keeping all the different flavours. "There are so many! I don't know which one to choose..."

I walked up to the counter, already knowing what kind of flavour I wanted, "One scoop of—"

"Coffee! In a cup!" Hanabi finished.

I laughed, "What she said."

"One scoop of coffee ice-cream in a cup coming up." The worker said and walked towards the freezer to scope a ball of ice-cream up.

I turned to Hanabi, "Have you decided what you want yet?"

"Bubblegum!" She announced happily and I laughed, "One bubblegum for the little lady. Cup or cone?" The man asked.

"Cone."

"Hanabi, manners."

"Please. In a cone, please." Hanabi corrected and the man laughed a bit.

"Coming right up."

I grabbed my coffee ice-cream off of the top of the counter and started eating. My eyes searched around for Kyo. Finding him up against the glass much like Hanabi had been.

I walked over to him. "Have difficulty choosing?" I murmured, half teasingly.

"There are too many flavours." He mumbled in response.

I laughed in response, "You don't have to have them all at once. We can always come again." Kyo looked at me with what seemed like amusement and I realised the meaning behind my words. "You. You can always come back again."

Kyo seemed to make up his mind and told the worker what he wanted. "Turkish Delight please."

"Yun-niichan, Yun-niichan!"

I turned to Hanabi to see her pointing up at the ice-cream she couldn't reach. I picked it up from the holder and handed it to her, walking to the till with Hanabi behind me.

Before I could pay, Kyo stepped in. "Let me get it, she asked me for ice-cream it's only fair."

"But I ordered too."

"You have a tab, remember?"

"That tab's never going to end. I'm going to end up owing you my soul."

"Better me than the devil, right?" Kyo said and this smirk, almost tainted with a hint of fatal and subconscious possession (one I wouldn't mind being entangled in), made its way to Kyo's face.

Right now, I'm not so sure.

It was the day of the party and the band was picking me up in a few minutes. Problem? I still didn't know what to wear.

"Yuki-nii, are you serious? The guys are coming in 5 minutes! It's not like you're meeting a guy there or something! Just put on some damn clothes!" Mimi shouted. I was standing in her room asking her for advice on what to wear whilst she lay on her bed reading a magazine.

"It's a performance, Mimi! I have to look my best." I stated, picking up some of the clothes I had brought to her room and placing them in front of me as I stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room.

"You know Yuki-nii, Aya-nii may be flamboyant and get mistaken for a girl more times than should be seen as healthy but he knows more about fashion than me, regarding men and women, given the fact that it is his profession, why don't you just ask him?" She asked me, raising her eyebrow in question.

"I saw him not too long ago, straddling Hatori on one of the chairs at the kitchen table. I don't think I want to interrupt... that."

I saw Mimi's face cringe in disgust from the mirror. "Seriously? At the table, where we eat our meals? Gosh, have the decency to take it to your room why don't you. Disgusting."

"I completely agree with you but on the other hand they haven't seen each other for 2 weeks. Hatori's been on a business trip."

Mimi nodded, "Still. I bet Ha'ri-nii isn't even out of his suit yet. He only came in, what? 10 minutes ago?"

I nodded my head in agreement as a grin broke out of my face. "I'm sure he hasn't come in yet." I said in mock gossip.

Mimi made fake vomiting sounds, "Gross, Yuki-nii. Who's been teaching you all of this filth?"

I pulled my tongue out at her from the reflection of the mirror and carried on putting different shirts in front of my torso.

Mimi heaved a great sigh, "Okay, let's just get this over with." She stood up from the bed, picking up some clothes which I laid out at the foot of it and made her way next to me, holding the clothes in front of me. "Sorted."

I looked at the ensemble in the mirror. Tight black jeans with a fitting grey t-shirt with the band's name at the back and on the front, the band's image – a side view of a black Pegasus outlined slightly in red with flames surrounding it. Aya-nii had made the entire band different t-shirts with 'Perdi' and our band's symbol and image on it when he was bored one day and we'd made it a habit of wearing the t-shirts for formal gigs. Though when I say formal I mean, gigs where we played at people's parties. The band was quite laid back in regards to what we wore, going very casual because that's what we were comfortable with.

"Those jeans are really fitting, are you sure? It's not saying too much?"

Mimi shrugged, "You were the one who wanted to look good. All I can say is that the crowd will not be looking at you because of your singing."

Would Kyo bother looking too? I blushed at the thought entering my head. "Thanks, Mimi. I am in your debt."

"Hells yeah." she said as she scoffed.

I laughed, putting the clothes on. I turned around away from the mirror once I was fully dressed in order to face Mimi who was once again reclined on her bed with her magazine. "How do I look?"

She gave me a thumbs up without even looking, "Smashing."

"Mimi!"

"What?" She screamed in response, finally lifting her eyes to take a look at me. She 'hmm'ed and told me to do a full turn slowly. By the time I was facing her again she had a grin on her face. "All I can say is that I'm a genius."

The doorbell rang at that precise moment and I quickly grabbed the remaining clothes off of Mimi's bed, running to my room to merely throw the clothes inside without a care and then raced down the stairs, sliding on my socks to the front door.

I opened it, seeing Aki standing alone outside.

"Hey Aki! I'm just going to put my shoes on. Are the rest waiting in the car?"

Aki nodded in response and made his way to the lounge area.

As I was hurriedly making my back to the stairs, I turned to Aki walking backwards, "Oh yes! Whatever you do, don't go into the kitchen. Hatori came back from his trip tonight." I said, as if it explained exactly what was going on.

I vaguely saw Aki blush as I made my way up the stairs 2 at a time and ran to my room, grabbing my shoes and my black jacket as well as my cellphone, wallet and house keys before making my way down the stairs again and stopping at the entrance to put my shoes on.

"Yuki, you look really good today."

I turned surprised eyes to Aki, "Thanks, Aki."

He smiled, "I'm glad you're doing better. Did something good happen with Kyo?"

I blushed in response keeping silent for a long while before I groaned and replied, "Aki... you're way too observant."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, it's not that. I just don't want too many people to know." I opened the door and we made our out and to the car. "I'm not even sure what this thing with Kyo is so I don't want to jinx anything."

"What do you think it could be?"

I shook my head, "I have no idea... I mean, I like spending time with him but I mean, I like spending time with you and the guys too. I think he may just turn out to be a really good friend. I mean, I don't think he could... you know, want anything with me... or anything."

"I think that ther—" Aki's response was interrupted by Sou's impatient bellow from the car. "Come on, guys! My skills can only take us so far!"

Aki sighed and made his way ahead of me, and I felt as if I had missed something really important. I pushed the nagging feeling to the back of my head and made my way to the front seat with Seiji and Aki at the back.

There's no way this can be anything... at all.

We arrived with a few minutes to spare and made our way through the back of the venue.

Kyo met us at the back, ushering us inside.

"Hey guys, you can set up on stage, the curtains are closed. Kazuki doesn't know about you guys yet, the party's started so he's mingling but you guys are his ultimate surprise."

Sou and I nodded in response as Aki and Seiji were already setting things up.

"We'll try and be quiet." Sou said and we made our way to the stage. I turned my head around briefly to see Kyo looking at me weirdly. Was he just checking me out? I turned my head forward again and shook the thought of my head, Yeah right.

I walked up the few stairs leading to the stage from the back and helped set up.

As I was fetching the mic I heard Sou wolf-whistle and turned to see who he was looking at when I saw him looking at me.

I looked at Sou bemused, "What?"

"Yuki, you're looking hot!"

My look changed from confused to blank in a second and I raised an eyebrow, "Seriously, Sou? I hardly doubt your over-exaggeration needed a wolf-whistle."

"No, seriously! Like... hotter than before, don't you think so too guys?"

"I, for one, definitely agree. Is there someone here you're trying to impress?" came Seiji's reply and I blushed at the question.

"No."

"Yuki, you're such a bad liar. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Shut up, Sou! Let's just get this set up, please?"

"Ooh, touchy, I see. Prince Yuki has a crush." Sou sang teasingly.

Thanks to that measly comment I tackled him to the ground without a hint of remorse. Before I could add some serious damage to his body we were pulled apart by Seiji.

"Yuki!" Seiji shouted, well as loud as a shout could be when trying to keep quiet.

"What? He started it!"

"Well be the mature one and let it go. We have a gig to start. Now go apologize."

"Fine, whatever. Sorry, Sou." I said without feeling.

"Apology accepted!" Sou said, with more vigour than was necessary given the fact that I was still slightly irritated.

One day, he'll be missing his favourite appendage. I guarantee you that.

A/N: Okay, so this may be a very arb chapter, but it'll go somewhere I promise!

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