Masumi sighed and pulled in the parking lot. Bankotsu told her everything she wasn't supposed to do, which included staying away from this side of the city, but she was simply meeting a few friends. She locked the doors on her rent-a-car, with hers still in the shop, and walked inside the small diner.

Nobody was there yet and she sighed. She sat at a table beside the window and stared blankly at it. The thoughts of a child flooded her mind.

She assured Jakotsu she would tell Bankotsu, but when she was ready. Part of her wanted to tell Hiten, the other part was scared of how he'd react. She watched the cars go by with a bored expression and felt tears coming back. She glanced up the street for any sign of any friends and her eyes got wide when she saw who was on the corner, proudly counting money.

Hiten.

She sunk down in her seat and looked for a way out. She didn't want Bankotsu angrier than she knew he'd be. Her eyes got wide when she watched him walk inside the diner. Why did this need to happen to her?

He glanced around and smirked when he saw her. He paced for the table and she frowned, deciding to a quick conversation wouldn't hurt.

"Hey there, beautiful." He pecked her cheek and sat beside her at the booth, causing her to scoot away.

"Hiten…I'm not supposed to see you…" She whispered.

"Then why are you on my turf?"

"I was meeting somebody and…" She started.

"This somebody wouldn't happen to be a guy….would it?" He cut her off and she glared.

"It wouldn't make a difference because I'm not with you." She whispered.

"Don't play games with me." He retorted. "Is it or is it not a guy? Is it a date?" He snarled and she shrunk back a little.

"N-no….just a few friends." She whispered and he smiled.

"Good…why here?"

"They live around here…" She shrugged. Her phone vibrated and she jumped.

"New phone?" He acknowledged and she nervously nodded. She bit her bottom lip as she read the text.

"They can't make it." She tucked it away and waited for him to move.

"What were you going to do?" He asked casually.

"Nothing." She answered quickly and he slid closer.

"Come on now, Masumi, you said it wasn't a guy so nothing that personal could've been planned." He eyed her skeptically.

"We weren't sure yet." She shrugged, now nervous.

"What were you deciding on?"

"Lunch….bowling….movie, shopping…" She listed.

"I could be a replacement." He offered.

"No…I can't…" She whispered.

"We still need to talk about what you told me."

"What?" She blinked.

"Late, late." He reminded and her face got hot, unsure of what to say.

"I…..started. Last week." She lied, unsure of why she felt the need to.

"So…no surprises?" He smiled and she nodded and looked to her lap. "I'll do anything you want….you can be my princess." He whispered and playfully kissed her neck, causing her to giggle.

"Stop." She pushed him off and frowned.

"Just today….then I'll be done….pinky promise." He held out his pinky and she blushed.

"No, Hiten…"

"I just want to spend one harmless day with you…" He frowned and smirked. He placed is hand in front of her chest and lifted the two pendants that were on the single chain she wore. The four-star pendant and the small row of diamonds. "You still care…" He leaned forward and nipped at her ear gently.

"No….it doesn't matter….I can't be near you!" She went to crawl over his lap but he grabbed her waist.

"Masumi…please….I won't try anything…" He softly stroked her cheek and she flinched.

"You always say that…" She whispered.

"I swear it…" He mumbled. "Anything you want."

"Do you bowl?" She faintly smiled.

-

"These are some ugly ass clown shoes." Hiten scrunched his nose and she smiled.

"No, they're called bowling shoes." She nudged him and he smiled.

"You do this often?" He sat down and she picked up a ball.

"When I was younger….you?"

"I have better things to do than offend my feet." He smirked. "Wait…lets make it interesting." He placed his hand on her hip to stop her from going out. She frowned.

"No sex…" She whispered.

"I know…if I win, I want to spend the rest of the day with you." He smiled.

"Fine….if I win…" She frowned. She wanted to stay with him but she knew it wasn't right to.

"You can decide later…get your ass out there." He smiled and lightly tapped her. She blushed and went out. He watched, having bowled seldom, and growled when she knocked down all ten pins. A strike marked the scoreboard and she smiled and embraced him.

"I'm gunna win." She teased and he gently pecked her lips.

"We'll see." He smiled and picked up the ball. He sighed and went turn his foot, only he slipped and wiped out. The ball went straight into the gutter and he heard a giggle as he quickly jumped to his feet, embarrassed.

"Whoo!" She cheered from her seat and he flipped her off. "Go again." She smiled and he angrily grabbed the ball. He swung it out and it went straight down the middle, without wiping out and making an ass of himself.

"Hah!" He laughed and then, at the last minute, the ball curved ultimately knocking down one pin. He snarled. "Fuck this game!" He plopped in the seat beside her and she pecked his cheek.

"You did good for an amateur." She teased and he glared through the corner of his eyes.

"Screw off." He watched her pick up her ball and quickly roll it out.

Strike.

He growled and she smiled and jumped up and down. She sat beside him and taunted with her proud smile.

"I need a good luck kiss." He smirked and she blushed.

"Just one."

"Fine." He agreed. She softly pressed her lips against his and he slid his tongue in her mouth. Her eyes got wide as he slid one hand down her back and under her jeans. He gave a squeeze and she yelped. He pulled away and smirked smugly. She crossed her arms and sunk down in her seat, no longer smiling.

He frowned, now feeling guilty, and went up. He got two gutter balls and snarled. He sat away from her and childishly crossed his arms. She rolled her eyes and picked up her ball. She stood in front of the lane and he smirked.

He snuck behind her as she went out and grabbed her ribs to tickle her. She laughed and dropped the ball.

"Hah, hah." He teased and she smiled over her shoulder at him.

"Cheater!' She called.

"Me? No." He scoffed.

"Lying cheater." She smiled.

"You wish."

-

"So…..287 to 39…" Masumi smiled as she slipped on her heels.

"I think the lane was rigged." He muttered.

"How can they do that?" She smiled and he shrugged.

"Never know…so, a fair bet is a fair bet….what do you want, princess?" He smiled.

"I want…" She bit her bottom lip and saw him frowned. "I want to spend the rest of my day with you." She smiled and his eyes lit up.

"Fair is fair."

-

"Watch where you walk." Masumi frowned as they walked inside her house and over the furniture that was in the process of being either thrown out or packed.

"Where are you moving to?" He asked as he followed her up the stairs.

"I…can't tell you that." She frowned and walked in her room. Her half-filled suitcase laid on her bed. "Oh, you know what you can do?" She smiled as he shut the door.

"Fuck?" He asked happily and she pouted. "Right….sorry…." He looked to his feet. She pulled out red nail polish. "No, no, no."

"Whatever I want…" She reminded. "I need my toes done."

"You can…"

"Please?" She wrapped her arms around his neck. He rolled his eyes and sat at the foot of the bed. She smiled and crawled to the top. She laid down and he placed her foot on his lap. He frowned and slowly painted each toe. She giggled at the tickle occasionally and he glared up at her, not wanting to mess up.

He quickly finished and kissed the top of her foot. She sat up and offered his hands, which he gently pushed away.

"Finish packing." He whispered and she sighed. "I'll do them later."

"You would make a good gay guy." She smiled and slipped off the bed.

"What did you just say?"

"You're really good with nails." She shrugged. He growled and started going through her suitcase.

"Hm….if I'm gay maybe you could wear this for me." He asked and she looked over to him. Her face got hot when she saw a red, lace thong being held in the air.

"Hiten!" She lunged at him and laid on top as he held the thing above his head and out of her reach.

"You want it?" He laughed.

"Give it back!" She whined and he smirked.

"Say please."

"Please!"

"Please what?" He smiled and stretched his arm.

"Please give it back."

"What? The thong?" He tormented.

"Yes! Please give the thong back!" She complained.

"Please give me a kiss?" He pouted and she glared. He flipped her below him and softly kissed her neck. "I won't touch you….don't worry…" He whispered and a tear streamed down her face. "Masumi…" He stroked her bangs. 'I said I won't…"

"I know…I-I just…." She stammered as tears streamed down her face.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm….I'm sorry…" She whimpered.

"For what?" He blinked.

"I-I lied b-before." She wrapped her arms around his shoulder.

"About what?"

"I am….I'm pregnant." She whispered in a barely audible voice.

"Masumi…."

"I'm sorry…don't leave…" She whispered and his frown deepened. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and sat beside her. She slowly eased herself up and wiped away her tears. He pulled her on his lap and pulled out a four carrot, diamond ring and she gasped.

"Will you marry me?" He whispered.