I'm really sorry for the late update. I have no excuses. I'm in my last year so school is my priority at the moment, and I've just been through the busiest period of my life. (how did I survive that? I don't know) Anyhow, that doesn't mean that I will stop this fic or something, I'll really try my best to update as soon as I can. This chapter is a bit shorter, but I felt really guilty for letting you guys wait for so long, so I decided to update as fast as I could. I hope you understand.

Now to the chapter!

CHAPTER 7 REWRITTEN (28/02/2016)

CHAPTER 7:

A kick, a shoe and a phone

"Ponytail."

Rage. Confusion. Doubt. And that last one, only a hint of it, he even refused to believe he felt that way. Sadness, fucking sadness.

That nickname was an echo, drumming like a hammer on the inside of his skull. No one had ever called him that, except her. Up until last night, he had completely forgotten about her. His brothers and him had all moved on, as expected after so many years. Of course, 'moving on' was easier said than done. It was hard to leave a past like that behind you. No, he hadn't just forgotten her. He had forced himself to. What he had seen, those images and the guilt they came with, he had removed them all.

But now, there was this girl in front of him, with the same attitude let alone the looks. He knew this was, without doubt, her. But he refused to believe it.

It was much easier that way.

In his current, somewhat absent-minded state, he still had his grip tightly on her shoulders. It was only seconds later that he felt a striking shot of pain right at that place. Out of reflex, he placed his hands over the spot and shrunk out of pain, groaning as he did.

Hell.

No.

She.

Didn't.

"M-masami-chan!" Eve cried out.

"What?" she said. Yuma looked up, his face now more dangerous than a thunderstorm. The look on her face was stoic, as emotionless as it possibly could ever be, with no sign of the fury he had seen only a moment before. "…Well, he asked for it," came her dry reply. The girl turned her head away from him. "Don't touch me again."

"Ya damn…bitch," groaned Yuma back as the vampire left, with Eve behind her, trying to catch up to her pace. It wasn't that Yuma wouldn't be able to hit back, hell, there wouldn't be anything left of her if he had been done with her. But for some reason, some ridiculously stupid reason, he couldn't. He was completely frozen, it was pathetic to say the least. This wasn't like him at all, he felt almost ashamed for not being able to do anything back and letting her leave like that.

But then again, he couldn't deny what he had seen. Who he had seen. Yuma knew he wasn't the smart type like Ruki was, he wasn't very good with words or that emotional bullshit. But he surely didn't count himself as stupid.

Did he accept the fact that she was here? Maybe.

Did he like the fact that he was here? No, that was almost impossible for him. Not to mention that she pretty much looked like this was the first time she had seen him, and Yuma knew that she wouldn't have forgotten him, right? For crying out loud, he didn't know what to feel about this whole situation. He just wanted to take care of this mission and his garden, that was it. He never asked for this. He didn't want this.

And yet, somewhere deep down, he couldn't help but feel happy, even if only a little bit, that he was able to see that face again.

Masami felt absolutely nothing now. No anger, no fear. He had provoked her to the point that she couldn't even care about the consequences. She just really didn't like to be touched by others. Hell, Masami wasn't very sociable in the first place, the only person she had been in contact with was Ayano, minus some people from her part-time jobs. She was aware she had crossed the line by kneeing him with all the strength she possessed in his…delicate area. Did she regret it?

Hell to the no.

It was the least she could do. That Neanderthal got was he deserved. Hah.

"Masami that was a really dangerous thing you did there! I mean, what if he—" Yui began, before noticing Masami's tired face. "Are you okay, Masami-chan? You don't look so well…"

"Heh? What?" Masami blurred out, reverting back to her more oblivious and loud self. She had no idea how she was able to do that.

The perks of being the not so intelligent friend, who knees far more powerful vampires right in the balls.

"Are you okay? Do you want to go to the nurse's office?" Yui said patiently, worry filling those big, pink eyes.

Masami yawned in reply. "I'm fine, don't worry, really. Just had a bad night. You head to class. I'm going to…eh…the library, I think? I mean, I totally forgot something there…yesterday."

Just slam me in the face for being the most pathetic liar on this planet.

After a few more worried looks from Yui, the girl finally gave in, rushing to her class. Masami on the other hand, still very surprised she got away with that lie (was she getting better at it? Hell yeah, if she was!), was strolling through the hallways on the search for a more quite spot to rest.

And with resting she meant watching something on her phone. Thinking about it, she still hadn't received anything from Ayano, which made her feel…Lonely somehow. Then again, Ayano always left and returned, so it would only be a matter of time.

Ayano was compulsive and unpredictable, but she never lied to Masami. And she always came back.

Always.

Masami took her soap series very serious. In fact, they consumed more than half of her free time, something she was strangely enough not ashamed about. She had been sitting on the roof for half an hour, marathoning the episodes she had on her phone. The school had free wifi for students. It was like finding Atlantis, a beacon of treasure and glory. Last night, in her room in the mansion of the Assholes, she had discovered there was no wifi at all. Luckily the phone signal was somehow decent there, decent enough for her to text and call. But no wifi? How was she supposed to survive that place like that? What was she, a caveman? Did that merciless God want to punish her so badly?

She would in fact, sleep at school if that meant that she could watch her soaps and browse the internet in peace. All reasonable options she had to consider.

"Stupid Alphonse, you shouldn't do that! That's your brother, dear lord. Al, you fool," Masami whispered angrily at the small device in her hands, with her back against the railing and her knees pulled up to her chin, with her jacket serving as a blanket, covering her legs. One of her earbuds was plugged in her ear, with the other one hanging against her chest.

Anyhow, the episode was more than intense, it had been extremely emotional, angst filling the whole atmosphere. Masami didn't focus on anything else. It was only after hearing a loud voice that she was pulled back to reality.

"Hello, again~ Huh, what are you doing?"

Masami had nearly thrown her phone at the intruder.

Nearly.

She couldn't afford losing her phone, her pride, her dearest possession. So instead, she threw her shoe.

"Whoa!" the familiar blonde said surprised as he easily dogged the flying shoe. "You almost hit me there!"

"Don't walk up on people like that!" Masami said, her tone angrier than she wanted it to be.

Shit, I'm getting to emotional again. Calm down.

Calm down.

"He,he. Sorry, sorry for that! I mean, I just wanted to say hi, that's it." The blonde smiled, his eyes turning into small crescent moons as he did with his hair dancing joyfully to the rhythm of the wind.

A boy with the face of a porcelain doll.

That was the face she had seen in a magazine yesterday, one she had found in her suitcase, most likely stolen from the hotel room. She hadn't read the whole interview, just some parts. Apparently, he was some famous singing guy, an idol. It was hard to overlook or forget that face, to be honest. He had a six page spread in the magazine, for Christ sake.

Masami squinted her eyes at him as he sat down next to her, placing her shoe next to her as some kind of peace offer (perhaps? She didn't trust it, really). The girl, with her most platonic face, moved to the end of the railing soon after he had taken his seat, this time with both the earbuds plugged in her ears and her shoe left alone besides the idol.

"Not wanting to sit next to me? Fine, fine! You looked so much nicer earlier, I even thought you were a fan and then you suddenly ditched me!" the blonde exclaimed dramatically. "I mean, I've only been nice up until now... I even gave back the shoe you threw at me!"

Masami turned up the volume, completely locking him out. To hell with the shoe.

"Heh... The Masami I knew never acted like towards me..."

Kou, who felt anger boiling up inside him after being ignored by the one who's attention he wanted most right now. Deciding not to mess up his nice facade for now, he stood up and walked towards her and sat right next to her. Too bad for her that she had chosen to sit in a corner, she had nowhere to go now.

The girl's eyes shifted slightly to the right, meeting the glittering eyes of the boy next to her, along with his charming smile. Masami, who was about to stand up and leave again, this time to the other side of the building, stared in shock at her hands. A particular blonde had ripped her most precious possession away.

"Nice phone, wow! I had one like that too, but I got bored of it," the boy said, scrolling through the contents of the phone. Before Masami even had the chance to get out of her state of shock, the boy stood up and walked away. A devilish smile covered his face.

Masami jumped up. "Hey! Give back, you goddamn…" Masami said, but the boy had already disappeared from her sight. Only seconds after she heard the voice again, right behind her back.

"You have any pictures?"

"Don't you teleport on me, give me my phone back!"

"No can do!" The blonde stuck out his tongue as he twirled around Masami, happily tapping on the screen.

"You…little…"

"Only if you give me your number! See, I already gave you mine. You should be really grateful that you just got the number of a famous idol."

Masami groaned as she saw that she had no chance stealing her own phone away from this THIEF.

"Come on, you're no fun, Mi-chan."

"Don't get so familiar with me, Idol-chan."

"Awh~ But I have an idea! I'll send a text from your phone to mine, and I'll have your number and your phone, how about that?"

"Heh," Masami shot a glare in the blonde's direction, "I don't see what use there is in getting my number while keeping my phone." My phone in your dirty little hands, you THIEF.

The boy laughed. "It's about what you would do for me in order to get it back, Masami-chan~"

Was she going to snap for a second time that day? No, she wasn't. She had already lost her temperament and it was too tiring to go through all of that again. Suppress the thoughts of destroying goldilocks…for now.

Your dignity or your phone, Masami. Make a choice. (I'm not ready for this type of commitment. My phone…he had a bright future right ahead of him. I can't-)

And it was right at that moment that Ayano's voice appeared in her head, like a thunderstorm on a bright day. That one conversation she wouldn't ever be able to forget.

"You want to be strong, right? Well, if you want my valuable advice, if I say so myself, then don't get attached to anything or anyone. You'll lose everything at some point in your life. It doesn't have to happen all at the same time, of course, but it will happen. Slowly, gradually and completely unexpected. I'm not saying that you should go through life not caring about anything. But don't ever get too close to something or someone, because pain will backfire from it, three times harder than you could imagine it to be. Trust me. I would know."

Right. She shouldn't care so much about that device. It was worthless and it put her in a defenseless position at the moment. She couldn't afford that. She had to be strong.

(But you will never be)

(You're still weak, Masami, so weak)

The idol took a few steps towards Masami, with the phone dangerously placed on the palm of his hand, balancing as if it was a plastic toy. "Come on, you want it back right?" Goldilocks said, mischief dripping from the sound of his voice. "What will you do for me return, Mi-chan?"

Masami shrugged. "Nothing."

"I kn- Eh? What?"

"To hell with you. Keep the phone for all I could care."

Immediately after that, Masami had left the roof, one foot only covered with a dirty yellow sock. Unconsciously, she escaped the boiled up rage of the enchanting, two-faced boy.

For now.

"I'll kill her, just wait 'til I get my hands on her, I swear!"

"Yuma, I already told you stop yelling during dinner. Don't make me repeat myself."

Yuma aggressively stabbed the piece of meat on his plate, before stuffing it into his mouth."Tch, fine," he said after swallowing. "But you had to see her. Completely nuts."

"What…Happened? What did she…do?" came the quiet voice from next to Yuma. Azusa looked up curiously as he fixed the bandage on his wrist. "I…Want to see her too…"

Yuma's jaw dropped. He hadn't prepared himself for that question. Not in a million years was he going to tell them that he got kicked by a girl. He'd rather flush his head down the toilet. He had his pride too. "That ain't any of your business, got it!"

"Yuma."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Kou, what is that?" Ruki asked. "Don't use your phone when we're eating."

"Technically, it's not my phone." Kou's lips curled up. "It's Mi-chan's."

"Hah?!" Yuma frowned and leaned over the table to get a glimpse of the device in Kou's hands.

"There are cute pictures of her here! Her and that other one."

"Let me see too…I want to see Masami-san…"

"Wait, let me see, Kou!" Kou moved back right when Yuma tried to steal away the phone. "Dammit Kou, learn how to share!"

"No, it's mine now. She gave it to me, you see."

"Why the hell would she give that thing to you?!"

Kou smirked. "Jealous? Jealous that I got the phone and you only a kick in the groin?"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!"

"Everyone saw~ The whole school has been talking about it, hehe!"

"DAMMIT!"

"Kou, someone's calling," Ruki said as he saw the screen light up in Kou's hand. "Let me answer it."

"Oh, really?" Kou immediately reverted his attention back to the device, away from Yuma. Yuma, at the same time, also fell in silence.

"Ruki picked up and walked away, safe from his curious brother's.

"Awh, come on, I want to know what they're talking about," Kou pouted, but accepted what Ruki did nonetheless. "Wish I had read the name on the screen first, though…"

Not much later, Ruki returned. A calm air surrounded him, or that would be how a normal person would describe it. His brothers on the other hand, knew better. This was not a Ruki you wanted to mess with. The tranquility around him was filled with malignance.

He was furious.

"Kou, give back the phone tomorrow. No word about it anymore."

"Eh? Who was it?" Kou asked, carefully.

"No. Word."

You could hear every brother gulp mentally.

"Understood, Ruki."

EXTRA

Ayato was leaning against the limousine, exceptionally early if he had to say so himself. It wasn't as if Reiji had scolded him –for the millionth time this week –to not make everyone else wait. Tch, as if! He was never late. Everyone else was simply too early, hah.

"Oh, Ayato-kun, hello," Yui said as she walked towards the limo with her grumpy companion trailing behind her.

"Ha! Chichinachi!" Ayato flashed a pride-filled smile.

"Stop being so noisy," Shu said, from his spot on the ground.

"Shuddap! Ore-sama can be as noisy as he wants to!" Ayato gave him a scornful look, before turning back to Yui and noticing Masami behind her right after. He dropped his eyes from her face, to her chest (for a few seconds longer, let's be honest), to her shoes. Correction: one shoe and a bright yellow sock. "Oi, corpse."

Masami wasn't listening.

"Oi, corpse! I was talking to you!"

Masami tilted her head at the boy, almost scornfully, but not quite yet. "What." It wasn't a question.

"Where's your shoe?" Ayato pointed with his chin at her feet. "You look ridiculous!"

Masami stared at him. Long, in complete silence she trailed her eyes from his face to his feet.

Ayato, however, didn't like this. What was she staring at with that empty look on her face? She had guts to do that, dammit.

"What are you looking at, heh?!"

Masami scoffed.

"Heh?"

"Ayato get in the car," Reiji said the minute he arrived with the others. Yui entered first, followed by Shu and then Masami.

"Me ridiculous? He should get himself a mirror, he looks like something I'd draw with my left hand." She had said it quietly, more to herself really, but on the way inside the limousine Shu had heard.

And he couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

So, that was that! I'll try my best to update as soon as I can. (I think I'll keep adding short extra's at every end of a chapter from now on, if you've liked this one. So please tell me your thoughts on it!)

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