Now I'm just trying to catch up ^^
Thanks to Kitty lol =)
and lol, I just wanted to kick his ass xD

For the next week Kouya was always happy. Yamato could help but be happy that she was, but unhappy as to why. All she ever talked about now was Ikuto this and Ikuto that. It was sickening.

Yamato had stopped clinging to Kouya very much, she wasn't exactly sure why but Kouya seemed happy enough without her. She didn't know what to do; Ikuto was taking all of Kouya's time, even if he wasn't there.

But Yamato tried, whenever she did get to be with Kouya she tried to find other things to talk about besides Ikuto. They went shopping once, mainly because Yamato wanted to watch her try on the different outfits.

But still, none of it worked. Getting fed up Yamato wished he's just never existed, but quickly regretted ever thinking such a thing….

About a month after the date Kouya came bursting into Yamato's house while she was watching T.V., tears spilling down her face. Yamato was alert in a second, jumping up and running to her, wrapping her arms around her friend.

"What's wrong?! Kouya!"

Kouya crumbled to the floor and Yamato fell with her, sitting on her knees as Kouya curled up and leaned on her, sobbing.

"H-he ch-ch-" she couldn't speak so Yamato tried to calm her down. Stroking her hair and whispering to hopefully help calm her down she finally lifted Kouya's face and wiped away the tears.

"Kouya, what's wrong? What happened?"

"H-he's cheating one me!" Kouya got out only to start crying again.

"WHAT?!" Yamato's worry instantly turned to rage and hate. How dare he!

"He's been s-sleeping with Akiko a-and only got with me t-to brag to his f-friends that h-he got me l-laid."

Yamato's grip tightened as she stood up, pulling Kouya with her. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," she offered, pushing her anger aside. She'd have to deal with him later, Kouya came first.

She took Kouya upstairs and let her get in the shower to help relax while Yamato got her some clothes. She got Kouya out and let her dress in comfortable sweats and a T-shirt.

"Come lay down." Yamato offered, pulling Kouya to the bed. She pulled back the covers and tucked the other in, leaving and bringing back a cup of hot tea. "Relax, this should help." She said quickly and climbed in beside her.

Kouya had silent tears but when she turned to curl up next to Yamato her sobbing started again. Yamato held her and hummed softly as she let her cry, vowing that Ikuto would pay even if she had to kill him. No one was to hurt Kouya like this… no one.

It was the weekend so Kouya stayed over, being rather somber and quiet, not moving much. Yamato had to practically feed to just to make sure she ate. Kouya didn't get up to do anything but laid in the bed the whole time. Yamato wouldn't leave her side, making sure she was able to sleep and that she was comfortable. She even brought the T.V. upstairs so that she could put on a few of Kouya's favorite movies and shows.

Even though nothing worked to cheer up her friend Yamato kept at comforting her and telling her that everything was going to be ok.

When the door bell rang Yamato was a bit confused but got up, Kouya watching her as she made her way downstairs. When she opened the door her forgotten rage surfaced.

"Is Kouya here?" Ikuto's voice asked, almost like nothing had changed.

"You!" Yamato's anger flared. "You fuckin' bastard!" she yelled, grabbing one of the umbrellas kept by the door in case of rain. She pointed it at him as he backed up. She stepped out, glaring daggers.

"How dare you!"

"Yamat-"

"How could you hurt her like that?! She trusted you! You asshole!"

Ikuto opened his mouth to speak but the umbrella was swung at him and he barely dodged it, the weapon hitting his shoulder.

"Hey! What the hell?!"

"I don't ever want to see your face again you bastard! You hurt her! You fuckin' hurt her! Why?! HOW?! How could you do that."

The umbrella was swung at him again, this time hitting him in the head hard enough to make him stumble. Yamato leaned down and picked up a rock from the lawn and tossed it at him, trying to stab his gut with the end of the umbrella.

"You fuckin' jerk! She did nothing to you!"

"Yama!" Kouya yelled, running out and grabbing Yamato's arm, trying to pull her back.

"No! He hurt you! He made you cry!" Yamato yelled, trying to run at him, throwing the umbrella and picking up another rock, tossing it at his head.

"Yama please!" Kouya tried tugging her back into the house. "He's not worth it, please!"

Yamato had tears in her eyes but let herself be dragged back to the house. The door was shut and locked as Kouya turned to her.

"What were you doing?!"

"He deserves to suffer!"

Both girls had tears in their eyes but Yamato couldn't take it. She wouldn't wait, she wouldn't let anyone else come along and break Kouya's heart. She would protect her.

Moving forward and without warning Yamato held Kouya's face and pressed their lips together. Kouya stumbled back, her back hitting the wall as Yamato pulled away just slightly.

"Remember when I told you I loved you?" she whispered and kissed her again.

Kouya's legs crumbled and she slid down to the floor, Yamato following. When they were on the floor Yamato wrapped her arms around Kouya and pressed her face into the other's shoulder.

"He deserves to suffer…. For hurting you like he did…."

Kouya didn't speak but shut her eyes tightly, wrapping her arms around Yamato and hugging her tightly.

It wasn't much, but it was enough for Yamato, at least now things could move into the right direction.