Ryouga dropped down onto one of the leather couches in my living room, arms crossed and eyes shut in thought. He wore his black biker jacket, a worn blue t-shirt underneath, and blue jeans—some odd attire for someone becoming a lawyer. I smiled stiffly as I held a cup of hot chocolate in my hands; the steam rose into my face and opened up my slightly stuffed nose. Rio was on the couch opposite her brother, legs up on the coffee table. The twins appeared stressed, but not as much as I was at this very moment.

"So," the violet-haired kid spoke up, opening his cobalt eyes to gaze at me solemnly, "You want to emancipate yourself because your father is dying and in order to keep yourself here." Uncrossing his arms, he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "Do you have a green card yet? You'll need that once we get this plan on a roll."

I nodded. "My father and I set that up when we got here." Clearing my throat, I sat down on the floor, legs crossed.

We had planned to stay the entire day of Sunday at my house,and Rio had dragged her brother here at about four in the afternoon. Thank god she had; I didn't have the guts to go outside my house right now, especially in my condition. My emotions were completely fried as of late and I had absolutely no idea what to do now, except for the one plan I had been able to conjure up, even though I was slowly beginning to back out of it.

I chewed on one of the marshmallows in the hot chocolate in thought as Ryouga took to opening his bag and pulling his laptop out. As he connected it, Rio came over to me and knelt beside me, caressing my thigh. The look in her crimson eyes was easy to decipher, and I nodded slowly in answer to her unspoken question.

"Alright," Ryouga said to catch my attention, opening up his laptop profile and going into Google Chrome. "Emancipation is a difficult process. Do you know which way you're going to emancipate yourself? Or do you want me to tell you what your options are?"

"Um, I already have a plan." Standing awkwardly, I went over to the velvet box I had dug out of the basement storage earlier. I flipped it open to show the violet-haired idiot the golden piece of jewelry inside, and his jaw dropped slightly.

"Can I ask as to who you're going to ask to do this for you?" Ryouga turned his attention to his laptop, typing some stuff down—I couldn't see what he was typing due to the computer being turned away.

"Droite," I stated simply, and he choked in response.

After catching his breath, Ryouga glared at me, but I could see his concern behind that façade. "Kai, you know what that means, don't you? You'll be stuck with her for the rest of your life—not to mention the absolute difficulty of trying to get her parents to agree to that, you know."

In my sweats and tank top and scarf (Rio had given me the scarf), I stood there, holding the damned piece of jewelry and gritting my teeth. Everyone—EVERYONE—was questioning my judgment. Was this what Juliet felt like when she fell in love with Romeo? Ah fuck, I'm beginning to think like a person in love—and maybe I was. It wasn't a long shot, to be sure, but still. I'd only met Droite a few days ago and I was already attached to her.

Then I really thought about it. The incident at the party, on top of the way I had rejected her like that, was likely to make our relationship strained. I remembered the hurt and confused look she had given me, her hazed orange eyes filling with tears, as I had turned tail and run from her. We did indeed go too far, but I didn't need to shove her away as I had. Again, my vision became blurred, and I pressed the lower half of my face into the light blue fabric.

"Oh sweetie, come here." Rio's arms suddenly encased me and I fell into her again; I realized how much I had lost control of my emotions, and honestly, I was becoming afraid of what would happen if this cycle kept going. No matter how hard I tried to act tough and quiet, my pain would tear me up from the inside and kill my heart.

The tears came fast and hard. I just hid myself in Rio and listened to her heart thud against her ribcage in order to calm myself. It worked, and after a few minutes, I managed to peel myself from her, still holding my cup of hot chocolate. Shakily, I took a sip of it, and let my gaze drift to Ryouga, who had seemed to soften slightly at seeing me in such a broken state.

"Now this way of emancipation doesn't require a court to get involved," he explained to me, coming over with laptop in hand to show me the information on what I was planning on doing. "However, you need permission from both sets of parents."

"Ah." I put my cup down on the coffee table and thought. "I have an idea, and considering my frame, it would work."

"What, make yourself look like a guy in order to try and snatch Droite from her parents—with their permission of course?" Rio snickered, bringing a hand to her lips to hide the noise. I rolled my eyes at her.

"Exactly what I was thinking, although not so… weirdly told." Swallowing hard, I steeled myself and brought my phone out of its confinement in my pocket, typing down the one number that would probably kill me eventually.

…

When the doorbell rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I mean, it was nearly eight in the evening and you never know, some creepy person could be outside, waiting to come inside somebody's house and steal their things. You just don't know with California—or America in general. Rio yawned, getting off the staircase, since we had decided to plop our asses down on the stairs for some reason, and stumbling over to the front door. I hid myself in the shadows as she greeted our best friend and allowed her inside. Breathing deeply, I stood up off the stairs and slowly made my way down, wincing slightly as light form the living room lamp made its way into my eyes.

But then, that didn't matter.

Droite's orange gaze was on mine as soon as I had entered, and immediately, I saw the look of sadness overcome the depths of her eyes. I stared at her without saying anything, and the twins in the room looked at us awkwardly, as if wondering what to say.

There was nothing to say, at all. Tears once again rose to my lashes (gosh, I was getting tired of being all emotional) and I sprung forward, falling into the embrace of the girl that I—

Yes. Loved. I loved her.

"I'm sorry," I moaned in her chest, feeling her encase me in a protective hug. "I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you. I'm sorry—"

"Shh, Kai, it's okay." Her voice made me stop shaking, my tears stuck on the ends of my lashes. Her hands rubbed up and down my back, calming me. "I should be the one apologizing—I pushed you too far and I knew that. I understand if you don't like me anymore."

I choked at hearing that, and I pulled away enough to look her in the eyes. "No, no Droite, I can't hate you like that. I can't. You mean too much to me and—" I shut up before I told her how I felt about her, a blush creeping up my face. I had evidently shocked her, for she loosened her grip on me slightly and her expression faltered—she knew exactly what I was hinting at and suddenly it didn't matter that we were both women or that we had known each other for only a small amount of time. Without giving a rat's ass about who saw, I raised myself up on my tip-toes and pressed my lips to hers, sending a clear message that I wanted much, much more than just a simple friendship.

I was dimly aware of Rio and Ryouga making shocked noises in the background, but I just held onto Droite like I never wanted to let go. She wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, holding me as our lips moved against each other.

After we had pulled away from the other, Droite winked at me seductively before asking, "So, what did you want me over here for? Or was this some kind of booty call, hm?"

Blushing heavily at the deeper meaning to that—and turning even redder as my mind somehow made that statement dirty—I coughed awkwardly and directed her to the male Kamishiro's laptop, which now sat on the sofa beside its owner. It still had the internet document pulled up, and as soon as she saw what I had planned, she gazed over at me with a raised eyebrow.

"My father is, um, dying," I explained slowly, leaving her side to go find the little velvet box, which lay hidden underneath a tissue beside my keys. "And I don't want to go back to Japan. So I…" Pausing, I gripped the box and held it out without opening it. "This is sudden but my dad only has a few days to live."

Droite narrowed her eyes before coming forward and placing her hands on my shoulders. "Kai, are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" she inquired, and I met her gaze. "For one, we'll have to come up with a plan to keep my parents from rejecting you—and even though I love the idea, it's a big commitment and I'm not sure that you can handle such a responsibility with the state you're in. Adoption is another choice, but this one—it's a bit brash."

I thought about her words for a moment. This was indeed crazy, crazier than I had ever thought it could be. Fast-forwarding in my mind, I saw myself in the future alongside this girl, and all the possible outcomes from it. Would we be happy? Sad? Miserable due to missed opportunities? I didn't know and I didn't want to know in fear that I'd not want to go through with it all. After a few more moments, I nodded without answering, and she smiled.

She took the small box from my hands and opened it, taking out the ring that was inside and sliding it onto her ring finger. "Then yes, I'll give you my hand in marriage."

…

I nervously twiddled with my thumbs as I sat on my bed, listening to Droite finish up in the bathroom out in the hall. I was wearing my nightgown, the only one I had. It was a dark blue and only went down to halfway down my thighs. I felt over-exposed but I had nothing to fear—at least, I shouldn't, with the protection of this woman that was now my fiancée. Shuddering, I decided to hide myself in the covers, burying my face into a pillow. I blushed in realization that she would be able to see the marks on my skin—the marks she had made.

A sigh echoed through the room, making Galaxy chirp happily at seeing Droite enter the room once more, in a pair of boy shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She sat down on the bed beside me, pulling her knees up to her chest as she leaned back against the headboard. As our eyes met, she smiled gently at me and ran her soft fingertips down my cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair out of my eyes.

"You know what I just realized?" she inquired, taking interest in Galaxy, who was drinking water.

"What?" I responded.

"That we need to explain this all to Gauche and the others." Her expression turned solemn. "We might have to keep it from Gauche, though. Mizael and the others will be ecstatic."

"Gauche'll hate me." Rolling over to face the blackout curtains, I sighed to myself. "He loves you and that's clear. He won't be happy with me taking his girl."

"He already isn't happy with the fact that I tried hooking up with you at the party." I heard the shuffling of blankets before I felt a warm form press itself to me. I shivered and turned over again, tucking myself into her arms. "But who cares? He's a moron."

After a few moments of silence, Droite's lips were on mine and she had me on my back underneath her. I groaned, feeling nervous now that I was sober, but I kissed back and allowed her to push her tongue into my mouth. Her pelvis fit in between my thighs perfectly, and she pressed down against me, moaning my name against my mouth.

I held onto her hair, my internal temperature rising faster and faster with each moment that passed. I managed to dominate her in a tongue battle and I was exploring her mouth as soon as I'd won; she tasted faintly of mint, probably from the toothpaste I had given to her to use. Her hands ran down my non-existent curves, massaging my legs and hipbones as she pushed her hips down into mine. I desperately clung to her, digging my nails into her back.

"I need to see you, just once, please," she whispered into my ear, tugging on the lobe gently with her teeth. I paused in stride at what she said, shaking slightly from the idea. But we were going to be married soon—or whatever—so I guess it was alright… After I had nodded, giving her the go-ahead, her hands made their way up my nightgown and pulled it off of me—with some assistance, of course.

I lay there, shivering in the cold in only my bra and panties. My hair was splayed out on the pillow behind me, and as she looked down at me with her hazy orange eyes, I felt like an angel in her eyes. Suddenly she repositioned herself, still lavishing me with her gaze, and then I felt her knee come up between my legs, pressing hard against my center.

A moan elicited itself from me and I clutched the sheets, enjoying the small amount of painful pleasure that had arisen from that moment's contact. Droite smirked and kissed me hard, locking her hands on my hips and forcing me to grind into her leg. I squirmed under her grip, the sensations nearly too much for me to handle, heat seemingly boiling inside my stomach.

My breath got heavier and heavier the more she thrust herself against me, grinding hard into my center. Sweat was coating my skin and I kissed her desperately, the heat growing within me quicker with each passing second. Soon I was moving my body in coordination with how she was shifting her leg, squirming and trying to keep myself from pulling away in nervousness.

Our lips met again, her tongue owning mine and exploring my mouth with newfound fervor. I moaned, clutching her shoulders tightly, feeling my body reaching some kind of endpoint—or at least, that's what it felt like. Arching, I yanked my lips away from hers and cried out, all my nerves seeming to fire at one time. Thrusting my hips forward, I breathed heavily through the overload of pleasure, blinking slowly as my world came back into focus.

And focus it did.

Blushing, I gazed at Droite, who was smiling down at me with a bit of a flush to her pale skin. I swallowed, realizing how naked I felt, and pulled my knees together and up to my chest. Confusion laced through my brain as I thought over what just happened.

"What was that?" I asked innocently, looking up through my teal bangs. Droite blinked, tilting her head.

"What, never had an orgasm before?" she inquired, sounding like she honestly didn't know that. I shook my head; I'd never taken to pleasuring myself before and… well…. Yeah.

"Ha, explains why you reacted so intensely to it." Sidling off of me, she drew me up against her, kissing my neck gently. "My way of apologizing, I guess."

"It was… nice." Shutting my eyes, feeling the sudden exhaustion in my body, I let my head drop to the pillow.

And then Galaxy whistled.

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