I know, I know, kill me! I deserve it! I also deserve your mean comments and insults on how terrible I am for making you guys wait! I'm sorry! But here it is. AND I've been working on something else, kind of. So I'm excited for that. I hope you guys will be, too! Don't forget to review, because I love them, and I won't write anymore if you don't!

Yamato

"I need to go home."

"You are home."

"No, I need to back to Canada."

"Why?" I can hear the heartbreak in his voice, and a stab shoots through my heart.

"There's just some stuff I need to do there still."

"Are you coming back?" I don't answer, because I don't know the answer.

"Matt?"

"I'm gonna try," Is all I can give him.

"When're you leaving?"

"Tomorrow, once mum and dad go to work. Don't say anything."

"What if I do?"

"Then I go sooner." I see the pain in my baby brothers eyes. There is no promise to return, and it scares him. His mouth opens a few times and he just closes it. I turn to walk away from him, go back to my own room.

"You'll call right?" I can hardly hear him. I shrug.

"I don't know if I'll be allowed." I return, just as quiet. I climb into my bed, and lay awake for a long time. I don't even remember if I actually fell asleep or not. I just know it was dark, and then it wasn't. My bags are already packed, and hidden away. Waiting for when Vincent will show up to get me. Parents are already gone. T.K's still here though, and I don't think he plans on leaving.

"Go to school." I tell him as I come into the kitchen.

"Go to hell." He snaps back. My eyebrow shoots up.

"Consider this fair warning: I always win the asshole game." I tell him as I sit. He ignores me. I watch as he eats in silence. He gets up, dumps his bowl in the sink, and leaves. Not a word, or a glance. I almost want to follow him, to make sure he makes it to school. However, I know that's where he's going somehow, and I know he'll make it there, just because I asked him to. I glance absently at the time. I'm nervous. Being away from T.K and Baby after being with them for almost a year will probably do some damage. It's the longest I've ever stayed with anyone. Or anything. I don't normally waste my time on things, because they always change. People change, animals die. I hear car wheels turn onto gravel, and almost decide to write my 'family' a letter. Just to let them know I'm safe, but there's no time. I grab my bag, kiss Baby on the head.

"Be good, okay? Take care of T.K for me, alright?" I whisper to her. She licks my cheek and my eyes water, I fight it, and it's gone. I open the door to Vincent's raised hand.

"I don't think you should go." He says as I step past him.

"I have to."

"Why not go here, instead? You'll be closer.." The thought had never occurred to me, but even if I did, what would be the point?

"Why?"

"I look into it, Matt, you're allowed to see your family once a week."

"..I don't see the point."

"Matt, do something for yourself. I'm not taking you all the way back to Canada for therapy, kay? If you really wanna go, you can go here." Give Vincent a dirty look. He shrugs.

"Final, take it or leave it." Vincent goes and sits in the car so I can think things over. I don't want to give in, because I'm sure I could pull enough strings to get myself back to Canada. Only, I don't really want to go all the way there. And Vincent knows it. I climb into the front seat of his car.

"Fine.. Only I don't want to see them, and I don't want them to know I'm here." At first, Vincent looks like he's going to reject it, but then he doesn't.

"Okay. Can I come and visit?"

"If you feel you need to, I guess." Vincent starts the car, and I feel the exact same way I did the first day he brought me here. Alone and distant. As we pull out of the drive way, Baby pops into a window and my eyes get blurry with tears again. They don't fall, but I don't wipe them away, either.


Takeru

Although I know better, I half expect Matt to be at home when I get back from school. When I open the door, Baby bounds out, and flies to the grass. I walk around the house with her once, then we go back inside. I walk up the stairs and his doors closed. I open it, and Baby bounds onto his bed, and lays down, whining. She knows that he isn't coming back anytime soon.

"Come, Baby." I whisper. She jumps down and comes out to the door, sitting at my feet. I shut the door, and go to my room, and Baby follows me. She lays down at the foot of my bed, on the ground, and looks up at me, ears perked. It confuses me, this is the way she treats Matt, not me. I await the time my parents get home, knowing they will question me, and not believe me. Especially my father he never takes my side for anything. It will be all my fault. Just like before. Stupid Matt, leaving me to deal with this by myself. It figures, finally someone to help me, and they leave. I hear the first car pull into the drive way. I try to come up with a story. A lie, a...something. The door opens. My mothers voice.

"Matt, T.K?" I go to the top of the stairs.

"Matt's not home yet, mom, just me."

"How was our day sweetie?"

"Alright, I guess." Which is a lie. A complete lie. There where lots of fights, even more times when I wanted to hit something, or rather, someone. I come down the steps slowly, and follow my mom into the kitchen, then the dining room. When the second car pulls into the drive way, a shiver goes through me. That's when my mom realizes what time it is.

"Matt's not back yet?" She asks, panic in her voice. I shrug.

"I didn't hear him.." The front door opens, and the phone rings at the same time. My mother grabs it.

"Matt?" My mother stays quiet.

"Where are you? How could you just take off?" The anger is slipping into her tone.

"Matt? Matt, are you there?" She hangs the phone up, and tears spill down her cheeks.

"What's going on, where is he?" My father snaps.

"I don't know. He just said he was safe, and not to worry."

"T.K, go to bed." My father says in his "Don't fight with me or you'll regret it tone." I get up and head for the stairs, I can hear the heated voices follow me up the steps. I ignore them, if Matt says he's safe, I want to believe him. I climb into my bed still dressed, and jump when Baby joins me. She lays down beside me, and I wrap my arms around her. She snuggles against my chest, and it comforts me, because at least if she's her, I know my brother is real.