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Chapter 4

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Yuuki was listening to Canon in D through her iPod. She was dead to the world as it was and alive to the one in the arena. Dressage, precision, trying to let things flow whilst still maintaining control had always been a problem in her life. Bonding to that extent had only happened twice, and it wasn't with Zero. It seemed that the men in her life always had a plan for her and were willing to manipulate the person they were supposed to love for their own gain.

Zero below her, the only control she had in her life came from the very thing she didn't possess.

The song ended and Yuuki looked up to see a man, the manger of the academy, waving at her from the stands. The girl unplugged herself.

"YOU HAVE A VISATOR!" The stout, balding fellow bellowed.

Yuuki liked him; he had a very strange sense of humour. "VISITING HOURS ARE OVER!" She called back.

She could see her manager drop his head a chuckle before waving a hand, dismissing her statement as rubbish. "I'll send him to your dorm."

"WHAT?"

"HE'LL BE AT YOUR DORM!"

Yuuki rode over to the stands, her throat hurt. "Don't send men to my dorm. Send him to the stables." Pause. "Who is it?"

The man shrugged. "No idea. I asked if he was family and his response was somewhat confusing."

"Oh." Apprehension flooded over the girl.

"Do you still want to see him?"

Yuuki blinked and nodded, smiling her uncertainty away. "Yes."

He had come. He wanted to see her. He wanted her.

Yuuki was carrying her saddle to the tack room when her father entered the stables. He stood and watched her go about her business, impressed almost at how she seemed to be running the happenings of the centre. Yuuki was leaning over a stall, talking to a man about twenty years her senior who wanted her opinion on his new saddle.

"I'd pad it, just a bit. The space under the withers is a tad too much and it's sitting a little too flat on the back."

The man looked at the saddle a second time; the problems were hardly noticeable but would prove uncomfortable for him in the future. "I hadn't even noticed. The saddle maker said it was good."

"It is good." The girl smiled at him. "But it can be even better."

"Thanks Yuuki." The man let her leave as she shifted the weight of her saddle as it rested heavily on her arm.

"Anytime." She hesitated and turned back to him. "You going to that...uh...lecture thing...tomorrow?"

"Uh...nah, probably not. Heard it all before, how can this time around be so different to last? Those things are really for the newies."

"Awesome. I'm going to put this down and I will see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Yuuki."

The girl disappeared through the door next to the stall and re-emerged with free hands. She looked up and saw her father standing there. He was leaning on one jean clad leg, his thumbs through the belt hooks, smiling softly. Yuuki walked over to him, demanding that the butterflies in her stomach settle down.

She was wanted. He had come. He cared. He needed her.

"Hi." Her voice was soft.

"Hey kiddo. Got some good friends there. What's he? Three times gold?"

"Four."

"Huh."

There was a long silence.

"Do you need something?"

Shang Cunxin stood upright and crossed his arms. "I need you, Yuuki."

Her heart sped up. She had needed to hear those words from someone, anyone, and finally she had.

"Why?" She replied.

Her father started walking away, motioning for her to follow. "Because, I messed up as a dad. I blamed things on you that weren't you fault. I pushed you to hard."

Yuuki followed and paused at her dorm. "It was hard on all of us, with mom...I understand."

"Good girl." He watched as she unlocked her room. "Look, I was wondering if...maybe...you wanted to come to dinner tonight? Mako's at home, it was really his idea. Um...we could, try this again?"

"Um." The girl pulled her boots off and banged them on the concrete outside to get the mud off them. "I guess."

Inside she was over the moon. The night things had gone wrong, the night he had called her, she realised that she had two people in her life to lose. One she thought she had already lost, but if he wanted her back then she was prepared to take that. Yuuki was prepared to be loved after living in such an arid emotional climate for so long. She needed to feel something more than angst. She needed to know that things could be reversed, turned around, healed. Even after her moment with Kyoya, the girl had been unsure of the possibility. Of course she wanted him back, but just like the Ootori had, she decided to leave the door open for two good things and hope it would blend into one.

"Good." Shang nodded. "I'll go outside and call your brother and tell him.

"I'm going to shower and get dressed. I can't be gone to late though."

"No, no. Of course." Her father ducked outside.

Half an hour later, they were in a brand new Jeep, hurtling down the highway towards the mountains. It was an hour and a half to her old home and Yuuki spent the time listening to her father talk of his new enterprise; training elite horses.

"It's really great, Yuuki. We get a bucket load of money for it."

"And you like horses." She replied.

There was a short, unnoticeable pause as Shang's face displayed an odd emotion for a second. "Yes." Pause. "Your mom would be so proud."

"Yeah." Yuuki looked out the windscreen. She would have been proud of him.

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The house was the same. High ceilings, mahogany floors, white wash walls.

"And I thought I was the one who cleaned up around here." Yuuki said, running a hand along a picture frame.

"Yes, well, we had to hire someone."

"That makes sense." It was awkward between them, so many unsaid things that should be told but were hesitated on.

"MAKO!"

Yuuki cringed as her father yelled through the house, something yellow caught her eye.

Kira.

The girl held up the post it. "What does Kira mean?"

Shang Cunxin's eyes went wide. "Kira is Mako's girlfriend. She lives here now."

"Why do you look so...shocked?"

"Because, she only lived here because she was pregnant and as such, cast out by her family."

"Oh."

"Looks like you're about to be an aunt. She was about ready to burst anyway."

That was a nice way of putting it. Yuuki stared at the note. "How much have I missed?"

"Three years."

There was a silence. The girl wondered why it had hurt so much to be apart from Kyoya for one year and so little from her father for three. Their discrepancies had been almost equal; both had used her. One she struggled to live without.

"Uh..." The man looked around the house. "I guess that means dinner is on hiatus."

"We can order something?"

"Like what? Nothing comes out here." There was an edge of annoyance to his voice.

Yuuki remembered something, just off the edge of her memory. "Well, we can look in the kitchen?" She suggested.

Her father grunted and led the way. The kitchen sparse on actual food supplies.

"We can do...um...." Yuuki stared at the fridge. "hm...." She moved to the pantry. "Noodles. We can do noodles."

"Want some wine?" Her father asked, leaning against the counter as she boiled some water. He had already poured himself a glass.

"Oh, no. I'm not old enough yet."

"When are you old enough?"

"September." She wondered why he didn't know that.

Shang shrugged and opened the packet she threw at him. "I'm so glad you're talking to me. And that your here."

Yuuki turned and smiled at him. "Yeah, me too."

And she was. Parts of her old self were clicking back together, knitting her broken soul back into place with the fundamentals. However, she wondered why her father looked on edge. Sure, it was strange for both of them, something to be anxious about, but nothing to cause great distress. They were making up, surely that deserved some form of ease or a sign of happiness.

Dinner passed quickly and the pair moved into the lounge. Yuuki went straight for a leather covered photo album that sat on the coffee table.

"This looks familiar." She sat down next to her father. The book had words stitched in gold on its cover.

In honour of Cara Cunxin, 1957-1993: a journey.

Yuuki smiled, feeling somewhat melancholy. "Do you think she would be upset at what happened...with us?"

"Probably." Her father replied, he was more closed than she was and had been all night. Yuuki had tried to reconnect with him, but a gap that had formed at six and spread over almost twelve years was hard to mend.

The girl opened the cover and was greeted by the smiling face of her mother.

"Hey, Yuuki?" Shang quipped as he set his wine glass on the table.

"Yes." She didn't take her eyes from her mothers.

"What would you say to...uh...talking to the press?"

"About what?"

"About what happened."

"Um...what would I say?"

"That your old man is a good man."

Yuuki felt uneasy all of a sudden. "Why?"

"Because you saying I wasn't severely damaged our international relations."

"You weren't good back then though, dad." She looked at him. "You might have changed, but I can't lie."

Her father's face flashed an emotion she didn't catch. Yuuki looked back at the album, the next few photos were of her mother as a child, smiling sweetly at the camera. There were no tears from the girl, just soft, nostalgic smiles.

"I'm sorry I was like that." The man said. "Could you at least try to remedy the situation?"

"Besides the media?"

"You could join the Cunxin group again, obviously not as an heir..."

"Why not as an heir?" Didn't he want her back as a daughter?

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you're not my legal daughter anymore."

"That can be fixed."

"It would be better if you were a business partner."

Yuuki stiffened. "Is that why I'm here?"

"Why did you think you were here?"

The girl stared at her father. "Because...I thought you wanted me back, as your child."

His words were flat, hard, like a million negative emotions tied through one voice. "Yuuki...I lost you as a child the day you let your mother ride in front of that truck."

The words pierced straight through her. "I'm confused."

Shang leant back in his chair. "You think I was sorry for divorcing you? No, I don't mind that. Sorry I offended you? Yes, of course. It was incredibly bad for business. Almost had to declare bankruptcy."

The girl closed the photo album. "I don't believe it."

The pieces of her that were coming back together fell apart viciously. "No." She said firmly.

"What?"

"No. I will not help you."

Yuuki stood up, upset and angry. She pulled her mobile out and began calling a cab. A heavy hand tore the device from hers and threw it across the room. It hit the opposite wall and shattered, falling to the ground in pieces just as its owner had moments before. Yuuki's father had hit her.

"You!" Shang pointed at the girl. "You ruined me! Why won't you fix that? Don't you love me?"

Don't you love me? Yuuki realised that she was the beginning of a person like her father, seeking love in all the wrong places. Seeking love with one who had loved and stopped. He had suffered, he needed love, but he had gone to the wrong place to get it. He had lost it all and buried himself in work, cutting himself off from the very thing that would hurt him most but benefit him the best. Yuuki realised something. Kyoya had never stopped. She saw it that night at the theatre. He had never once stopped.

"No." Yuuki said quietly as she used the couch to get back to her feet. "I don't love you. I don't know you."

She was scared, things had gone south exceptionally fast and she knew her father had been drinking lightly.

"You trash!" His mood swung quickly. He didn't like it when things went on a way other than his.

The girl clutched the photo album to her chest and held her free hand against her cheek. It ached where he had struck her. "I'm not going to help you."

"Why?" Shang's voice reverberated throughout the house.

"Because, If I did, I would directly be funding the things I think are wrong with the world."

Her father tore her wrist from her face and held it tightly. "What do you think is wrong with the world?"

"People being used and destroying something priceless. Believing that what you through was right was right, when it wasn't. I thought you loved me dad. I needed you. I needed someone..."

Yuuki realised that in her need to find some stability, to find someone who could knit her back together, she had walked through the wrong door. They didn't mould together. Out of the things she wanted, she had chosen the first to offer itself and discovered it to be brutally wrong.

"I need to go home now." Yuuki said firmly. She was terrified.

"You are home." Her father seethed and threw her wrist aside.

The girl quickly stepped away from him and reached for the phone. Her fingers dialled the cab company she had begun to use to get around town. She blessed the fact she had a good memory.

Shang ripped the item from her hand and tossed it to the floor. "Yuuki, you WILL join the company."

"No. I won't." It was no struggle to hold yourself together when everything had already fallen apart.

He slapped her, hard. "Yes, you will."

There was a metallic taste on the girl's lip.

"Or what?" The raw edges of her heart went numb from their abuse. She was in the wrong place. She knew the right place but had been too scared to go there. To scared the night she had learned that he was in as much pain as she was. The night she had seen into the door she really wanted and hesitated to enter because it had the power to hurt her more than anything.

Shang Cunxin reached for his wine glass and smashed it against the coffee table in anger. "You worthless..." His eyes were blazing.

Yuuki swallowed and turned her back on him.

"Don't you dare turn your back on me!" The man threw the remaining stem of his glass towards the girl; it hit her in the shoulder but must have not been the sharp side because it rolled away and disappeared under the couch.

The girl's fight or flight system kicked in and without knowing what was happening, she had passed through the house, ended up with a set of keys and the photo album and was driving away. Her shoulder ached. Her face ached. She could taste blood in her mouth.

The fact she couldn't drive properly didn't register; adrenaline had her so far gone that nothing made sense anymore. Not even the sudden turn of events. All she knew was that she had made another devastating mistake. That she had wrecked a relationship beyond repair.

Maybe she should have said yes. Maybe she would have been loved. Maybe...No. She didn't need to be used again. She didn't want to be used again and she didn't know how to ensure it from not happening again. The gravel ran under the car and Yuuki remembered a day when that sound had caused laughter, and a broken gearbox.

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The girl raced onto the highway, she didn't know the speed limit and didn't know how fast she was going. The sky opened up, fortunately the car had automatic windshield wipers and automatic headlight; Yuuki would never have found them otherwise. An hour later it hit her how fast she had been driving, she had shaved a whole half hour off the trip.

Yuuki sniffed, her eyes stung, she couldn't see out the windscreen. Her shoulder hurt. The girl reached the outskirts of the city and passed Ouran Academy. Her old life. The best life she had had.

The school passed by and Yuuki forgot where she was going. She was just driving blind, turning into random streets. For some reason she felt an urgent need to stop, like a memory reminding her that was what other cars had done on this rout. She didn't. A car to her right drove through the intersection, its lights on high beam. Yuuki got a fright and pulled the jeep hard. The other car swerved to miss hers and didn't stop. Yuuki slammed her foot of the brake, the first to-don't during a swerve. The wet ground caused her car to aqua-plane across the intersection and slam, passenger side, into a lamppost. The vehicle moaned softly and dutifully kept the engine running. The noise of the crash was completely drowned out by the heavy rain, anyone who possibly heard it mistook it for a peel of thunder.

The girl at the indentation on the passenger side. Half the seat was torn into by the side of the car, the window had shattered and the green paint of the lamppost had been scratched off and the metal had bent into the vehicle, wrapped around the post. Yuuki opened her door and stumbled into the rain, her hands locked around something rectangular; nothing registered. She was not hurt, miraculously; her previous shock had annulled anything she should have felt. All she remembered was hurt. It consumed her. And she was angry.

The girl saw a house; its foyer light was on. It was a familiar house, one with big pillars out front and a sculpture of a naked woman in the garden. Kyoya had once told her that they were French and saw an excessive need to be ostentatious. She had laughed.

Yuuki stared at the street. Unconsciously she had driven the school rout from Ouran and found herself in the upper districts of the city. Kyoya's house was on the hill. The girl stared at it as it lay, half lit, a mile away. She swallowed. Not knowing if she could handle another betrayal, not knowing if she could handle another event like that which she had just experienced and had experienced her whole life to some lesser degree. A lesser degree. She had made a mistake. She should have forgiven him, stayed in Japan. Yuuki should have never got on that plane; never put herself in the place she was now. All she wanted was to be understood, and only one person had ever done so completely. Only one.

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Kyoya sat in the lounge, unlighted. Moments before he had switched off all the house lights and retreated to the comfort of a familiar room. He remembered the Christmas tree, the day he had given her the necklace...the night it had come back to him and she had accepted it once again. Accepted him once again.

The man sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. His brothers and father were away at a conference in Osaka and his mother had gone to Fiji for some exotic spa treatment. His lifestyle did not allow such luxuries; it only allowed study and work. The house was silent. It was abnormal. It felt unlived in. There was a loud crack of thunder and Kyoya opened his eyes just in time to see the tail of the lightening. There was another pounding noise. Continuous, in time. Unnatural.

The man sat up and listened. There was a pause and then two more pounds, they echoed through the foyer. In normal circumstances, Kyoya would never have gone to the door. To many beggars and kids came to the house looking for money, food, shelter, compassion...the latter of which was in short supply as of late. But this night, he took the liberty of lighting the foyer and unlocking the door.

Yuuki was standing on the porch in the rain. The storm was directly overhead. Kyoya stared at her, his eyes wide with shock. She opened her mouth to say something, her eyes never meeting his, she was uneasy, nervous. Like a flogged animal. Her face was swelling on the one side and there was a cut on her lip.

She was holding a picture book.

The girl closed her mouth and then opened it, a small noise was emitted from her small frame but all she managed to convey was a hand gesture that meant nothing other than that she didn't know what to say. He knew that gesture. She had done it every time she thought she was in trouble.

Kyoya stepped aside from the doorway, allowing her in. Yuuki walked inside and stood facing the door as the man closed it. The girl's eyes were dilated as if they had seen too much and wanted to at least grasp something good to lighten the happenings of the evening.

Kyoya turned to face her and they stood in silence that screamed across each personal void, yelling to the other, crying out.

She managed her first words, they were flat. "You never came."

"You never came." She was shaking, her voice unsteady. "You never came for me."

The Ootori didn't say anything, seeing her hurt, hurt him. He took a step towards her and the girl watched him, dripping silently where she had stepped back into his life. Kyoya took another step and lifted an arm around her shoulders. Yuuki leaned into him. Burying her face into his neck she began to cry. Kyoya pried the photo album out of her hands and reached away from her for a moment to put it on a sideboard.

"I needed you and you never came...I...none of this...you should have come. Why didn't you come?" She was still trembling, obviously in shock. Obviously aware that she had done exactly the same thing Kyoya had; tried to get both prizes when one only led to emptiness and hurt.

Kyoya felt himself heal slightly. He had needed to hear those words for so long. I needed you. She still did. She had come back to him.

"I know, I didn't think you wanted me to." He said, not believing she was there. He wrapped his other arm around her, holding her together. Yuuki knew that if he let go, she would fall apart again. Kyoya had stuck a piece back into her and was holding it in place. She had done the same to him.

"Just because I didn't want you to, doesn't mean you shouldn't have." Her anger was drowned out by her hurt.

The Ootori felt her seeping into him, Yuuki was soaked. He stared down at her, following the lines of her head and neck to her shoulders. There was a red patch on the back of the left, the material was ripped about three inches and stained deep on the edges. He lifted his fingers to touch it and stared in horror as watered blood ran down his fingers.

"Yuuki, what happened?" He pulled her away from him.

She shook her head, still not looking him in the eye. "I'm...I....I...I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" His voice was firm, worried.

"I got on the plane." Her voice was weak, afraid.

Kyoya closed his eyes; she was obviously in a state of shock. "No...What happened just now Yuuki?"

"I..." She dodged his gaze. "I...crashed."

"Crashed what?"

"A jeep."

"Where?"

"Down the road. Into a lamppost. Outside the French house." Her hand lifted to indicate the world outside the door. The world outside their own. She wanted to tell him everything but didn't know how. Didn't know how to pick up the threads of an old life.

Kyoya pressed his fingers to the back of her shoulder. Yuuki flinched. "Did that happen when you crashed?"

"I...I...." Her voice broke, she shook her head.

The man lifted her up and carried her through to the kitchen. Leaving Yuuki on a bench, he disappeared and reappeared with two towels and a box. The drug company had given their family a demo model of a new stitching kit for hospitals and clinics. He had thought it useless, like all the other demo's, until that moment.

Kyoya handed Yuuki one of the towels. She wrapped it around her shoulders, sniffing once and staring at the fridge. He put his hand on the offended shoulder and slid the towel off.

"I need to look at it." He handed her a soda from the fridge. "The sugar will help with the shock."

Yuuki didn't move.

"Yuuki." Kyoya's voice was stern.

She looked up, not quite at him, but in his general direction, nodded once and hugged the spare towel to her front as she undid the first few buttons on her shirt. She let her fingers ease the wet material off her shoulder. It throbbed, but it had never once stung. She had never once felt the cut. Kyoya stood behind her and ran his fingers over the broken skin. The cut was deep but fortunately straight.

"Yuuki, I need to stitch this." He said, walking back around to the box on the counter.

He smiled at her reply. "You can't sew." The sugar was working but she was still trembling,.

The girl's face went white when she saw him take a needle out of the box and measure some fluid from a bottle into it. Kyoya looked at her, she didn't know he was studying medicine. "Relax."

Her eyes still locked on, horrified, on the syringe. The man returned to his place behind her and ignored the girl's fear for needles. He had to push all the questions and emotions aside so that he could fix her. Stitch her broken being back up. She had begun to stitch him the moment she walked into the door. Actually, the moment she dropped her necklace.

Yuuki felt dizzy at the tugging on her skin. She didn't know she had been cut. The pulling stopped after a minute and Kyoya asked her for the scissors from the little box he had brought. The girl handed them to him over her shoulder. There was a sharp click and then a dull ache as her skin was left to heal. Kyoya reached around her and grabbed the box; he dried the area and put a patch over the stitching. He hadn't ever sealed up a real person until now, and she had been shaking slightly. The cut would heal into a small and interesting scar.

Yuuki wrapped the spare towel around her shoulder. There was silence. Kyoya stared at the girl and Yuuki stared at his collar, damp from where she had buried her head into it.

After a minute, the man spoke. "What happened, Yuuki?"

She looked away, turning her head side on. "I went back."

"Back?" There was a short pause. "To your fathers?"

She nodded.

"He did this to you?"

She nodded again. "You were right. All along."

Kyoya was a little confused.

Yuuki's voice was small, almost drowned by the sound of the rain. "What you told me to do was the right thing, and I got mad at you for being you."

The divorce, Kyoya didn't say anything.
"I thought you used me, and you had, but, you loved me and I tortured you worse than anything you could have done to me." A tear slid down her face and over the bruise that was forming. "I'm so sorry."

Kyoya sat in front of her and shook his head. "Don't ever apologise for my errors."

"I..."

"No. Yuuki. Don't." He was firm. "You're not in a position to argue back. But I'm glad you're talking to me."

"I talked to you every day."

Kyoya stared at her eyes, still downcast. "What were you doing all this time?"

She lifted her gaze to his for the first time. Her walls were down completely, as were his; just like it should have been for a year and a half past. "I was learning to breathe."

"Did you?"

She shook her head. "Did you?"

"No."

There was a long pause. "Can you now?"

"Yes."

Kyoya noticed she was still trembling and knew it was probably a good idea she got changed. His mother was petite like Yuuki, but taller. He fetched a sweater and cotton pants from his parents wardrobe and returned to the kitchen. It was empty. Kyoya's heart faltered for a second and he wondered if she had even come or if he had imagined it. He made his way through the house to her old room; Yuuki was standing in it, staring at the mirror, her fingers raised to her broken lip.

She knew there was no going back to the past, but wondered what the future held. The girl looked at Kyoya as he set the clothes on the bed and left, shutting the door silently.

She didn't want him to go. She didn't want him to leave her. Yuuki pulled the clothes on over her wet skin and opened the door again. He was leaning against the wall, opposite the door. Waiting for her. He had always been waiting for her and always would have even if she never came back. But she had.

Yuuki wrapped her arms around him and buried her face back against his neck. This time she cried for the time they had lost, the parts of them that had died. She cried as things were resurrected, as walls came tumbling down. Kyoya held her, afraid she would vanish again, afraid she would break.

They both felt whole for the first time in a year and a half, abused, sore, scarred; but whole, and both felt relief.

"I love you." He whispered into her hair.

"Do you forgive me?"

"I should be asking that of you. You're blameless, pure."

She shook her head. "Just say you do."

"Yes. I forgive you."

"Okay." Yuuki still cherished the times he let her see into him, right into him. Kyoya was like the ocean, hard and unforgiving on the surface, cold and mysterious below; but in whole a living, breathing being with emotion. The only person who knew the whole picture, who had taken the time to zoom out that far as opposed to going in like everyone else; was finally home.

"I'm sorry."

"Me too."

"Yuuki?"

"Mm?"

"Stop saying sorry."

"Sorry." Her voice was still quiet, submissive. She had been hurt severely.

Yuuki breathed. She had taken a giant risk in coming to Kyoya. She had lost one thing for all eternity that evening and wouldn't have survived if she had lost two. But she had gained the world; it had cost her a slice of her life, but she had found what she had been missing.

Kyoya squeezed her unhurt shoulder; he would ask her about her injuries in the morning. Right now, he was too busy picking up shattered pieces of broken hearts, and the process was bound to hurt as memories and time now missed cut into both of them. But they were coming back together. They were drawn back together, it was as if they were each a planet and each a moon; the former to the other and the latter of. Revolving in tight circles that widened and tightened, but inevitable lead both together on an even bigger circle around something greater.

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I was lonely
I was tired, now I'm bound
My head is off the ground

For a long time, I was so weary
Tired of the sound I heard before
Knowing of the nights I'm out the door
Haunted by the things I did


Stuck between the burning light and the dusty shade

Said I, I used to think the past was dead and gone
I was wrong--so wrong
Elements of blindness make you strong--make you strong


In my times, I melted into many forms
From the day I was born, no
I know there's no place to hide


Stuck between the burning shade and the fading light

I was broken for a long time
But its over now
Said I was broken for a long time
But its over now

Yes, and you--yeah, you walk these lonely streets
Where people stand--people stand
And some people just can't
And I do pretend
I'm free from all the things that saved my friends
I was there until the end
and I know I can take the moon


Stuck between the burning shade and the fading light

I was broken for a long time
But its over now


It's over now, now, now
Said I was broken for a long time
But it's over, but it's over

(I was broken, Bobby Dupea)

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I apologise severely if that was sappy.

I'm exceptionally bad with romance on a whole, not just writing.

So yeah, I hope you enjoyed that.

Many of you weren't expecting a reunion until much later, but Yuuki and Kyoya were desperate for each other and I have plans, being long winded was never really something I enjoyed.

Anyway, liked it, loved it, hated it; please tell me. I really appreciate your reviews.

Blessings,

-pp