While Hiroki's tears had been troubling enough, Nowaki had been even more worried when he found Miki crying into her hands. She sat on the couch, whimpering about how she had been mean, and exploited everything her sister had told her to absolutely destroy her.

"I only meant to make her sorry, I didn't mean any of the things I said," she wailed, and Nowaki's eyes widened, noticing his daughter's absence.

"Where is she?" He asked softly, trying his best to keep the anger in his voice from becoming overwhelming. Miki just continued to whimper, closing her eyes as tears slipped from them. "Miki, where is she?!" His eyes narrowed, and Hiroki flinched beside him. He'd never seen the younger man look this angry since the time Akihiko had come to check on him after the silverette had broken his heart.

But now, the black-haired man's eyes flared with cool flames, and when Hiroki tried to reassure the man with calming strokes, his hand was slapped away. Nowaki took Miki by the shoulders.

"Where is she?!"

"I don't know!" Miki screamed at him, covering her face with her hands. "I told her we'd be better off without her, but I didn't mean it!" Miki hiccupped, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. "It's all my fault!" Hiroki pushed Nowaki away from the girl, cradling her face to his chest and running his fingers through her brown hair. "Papa, I'm scared.." Hiroki just shushed her as Nowaki ran to get his coat and phone.

"Be careful." Hiroki called to him, but Nowaki ignored the brunet, slamming the door as he ran off into the pouring rain. Hiroki sighed and cradled the sobbing child in his arms.

"P-Papa," she whimpered, and he kissed her head softly. "I didn't mean it Papa.. I love Yuki, I didn't mean it.." Hiroki shushed her again and wiped some of her tears away.

"I know, Miki. I love her too.." He said softly, smiling sadly at the brunette. "But Daddy is going to find her, I promise."

The rain fell in sheets around her, the bench she sat upon chilled her to the core. For once, the rain matched the way she felt. It was cold, it was wet, and a mixture of tears and rain water fell from her eyes. She was watching her phone, waiting for something to happen, one of her parents to call her, something, anything.

It wasn't her fault, she kept telling herself. It really wasn't.. But in the end, she couldn't find fault in anyone but herself. It was her stupid ego, stupid pride. If she could get rid of it, everyone's lives would be better.

"If you weren't here, if we didn't have to deal with your hormonal shit all the time, we'd be better off. Daddy and Papa would go back to how they were before you came along.."

Her sister's words.. They were true. If she weren't here.. their lives would be better, everyone's lives would be better.

If only she weren't here...

A figure approached her, umbrella in one hand and towel in the other. She flinched as the towel was draped over her head, and the stranger began to shake her hair dry.

"You should get out of this rain." The woman said to her, and Yuki looked up. She was rather pretty, Yuki thought, brown hair pulled back into a braid. "You're going to catch a cold."

Yuki shrugged and looked back down. It had been ages since anyone had been kind enough to do anything for her. She really was just a stray with no home. Finally, she stood barely reaching the girl's collarbone.

Anna smiled, continuing to shake out Yuki's hair. She wrapped her arm around the other's shoulders and turned her in the direction to her apartment she shared with her father. "This way, I'll let you use my shower." Yuki sniffled, nodding slightly. She leaned into the other girl, and took a couple slow steps. "My name is Anna," the girl said, and Yuki grunted softly.

"Name's Yuki." She said, and Anna smiled, pulling the smaller girl to her waist. She was freezing, and, even if she had just met her, Anna didn't want anything to happen to this girl. Just something about her made Anna want to protect her, care for her like she would with any other person. Her heart told her that this blue and black-haired girl was scared. She knew, somehow, that this girl, Yuki, was harsh and rigid, if only to protect the chinks in her armour. She was tough because she had pride, but she was insecure with herself. Anna could tell, she hated the way she was, and she tried her best to hide that so she could be strong. She thought that her apathy would save her, but Anna knew, it would only break her down. The girl thought that if she wasn't here, everyone's lives would be better.

Anna held the umbrella firmer, knuckles whitening around the handle. Why did people think like this? And why did she have to understand them so well?

Yuki's teeth began to chatter, and Anna held her closer, trying to give her some of her warmth. She really was freezing, and Anna clutched her closer. If she didn't get those wet clothes off her, she might get a really bad fever, or get hypothermia.

When they stood in the living room, after Anna had nearly dragged the girl up the concrete stairs, Yuki was pale and panting warm air onto her white fingers. Anna turned the floor heater on high, and started to filled the bath with steaming water, ordering the other girl to strip off the wet clothes, which Yuki did hesitantly. It wasn't like she had much to be ashamed of, they were both girls, they both had the same genitalia.

When the tub was filled, Anna took Yuki by the shoulders, feeling her cold, clammy skin beneath her fingers. She watched as the girl's lean body slipped into the bath, instantly bringing some color back to her skin. Her cheeks became rosy red, and her eyes slipped shut in the heat. She heard a slight moan fall from the girl's lips as she exited the bathroom.

Yuki could feel the heat from the water soaking into her skin. It felt damn good, and she drifted off in the small tub, only waking when the water cooled, and her skin returned to it's normal color.

She dried herself and wrapped the towel around her body, venturing into the empty hallway. "Anna?" She called curiously, looking around at the many doors. She ran her fingers through her hair, groaning when she saw blue dye on her hand. Shit, the dye was coming out of her hair, she must've soaked it too long.

She rushed back into the bathroom, throwing off the towel before it stained, and turned the bath faucet back on. Yuki stuck her head under the running water, sucking in a breath as chilled liquid rushed through her scalp, taking any remnants of the hair dye with it.

When she stood, she watched the last of the blue swirl down the drain and sighed. So much for awesome hair, now she was stuck with the boring black hair that she'd been endowed with. She made sure all the dye was out before towel drying her hair, shaking it around to give a natural look. Yuki was very proud of the way her hair looked, and preferred to keep it that way.

She stepped from the bathroom again, black hair shining in the artificial light. Anna stood there handing her a change of clothes.

"Your clothes are in the dryer, and will be done in the morning." Anna said, and Yuki nodded, looking at the ground. She held the clothes to her chest, muttering a thanks before she stalked back into the bathroom. The kindness of the girl, Anna, was getting to her mind. Why was she doing all of this?

Perhaps.. perhaps someone did want her here. And even if it took her whole life, she'd find out why.

A/N: I really don't have much to say about this chapter.. so I'm not really going to say much.

invisibemage: Well, yes, you were right again.. you're really good at this! They didn't talk it out much but.. Well, you got it right so... whatever. How are you so good at this? But about Ayak- *dies of stapler apocalypse* *is revived* -a, I'm not sure if I'm going to keep her, or put her in the story much, but Mahiro would be a great idea! I hadn't even thought of him, but... He would make a great uke.. I feel like Takahiro's going to show up somewhere and beat the crap out of me now.. *hides under her desk* Shhh...

pinky5907: dumpster diving is actually really fun. It's gross at first, but once you get used to it, you can find all kinds of stuff in there! I'm about ready to kill autocorrect though.. It keeps correcting every single name I write...

xela44: Urg, that's a tough question. I contemplated having her write it, yes, but I think I eventually decided that she wasn't. It would've been interesting if she had, but I just don't think I'm ready to break that wall.