-10 am-

I sweat drop as I shake nervously in front of the door waiting. I still have yet to make my presence known to the residents. Mustering up all the courage I possess at the moment, I reach out and press the doomsday button and jump slightly at hearing it jingle through the house.
Taking a nervous gulp, I smooth out any wrinkles left in my clothing, that I actually took the time of picking out, and make sure my hair isn't sticking out anywhere. I want to make a good impression right?

I straighten out everything just before the door opens to reveal an old woman with a warm smile. I smile in relief. This won't be too hard.

"You must be Echizen Kizuka-chan, ne?" she asks. I bow respectfully.

"Hai. It's nice to meet you."

-10:35 am-

We all sit there awkwardly in silence, his grandparents sitting with innocent smiles, Kunimitsu sitting in his usual calm yet stoic demeanor, and me? Well I'll say I have a pretty bad twitch in my left eye right now and the smile I'm holding is beginning to hurt my cheeks.

'If they won't say anything then I will!' I think determined to get a conversation going. As if knowing what I am thinking Yasushi (I don't know their real names so I made up one.) speaks first.

"Well, Kizuka-chan, how did you and Kunimistu meet?" asks the aging man curiously.

I stiffen at the sudden question but relax when Kunimistu grabs my hand. I snap my gaze in his direction and blush with a small smile.

"We met at school, but when we met we honestly didn't like each other, or so we believed." I answer confidently. Yasushi laughs genuinely while Miwa gets up to make tea.

"Tell us, how did you end up as you are now?" he questions wanting to know the full story. Kunimistu and I sweat drop.

'Privacy officially invaded.'

"Now that's a very long and complicated story, Yasushi-san."

-3:30 pm-

"Where is Kunimitsu?" I inquire. Sometime after lunch he disappeared saying he had to go get something and curiously has not returned.

"Don't worry dear, I can guarantee he'll be home before dinner. You haven't changed your mind about helping have you?" smiles Miwa playing her cards I shake my head.

"Iie." Yasushi takes his turn.

"Oh look, a Royal Flush." Yasushi and I sigh in defeat.

"Miwa-san, you're just too good." I laugh nervously mentally cursing Kunimistu for leaving me with his gambling grandmother. Truth be told I hate and suck at cards. Ask the journalist. The only games I'm good at are speed and Tunk.

Yasushi leans near me to whisper something while his wife begins to shuffle and deal another hand. After about the fifth game I decided I wasn't going to gamble when I'm older.

"Kizuka-chan I hope you have a lot of money because Michi (nickname) is a poker champion." he chuckles sneakily. I groan wishing he had told me that 16 games ago.

'Oh great, just what I need.'

"Thanks, Yasushi-san." I mumble sarcastically.

At about 4:30 we begin to make preparations for dinner and I still haven't heard a word from my boyfriend. I give a tired sigh.

"Kunimistu will be here, he's not so irresponsible as to leave his girlfriend all alone." assures Miwa. I smile lightly.

"I know. He's the most responsible person I know." I comment stirring the boiling pork stew. Out the corner of my eye I see the aged woman smile knowingly while cutting some carrots.

"Do you love him?" this question catches me completely off guard. All motor functions cease and my eyes glaze over in deep thought.

'Do I love him? I mean we're just 14, not even in high school yet, but I know this is more than just a school girl crush.' I think mulling over our relationship.

People have told me that love is born from hate and that there is a fine line between the two. In America I really didn't understand this because I never felt so strong about someone like Kunimitsu and it bugs me to no end.

"I...don't know." I answer but in my heart I do know. I just have to admit it to myself first.

"Well, just don't take too long to tell him. You won't know what's good until it's gone." she smiles dropping the vegetables in the pot. She then gives a blank look pointing at it, much like Ryoma does.
"Oh, it's boiling over." I practically jump in panic turning the stove on low and stir feverously in order to calm it. Once it calms down I sigh in relief.

Just then we hear the opening and closing of the front door and I immediately run to greet the person with a glare.

"And where exactly have you been Mr. I-Have-To-Get-Something?" I scold, arms crossed, foot tapping, eye twitching, and a weapon (wooden spoon) secure in hand. Kunimitsu nonchalantly kisses me on the forehead and goes to sit at the table.

"Migoto kidnapped me on my way." he states, all anger subsides.

"Oh, why didn't you call then?"

"She stole my phone."

"Oh."

Dinner is served not long after his arrival and he praises my cooking in his own way causing my heart to flutter but I ignore it. After dinner we travel to his room. (Minds out the gutter!) It is quite small, filled with only the true necessities of teenage life, nonetheless, it is comfy. I sit bouncily on the bed as he sits in his desk chair.

"Ne, Kunimitsu, your grandparents are weird but lovable. I still haven't found out why you are the way you are though." I sigh lying back on the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Don't bother yourself with it, you'll just hurt your brain." he comments casually messing with something on the desk. I growl sitting up at the speed of light, faintly giving myself whiplash.

'BASTARD!!' I scream mentally raising my fist to punch him in the head but become distracted by the papers in front of him. Haven't you noticed? I have severe ADD. I snatch them away and scan the names.

"What's this?" I ask completely confused. Kunimitsu gives an exasperated sigh and snatches the papers, putting them back in order.

"They're for the upcoming Hyotei match. The girls play them before we do." He replies. I tilt my head to the side in confusion.

'How does he know when we play?' I lift a finger to declare my thoughts but he intercepts.

"Ryuzaki-sensei. She had to take your place at place picking a few days ago." I drop my finger dejectedly and glare at the back of his head.

"Old hag." I mumble, though it is meant to stay in my head. I would have been there if anyone had told me about it, but no they think I'm a genius. (Irony) Kunimitsu ignores me continuing whatever he was doing. I yawn, sitting on the soft bed. It was calling me.

'I didn't know I was this tired." I rub my eyes and lay on the bed and curl up into a warm ball. My heavy eyelids droop close no matter how hard I try to keep them open. I surrender unwillingly and snuggle deeper into the blanket permeated with Kunimitsu's alluring aroma. A light smile crosses my face.

"Oyasumi..."

-Kunimitsu's POV-

"Oyasumi..." I hear as I turn to tell Kizuka what I've been wanting to tell her for awhile. Migoto brought it to my attention earlier and it seems to have slipped my mind when I walked through the door. She is laid in a ball trying to conserve body heat but she should've just gotten under the blanket. I smile at her angelic figure as I kneel at the side of the bed and kiss her gently on the forehead.

'Sweet dreams my angel.'

*Snap*

I turn to the doorway to see both my grandparents chuckling amused, camera in hand. A distinguished blush covers my cheeks and I avert eye contact.

"You shouldn't be ashamed, love is a wonderful thing." says baa-chan in a hushed tone. My blush darkens.

"L-love?" I look back at Kizuka. Her once peaceful face is now contorted in anger and she begins to mumble.

"Stop. I'm...I'm not like that, I never was..." she trails. I give a look of confusion to my grandparents. They look just as confused and worried as I am. I stand and exit the room and dail a familiar number. Maybe Echizen knows.

(Ahh, finally a little bit of her past is revealed.)

-My POV-

I wake up with a nasty migraine and the sun in my eyes. With a groan I sit up and realize I'm not home.

"Oh yeah, I fell asleep at Kunimitsu's." I think removing myself from under the blanket and toward the door just as it opens nearly hitting me in the face. I sigh irritably.

"Gomen, did I hit you?" asks Kunimitsu, I shake my head no, but instantly regret it.

"Migraine." I state he nods guiding me to sit on the bed while he gets me medicine. I cradle my aching head.

'Last night...that nightmare occurred. I haven't been that way for three years.' I think remembering the content of the dream.

Kunimitsu comes back a minute later with a glass of water and two Tylenol tablets. I down both in under 30 seconds, emptying the glass just as fast. When finished Kunimistu sets the glass on the desk and sits next to me. On impulse I lean my head on his shoulder and he wraps an arm around my waist.
I breathe in his sweet scent deeply.

"Cinnimon." I mumble incoherent to even myself.

'I just woke up and I'm already felling disoriented.' I think just before losing consciousness.

-Hours Later-

I open my eyes to see that I am no longer at my boyfriend's house but my own. I sit up feeling a 100 times better than I had this morning. I stretch my arms and yawn. The next thing I know my door is burst open and my room invaded by a purple-haired demon. I groan in annoyance.

'Why is she the first thing I see when I wake up?' I roll my eyes as my house staff, Ryoma, and Kunimitsu are trying to hold her back but to no avail. They pause at the door seeing me awake and glaring at the girl in the middle of the room.

"Hazumi, what the hell are you doing?" I demand as calm as possible after waking up. Everyone knows I'm not the happiest person in the world when I wake up. Hazumi smirks then rushes to close and lock the doors before moving to sit on the bed beside me. My eye twitches but I keep my mouth shut.

'What...does she want?!'

"So...how was your date with TezuKuni-san yesterday?" she asks casually. I blink in confusion first before glowering at her.

"Fine, until you kidnapped him in the middle of the day." I huff crossing my arms; now it's her turn to blink in confusion.

"Kid...nap?" she looks up tapping her chin in thought. After a minute her little light bulb shines over her head.

"Hey! I didn't kidnap him! He came on free will." she exclaims in her defense. I scoff.

"Like I'd believe you."

"Ooo you're a bitch Kizuka."

"And you're a whore."

"Slut."

"Corner baby-maker."

"Kunimitsu bed lover."

"*gasp* How rude!"

"Hey, you started it." shrugs Hazumi, I sigh.

"Sorry." I mumble.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too."

A knock raps on the door softly catching our attention. Hazumi goes to open it. It's Ryoma.

"Can I speak to my sister?"

"No."

"Hazumi." I say sternly. She smacks her teeth.

"Fine. But I still have things to talk to you about Kizu-hime. Oh, and get well soon so I can blackmail you more." she waves before slamming the door behind Chibi-chan.

"Some best friend." comments my little brother filling Hazumi's previous spot. I chuckle.

"Tell me about it."

"Nee-chan, can I ask you a question?" asks Ryoma cautiously. I smile.

"You just did but shoot." I say. Ryoma looks off for a bit seeming to be gathering the correct words before voicing them.

"I know, and I'm one of the only ones who know, that things have been different since you've come here. And I think that buchou deserves to know the whole truth. Have you told him?" he says watching for my reaction. The smile melts from my face quickly as I look at the window.

"I...can't. I don't want him, or the others for that matter, to judge me." I reply, my green bangs covering my dark blue eyes. Ryoma looks at me curiously.

"You love him don't you Nee-chan?" he questions. My heart beats rapidly at just hearing the word being referred to him. My cheeks gain a red tint.

'Love is a four letter word for disaster but...maybe this is love. I've strayed from feelings like this for so long that it feels foreign. He's the only person to make my heart beat so fast and the butterflies in my stomach to appear. I get insanely jealous when other girls pose a threat. And his scent calms me.' I think naming off a list of stuff. With a sincere smile I look at my baby brother.

'But maybe love is worth the disaster.'

"Yeah, Chibi-chan, I think I do." I answer admitting it to both him and myself.

"I'm happy for you Nee-chan. You need each other." he comments walking out the room. I sweat drop.

'What's that suppose to mean.'

-???-

It's nighttime and a lone figure stands under the designated lamp light in the park. They reread the note they were given and check their watch.

"Where the hell are they?"

"Talking to yourself is a sure sign of insanity." states another figure dressed in all black. The only thing visible is their blue eyes.

"Well you would know wouldn't you?" retorts the first person. The second scoffs.

"Shut up, and let's get this over with. In order to get what we want we must work together. You want that bitch and I want Tezuka-kun."says the second figure smugly.

"Yeah, but how are we going to make that happen? They're very close." points out the first figure confused. The second figure rubs their temples in aggravation.

"Listen up, here's the plan." The second figure proceeds to whisper the plan to the first figure so that no prying ears could hear. Not that any are. It is nearly midnight.

"Got it?" smirks the seconds figure. The first figure nods.

"Yeah! I can't wait to see the look on Tezuka-kun's face when he sees his precious Kizuka has betrayed him. Tezuka-kun is MINE, BITCH!!!" *Maniacial laugh*

The first figure ignores his partner's laughs walking home to perfect his part in the plan.

"My hime, I will win your heart at any cost." he vows waiting patiently for tomorrow to come sooner.