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Yoshiki squeezed his worried girlfriend's hand tight, smiling a smile of support and unusual affection for such a usually closed guy. She took in a deep breath until it hurt, before rushing down the stairs and into the corridor, where she could see the faint outline of Sakura's silhouette behind the blurred out shaft of glass in the doorframe. Quickly, she opened it, revealing a just as concerned face from her friend, who quickly pulled her into an embrace.

"Oh my gosh," she spluttered, letting go of her awkwardly. "I'm so sorry this happened to you!"

"It's not your fault at all," reassured Ayumi hurriedly, closing the door as Sakura entered. "I should of known it wasn't you all along!"

"Let me see the texts and numbers," Sakura said, following her upstairs, with a slight hesitant look on her face. "I might know them, I mean, I do know a lot of people."

"Sure," agreed Ayumi, showing her friend up to her room, noting the slight guiltiness in her voice, but ignoring it. As if she had anything to do with it!

"Oh- hi," greeted Sakura as soon as she saw Yoshiki sitting on Ayumi's bed. She didn't the like the look of him at all - his eyes were narrow and slanted, and he had a glare all over his face.

"Whatever. What do you know about these?" He replied, holding up the phone Ayumi had. It was the same sim as the one on her own phone, as Ayumi hadn't wanted to make a fuss about it.

"That number is not my phone," she told them, squinting at the text messages. "Though they sound like me. I can see how someone could of faked it but I don't understand the motives."

"And the unknown numbered messages?" promoted Yoshiki, lips set in a hard line.

"That's not my phone either!" denied Sakura, sitting on the bed and scrolling through Ayumi's text window. "Look, I'll check it with my contacts okay?"

"Which one?" Asked Ayumi with a shiver.

"My apparent 'number' first. I have a feeling who would of done that." Sakura grimaced, checking her contacts at the same time as glancing at the number every so often. The two watched her in silence, wondering who could of done that. For Ayumi, well, she had a vague idea of who Sakura suspected.

"Of course," she said eventually, looking a big stricken. "It was my cousin. Haruka."

"What?!" gasped Ayumi, but she had had that feeling in the bottom pit of her stomach. "How?"

"She's easy to manipulate people." Sakura responded, simply.

"That may mean she also hacked into your social networks," suggested Yoshiki, feeling the cogs in his brain whirring around like crazy. "Did she send the other ones as well?"

"We can't be sure; the numbers blocked." Sakura said.

"I think...we should presume she did everything!" Ayumi decided, her heart pounding. "I just don't understand..."

"Shes just jealous," assumed Sakura. "She didn't get the scholarship, you did!"

"Well, neither did you!" countered Yoshiki suspiciously "You didn't get the scholar ship, all the more reason to lie as well with the numbers!"

"Yoshiki!" Shouted Ayumi. "Don't be like this! All the evidence points to her cousin!"

"That doesn't mean we can't rule her out!" argued Yoshiki defiantly. "She could be conspiring with-"

Ayumi stopped him instantly just by pressing her lips onto his, taking him a back and opening his eyes wide. She broke away from him with an intense glare, whilst SaKira simply hovered on the other side of the room, awkward at the least. Maybe coming over hadn't been such a good idea after all...

"Ayumi...?" he whispered, raising an eyebrow at how impulsively head strong she was acting. Wasn't that his forte?

"Yoshiki, I'm glad you care, but really, you have nothing to do with this anyway!" She told him, crossing her arms. "I do appreciate your support, but please..."

Yoshiki looked at her stormy sapphire eyes, getting lost in the wave of emotion she seemed to be sending across to him, and it hit hard. She didn't want him to help? That fact angered him greatly; he just wanted the best for her and she obviously knew that!

"Do whatever you see fit, damnit. Just don't do anything stupid okay?" he replied curtly, heading over to the door where Sakura was stood. "See you..."

"Yoshiki!" she called, knowing that he was easy to assumption and often took things the wrong way. "You know I have to clear this up...I'll see you later!?"

"Ayumi, you know you mean more to me than anything else in the world," he told her sincerely, looking back with his narrowly sharp eyes. "I love you."

Sakura shivered inside as she felt the slight slam of the door as he left. He seemed sweet but rough at the same time, not someone she would imagine to be Ayumi's boyfriend. Yet there were many things she'd probably never even find out about in her.

Meanwhile, Ayumi was sat on the bed, trying to focus on a strategy to confront Haruka, but her mind was clouded and her head felt abnormally heavy in her hands. Usually Yoshiki would be the reliving cure to any stress she had, he was so supportive yet not unrealistic. Plus he knew all too well how she felt, alone, sometimes. After all, he was kicked out and lived all by himself in a tiny flat - not that it wasn't nice.

"Sheesh...why is the world so cruel to you, especially recently?" questioned Sakura, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to Ayumi.

"It's a modern world..." She mumbled, sighing a little. "Sometimes I wished I lived in a time where everything was just...simple!"

"Wouldn't you miss technology? Transport? And as for violence, there was still plenty of it in the past." Sakura considered, weighing up her thoughts in her mind.

"I guess," Ayumi replied after some thought. "I feel like I have to say something..."

"Go ahead," smiled Sakura.

"What did I do to make up with Naomi? Was I horrible back? Maybe to some extent, but not as much as she had allegedly done at the time to me. But I didn't react with violence...just words..." She said, slowly, not talking to anything or anyone in particular.

"Uhhhh..."

"To defeat an enemy...I must make them my friend!" Ayumi declared, raising a fist to the air, trying to act balanced and confident, when inside she felt like curling up into the smallest position possible to man kind.

"You want to make friends with her?" echoed Sakura, a little surprised but lacked to show It much in her facial features.

"That's right."

"But after all she's done to you," retorted Sakura, doubtfully. "You want her to... like you?"

"I don't know how, but I'll make it work. Somehow..."

OKAY GUYS THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST! UPLOADING TUESDAY, BE THERE YO! Really short chapter but I wrote this at 23:23 on a SCHOOL NIGHT D:

i will try harder. Luv u