Lost in the Dark

By E.M. Megs

Chapter 26 – Awakening

Kyoya could only stare at her with a lump in his throat. Just days ago he had thought she was going to die. When that proved wrong, she got attacked by a litriad instead and was almost killed by the pain. Now, she was sleeping quite peacefully, face actually started to get its color back.

He tried not to imagine the blood-stains that had been on the sheets and her clothes just a day ago, but it was something that he couldn't do. And he tried desperately not to hear the screams that echoed in his mind, but that was also something that he couldn't prevent.

Yuiichi had told him exactly 3 days ago that he had his own spies in the Kiran military that might be able to help her. He had doubted that they would do it. And give away their own cover? That was almost laughable. Haruhi was the only goddamn spy he knew that would be stupid enough to give up herself in order to help someone else.

Haruhi.

He looked back at her and she shifted restlessly in her sleep, a soft moan coming from her lips.

He actually hoped that she wasn't waking up. Because he wasn't sure what she would remember, if anything, of what had happened to her. He hoped that she didn't. It was something that he didn't want to remember, so it had to be at least twice as bad for her to.

Then her eyes peeped open a bit to look at him blearily and his hopes scattered. "Kyoya?" she mumbled, still drugged with sleep. He nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak. "What happened?"

He swallowed and tried to moisten his suddenly dry mouth. He couldn't explain yet, couldn't bear to. So instead he opened his mouth and murmured, "How do you feel?"

She frowned a bit in confusion and it looked like it took her a moment to fully process what he was saying as well as think about her answer. "Sleepy. Numb. Confused. How did I get here exactly?"

He latched onto the 'numb' with a bit of relief. That meant that she wasn't in pain. That was good. "Some villagers from a nearby town brought you to the Paitet palace," he answered her question, somehow without wincing. Her frown deepened in a way that he couldn't deny being cute. He could just hear her next question before it even came out of her mouth. But instead of voicing it, her eyes cleared a bit and she gasped in pain. He sat up straighter, having prepared himself for this but not quite wanting it to happen yet.

"Why… Why can't I feel my leg? And why the hell does it hurt so badly?" Her eyes filled with tears and he leaned forward enough to take her hand. He squeezed it and she looked up at him, lost. She was lost. She'd lost all memory of what had happened to her. "K-Kyoya?"

He shut his eyes and let himself lean his head against hers. "You were attacked," he finally said after a few moments, swallowing back his anxiety, "by a litriad." She sucked in a breath but he forced himself to continue. "It was a Kiran-trained one and… it bit your left leg. By the time you got to the palace… The poison… The poison had advanced too far up your leg. Magical detox would have killed you and it couldn't be sucked out. So…" He couldn't finish and instead withdrew from her, pulled back the sheet covering her legs and sat back to watch her reaction.

She stared at her lower half like Kyoya now refused to. "W-What?" she managed to get out of her muddled mind. She couldn't quite process what she was seeing. He sighed and glanced at the leg and a half that she now had.

"I arrived just in time to authorize them to amputate," he said stiffly. She stared at him, looking like she didn't recognize him for a moment. "It was the only way to save your life, Haruhi."

"No… I… I know that. But…" Her face screwed up, either in pain or grief for her lost leg, he wasn't sure. "I won't walk again, will I? I'll be stuck in a wheelchair like Akito."

"Not exactly," he mused, "Despite the fact that you're missing about half of your left leg, the half that you have left and your right leg are completely functional. Or will be once you've recovered. We can have a false ordered for you and from there Yuiichi and I can work with you until you walk again."

"But I'll still be in a wheelchair."

He sighed softly and leaned toward her again. "For awhile, yes. Or crutches, if you'd prefer." She seemed to be thinking better than she had when she first woke up. She gasped again and shifted in bed. "Painful?" he questioned, standing and leaning over her to inspect her wound. Bile rose in his throat briefly at the sight of her bloodied bandages. He swallowed it down. He hummed. "Could use a bandage change," he muttered, "I'll be back shortly."

He wracked his brain for the proper medicine he could give her to at least take the edge off. Finally he put a kettle on and took a small vial from the back room of the Paitet infirmary. He placed a few herbs on the counter to make into tea later and carried the vial and some clean bandages out to his waiting companion.

He could tell she was trying her hardest not to cry. He stood beside her, smoothed her hair back from her eyes. "Haruhi," he murmured, "I'm going to change your bandages, okay?" She nodded. He did as he said, trying not to hurt her much more than she already was. "Clove oil," he said when he went to apply it, "Might sting a bit but it'll help."

She just nodded again, wincing and gasping when the pain got to be enough. He rewrapped her leg gently and withdrew his hands, taking off the gloves. "Done. I'll make you some tea when the water's ready." He sat himself back in the chair and waited to hear the whistle that would tell him the water was ready.

"What'll be in the tea?" she asked, already starting to calm.

"White willow bark and meadowsweet." He took her hand, squeezing it tightly once more. She smiled a bit. "In the meantime…" he trailed off when she tugged at his hand. He moved closer in response until she could reach his head, pulling him down and kissing him. It surprised him but in the short lifespan of the kiss, he felt everything that she felt. The pain, her confusion, even the apology that she was about to give him.

"What I said about marrying you…"

He nearly laughed bitterly when she trailed off and pulled away from her quickly. "Let me guess. You thought you were going to die and told me that you would to give me closure. Now, you don't really mean it."

She frowned at him and squeezed his hand tighter when he tried to pull it out of his grasp. "No," she said, shaking her head, "No, Kyoya. I meant it. I would marry you… if circumstances were different."

"What circumstances?" She sighed. And he vaguely heard the kettle whistle, signaling that the water for her tea was ready. He scowled and went into the back room once more, making her tea with an almost angry manner. He returned and put the cup on the bedside table.

"Kyoya," she said, "I'm Moradian. I'm a Witch. I'm a Kiran fugitive. Most of all though, I'm cursed." She drew in a breath and mumbled, "Kyoya, look at me. I don't want you to misunderstand… Were circumstances different I would marry you but as it is now, I can't."

He was quiet for a long while then he picked up the tea, placed it gently in her hands and asked, "Can't or won't, Haruhi?" He didn't wait to hear a reply. He didn't want to hear it. Because he already knew the answer.

~o~

His sister was the one that found him nearly an hour later in the library, hunched over a book, still angrily flipping the pages. She put a hand on his shoulder but he didn't even jump. "Kyoya," she murmured, "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" he retorted, claiming innocence.

"Haruhi's upset."

"Really now? Seems to me that she has no reason to be. She's not the one that she blatantly refused to marry an hour ago."

"Kyoya… Every woman has her reasons."

"I don't know how much clearer I have to make it that those reasons aren't relevant to the situation."

"As a woman, that's insulting," Fuyumi said, scowling at him. "It's relevant to the way that she sees the situation."

"My intentions are purely innocent. I need to be married by the time I turn 22, or at least engaged. She's the only person I'd even be inclined to do so with. Seems simple enough."

"Did she tell you why she wouldn't?"

"The circumstances. She blamed it purely on the circumstances. Which, to me, do not seem relevant since I couldn't give a damn about whether or not she's cursed, Moradian, a Kiran fugitive, or a Witch." He blurted it without meaning to and silently cursed himself for doing so afterward.

Fuyumi's eyebrows shot up. "Really? Seems like reason enough for me." He glared at her and she smiled slyly. "Kyoya… You know that if Father knew any of that then there was no way that he'd let you marry her."

"Fuyumi," he said blankly, "Father is asleep. He may never wake up. And I could have sworn that being the third son meant that I could almost do anything I damn well pleased because there's no way that I'll get the throne."

"Kyoya… If she's Moradian… There's no way that-."

"I don't care. That's why I haven't told anyone. Why we haven't told anyone. You only know now because it slipped out of my mouth. You wouldn't know looking at her that she's Moradian. Hell, Eastern Moradians look enough like Narians that it's pretty damn hard to tell them apart on sight. You only know that they're actually Moradian when they speak the language and don't know a word of Narian."

"That doesn't change that fact that she's Moradian… Wait… How the hell does she know Narian and Kiran?"

"Grew up in Kira. Only knows Moradian because her father taught it to her while they were living there. Narian too. But that's not the point-."

"How does her father know Kiran and Narian?"

"Fuyumi… Goddammit. It's complicated. I can't explain. That is beside the point though. I don't want to marry some freaking countess or… duchess that Father picks out for me. Most of them-."

"Kyoya, do you remember when I married Fuko?" his sister interrupted quickly. He stared at her. What kind of a question was that?

"Of course. It isn't like I was a little kid, Fuyumi. I was 13."

"Do you remember when Akito was married?"

"Fuyumi, this is hardly relevant. That was only 3 years ago."

"How about Yuiichi?" she continued insistently.

He scowled. "Yes. How is any of this relevant?"

"All of our marriages were arranged, Kyoya. And all of us ended up in love with our spouses."

Kyoya snorted. "I would hardly constitute Akito as being in love with Sachi."

"He was! They didn't always get along but he was in love with her Kyoya!"

"What's your point, Fuyumi?"

"My point? My goddamn point is that Fuko and I were put in an arranged marriage and we love each other, Kyoya! Same with Yuiichi and Mayuri, and Akito and Sachi. We all grew to love and respect the people we were set up with." He raised a single eyebrow, unimpressed. "An arranged marriage can work, dammit!"

"I… don't want one."

"Haruhi refuses to marry you because she doesn't want to hurt you." He looked up at her. "She doesn't want to hurt you or your status as Prince. She doesn't want you to lower your standards for her."

"Lowering my- Lowering my standards?" he repeated, incredulous, "She is above my standards! It's father's damn standards that she's worrying about."

"Then tell her that! Dammit, Kyoya." She stared at him hard then softened her gaze with her next question, "Do you love her?"

"No. Loving her would constitute feelings that wouldn't be possible or good for either of us. I care… about her. She challenges me and I like that."

"Tell her that too!"

"Fuyumi… You don't understand what any of this could entail." She raised an eyebrow in defiance and he said bluntly, "If I fall in love with her, then she has to kill me. It's her curse."

"Did you know that next month would have been Mom and Dad's 42nd anniversary?" He frowned and shook his head at the random fact that she now jumped at him. He had never known exactly how long his parents had been married. Then his frown deepened as he did the math and realized how old each of them had been. "Mom was only 15. Dad was 18. She told me that when I got engaged to Fuko at 15, because I was absolutely terrified, Kyoya. She told me that she was 15 when she was forced to marry Father though and I… It made everything seem better. I was older than she had been; in fact Fuko was younger than me. I had no reason to be afraid. And he was a good man. He is a good man. "

His chest deflated. How had he never known any of this? Perhaps he had just assumed that they had chosen to be married because they had always seemed to be so happy when he had observed them when he was little. That combined with the fact that they hadn't had Yuiichi until his mother was 25 was enough evidence for him to believe that they had married in their twenties. He swallowed and Fuyumi continued softly, "You know what else she told me?"

"Hmm?"

"The Tribal-Filandrian war… Their marriage ended it." He blinked, confusion plastering against his brain for a moment until he finally made the connection.

"Mother was Tribal?"

"The only Princess, Kyoya. Her brother is now the leader of the main tribe. The only thing that keeps him from attacking Filandria in anger at Mom's death is us – her children." She looked at him with a small smile of pride at her mother. "All the Filandrian countries took the Prince they had that was closest to Mom's age and Grandfather let Mom choose. Mom chose Dad. He hated her for it."

"Why?"

"He was in love with Yuzuru's now ex-wife." Kyoya choked on air.

"You're kidding."

"No. I'm not." She smirked in amusement as he stared at her in disbelief. "It took them 8 years, Kyoya. Eight years. And then they had Yuiichi after ten."

"I still can't believe Mother told you everything."

"Not everything… Just… She wanted me to be able to tell you, Akito, and Yuiichi someday. I think somehow she knew that she wasn't going to live long enough to tell the three of you herself."

Something clicked in his mind as soon as she said that. "How would she have known?" he demanded. He thought about it and then murmured, "Unless someone was threatening her specifically." He felt sick. His mother had been murdered and no one had been able to solve it for years. No one had thought to see if anyone had been threatening her. "Someone had to be threatening her."

"Kyoya… You're over-thinking things." He looked at his sister and shook his head. "My point in telling you this wasn't to get you thinking about Mom's death again. You're ready to marry and I know you're going to make a wonderful husband. I'm just trying to prove to you that even if you don't get to marry Haruhi like you want to, there are other options. It's not going to be the end of the world."

He drew in a sigh. "But for God's sake, Kyoya. If you want to be with her that badly then you need to tell her. Even then, if she still refuses then you have to respect her wishes."

"The Filandrian-Tribal War. Damn," he muttered to himself, still not quite believing it. And yet his father had still entered into another war just 22 years later. Fuyumi, her point having been made, stood and squeezed his shoulder before heading toward the entrance of the library.

She stopped after a few feet and turned back to him, a soft smile on the features that looked so much like his mother's. "By the way, Kyoya… I think Mom would have approved of Haruhi."

He drew in a deep breath as her footsteps faded away, processing the information that he'd just been given. Finally, he stood and left.

~o~

When he entered the infirmary, Haruhi was staring at the ceiling. She looked over at him as he strode in. Her expression dimmed slightly. "Kyoya… I'm sorry."

"Don't," he said, "Haruhi, don't. I apologize for overreacting and will respect your wishes."

"I really would. But… I don't-."

"I know. You don't want to hurt me or my status or any of that. Just a thought though… Have you ever thought that I might not care about any of that?"

"One of us has to or we'd end up dead. So I do."

He sighed and shook his head, changing the subject before she got the chance to continue with it. "How is the pain?"

"Painful," she retorted, though he was pleased that she actually sounded a bit more like herself than she had earlier.

"How bad?"

"Can I have some more of that tea?" He chuckled at her expression which hedged between cute sheepishness and actual serious pain. He nodded and leaned over swiftly to press his lips to her forehead.

"I'll be right back."

~o~

"Kyoya?" she asked in the carriage on the way to the Narian Palace a few days later. Neither of them were really used to seeing her amputated leg out in the open yet, so she was covered in a blanket. He was reading.

He looked up. "Yes, Haruhi?"

"Are you mad at me?"

He licked his lips then murmured, "No. No, I'm not. Why would I be?"

She was quiet for a moment then she said, "I… kind of rejected you… Twice."

"Doesn't mean I'm angry. You have your reasons. And however much I might disagree with them, that doesn't mean that I won't respect them all the same. Why would you think I was angry in the first place?"

"You've just been… Quiet the past few days. It worried me."

"Just thinking," he replied, eyes inching back toward his book. She smiled and carefully maneuvered herself to switch seats to his side of the carriage, seating herself directly next to him. He stiffened slightly as she put her head on his shoulder but forced himself to relax almost immediately as to not alarm her.

"About what?" she mumbled tiredly. The carriage ran over a bump in the road and she winced.

"My parents."

"Why?"

He sighed and looked at her. "Fuyumi gave me some… interesting information about them the other day. Next month would have been their 42nd anniversary apparently. And their marriage ended the Filandrian-Tribal War. And Mother was only 15." Haruhi hummed and slipped her hand into the one of his that wasn't holding his book. He sighed. "Do you need something specific?"

She shrugged, but that only made him more curious. He set his book aside. "Haruhi… What is it?" Something was obviously bothering her. Though it bothered him that she wouldn't just say it. It also bothered him that she was being awfully affectionate for someone that had turned down his proposal to marry her just a few days ago. She didn't look at him, just pushed her face into his shoulder. "Haruhi?"

"It hurts," she mumbled into his shirt. Her grip on his hand tightened, nails almost digging into his palm. He drew in a breath and wrapped an arm around her. He'd never been particularly good in the comfort area but he did as he always did for Yuki and pulled her close to him. He didn't have any medicine with him, nor did he have a way to administer it to her anyway.

"I'm sorry I did this to you," he murmured after a moment.

"You didn't."

"I authorized it."

"You saved my life." She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. "Kyoya… You saved my life. Again. That's four times, you realize that?" She sighed and let her head fall back to his shoulder in exhaustion. "And I'll never ever be sorry for that. For knowing you." Her breathing evened out and soon enough she was asleep. He supposed it was best. Sleep would help her recover faster, help keep her from feeling pain. Besides, they had a good three or four hours before they would arrive home. He placed his head on top of the woman in his arms' and figured that it would be safe enough to get a nap of his own in.

~o~

The two woke when they were thrown to the floor of the carriage as it came to a precarious halt. Kyoya blinked sleep from his eyes while Haruhi cried out in pain from her leg getting bumped. A yell from the carriage driver, Aijima, a moment later caused Kyoya to push himself up and out the door, sword drawn.

"What the hell is going on out here?" he demanded.

"Oh look… A Narian Prince strayed from his home." He didn't react to the Moradian language being spoken by the men that had stopped his carriage, just rolled his eyes.

"If you'll please move aside and free my driver. My friend is sick and needs to get home immediately," he growled in their language, angry both from being woken and from this small band of men's attempt to hold up his ride home. He heard Haruhi cry inside the carriage. "And I believe you've just injured her further." He scowled at the Moradians before him, trying to get them to move just by sheer force of will.

"Kyoya!" Haruhi called from inside the carriage. He turned for a moment to look back into the carriage. "What's going on?"

"Just a small hold up with some Moradians," he said back, "Stay there, I can take care of it." He turned back to the band of six men in front of him. "Please let us pass. She'll need medical attention sooner rather than later." One of them spat at his feet and Kyoya had to put a tongue in cheek just to make sure he didn't lunge forward and stab the man to death.

"Why would we care if your lady-friend dies?" one asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"Because she's like you?" he retorted, his scowl slowly becoming replaced with a look of weariness.

"We doubt that," the apparent ringleader claimed.

"By order of the Moradian Princess, let us pass," Haruhi's voice appeared from the carriage door. Kyoya turned and saw her standing on her one good leg in the doorway, wincing every few seconds.

"Haruhi," he said softly, "Go sit down. You shouldn't be up."

"I can help," she replied without looking at him. Then to the men she said, "Well? Move aside. I highly doubt that my father would be pleased to know that you stopped the carriage taking me to safety when I'm in this state." She gestured to her leg.

"Moradian Princess? Right."

"You're forgetting that she died though."

"Was slaughtered by Narian soldiers."

"Seems more like a Narian Prince's lover, to me."

Their grumbles echoed around the group and Haruhi scowled a bit. "He's never done anything to any of you," Haruhi said then she turned her tired eyes to Kyoya and added, "He's better than his father. And one day when he's King I'm sure that he'll bring Moradian equality to Nari."

A few of the men snorted and one even spat at her feet. Haruhi's ice cold gaze shot to him. "I don't want to use force," she said angrily, "I don't want bloodshed."

"You have no guards, lady."

She sighed and looked at Kyoya. "Where are my old clothes? The ones I was wearing when I got to Pait?"

"Back at the castle. I searched them and threw them out. There was too much blood on them," he said, looking puzzled.

"There was something in my pockets… A stone and some packets?" He nodded in realization and gently pushed past her back into the carriage to rummage through his luggage while she stared at the men. They stared back at her curiously.

"You'll notice that unlike him-" she jerked her head back toward Kyoya "-I have no accent. Narian or otherwise." Finally Kyoya returned and she took the stone in her hands. Acting completely on instinct without really knowing what she was doing, she cupped it in her hands, whispering under her breath until it glowed. She smiled at it as it showed a gently shifting picture of her parents on the surface of the small stone. She drew in a breath, sensing Kyoya looking over her shoulder. "That's why she called it her good luck charm," she muttered to herself as the picture changed to one of her as a baby. "Help me get closer to them."

Kyoya swallowed and though he really didn't want to get her any closer to these men that probably wanted nothing more than to kill them, he obeyed by picking her up carefully and carrying to up to the ring leader. The man looked unimpressed with the picture of the baby until if changed to the Moradian seal and he jumped back and bowed immediately.

"I apologize for disrupting your trip," he said in a thick voice, stepping back while the other men stared at her like she had hypnotized their leader. She silently put the stone away and swallowed.

"Thank you," she mumbled, leaning her head against Kyoya's chest as he carried her back into the carriage. Their disgruntled driver climbed back up to his post.

"Wait," one of the men called just before Kyoya closed the door. "Who is she?"

Kyoya smirked and nodded his head at them. "The woman who's going to save you all."

Though none of them really seemed very satisfied with that answer they let them go while Haruhi, sitting in the carriage, her body angled against Kyoya's as she tried not to cry, looked at them through the small window until they were gone. Her companion's arm tightened around her. "Good job," he murmured.

"Are they always like that?" she asked hesitantly. "So… cold and cruel."

"I'm not really sure. That's the first time I haven't been with my father down here. Seems like it's lucky that you were with me. They probably would have killed me without a second thought."

"They're just angry," she said softly, "Your father took everything from them. Their own culture has practically been stamped out."

"I know." He sighed and pulled her closer. "He's a bastard like that. Destroyed your life too if I remember correctly."

She shrugged. "He didn't singlehandedly do it. My grandmother played her part too. I don't mind though. Growing up in Kira wasn't that bad. In fact I think it was actually pretty good." He hummed under his breath in thought. "I can go back to sleep now, right?" she asked. He nodded. "Good." He chuckled as she pulled up the blanket around her and snuggled up against him. He returned to his book, noting that they were now heading directly north and now had approximately two hours till they got home.

~o~

Kyoya had just set a sleeping Haruhi down on the bed when Yuiichi entered the room. He quickly brought a silencing finger to his lips and gently pushed past his brother into the hallway. "Father's awake," Yuiichi said, immediately sending apprehension striking into the younger's heart.

"Alright," he muttered after a moment.

"Akito's with him."

Kyoya let out a short growl. He was no doubt telling their father all about his small span as King as well as Haruhi. And no doubt he was making it seem as bad as possible. "What's he saying?"

"What do you think?" Yuiichi asked. The younger ran a hand through his hair and grunted in frustration. "How's Haruhi?"

"Lost a leg and in a lot of pain, but she's alright otherwise. She's sleeping."

"Yuki's been dying to see her."

"Probably wouldn't be best… At least not until Haruhi gets her prosthetic leg."

"What happened exactly?"

"She escaped from the army only to be attacked by a litriad before she could reach Pait. Two litriads actually… I'm surprised she survived, honestly."

"You know Father's going to want to know you're engaged…"

"We aren't. She won't marry me. She's too afraid."

"Why is she afraid? She seems to like you well enough…"

"Yuiichi she's… complicated. She's afraid that she'll hurt me. That I'll fall in love with her or she'll ruin my status and other stuff like that, that I don't really care about." He scowled and looked away from his brother. "I'm guessing that Uherfa wants to see me?"

"Soon, yes."

Kyoya somehow refrained from swearing. Considering his internal feelings toward his father the last few weeks, he didn't want to accidentally lose his temper. He nodded his head at Yuiichi and, frowning, turned back into his bedroom.

Haruhi was somehow fully awake and stared at him questioningly as he came into the room. He knew she wanted to know what had happened. She always wanted to know. "My father's awake, Haruhi," he said quietly. "Would you allow Yuiichi to give you your tea while I go see him?" She just nodded and he strode over to her. He looked down at her silently, contemplating in his own mind.

"What are you going to tell him about me?"

"That you got into an accident with a litriad. No need to say anything more." His fingers brushed her hair out of her eyes gently as he thought. Then he sighed and added, "He's going to expect that I'm engaged, Haruhi."

"I already told you-."

"I know. That doesn't change the fact that he's going to expect it. I hate it too." He was silent for a moment as he sat on the edge of the bed next to her. She slipped her hand into his and sighed a bit. "I don't know what I'm going to do about that."

"Just… Tell him…" She drew in a breath and then muttered in a voice soft enough that he almost couldn't hear her, "Tell him that we are." He stared at her. "It'll save problems and later, after the war, we can say it didn't work out."

"You'll need a ring." She shrugged. He swallowed then leaned over her, pressing his lips to hers gently. "You're sure you can handle pretending something else?"

She nodded. "It's significantly easier knowing that I don't have to worry about the Kiran army anymore," she mumbled. Her lips brushed against his, something that he just barely stopped himself from reacting to. He blinked and stood. "You should go." He nodded and let himself out of the room, leaving her to sleep.

"Yuiichi," he said, poking his head into his brother's bedroom. The older Ohtori raised an eyebrow. "Give Haruhi her tea, please. Meadowsweet and white willow bark. I'm going to see Father." Yuiichi nodded once and let him leave.

And then all at once he was standing in front of her father's bedroom, somewhere that he hadn't been in at least three weeks if not more. He took a deep breath and knocked before entering the dragon's lair itself.

~o~

A/N: Seems like a good enough place to stop. Teehee. Anyone surprised? Also… It just occurred to me to ask, but how does everyone do with the length of chapters? I know that some people like short and others like long. Personally, I'm a lengthy person. That is not dirty.

Errrrr… Anyway. This is my second chapter this month… Finished before I even sent the last one to Koharu. I guess this will just ensure that I update once a month if I have a backup of chapters.

Kudos to: BlackRose, lilsketcher617, WonderingStarNightmare117, Goldpen, Victoria5624, Magpie09, isara-love, RinHikari, and The Last Fallen Angel.

Anywho. This is 13 pages. Love me, yes. And I apologize since it seems to me that Kyoya is slightly out of character. Blargh.