HOLY SH~T! Things are moving fast. Oh, sorry for not updating! Sorry! I started school again, and I am busy, but I will do my best. I think everyone will like this chapter. Anyways, enjoy and review!

Ciel's POV

I can't stand to look at them anymore, so I back up from their car return to mine. As I walk, I hear a door slam behind me, and I turn to see Bard coming straight towards me. I think the rain stunts my perception as I feel rather than see the fist that comes in contact with my cheek.

I stumble back, and I rub my quickly swelling skin. The cold water falling from the sky cools my heated cheek and my bubbling anger. Before I can scream, he beats me to it.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"Me? You just fucking punched me, you asshole!" I retort.

"You betta get da fuck away from us, Ciel. You already messed 'im up. What more do ya want?!" I step back as his accent starts becoming more noticeable. He can't suppress it when he becomes serious or angry, and I can tell that he is both.

"What are you talking about?" How insane was he? It is Sebastian messing me up, not the other way around. Bard accusing me of such frivolous and inane claims is making me irrationally mad. So much so that I blurt out the most ridiculous thing I probably ever said because the words were meant for me, not Bard. "Are you so afraid that me being around him is going to hurt your relationship with him? Are you that insecure?"

He shakes his head and takes a menacing step forward. "Ya know, what? You're an idiot and bastard. But worst of all, you're a horrible friend." He spins around and starts walking away from me. He stops, and he runs his hand through his wet hair. "He's gonna hate ya one day," he voices with his back facing me. "If ya keep being how ya are, livin' the way ya do, treatin' him like that, itta be you who ends up alone." He shakes his head and retreats back to the car.

The rear lights glow bright red before the left blinker goes off as the car gets back onto the highway. I can only remain still as his words assault my heart. He's going to hate me. Hate me. That four letter word, that statement saturates me more than the rain does, and I feel like I am drowning in the fear of how true Bard's warning might be.

It's not fair. I think that as I slosh my feet through the puddles of water. It's not fair for him to hate me. I don't deserve it. Not the way he does. I didn't leave him. He left me. I didn't cut off all communication from him for seven years. He did. He has no reason to hate me. None.

I finally make it to my car. As I try to safely make it back to my place, I enter the never ceasing war that occurs within me. To love him or hate him, which one do I want? If I love him, could I let my resentment and bitterness I hold for him go? I highly doubt that I can. But if I keep it in me, would he grow to hate me? I can't stand him hating me, but I can't stand not having his love, either. I am stuck in the middle.

What am I afraid of? Of course, I know the answer. I am afraid of letting myself fall blindly for him because the chance that he wouldn't be there to catch me is an absolute. How can he if he is busy holding Bard in his arms? He would just let me fall, and it would be me dying on the floor while he remains unscathed. What's the difference, though? It is always me hurting, anyways. Me, who is always stuck in the past, reliving my pain like moments of déjà vu.

I am coming close to my condo, but I quickly pass it. I had already said that I would enjoy the time I had with Sebastian even if it broke me, so why am I being a coward all of a sudden? What did I have to lose? Nothing. I didn't have his love, but I didn't have his hate, too.

Bard is right. I am a horrible friend. Because I intend to steal his man from him, and if I can't, I am going to thoroughly take pleasure in trying.

Sebastian's POV

I wake up in a panic. I gasp for air and fling my arms around in attempts to find something solid for me to grip, to hold. My arms are grabbed, and my eyes hurriedly try to distinguish the source of restraint. It's Bard and around him are my family. I start to calm down as I see there worried faces.

"What happened?" I ask. My throat gives me resistances, and I can tell immediately that my voice is hoarse.

Bard glances to my parents, and they subtly give a shake of their heads. He sighs. "Nothing. You just…you just had a bad day." I want to press on, but by their expressions, I know they want me to drop the issue, so I do. What's the point in making them upset?

"What's the last the thing you remember, honey?" I read from my mom's lip. I squint as I try to recall my last memory.

"Um…Bard was driving me to meet Ciel at his company. I think I was going to ask him to dinner or something." Bard looks uneasy, but he turns his face away from me to hide it. "I guess he said no." I whisper to nobody.

They all look at each other, and then behind me. Serena gets up from her seat, and she walks out of the room. Everyone tenses up, and Bard abruptly stands. I peer over my shoulder to see a soaked Ciel. A soaked Ciel with a developing bruise on his cheek. I jump to my feet and race to him. I cup his untarnished cheek to inspect the other.

"How?" I know my voice is hoarse, but it is not difficult to hear my desperation to know the answer.

His eyes strays to my right, but then shifts back to me. I follow his line of sight, only to see Bard with his fist curled up. Ciel couldn't possibly mean that Bard did it, right? "Bard?" Bard nods, understanding the situation. "Why?" It is directed at both of them, but I keep my eyes glued to Ciel.

He doesn't say anything. All he does is take my hand into his and pulls me outside of my home. Bard begins to follow us, but I mouth for him to stay, and he does with visible reluctance.

He stops us right outside the door. He lifts his chin up, letting the moon hit his features, and though his perfect face is damaged, he is still the most beautiful person I've ever seen. "I'm yours." I blink. And blink. And blink because what I just read from his lips couldn't have been real.

"What?"

He laughs. His mouth curves up, and his white teeth blind me as he does it. "I'm yours, so will you be mine?"

Where is this coming from? Why is he suddenly saying this to me? Why does he look…different? Happier? Even with all these questions, my hearts responds before my brain can even formulate an answer. "I have always been yours. Always."