Kyori hadn't known what to make of anything anymore. Her last weekend was a rollercoaster that she had no commitments to. But that hadn't changed what has transpired between her, Shisui, and Fu. How she had managed to ruin things without any intentions of hurting Shisui in particular had left her a resentful, sobbing mess the entire weekend. Up until her parents found her. Then she became a grounded drunken mess that had to explain herself. And while Hizume was very sympathetic, Danzo was quite ecstatic about her relationship status. But like Hizume, he had a hard time seeing his child turn to alcohol. Although she felt so guilty and helpless about how things ended between her and Shisui, Kyori didn't bother telling her parents the entire truth. She wasn't sure how her father would take it if he had known about her "moment" with Fu. So she would allow him to believe that she got shitfaced because Shisui finally wronged her, instead of telling him that it was her that pained the Uchiha. All of which had only taken place to prove a point...

And man, had it cost her.

The eldest Shimura child was stripped of all her privileges once again, and was to be monitored the minute Kinoto was done with his... obligations. There would be no room for boys, mistakes, and spending time on her own as she clearly didn't appreciate the endless chances that she was gifted. But the worst part of it all was that she had a lot more visits lined up with Inoichi.

"Tampon!"

Kyori groaned at the sound of the tween's voice as she opted to ignore him. If it was up to her, she would stay in the comforts of her room for as long as possible. She wasn't ready to step out into the world, and to really mask it all nor was she ready to face the consequences.

She couldn't believe all that transpired. If Fu had decided to talk to her a few months ago, she would've been elated and would deliberately pick things up where they had left off… had there been no need for a fresh start because it's what she's always wanted. She just wanted a fair shot with the Yamanaka, to not have to sneak around or lie to her father about who she had been with. More than that, she would've been so happy if they could rectify all of their wrongs and just— love each other, the right way. But after being with Shisui and for such a brisk time, Kyori wondered if she had ever, truly loved Fu.

If she had, she would've never put the Yamanaka in the position to have hurt Maki in the first place. He may have gone behind her back to date the girl, and even made her his deep secret, but no one was forcing Kyori to continuously lay in bed with him while making a villain out of them both. It was her fault for giving him the option to cheat and lie! Just like it was her fault that he constantly cursed himself for the choices he made. And last, it was her fault that she was so unhappy with her love life and her home life that she ran off only to come back and ruin everything! It was like she never left; Kyori corrupted things, and would miraculously hurt whoever got in the way of what she wanted.

Fu was just mirroring her behavior.

She knew that there was no way she could ever place how she felt for Fu in the column of love after understanding all of the hurt she caused him over the years. And Kyori came to not only recognize it, but embrace it all as that night had shown her that she was willing to hurt him. Whether it was verbally, physically, sexually or emotionally, she did it with bad intentions. And she couldn't blame the alcohol all too much.

Kyori did it all without a sense of remorse with her promising relationship with Shisui as a motive. She knew she felt for the charming Uchiha, so much more than she had for Fu. With Shisui the burgundette could dream, and see something progressing for the entirety of her life. Was her feelings for Shisui more akin to love than anything she's ever experienced before?

Kyori then curled up into the fetal position, her knees now pressing into her chest as she was hoping to fold herself out of existence. There was no way the love she had felt for Fu could ever amount to what she was currently feeling for Shisui. And while the idea alone scared her, she felt relieved among what was to be expected.

"Stop being a cow, and come down for breakfast with me."

"Don't make me barge in," her baby brother's threat was enough for the burgundette to release a huff and remove herself from her beddings. Even though she didn't remotely have an appetite, she would join him on their little walk to the kitchen.

"You look uglier than usual." The boy uttered the moment she stepped out of her room. While his brows laced together, the comment was left ignored as Kyori didn't have it in her to scold him. "Is there something wrong? Perhaps you'd like some ice cream?"

"I'm not on my period, but thanks for trying to understand." Kyori smiled, bringing her bloodshot eyes onto his concerned inky ones. "I'm just in a really bad mood," She mumbled before carefully heading down the steps.

"Is it about your little boyfriend?" Sai questioned, tired of the run around. Kyori opened her mouth to refute the entire question, but the pale boy beat her to it. "Is the Shisui's penis not to your liking? How unfortunate, my friend Sasuke ha-"

"SAI?! What the hell?" Kyori exclaimed and due to her shock, she laughed. Then her face burned as she took time to register the words her baby brother was saying. "This is wrong in so many ways…" she muttered before an admonishing scowl littered her face. "You shouldn't say things like that, ever. Especially about your friend!"

"But it's true. The Uchiha's are well endowed." He stated evenly, not understanding her disgusted expression. "Back to you and your boyfriend, what's the matter? Is he not big enough?"

"Nothing is wrong with Shisui's penis! I-" She shook her head as her cheeks burned and flamed, mentally scolding herself for even answering Sai's question. "Ugh, he's not my boyfriend!" She quickly thundered and busied herself with getting down the steps carefully. with tidying up once Sai was finished eating. It's what Hizume would have wanted. "And he's definitely not my friend anymore…" she softly frowned as she ignored her baby brother's discerning, yet impartial gaze.

"Well, you must have done something wrong." The youngest Shimura leaned against the hall as he observed his sister. "Have you tried apologizing?" He suggested, matter-of-factly. "And I mean actually saying sorry." He made sure to emphasize.

Kyori looked away, muttering in defeat as she thought of all the times she outright chased the Uchiha only for her pleas to fall on deaf ears. "I tried..."

"You should try again," Sai advised, making her question her life all the more. How is it the boy with hardly any knowledge of social ques could shed light on her situation. "No mistake is big enough to keep the two of you apart if he is dear to you. That's what Naruto basically would say."

"Maybe I will…" The older Shimura truly didn't think Shisui would accept an apology, let alone would he want to hear anything she had to say about her mishap with Fu. But she really felt horrible for hurting Shisui as it was something that she never had intentions of doing. She scooped the sprouting ravenette into her embrace, surprising him with her earnest smile and a tender kiss to the cheek. "Thanks Sai," she murmured and as she held him tightly, he patted her back with a blush coloring his cheeks profusely. "And thank Naruto-chan for me too."

"Yes okay, now get off me." the boy smiled, uncomfortably.

"Finally, you both decided to join us for breakfast," The father of three grumbled now that all of his children were present.

Kyori rolled her eyes and took her usual seat at the table, nine feet away from Danzo. Her scowl was as present as always while she silently eating among her family. The girl hardly paid her father any attention as he continue to move his trap. All that she had picked up was that they would be going on a trip for their anniversary. Then the man turned his beady brown eye on her, displeased at the lack of attention she gave him before he coughed with purpose.

"Kyori," Danzo's voice was as authoritative as it was on the battlefield, "While we are gone, I'd expect nothing short of you continuing to abide by the rules. There will be no visits from the Uchiha boy, no partying, and no extra curriculums as you are to stick to your studies. Prove your worth and you will be granted another chance."

"Of course," She muttered, dismissing his scowl with an eyeroll. He really didn't have to worry about Shisui or anybody coming around anymore. And if she was certain, Fu had been the one to confirm and ensure that.

"I'm serious, I don't want any more surprises out of you. So stay away from him!"

Kyori raised a brow, nibbling at her bacon. "There wouldn't be any surprises if you had just left it alone in the first place. But you're just so concerned about me being with him that you can't seem to worry about someone else." she almost smirked as her father glared at her. "Relax, it's not like he would come see me and he definitely won't come to see you." She quipped but she hadn't felt victorious. "I hope you're happy. You got what you wanted," she grumbled, feeling bitter.

Kyori had a feeling her father knew what was going on. While he may have not known about her thing with Fu, she was sure that he tasked the auburn haired teen to keep tabs on her as well as demolish her relationship with Shisui. Despite seeing how much she was hurting, her father was all too… relieved to not be a part of it all.

"Kyori," Her mother hissed with a warning tone. Hizume stepped into the kitchen wearing large darkly tinted shades, a crème colored flowing dress that her husband bought her, minimal jewelry and makeup, and had a scarf wrapped loosely over her kinky maroon hair. "That's no way to talk to him, young lady!" she scolded. "And I don't know what's going on here but you need to stop projecting onto your father!"

"Exactly, that's no way to treat me, your benevolent father." Danzo pulled his wife onto his lap, grinning victoriously as his daughter crossed her arms over her chest. Hizume shot him an annoyed look, he was sure the woman was close to gritting her teeth. Under her scrutiny, he cleared his throat and discarded his grin. "What I meant to say was…" he cleared his throat before lowering his gaze what she had assumed was feigned sorrow. "I just don't want to see my baby girl like that again. Friday night should not be a recurring thing."

Kyori lowered her eyes in shame and immediately, tears prickled at the corners of her eyes after blurring her vision. She recalled how her parents found her after coming home from dinner with Sai. She was a shivery, drunken mess that was showcasing her misery as she laid out on the front lawn, the empty bottle Her face blistered all over with embarrassment at how she had both frightened and disappointed them. Once again.

"I know it was a mistake and I forgive you. Now, I'm expecting you to be responsible for Sai and mostly, Shin."

"Hey!" the pale haired teen glared at his father, smacking his lips as Sai held back a snicker. "A man doesn't need a babysitter!"

"Please, I'm more of a man than you," The preteen jabbed confidently, hoping to relieve the atmosphere of tension.

Still, the father and daughter glared at each other and the tension grew, permeating the air and ruining the ambiance of the room. It was as if chilling sparks were flowing through them.

"Are we clear, daughter?"

"I don't think we are." Kyori scoffed as he tossed an authoritative glare her way, "I did make a mistake, but it wasn't Shisui."

Appalled, Danzo banged his fist onto the table before peering at his rebellious child. "How can you say that after how we found you?!"

"I've had enough of this – this damn bickering!" Hizume exclaimed while snatching off her shades. Slamming them down on the table, she eyed her husband and daughter both, huffing in disappointment. "When we come back, I want you to invite Shisui-kun over and I want for your father to apologize."

Kyori's eyes were wide and full of panic at the words as she profusely disagreed with the idea, along with her father. Both raised out of their seats, exclaiming.

"Honey, did you not hear me say that I don't want that filth in my home? What makes you think I'd apologize to him?"

"Mom, I don't think I can do that. Shisui and I are-"

"Hush it!" the homemaker firmly instructed, making her child and husband come to a halt. She brought her shaded eyes in Kyori's direction. "You don't get to tell me no, so figure out a way to get him over here. Next Friday at 7 pm and no later," Hizume ordered before snapping her attention to her husband. "And you! You'll be getting an earful on the ride to and from Suna if you don't stop picking at her and the boy. You need to make this right Danzo!" She told him then unwrapped herself from his arms to hand her daughter her medication and a small box. "I'm trusting you to get things done around here, and when I get back, I better not be disappointed."

Kyori groaned at her luck, then she groaned at the pills handed to her. So much for the usual morning.

With fifteen minutes to spare, Kyori swiftly entered the school. She was uncontrollably breathless as she hardly had time to brace herself before strutting down the halls, in hopes of gathering all her materials before her class. Even though it had taken some getting used to, being without both Kinoto and Shisui walking beside her, the burgundette felt extremely alone, almost naked and if she were being honest, she was quite fearful.

Kyori could feel an excessive number of eyes on her, and it didn't help her feel less paranoid when she would find herself reiterating all the mean things people said about her in passing. And for the life of her, she couldn't remember a name or a face she's met –personally – that had spoken them. All except Fu, Shisui, and of course, the ridiculously consistent: Maki.

Guilt-ridden, bloodshot umber eyes fixed on the seemingly furious girl stomping in the middle of the walkway. 'Did he tell her?' she pondered with a grimace, hoping he didn't. Almost immediately Kyori assumed her question was answered as she recognized the strawberry blond leaning against a locker. An aloof expression was glued to the Yamanaka's face as he endured the onslaught of spiteful words.

But it didn't seem as though he told Maki about what went down. He couldn't have if the slender girl was directing all her anger towards him and not her.

"You're such a deceitful piece of shit!" Maki huffed at the sight of him rolling his eyes as if that was old news. "You really are!"

"If that's how you feel, fine." Fu shrugged as he took in the girl's face reddening in anger. "But I don't want to be with you anymore."

"You can't just say that when you pushed me past this point!" She snapped back, loudly and her brows furrowed tightly, showing great concern. "Why can't you understand that we were supposed to be together, or that I'm better for you?!"

Kyori subconsciously had clutched onto her bag in hopes of halting the forceful quivering. She brought her head down and took careful strides to her locker, unable to exercise her confident, and collected gait. She felt uneasy at the hostility taken place and had wanted nothing to do with it even though she knew that it was all her fault.

They probably wouldn't have broken up if her and Fu hadn't seen each other last night. But according to the Yamanaka, he was going to hurt Maki regardless. It still didn't feel good to be a large contributor in them breaking up. She felt that she already had enough conflict, and the last thing she needed was Maki coming at her over a guy that never cared. Small and inconspicuous she remained as she practically yanked her locker open and collected her things.

God, she wished that she could've stayed home!

Kyori huffed as she mentally groused, pulling out her brand new phone. 'I really have to thank mom for giving me this!' the burgundy haired girl brought her eyes up once more, hoping to see a familiar face – one that found hers pleasant – in the crowd. But there was no Izumi… not even Itachi. And after last Friday night, she knew not to look for Shisui. Maybe she could call Kinoto?

The teen let out a heavy sigh as she closed her locker and proceeded with heading to class. Kyori's body grew tenser as she knew at some point she would have to face an angry Shisui, along with an angrier Maki. And so, she swam through thickets of students, growing closer to the main attraction despite not wanting to. The Shimura girl did not want to see them, nor did she want to hear them, but she didn't have much of a choice with how loud Maki was yelling.

"You're really causing a scene because I want to break up." The pokerfaced Yamanaka, bit the inside of his cheek to forget about his embarrassment as he locked eyes with the girl, hissing in warning, "Maki, you need to calm down and respect my wishes."

"No Fu!" Maki shouted as tears formed in her eyes and were free to roll down her cheeks, "I'm so fucking tired of trying to keep the peace and satisfy you in each and every way when you don't appreciate shit unless it's cumming inside that fucking maroon headed slut!"

At this, Kyori cringed, the crowd held a gasp as their eyes scattered, they were most definitely looking for her now as they began to chatter. Fu hardly reacted to those words. Instead he held himself with high esteem, his eyes intent on the girl crying beside him. "This doesn't have to be about her, and you know it." He denied curtly and faced her baleful glowering. "Why can't you accept that I don't want you?"

"Oh my god, that's a load of bullshit!" Maki screamed, jutting her index in his unmoving face. "Look at you! Why do you feel the need to defend her if it isn't?!" she snapped back with a heated scowl.

"Damn it, Maki! I'm not defending her!" he finally shouted, making the lot flinch as they were enthralled with the drama taking place.

"No matter what she's done… it's like her pussy has teeth and they're sunk so deeply into you." Her jade gaze sharpened in disgust, "You can't even see that since she's returned, you treat me like I'm chopped liver. But when she was gone, you loved me!"

Fu bit back an apology for showcasing his frustrations then released a lengthy exhale."Look, I understand why you're angry with me. And I'm not saying Kyori shouldn't be held accountable for what she's done to us both, but I don't want to do this with you. I'm unhappy."

"You're… u-unhappy? How the fuck do you think I feel?!" Maki catechized with a dry, bitter laugh, following soon after. "Are you serious? Just— tell the truth!" She heaved softly as her throat began to ache from all the yelling. Growing tired of staring into his unreadable amber gaze, the dark haired girl looked down. "You haven't complained or felt any different until she came back, so don't fucking tell me it has nothing to do with her, and don't fucking tell me that this whole time you were unhappy when I gave you everything!" she thundered while her hot tears trickled freely, stinging him.

"You're right you were good to me, and I have tried for your sake. But there was nothing you could've done and I'm sorry for letting this go on when I knew better." Fu showcased a grimace as his eyes clashed with her watery ones. He was trying to be nice about it but she wouldn't let him go so easily."Maki you need to understand that being with you was more convenient than pursuing Kyori. I never meant to take us seriously, I should have left you alone but I was being selfish."

"So now what?! Are you trying to make it right by breaking up with me while you're seeing that bitch again? Is that what this is?" Maki's voice trembled with heart break. Hearing the hurt had Kyori's stomach churning, despite the girl being a pain in her ass since she's returned, she felt guilty and was almost brought to tears. "I bet she put you up to this since the bitch suddenly wants to do things the right way."

Adding onto Kyori's queasy stomach, a few eyes dropped onto her crouched form. They were probably blaming her too, they were sick of her ruining good things too. The burgundy haired girl trudged her way to the edge of the crowd with misty eyes. She couldn't stomach anymore.

"No," the Yamanaka spoke evenly.

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not seeing her Maki-"

"Then where were you a few nights ago?" the girl interjected, her watering jade eyes lingered on the red head that made no move to talk. "You blew me off to see her, didn't you?"

"Maki…" Fu practically blew hot steam out his nose, huffing in defeat he revealed, "Okay, I saw her."

"I fucking knew it!" She screeched with angry tears smeared all over her face. "Y-you know what? This isn't over," she whispered as her heart continuously broke. "Fuck you and that bitch that you're so obsessed with!" Ridding her face of raw pain, Maki sniveled as she began to walk away but not without smacking the Yamanaka. Then, her airy green eyes scanned the crowd and it only took a moment for them to lock on Kyori's. The intensity in her stare had the Shimura stunned with guilt and an uncontrollable shiver ran down her spine. Yeah, it wasn't over until she got told off too. Thankfully, the bell rung, indicating that it wasn't the time for another confrontation. Not yet.

Kyori sighed, not looking forward to the rest of the day. If Kinoto didn't come for her, things were going to get considerably tougher.

Kinoto still was nowhere to be found as Kyori was rolling into her fourth class of the day. Luckily, she hasn't had to face Shisui as of yet. The dark haired male made sure to be seated elsewhere as if she had leprosy, and while him staying far away hadn't felt good, it did feel appropriate. Not to mention, being so close to Shisui would only remind her of what she had done with Fu … with him in mind. And her heart would weep all over again when she was reminded of how much she had hurt him.

Without much thought, her java brown eyes burned onto his frame that sifted through the throng of seats, and her eyes threatened to brew with tears as he grew further away from her because of what she had done the night before.

"Shisui-kun, what are you doing?!" the balding man shrieked the moment the Uchiha placed himself besides a stone-faced, blonde.

"Taking a seat," The boy answered as if their teacher was missing a few brain cells.

"You cannot just change your seating arrangement as you please! Not without consulting with me first," Onoki informed him, hoping that the entire class got the memo.

Kyori watched with a sunken heart, he seemed to deflate at the reality that he would have to spend an hour beside her. The Uchiha openly frowned as he collected his things and made a b-line to their spot adjacent to both the windows and the miniature library section at the back of the class. His eyes were diligent in avoiding her everything as he was not over the situation and he wasn't all that enthused to possibly talk with her.

"Hey," the Shimura chimed, her mood began to tank its way into the pits of hell when he ignored her and continued to jot down notes for the lesson. She truly hadn't expected him to shrug off her wrong doings but the burgundette also didn't think he would ignore her completely. "Can you at least try to be cordial for our grade?" she pushed as he kept his eyes upfront.

Shisui pressed his together, making a thin line in defeat as her hickory gaze was detected through his peripheral. He really wish he didn't have to see her face, or hear her voice. But here he was, being assaulted by her existence. Had he known Onoki was going to be a stickler, he would've ditched and made up the credits after school. Anything was better than sharing space with Kyori right about now.

"Shisui!"

Ugh he couldn't even stand her saying his name anymore. What made it worst was that he kinda enjoyed her pouts and found her whining to be sort of cute. The Uchiha told himself, if it weren't for their predicament, he would revel in her giving him so much attention. But right now was not the time to gloat. At the end of the day, she disrespected all that they were to each other by lying and basically cheating.

"Don't you think it's already enough that I'm sitting here?" he retorted swiftly, not missing how she blanched at his words. Sighing the Uchiha male ran his fingers through his hair listlessly as he didn't take any chances at catching her gaze. "Just leave me be."

Kyori really didn't like the sound of that. Letting him go would only solidify the end to their friendship too. "I really am sorry about that night, I was wrong for being impulsive and inconsiderate. I just wanted Fu to understand that I will never go back to him."

"And you did that by fucking him? Classic." Shisui snorted, shaking his head at that idea.

"I didn't fuck him!"

"From the smirk on his face I couldn't tell."

Shisui almost cursed, and he brought his head onto the table as he was ashamed that he lost his cool over a girl. But Kyori wasn't just any girl to him, and seeing as people were beginning to murmur and snicker about, they must've held the same sentiments.

"Kyori, language! You and Shisui need to keep your personal affairs outside of the classroom!" the old man barked. "The next time you two interrupt my class, I will have to discipline the both of you!"

The two teens faced forward, muttering apologies and promises to not distract their classmates. But once Onoki resumed with the lesson plan, the burgundette turned to the raven haired male with a discomfited expression.

"I just thought he wanted for the both of us to move on. It wasn't my intentions to hurt you."

"Right." The Uchiha opted to ignore the urge to dunk into those warm fudge eyes and brought his attention back onto Onoki. There was no way he would just forgive her. Whether she was telling him the truth or not, it didn't change the fact that she was with another guy when they were taking steps to be exclusive. Nor did it change the fact that she went behind his back and entertained Fu after avoiding him for days for being concerned about their situation. It was in Shisui's best interest for them to part ways since she couldn't seem to leave the Yamanaka alone. "Like I said before I don't believe you."

"Kinoto? Kinoto!" Kyori muttered into the phone, peering over her shoulder every few seconds or so. Nothing seemed to change, and that included the churning in her stomach. She needed to get out of here. Now. "Can you get down here? Yes or no?" she said in a low voice as she eyed teens rallying in the hallway.

"I wish I could, but-"the kinky haired girl flinched at the loud scuffling she heard on the other line. "Your father has me doing paperwork." Kyori felt more weight dropping on her chest at his words, it meant that he probably couldn't take her home or accompany her for the rest of the day.

"Look, I'll be there to pick you up in a bit—gotta go." Blinking back tears of frustration, she placed the phone back into her sweater before heading towards her locker for her packed lunch. With only three more classes to go, she blew out a breath and carried herself into the cafeteria. Then she saw Maki with a few girls on her far right, glaring at her as if this day couldn't get any worse.

"There's that fucking bitch."

"Dirt whore!"

The Shimura ignored their words, as she brought her eyes on the table of Uchihas. She hesitated to walk in that direction as she was not a fan of being where she was not wanted, but more so, she could tell she placed a bad taste in Shisui's mouth and she didn't want to ruin his lunch too-

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?!"

Kyori paused, then continued walking into the cafeteria. She decided it would be best to sit by herself and give Shisui the space and peace he deserved. And she too would've appreciated the tranquility that was bred by being alone but it had grown short as Maki followed her closely, definitely in the mood to antagonize her. But the Shimura hardly cared. Infact, she felt as though she was getting what she deserved. She understood that she played a big part in hurting both Shisui and Maki, equally.

"What? You thought I was going to let you off scot-free? This is all your fault!" she shoved the burgundy haired girl who then stumbled. The burgundette's face almost met the edge of a bench if it weren't for her knocking against the table that broke her fall.

"Great, so now I have to deal with you touching me too." Kyori bit out with uncensored venom as she glared harshly at the girl. She had not like being touched, but Maki was ignorant of that. And the shrieking girl grew closer until she was inches away. Kyori backed up as she didn't really want to entertain Maki and her crew. "I'm just trying to eat after having a shit day, so if I were you—I'd get out of my sight."

The dark haired girl giggled at the threatening words, her jade gaze falling on the shorter girl as her friend spat, "That was so cute! Maybe we can teach this bitch a few tricks like the dog she is."

Kyori rolled her eyes. "What the fuck do you want with me Maki?"

"I want to know what did you do to Fu for him to try to breaking up with me? Did you put him up to this?"

"Try? Maki, he dumped you this morning." This time, the burgundette was scoffing loud enough to gain even more eyes onto their interaction, a crowd was definitely forming while Kyori was occupied with catching Maki's heated jade glare. "You're as delusional as Fu if you think I want him."

"Cut the shit." The dark haired girl pointed an accusing finger at the Shimura girl while her friends blocked off any hopes of escaping. Not that Kyori wanted to, she knew exactly what was coming and she wasn't trying to avoid it nor was she deserving. "You fucked my boyfriend, I know he came by to see you!"

"I don't know… Did I?" the Shimura girl pettily mused, shrugging. "I wouldn't consider it fucking, but it was close enough to him." By the horrid look on the girl's face, Kyori was certain that Fu hadn't told her about their last night together. "He came by, begging for me to leave Shisui and take him back and I said no. He even said that he was going to leave you but I didn't believe he would actually do it."

"We did not break up! I'm just giving him space so stay away from him bitch!"

"Right, and I'm the one forcing him to cheat on you. Let's keep up with the lies." The irked burgundette glowered as she was not in the mood to banter.

"Lies?! How can that be when you're the bitch that likes to fuck other people's boyfriends."

"Sure am," Kyori bit out. "I fuck the ones that have don't value their relationships, is that ringing a bell?" She then attempted to giggle before she decided to discard her things. Maki had a way of ruining both her appetite and sympathy. "Let me be clear, Fu is just as responsible for this as I am. I apologizing isn't worth shit but you deserve better. And from what he told me, he doesn't seem to love or respect you."

"Shut up, you fucking liar!" Maki yelled, stomping down the clearing and snatching Kyori by the hair. All she knew was that Kyori brought all of this anger and envy back when she walked through those doors.

The crowd back away, enthralled with Maki's hands being tangled up in Kyori's curls as she tried to tear at her strands and swing her around like a rag doll.

A part of her didn't want to really put up a fight as this was what she had deserved. She knew that it wasn't a real sense of atoning for what she and Fu had done, but if it would make Maki feel better than who was she to deny her of that?

"How do you like that? You conniving bitch!"

Kyori bit back a flinch as she took the onslaught of slaps. Each one dazing her to the point that her resolve began to waver.

Why should she take the beating when she was trying to own up to the wrong doing and relay something to Maki that Fu never would. The part of her that tried was the same part that didn't feel that it was right to be the subject of violence. It wasn't Kyoto's fault that Maki couldn't walk away from a bad situation, just like it wasn't right for her to take it out on her when it was Fu that broke her trust by not upholding his commitment to her. Something inside her broke as she heard Maki scream at the top of her lungs.

"You still want to fuck my boyfriend?! HUH?"

"I don't even want him!"

Once the burgundette was balanced on both feet, she balled her fists and swung at the sides of Maki's abdomen, hoping the girl would let go of her. But she didn't and Kyori took this as it was before tackling the taller girl onto the floor.

"Get the hell off of me!"

"I told you," She uttered blankly, her fist began to swing repetitiously as she fought back. "To get out of my face, that I was having a bad day!"

On top of Maki, Kyori was free to land punches, despite the pain she endured as Maki began to punch back and kick wildly. The Shimura girl began to mercilessly attack the girl beneath her as she made no move of letting go of her hair. She had felt stuck in place and it made her panic to the point she slammed her fist square in the whining girl's face until the grip on her mane had loosened. It was once her fist were throbbing and coated in both her and Maki's blood that she back away, shaking with adrenaline after she took out her frustrations on the green eyed girl.

"But you're just like Fu," Kyori panted as she tried to smooth out her hair. Clearing it from her face, she cringed as some of her dense, bouncy strands fell out and the state of Maki's face was also a poor sight. Maki's nose bled and her smooth fair skin began to lump and fester bruises wherever Shimura's knuckles connected. "You just had to fuck with me."

"I HATE YOU!"

"And you can hate me even more after this ass beating," Kyori huffed as she failed to shrug her way out of one of the teacher's grip. She actually hadn't noticed that the adults had made their way to the fiasco.

"I hate you so fucking much!" Maki yelled back with the same fierceness that she started with. "Why'd you have to come back? We were happy without you, we worked through the tough times and everything!"

Kyori swore that was something she had always asked herself. Why had she come back when all she had managed to do was ruin everyone's happiness? She robbed so many people of their joy and she was sure that like Maki, they would be happier had she never came home... It wasn't fair for Hizume, Danzo, Fu, and now Shisui to suffer because of her. Why had she come back?

"Why couldn't you stay dead?!"

"...I don't know."

Ochaaa here!

Looks like this is the aftermath that nobody was counting on! Kyori simultaneously wrecked both her and Shisui's relationship along with Maki and Fu's just by breaching third base and now she's fending for herself quite literally, while making more enemies than she could hope for... Shisui can't bear to be near her!

Makes one wonder what can possibly come next? Will she find some middle ground with Shisui for the sake of their AP History grade or will things between them end before it was ever given a second to start? Or will she miraculously make up and fall back into the motions with the army strong Yamanaka?

May we all find out later on, so make sure to favorite it, flame it, book it or keep it in your history (mobile users).