Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Fighter ❯ Chapter sixteen ( Chapter 16 )

Fighter

By Marie Darkholme

Sixteenth Chapter

It was fairly late in the afternoon, when Taichi and Sora left the hospital. The visit to Koushiro though, had only taken a few minutes. While they were sleeping, Jyou, Takeru and Hikari had seen Koushiro and left. Before leaving Yamato and Mimi decided that they should awake them. They chatted for a little, or better, Taichi and Yamato chatted because Sora was in Koushiro's room and Mimi had gone to get a drink for herself. Between the themes of conversation was the whole process of capturing Suzume, in which Taichi had few things to say. He regretted, thought, the fact that the girl had been killed after all. Suzume had managed to get her revenge all along.

"So, you're saying that she killed the four girls because they ignored her in high school?" Yamato tried to clear his mind. "She can really ask for psychiatric help." The two men laughed. Yamato wondered if he should or should not tell Taichi about his problems, after all his friend had his own, and it wasn't something that he could advise him on, so, eventually, he decided that it was none of Taichi's business, and turned to a theme that he knew would be more interesting.

"How are things with our ice hearted there?" he motioned to the room where Koushiro and Sora talked and smiled hands in hands. Taichi looked at them and couldn't avoid being jealous. "Good." Yamato smirked. "Yeah, I guess so. You two looked so cute sleeping a while ago. It was really a shame awake you." He laughed. Taichi hit him in his shoulder. "Hey, we were sleepy." He argued. "We haven't had much sleep; on the contrary, some people seem to be having more than a fair sleep." Yamato shrank his shoulders. "Well, I've got to take my chance when I can." he said.

Taichi eyed him and laughed at his face. "Oh, c'mon, I was kidding. What about you and Mimi there?" he asked. Yamato sighed. "We're good." The brown haired guy raised an eyebrow, but decided that if his long date friend wanted to talk about it, he would come to him, like he always did. Meanwhile, Mimi came back with a cane of coke in her hands. She took a sip of it. "Do you want some, Yama?" she asked the blond. He only shook his hand, motioned her that he didn't and resumed his conversation with Taichi.

"So, if we don't see each other before Takeru's and Hikari's wedding, good luck." He blinked an eye to him. Taichi eyed him confused, not really knowing what he was talking about. Mimi said goodbye as well and they both left. Taichi then entered the room.

"Have you phone Dai?" Koushiro asked. Sora shook her head. "No, I wanted to be sure you were okay first." She replied. Koushiro smiled. "Yeah, that's better for him. Otherwise he would come running just to see if I was really okay." "He worries about you, even if you didn't speak with each other for a long time, you will always be best friends." She said. A cough from behind them, made Sora turn her head, while Koushiro tried to stand a little more, but he immediately put the idea aside as he felt a sharp pain crossing his abdominal area.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked entering Koushiro's view. The red haired smirked. "That was what I was about to ask. According to my information source, you two were sleeping in each other's arms outside." He couldn't help to laugh even though that caused him another strike of pain. Sora turned her gaze to the ground as her cheeks turned bright red like her eyes. Taichi too was blushing and tried to think of something fast to change the subject. He was kind of pissed that even Jyou had caught them both in such position.

"Very funny. So how do you feel?" he asked. "Great. It's like I had been ran over by a truck." Koushiro smirked. "At least you're okay." Sora replied. As she did, she couldn't help but yawn. She was really sleepy though. Taichi's shoulder wasn't after all the best of pillows and they had only slept about one hour or so. As the symptom was contagious, without even looking at her, Taichi yawned as well. This caused Koushiro to laugh again. "I think you two, should go get some sleep." he replied and then he two yawned. Taichi and Sora laughed and Koushiro blushed. "I think you too need to get some sleep." Taichi smirked.

The couple started walking to the door. "I come to see you tomorrow. Stay well, Koushiro." Sora said. Taichi waved his hand to him and they both left. They walked silently through the empty hall. Outside darkness was beginning to cover everything again. "Time passed quickly didn't it?" Taichi said as he watched the first snow flocks falling to the already white city. Sora didn't reply, her gaze following his to the darkened city, her mind already thinking what it shouldn't, her voice already failing without an attempt to speak.

The brown haired guy sighed as they exited the hospital. A few more metres and they would be next to his car. He wanted to ask her but he didn't have the courage and he thought that wasn't the proper place to talk about it, so he waited for when she was next to the car. "We need to talk." He said in a whispering voice. She avoided his gaze. "I think I'll walk home."

Sora waved her hand to him and began to leave, but before she was more than a metre away, Taichi grabbed her wrist. "We need to talk." He said again, this time in a more clear and confident voice. She sighed, knowing Taichi as she thought she knew him, he wouldn't give up on business. "You can't keep running away from me." He said. Sora looked straight into his eyes. "I wish I could." Was her simple reply, as she abruptly retrieved her wrist from his grip. She was preparing to leave again, but a pair of strong arms, involved her, pushing her next to his owner. "Not this time." Taichi said. He opened the door of his car, and put her inside it. Outside the snow kept falling.

"Look, I know it must be tough carrying such a burden. " Taichi said, not looking at her. Both their eyes were gazing upon the sky and the flocks that fell on the car. "I… I wanted to say sorry for this morning. It was really stupid of me. I was just surprised you know. I always thought of you as the strongest girl I had ever met and I thought nothing could harm you, but then when you looked at me like that I…I guess, you had all the signs, I mean, you kept your distance from relationships and you hated guys, but I… I just wanted to say sorry, okay?"

Sora's ears couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. He is saying sorry? I can't believe. He actually isn't mad at me for not having told him. He's such a great guy. She looked at him, her eyes filling with tears, which she could no longer keep inside. "You're not mad at me?" she asked in a trembling yet hopeful voice. He stared at her wide eyed. "Why should I be mad at you?" Sora's eyes filled with joy as she wiped the tears that had rolled down her face. "I thought you were going to be mad for me haven't told you before, that night." "Sora!" Taichi grabbed her hands on his. "I would never be mad at you for not having told be that. You should tell me when you were ready. I told you." He assured her. Sora, though, couldn't help but think that, even though he wasn't mad, their relationship was over.

"Are you ashamed of me? Do I disgust you?" she asked, turning her gaze to the snow again, taking slowly her hands from his. Taichi glared at her. he could have never thought the trauma was so strong in her, but then again, she had lived without being loved, of course she would be insecure. He thought about every word he said. One wrong word and he could loose her forever, and he didn't want that. "Sora…the only person that should be ashamed and disgusted with himself was the guy who did it to you. You were the victim, not the criminal. There's no reason for me to be ashamed of you. I'm very proud of you in fact. I had never met such a courageous, bright woman as you. Even after what you've been through, you kept walking with your head high." Sora looked at him, her eyes beaming with love, love for the guy who was saying those lovely words that meant the world to her. "Nothing that happened to you could ever change that, do you understand?"

She nodded, her eyes lightened like he had never seen them. Daisuke had always been supportive to her and also protective. But he had never said words like that, that took a great weight from her shoulders, especially because Taichi was the one she had fallen in love. Her lips moved as she was about to thank him and tell him how much she appreciated his words, along with his company and friendship. But all her plans were abandoned as she heard the phone rang.

Her hands moved quickly to the small cell phone hid in the pocket of her jacket, now blooded due to Koushiro's wound, but she didn't mind at all. Without looking at the screen, staring still at the brown eyed guy, she clicked the okay button. "Hello?" her joyful voice cracked when she heard the voice behind the cell phone. Taichi, who was looking at her, could see her face instantly palling, and her hands started trembling. He remembered the episode at her house. The same crack in her look as she heard the voice from the other side. He didn't need to ask who it was. Unaware to her own will, Sora held the phone, hearing the ghostly voice speaking to her. He laughed evilly due to her silence.

Taichi too, could hear his voice. A voice that made him clench his fists and wish he was face to face with that guy. "Sora, talk to me." The guy demanded in a funny voice. "You're not home. That's sad. I wanted to see you. Speak girl, or did the cat ate your tongue?" Taichi snipped the phone from a frozen Sora, which remained immobile, paralyzed by her teenage fear. The fear that she had always kept just for him, the same one that he loved to feel behind her silence.

"You son of a bitch." Taichi shouted. "Live her alone, or I'll…" he didn't have time to finish as the laugh increased from the other side. "So, she has found someone after all." He said slightly annoyed, Taichi could notice, but still, hiding it very well behind a mocking tone. "Pity! I always thought she would wait for me, forever." He said and then the only thing Taichi could hear was the dialling sound.

The brown haired guy remained immobile as well, still surprised by the sudden happening. The silence that had felt among the two was broke by a sudden sniff, and looking over to Sora, Taichi could see tears rolling down her cheeks freely. "He's in my house, Taichi." She sobbed. He hugged her and she allowed it, letting herself feel safe in his strong arms that gave her some comfort and warmness.

"Don't worry. He can't hurt now." He said shushing her with a soft balance back and forward. "But he knows where I live." She sobbed once more. "Yes, but he doesn't know where I live." Taichi replied in a confident voice. He would do anything to protect her from that man and any other that would try to hurt her. She looked up at him and he kissed her forehead. Feeling his lips over her skin made her warm inside, a warm that she had never felt, but that she liked. Their eyes locked. There was nothing besides them as they drew closer, their lips barely an inch apart. They slightly touched and broke apart again to stare into each other's eyes. Then they both closed their eyes and allowed themselves to be carried by the moment, as they lips met again, in a true love kiss that lasted not too much, but still not little. It was the perfect timing for the perfect kiss. As they broke apart and eyed each other it was like they were looking at each other for the first time and it fell really good. A small crimson spread across both their faces. They weren't ashamed of what they had done. They were ashamed that that kiss had took so long to be given, when they knew, since the first time they saw, they were lost souls and had finally found their match.

There was a moment of silence, as both put their thoughts back in mind after the drifting moment. the silence was interrupted when the engine of the dark blue Subaru started, guiding the two home. The snow kept falling, but for Sora it had never been such a beautiful day, and even though her life was in danger, she had never been so happy. And when the thoughts of the guy assaulted her mind, she made a vow. Never back up. Always keep my head high. I'm not going to give up and cry like a baby. Let him come. I'll be waiting for him with a pair of fists ready to kick his ass and make him pay for what he has done to me.

Takeru and Hikari were comfortably sitting on their couch, enjoying their moments alone. The silence that was between them, only to be interrupted by the sound of the television, was one they praised and loved. Their smiles said everything and even someone from the outside would know that they were a happy couple spending quality time together. Their relationship was based over three things: loyalty, true and sincerity. There was nothing that they kept for a long time hidden from the other. There weren't lies spreading their mortal tentacles over their house, and sincerity was praised over everything, even if being sincere with the other would cause pain. That was their little secret to happiness. Of course they had their fights, after all, who doesn't? But it was the formal fiancées fights that finished with a smile and a forgiveness kiss.

Occasionally they would laugh with the jokes of the comedian on television. Occasionally, Takeru would feel like hugging Hikari a little stronger and smell her hair. Occasionally, she would smile and kiss his arm that was tied across her chest holding her tightly never to let go. Occasionally, they would look each other's eyes, smile and share a small kiss. Not far from the living room where they were, in the closet, two important pieces of vestment stand religiously waiting for the next week. The white long dress in its pink bag, while the formal black tuxedo hid behind the marine blue bag. Unaware to both the lovers, their thoughts rested in the same thing, that was in the closet.

Takeru leaned over Hikari's hair and rubbed his cheek over it, making Hikari giggle. His thoughts suddenly resting over something that proceeded after the wedding. He grabbed her hands that rested on his arms. "So, how many do you want?" he asked, smiling inwardly. Hikari looked up with a confused face. "How many what?" she inquired, doubly. He grinned. "How many kids?"

Hikari released a small giggle as she turned and lied on top of him. She kissed his cheek. "Don't know. How about you?" "If they are all as cute as you, five would do the thing." He smiled. Hikari made a tired look. "Five, that's going to give a lot of work, hon." She grinned. "You naughty girl." Takeru placed a small kiss on her neck that made her giggle. "You're the one thinking naughtily. Giving birth and taking care of five little brats like you, when you were young is going to give a lot of work." She smiled as Takeru hit her playfully on her shoulder.

"Hopefully, they will be like you, always following me wherever I went." Hikari blushed and hit him playfully. "Hey! At least I was following you. Would you rather having me following… Iori maybe?" she said with the most seriously look she could fake. Takeru suddenly fell a little uncomfortable. "You mean Iori Hida, the guy from the flower shop?" he asked. She nodded smiling inwardly to his reaction. "He is very cute and he liked me in high school." She said in a dreamy look. Takeru couldn't believe what he was hearing. "He did?" he replied shocked. Hikari began to laugh. Takeru sighed and resumed that once again she had been playing with him and he had went along. He tucked her under him and smiled evilly. Hikari stopped laughing and stared at his blue orbs feeling uncomfortable all the sudden.

"Don't you dare, Takashi Takeru." She threatened him, but she knew it was useless. She had provoked him and now he was up to revenge. The blond intertwined his fingers and put himself ready. She waited fro him to strike with a fearless look, challenging him. "Say sorry." Takeru asked. Hikari giggled and shook her head. "No." he started tickling her making her laugh a lot and became red with all the laughing. He paused.

"Say sorry." He warned her by moving his fingers up and down. She grinned. "No." Takeru started tickling her again so hard that she finally gave in. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She managed to say between the laughs. Takeru sat on the couch by her side and raised his arms in victory. "I won." He said in a manly voice making muscles. Hikari laughed at how childish their relationship could be sometimes, but she liked it and she wouldn't want it any other way.

Yamato sat on the couch of his house. Having a fiancée living with you, even if it was not full time it had some advantages; one of them was that he didn't need to cook, at least no today, because Mimi had taken completely charge of it. He watched the news in the television. They were talking about the outcome of University killer's case. It was a special report with psychologist and officers that were trying to rebuilt the police path and the girl's sick mind. In the middle they showed some images. It was interesting to see criminal psychologist talk about the traumas of the killer.

"Then this girl's paranoia was built during high school?" the interviewer asked. The psychologist nodded. "Yes, it appears so. She had a lot of anger inside her that she kept while planning the murders, preventing other people to see how unhappy and frustrated she was, and then she released all the hidden feelings while mutilating the victims alive." The interviewer then turned to the screen behind them. In it images of Taichi and Sora at the crime scene appeared. They were trying to get somewhere but the cameras didn't allow them. Suddenly a fist came straight to the camera that was shooting and the image was lost.

"This is Detective Takenouchi." He informed turning to the police officers. "She has one of the most envious curriculum in apprehension and solving crimes, but she also as a record for the most brutal woman in the police department. As we can see here, she smashed with her fist one of our cameras. Chief, can this be admit in the police department?" the interviewer asked. The camera then turned to a man with blue navy hair.

Yamato snarled. "Hey Mimi, Jyou is on television." He could hear her steps coming closer as she stopped behind the couch with a cloth in her hands and an apron around her waist. "What is this all about?" she asked. Yamato motioned her to be quite. "They asked Jyou to comment on Sora's behaviour." He replied with a huge smirk. "She broke a camera." Mimi smiled too. "Well they can be very annoying."

"This officer's behaviour does not affect the investigations and in fact, this little "accident" was reported. She herself made a detailed report about it." He said. His voice had an hint of fun, though, he remained with the serious look he could get. "The fact is that both detectives were trying to get to a potential witness, which was being pushed by the reporters. After, and I mention, "after several attempts to make the reporters back off, both of us could see the old lady, she had sixty-five years falling to the ground due to the pushes. Taking a last desperate attempt to move the journalists aside, one of them stuck his camera in front of me, causing to loose the witness. Afraid that we might be loosing some great information, potential important to solve the case, I clenched my fist and broke the camera, making the reporters back off." This was the situation, and due to it, I fully accepted her behaviour." Jyou finished with a grin that he usually didn't have. Yamato smirked inwardly to his chief behaviour, not noticing that Mimi had already left. He could see the face on the interviewer's face. He was truly angry with Jyou that had so tenderly defended one of his.

"But according to our sources this isn't the first time that Detective Takenouchi has this kind of aggressive behaviour?" the interviewer insisted. Jyou though wasn't willing to let him get away so quickly. "I believe the reason that you asked for our presence here..." he said motioning to the other offices, some of them that had participated in Suzume's capture. "…was to clear the citizens about how the suspect was caught. If it to discuss the behaviour of a single detective, the you must excuse me but I have better and more important things to do, than wasting my time with hypocrite reporters like you."

Yamato was hearing all that and laughing himself out. He knew Jyou was a tough bone to bit but he didn't know he could also be so funny with his comments. The report was immediately interrupted by commercials and Yamato turned the channels to a movie's one where a science fiction movie was one, The Unbreakable. He had seen that movie several times, but like they said, what is good is never enough so he decided to watch it again, at least until Mimi gave him signal to enter the kitchen, that she had forbid him to enter while she was cooking. Maybe she poisoning me and I'm here relaxed watching television.

He stood up and went to peek. But before he could see whatever inside the kitchen, a cute pattern of knifes, forks and other cooking material appeared in front of his eyes. Raising his head from the ducked position he could see Mimi's joking yet angry face looking at him. She had a wood spoon on her right hand and the other part was beating against her left hand, giving her a threatening look. I'm doomed. Yamato thought.

"I thought I had told you not to peek while I'm cooking?" she replied to him. Yamato made a surly face. "You made it as it was a criminal act." He replied. "I can't see what you're cooking so I might as well think you are poisoning me." Mimi looked shocked at him. "Poisoning you? If I wanted to kill you I wouldn't have to dirt my hands, honey." Yamato looked at her surprised, fear spreading through his face. "What do you mean?" Mimi giggled at his face. "I mean I have lots of connections." She said.

Yamato looked at her frightened. He was kidding about the poison but could his sweet little Mimi have so many connections to kill him? "You're kidding right?" he asked in a serious look. "Because if you have those kind of connections, I would have to arrest you for helping criminals." Mimi laughed. "Of course I'm not kidding. Sora would kill you with all her pleasure." She replied walking back to the kitchen motioning him to get in. "She said to me once that if you ever hurt me, she would be delighted to kill you, literally." Yamato relaxed as he sat in the chair at the small table. "Ah, ah!" he said sarcastically. "You're so funny."

Mimi laughed as she put the pot over the table. "No I'm serious." The blond eyed her suspicious. "She really said that?" "Well not quite. She said that if you hurt me she would kick your ass." Mimi resumed. Yamato sighed as he smelled the content of the pot that smelled divinely. "That's so Sora typically." He replied. She sat in front of him in. "So what's the secret in here?" he inquired as he peeked into the pot to see what she had been so secretly cooking.

She looked into the pot and smiled. "Well, I wanted to try something different, so I bought a book about world cuisine." She said showing him a small book. He nodded in understanding. This must be interesting. He thought. "And this…" he motioned to the food that he had over his spoon. "This is a typical dish from Portugal. Is chicken with rice." She informed him proudly. Yamato glared at the dark rice in his spoon. "Are you sure you didn't put anything wrong in here?" he replied. The rice had a dark colour, almost black. "that's because of the blood." She answered.

Putting the spoon over his plate and looking at the food he focused his attention back in Mimi eyeing her with a disgusted look. "Blood? They eat blood in Portugal? That's disgusting." He said picking the food with the fork. "Whose blood is it?" he asked ignorantly. Mimi laughed. "The chicken's, but I might try yours next time if you want." The blond took a small portion in its fork and tasted it. At first he made a disgusted look but then it turned out in an approving one. "Not bad." He said. "Strange dishes those Portuguese have."

Sora peeked shyly into Taichi's house. He had completely decided that she should stay with him, until they caught the guy. They were going to sue him for molesting and get a court order for distance. Meanwhile, he had offered his spare room to her. She had gracefully accepted. Now standing on his door, she wasn't so sure about it. Taichi hadn't noticed her shyness and had entered and picked a glass of orange juice in the kitchen. Feeling kind of lonely, he looked around no to see Sora anywhere. He sighed and walked to the door with the glass in his hands. He glared at Sora that had not dared to give a step forward standing in the exact place he had first left her in.

"Oh, c'mon Sora. Get in." he said as he pushed her by her arm and made get in. "I don't get you. You don't seem to have any problem entering other peoples' house, or more like breaking into other peoples' houses." He laughed. The environment eased a bit as she two entered the playfully chat. "So funny." She replied as she looked around his house. It was a simple one. Two bedrooms, a bathroom between the two, a kitchen, a living room and an amazingly landscape over his window. For a man's house it was well decorated in soft tones of pale blue and soft cream and it was clean two.

He motioned her to sit down. "Make yourself comfortable. I didn't do those kinds of scenes at your house." He laughed again. Sora began to enter his mood and smiled. She stood up and walked around. She noticed two frames over a simple shelf with some books about forensic medicine, criminal psychology and other police stuff like How to commit a murder and get away with it? The frame was a blue big one. She could clearly distinguish Hikari, Takeru, Yamato and Taichi himself smirking to the picture while holding each an ice cream. She smiled. The other was of Taichi and his family at his young age. He shouldn't be more than five years and Hikari was still a baby. A true family. She sighed inwardly. Her thoughts suddenly rested over something else. She stood there with a thoughtful look.

Taichi that had been watching her approached and looked to the frame she was holding in her hands, even though her attention wasn't at it at the moment. "What are you thinking?" he resisted the urge to play with her hair and kiss her cheeks. They had shared one kiss so far and he didn't want to rush things. He knew that might spook her, specially now, she needed a friend, and not a boyfriend.

Sora turned to meet his gaze, her eyes looking at his brown orbs. She smiled as she walked to the balcony and Taichi followed. "I was thinking that when your sister and Takeru got married, you're going to have a strange family." She said. He eyed her confused. "Think about it. You're a criminal detective. Your sister, Hikari, is a reporter but the thing she loves most is murder cases. Takeru is a forensic doctor, and for him you're going to be related to Yamato, that is a policeman as well. And if Yamato marry Mimi, then you would have a criminal psychologist in the family." She finished with a laugh. Taichi only realised how true her words were when she finished. "Yeah, it would be a weird family. And imagine if you join us. Then there would be three cops." He said.

His words had come unthought-of, just slipping out of his mouth but the effect that they had caused was one he had not expected. She smiled a true smile of happiness with his words and a faint blush crossed her cheeks as she turned her gaze to the night consuming outside the glass door that led to the balcony. "Yes, it would be something like that." She replied. She had understood how the words had been sincere coming from his heart and not from his brain. He had not thought of them, they simply slipped. She too controlled the urge to kiss him once more and feel the sweet taste of his lips. She wanted to wait, go easy with calm and not rush into a relationship. She wanted the love inside them grew as they become closer, never to end.

"You know, I have a problem." She suddenly remembered. "Only one?" he joked. She hit him in the abdominal area. "Hey watch it. That hurts. You not a girly you know?" he defended himself. "Yeah, I know. I beat you the first time we met." She grinned. Taichi surly eyed her. "I let you win." He said. "You did not. I can test you anytime you want." She replied. Taichi raised his fists and pushed the couch aside. "But not now." She said. He smiled.

"Okay, maybe tomorrow in the gym?" he dared her. She nodded. "So what's your problem?" the brown haired asked, putting the couch back in its place and sitting. "I don't have any clothes." She replied in a whisper embarrassed. Taichi thought. Yeah that's true. "And if we go to your house he can follow us." The both sighed simultaneously. Taichi put his efforts in to finding a solution. "Well, I guess I can borrow you some clothes to hang around the house, but I don't think they would be much appropriate to hang in the streets." He said as he eyed Sora measuring her. "I'm taller and larger then you." He finished. "Maybe if I ask a couple of pants to Mimi." Sora said. "She's getting pregnanter every single day and some of her clothes might not fir her right now."

Taichi nodded imagining Mimi with a big belly. "Yeah, that's the solution. I'm sure she won't mind." He replied. Then he stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Sora followed him, but as she was in middle way he stopped her and told her to sit up. "But… what are you going to do now?" she asked. "Cook of course. What would you like?"

Sora eyed him a little taken back. He cooks?! And for his way to speak I might see not shaken eggs only. "I… don't know." She replied. Taichi eyed her demanding an answer. Sora could feel her cheeks becoming hotter by the second. "Huh… cook… your best cooking." She replied. Taichi stared at her for a couple of minutes with a thoughtful look. Then he nodded and entered the kitchen. "Yeah, I think it might be. I have all I need." He said coming back from the kitchen. Then putting an arm around Sora's shoulder he took her to the couch and turned the television on. "Now, you, as my guest, sit here and wait till I call you." "But…" Sora was interrupted. "No, buts." Taichi turned to leave. "But you're doing so much already. I can't let you do all the stuff alone." She argued. Taichi looked at her and grinned. "Okay, then tomorrow night, you cook your best cooking." He replied blinking an eye to her.

Stated that, Sora couldn't do anything besides wait. She allowed herself to get comfortable in the couch and picking the remote control she flipped through the channels until she spotted the news in one. Amazingly to her, the news was about the capture of Suzume. The interviewer was asking questions to a bunch of cops, some of them from her department, and then she saw Jyou as well. She was about to change channels when imaged of her appeared smashing the camera. Gaining attention on the situation she increased the volume to her what they were saying.

Back, at Mimi's and Yamato's, they were finishing cleaning the dishes. While Mimi washed them, Yamato dried them with a cloth. He had really enjoyed the dinner, but there was something in his mind, that though, he had thought about forgetting the happening still bothered him. Thinking that he would be better if he just asked her, after cleaning the last plate, he dragged her to the couch where he made her sit. Then with the most serious look Mimi had ever seen him make, he asked her.

"Are you, or have you ever been in love with Jyou?" Mimi was surprised and shocked by the answer. During the first minutes she didn't reply. She wasn't expecting a question like that, but she knew he had the right to know the truth. But just before she began speaking he cut her words. "Look, Mimi, maybe we were a little rushed with the marriage thing, you know. If you're not sure about your feelings towards I can completely understand. But please be true to me in this, okay?" it was a simple question that he was making. And more than anything, Mimi wanted to be true with him, so she answered.

"Yes, I have been in love with Jyou." She could see his anxious look turn into one of slight relief and worrying. "I was in love with Jyou when I first went to work there. But he never replied to my feelings and when I met you, they were completely washed away." She replied. Yamato, though, hadn't much of a convinced face. "Are you sure you don't feel anything about him anymore?" he asked. He wanted her, maybe more than him to be sure of what she was saying. of course if she had said that she still loved them, would have been a huge heartbreak, but at least he would know that she was truly happy and he would eventually found his true love, because he believed that everyone has a twin soul, and if Mimi and Jyou were happy with each other then that would mean they weren't soul mates.

Mimi didn't know quite what to answer. She had bee sure when she started dating Yamato that she didn't love Jyou anymore, but now he was asking her and she wasn't sure. It was confusing and it hurt her knowing that she might be hurting Yamato. "I don't love Jyou anymore, I'm sure of it." Yamato was silence. His heart told him that he should be relief and that that wasn't anything left to ask, but he's head had stored too many love stories to give up so easily.

"What if Jyou was in love with you now, would you think that that might relight old feelings?" he asked. Only then Mimi understood where the issue had been settled in his mind. "I know that Jyou is in love with me now." She replied to Yamato´s stupefaction. "From the day we started dating; Jyou came to me and told me how he really felt about me. In the beginning how was surprised. I couldn't believe. I put my feelings towards you and him at charge and discovered that I couldn't leave you. Not because that could hurt, but because my heart relied on your side and not Jyou's. That's when understood that I looked at Jyou more like an older brother that I never had. I know where you got the idea. I was dreaming about him last night and I said is name at loud wasn't it?" she asked him. Yamato had an embarrass look on his face.

"Yeah, you did." He replied. Mimi laughed. "I guess we say lots of things while we're sleeping. Well, let me tell you what the dream was all about. My mom and dad as you know are in United States and they're usually too busy to come to see me. I was dreaming that Jyou was taking me to the altar in our wedding and… while looking at you he said: I guess blond guys are cuter after all. I laughed. That must have been when I said his name." she finished. Yamato had never felt so bad in his all life.

"Oh, Mimi I'm so sorry. But I had to know… I was confused… that, maybe, I had pushed you into the marriage when I asked you…" he apologized. Mimi though kept smiling. "I was confused when you asked me too. I mean it's a big step and I thought that maybe you had asked me only because of the baby. But then I began to feel more confident and now I'm sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She said. They smiled lovely at each other and shared a kiss. Now I'm sure too Mimi.

The snow flakes outside increased their speed as they covered the night once more in a white blanket. A single man stood in his balcony. The sirens of the police cars and the shots that they changed with the mafia next to his apartment, if the hole where he lived could be called that, made him smirk. "I love the gunshots in the night." He said. In his hand a gun rolled through his fingers. He turned back inside where a blond girl lied on his bed, naked. She wasn't crying. She smiled as he entered the room again, even seeing the gun on his hand. He wore a long coat that she quickly took revealing his naked forms. She started kissing him in his lips, but he quickly pushed to the bed, where he lied on top of her.

Half an hour later, he was in his balcony again and the blond girl was gone. On the floor lied his wallet ripped from every cent he had. Another smirk crossed his face as he pulled his gun next to his face, feeling the cold metal rubbing his cheeks. "Yes, I love the night. It always reminds me of you, my sweet little girl and how we had fun that night." He entered the room not bothering to close the door that led to the balcony. On a small table rested a few syringes and some medicine along with some chargers for his automatic gun.

He lied on the bed again; the sheets cold again with some blood on them, but that didn't bother him. He could only think of her. His mind was completely focused on his task. He knew he had to have her once again. No one besides him could have her, especially some cop. He had marked his territory and she would always belong to him. "You might have just signed the death certificated of your "friend" my love." He said at loud. Though his words would look like the words of a drunken man he was sober than had ever been in his all life. The only taste he wanted was the taste of her sweet lips again. "Tomorrow will be a brand new day."