Welcome to My Romance

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Taste: Yummy
Rated: X (gosh do I STILL need to tell you?) from languange to sex

A_N: YAY!!!! ALMOST three thousand hits and it's only two months! Super! I love you guys so much! Read on brave adventurers of smut and angst! This is the last chapter! ^^Oh and another thing, SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! IT WAS ALL MY FAULT-SO- SORRY!!! ^_^'

Chapter Eight: Leave You Babe’

There was an apartment not far from club PLEASANCE that had not been occupied in months. But tonight was a change. Tonight there was a form in the small box of a room crying his heart out for the betrayal that he had seen-no, not seen, Heard. There was no other explanation! Who could moan like that? It was…it was complete and utterly traitorous of Yuki to have done that.

But, a voice inside Shuichi whispered, he never committed to anything. You were a whore for sale…and it was his business alone to play you. You were twenty thousand dollars disposable to him.

Then again the pink haired man broke into fits of sob and tears that didn’t seem to end.

“Yuki I hate you!” he yelled almost too angry and mournful.

He had lost.

OoooooooooO


Ring….ring….ring….

“Fuck!” Yuki cursed as the phone rang once more. He raised his head from his desk, a slight dent showing on it from laying on the edge of his desk for too long. Leaning back against his leather chair, the writer said out loud, “Let in the call.” And an electronic hologram showed a cinnamon colored man with dark brown eyes. He looked familiar…who was he- Nakoshi was it?

“Oh hi Yuki-san.” The unknown man greeted.

How did he get my phone number? Yuki asked thoughtfully.

As if reading his mind, the said man continued, “Shuichi gave me your phone number just in case I needed him.” he laughed, bringing an arm behind his head, “This is my first time calling, but you wouldn’t happen to be planning to keep Shuichi tonight are you?”

Eiri blinked. He had taken a moment to process what the message was, and realizing it, he sat up chair, “What do you mean?” he snapped, “He’s not here.”

“Oh really?” Shuichi’s friend- ah, wasn’t it Nakano Hiroshi - said back to him, “Well, do you know where he is then? Our boss man Ryuichi’s been saying that he hasn’t done any jig for quite a while and the crowd are really asking for him. Since…y’know.” Hiro said bashfully. Shuichi had once said that Eiri tended to be possessive if said the wrong thing.

“How the hell would I know where that brat is? He hasn’t come back since…” Eiri glanced at the clock and nearly blew his head off. That incredibly annoying feeling earlier had now transformed into something aching.

“Since?” Hiro asked.

“Since a few hours ago.” Eiri mumbled. He kicked Shuichi out around noon and it was already ten thirty. There was no way he was telling his lover's friend how irresponsible he has been.

Hiro seemed to have shifted uncomfortably, “Really? We figured he was always with you…so we thought- never mind. Okay, it was nice talking to you Yuki-san.” And then Hiro’s line went out.

Eiri glanced at the clock. 10:30, his lover has not returned for seven hours nor called. Yuki had contacted the club but there was no one to answer except for the stupid club owner with the pink bunny saying 'I thought Shu was fucking you?' he tried his cell phone and it was off. He had looked for him around the area, but there was no one he saw that could be his boy. Eiri had not meant to kick out Shuichi, it was just...god, he was so attached to the boy that the mere thought of Tohma finding out about him and then tearing them apart made him hurt! Tohma was the head of the police department and anything he said went, even if the story was true or not. Always his brother in law had tried to arrest every person he slept with the night before and came to bug him about it.


Shuichi was different. That's why it was important that Tohma did not harm the kid....and if Shuichi held a grudge about that, fine, but seven hours, thirty minutes and fifty five seconds was just damn well too much.


Yuki himself was uncomfortable about the situation now. Usually Shuichi could not keep off of his place for more than two hours on end, so why did this one appear different? Eiri’s heart wrenched. What if the brat had tried to come home but couldn’t because Yuki was sleeping? What if….Eiri hesitated, What if Shuichi’s hurt?

“Okay you’re just going too far now idiot.” Yuki reprimanded, but he didn’t stop himself from getting out of his study, slipping on a warm jacket and running out and to the streets.

The first place Yuki had gone to was the club. He had made sure that Hiro wasn’t playing a joke, and true to the word, the band Bad Luck didn’t have their singer. Eiri tried asking around the club too, when every nose ringed punk, and slutty girls told him the same answers of ‘I don’t know’ it was apparent the novelist should go somewhere else. Nearly all night Eiri Yuki rounded the alleyways of Shuichi’s favorite hideouts twice. He looked for anything that was beaten on the ground, hoping each time as he came across countless of beggars that it wasn’t Shuichi, god what would he do if…if Shuichi was somewhere dead?

Taking out his cell phone, he speed dialed Shuichi’s phone number and waited for the ringing.

“Fuck it all!” Yuki yelled. Trudging down a dark street. He had called the baka numerous times now and still there was no answer. Yuki stopped when he heard familiar music…wasn’t that…Bad Luck’s theme song? Looking up, the novelist found himself staring up at CLUB PLEASANCE’ and once more confirming that Shuichi had not been seen yet, the tall gajiin Japanese man turned and strode off. His only hope was that Shuichi was already home.


“Shu?” Yuki muttered, soundlessly opening the door to the dark house and turning on the lights. When there was no answer, the blonde walked down the hall and turned to their bedroom.

The small lump on the bed had his hopes up, but the writer fell on the bed hopelessly when it just turned out to be one of his pillows. Where was Shuichi? He asked himself.

He'll come home, Eiri thought. “Shuichi.” He whispered, loving the way he said that name that dragged him to the realm of dreams. He's just late...just late...he'll come home...


That night, Shuichi did not come home, and Eiri was alone once more on his bed.


OoooooooooO


Yuki had hoped it had all been a dream, but at one thirty a.m. when he still hadn't felt that warmth only his lover could give on his side, or on any part of his body, Eiri forced himself to get up and turn on his cell phone.

Yuki dialed Hiro's phone number.


After a few rings, "Hello?" was the groggy reply.


"Have you seen the moron around? I've looked for him but can't find him."


"Huh, really." came the sarcastic reply, yawning at the same time.


"What?" Yuki snapped.


Hiro in the other line seemed to be shrugging, "I don't know, he stopped by. But he was even more depressed since he told me that he had a theory you had another man with you. Though it was really creepy of him to say that. It was like it as if it was true. Was it Yuki-san?"


"Of course not." Yuki denied, was his baka stupid or something? What other man can take Yuki away from those gorgeously wild purple eyes? "That's bullshit. I haven't slept with anyone but him."


Suddenly both men's breath hitched as they heard from Yuki's end, "Yuki sann!" a girl's voice.


Hiro was definitely frowning now. He thought the least the bastard could do was try to hide the fact that he was cheating on his best friend. "Uh-huh. Sure, but Shuichi might want to switch the man to 'wo' man. y'know? It doesn't sound like you're alone right now."


"Ah, fuck. It's not..." Yuki took a deep breath, "A friend of Shuichi is visiting and I need to kick her out. So if you see him...." Yuki cringed. He never really liked that Hiro guy, but...


"Yeah, yeah." Hiro said, catching the drift, "I'll call ya." and the line went dead.


Yuki took another deep breath and turned around to face Meraeì standing on the doorframe, leaning against the wall. She was dressed heavily even for early winter.


"How the hell did you know where I lived, and how the fuck did you get in?" Yuki growled, still bitter about the threat Meraeì had to marking his boy.


“Oh! I'm Tohma's trusty secretary! Didn't I mention? Haha, I stole Tohma's key! Duhr!" She held a golden key, "Where's Shu-chan?"


"Beats me." Yuki replied, though he was suddenly interested when Mereaì's childish mask fell off and a calm soft voice whispered,


"So he's still mad at you?"


"About what?" Yuki asked angrily, how can she know and him not know?


She shrugged, "That you were cheating on him." she smiled, "If I saw a man hug my lover and hear his moans from behind a door, I would be angry too! Dummy Yuki-san."


"What are you-" Yuki fell silent when he remembered it earlier that afternoon, but, Shuichi was not present...was he?


"Computer," Meraeì said, a terminal appeared in front of her, "show security take on thirteen twenty seven. Section eight one, take one, point three."


"Administrator confirmation needed." the computer replied-and Yuki dialed in his pass code and confirmed ten other passes and door systems.


'Showing.'


And suddenly the room dimmed as the terminal showed seven different angles of the hall from inside the house and the other from outside. There showed from outside Tohma tackling Yuki to the ground and disappearing inside the house and out of sight from the hallway, where, to Yuki's dismay stood Shuichi with widened eyes. In the screen taping from inside, it showed Tohma's ankle that was twisted from falling on it, and Yuki disappearing for a moment, only to come back and get a first aid kit...at the same time he begun wrapping the bandage on Tohma's ankle, Tohma began to moan-even if he had not thought of it earlier- rather erotically. Shuichi on the other side of the closed door, slumping a little against the wall.


The taped stopped when Shuichi cried and ran off, slamming his fist on the door-where seconds later, Yuki flung open.


Son of a-Yuki thought, He already knew about Shuichi-ah, shit!!!


Meraeì clapped her hands together, "Whee! That was a nice show! Hee hee, Yuki-" she looked around, "san?"


OoooooooooO


"You what?!" Mika yelled, she refused to calm down even for the sake of her baby. What Tohma had told her was just simply appalling!


Tohma nodded, "Hai, Mika dear, I've gotten rid of the boy. You were wrong this time. They're both so unlike, hiding their despair inside until it finally pops the last of their nerves and...Well, this is the outcome. All it took was my meddling."


"But Tohma! Yuki was happy!"


"It would seem so.. But what if I had been someone else intent on REALLY breaking them? They would not have lasted long. Partially because Shindo-san refused to ask Yuki's activities, and Yuki-san with his wrong judgments of protecting him from me." Tohma shook his head sadly, "What happened to him that he feels the need to protect Shindo-san from me? I'm his brother in law. If he wanted me to protect Shindo-san...I would."


"Tohma..." Mika mumbled.


Tohma sighed and rested his head on their lap, "I'm home Mika. Do you think I'm at fault?" he listened to his baby in the mother's womb, feeling comforted from his crime as his wife smiled down on him and petted his head, whispering in equal calmness,


"No Tohma, it's alright. It was your decision...but-" suddenly her phone rang, looking at who it was, she smiled, "hang on. Hello?"


"Ano! Mika-san!!!"


"Oh, Meraeì." Mika replied. Tohma sat up as he saw his wife turn away, curious about the large smile brought upon his wife's face since the phone call and never dying away as she hang up.

"What was that?" Tohma inquired, only to receive a small grin from Mika.

Mika crossed her arms and relaxed against the headboard of their bed. She smiled, a soft smile he's never seen before. It disappeared moments after they heard a knock outside of their door. Well, more like pounding.

"Why don't you answer the door? You might learn a little something about us Uesugi's." her sharp brown eyes never leaving him as he, uncertainly, got off the bed and headed downstairs.

Moment's later she heard a body flung against a wall. She sighed. Ah well.

When Tohma opened the door he expected it to be anything in the world except for a certain blonde novelist with fire in his usual emotionless eyes. "Ah Eiri-" but before he could even mutter a familiar suffix, he was thrown back by a pair of arms, his back landing with a thud against the wall.

"What the fuck were you thinking pulling that shit Tohma?!" Eiri shouted, reaching for the man's shirt and raising him up so that they were eye to eye. "What the hell is your problem?"

"I wanted to test him! He was not fit for you!" was the rapid reply, "You are my brother in law and all I want is to protect you!"

"Test him? You FUCKIN' drove him away!" Yuki flung the man across the room, where luckily Tohma landed on the couch, "Stop screwing around with my life Tohma. I'll do what I want with whomever I want. So you just get the hell off of my back or I swear I'll cut you off!"

The bleached, older Japanese man recoiled back painfully. Never had he seen how angry his little Yuki before. He loved his brother in law with all his heart-

Eiri advanced towards him again, ready to beat the shit out of him.

"What-" the man whispered. Eiri halted, "What made HIM special?" was the question, "He came to your life only a few months ago and you're treating him like royalty while me, Mika, Tatsuha and your father have always been by your side. We protected you from all the harms of the world but you can't even give us an atom of the love you've given to the boy. WHY!" Tohma shouted, his eyes narrowing in frustration, "WHAT MADE HIM SPECIAL THAT YOUR SISTER AND I COULD NOT GIVE?!"

"BECAUSE!" Yuki shouted back. "Because he was the only one-" Eiri stopped, biting his bottom of his lips.

Tohma lowered his head, hiding behind the back of the couch, "And you expected no one to be jealous?" his usual smile appeared, "You should protect your property more. That whore--"

Tohma doubled over and fell off the furniture. He clutched his jaw that hurt intensely. He hadn't even seen the rapid movement of Eiri's fist connecting to him. Tohma was certain that Eiri was ready to kill him if it wasn't for the commanding voice that stopped his brother in law.

"That's enough." Mika called solidly.

Yet before she could say something else, Eiri's beeper in his pocket rang away like there was no tomorrow.

"This is over." Eiri said after reading the message, he turned towards the door, "Stay the hell away from me, from here on out." and he was gone.

Mika sighed and watched as her brother drove off maniacally. Then her eyes moved to her husband. Striding to his side, she cradled his head and whispered, "Your lesson's been learned. Eiri is not the right Uesugi to mess around with."


OoooooooooO


Yuki sped off down the nearly empty lane of Tokyo, at such an ungodly hour, there were less to run over...not that he cared, Shuichi was important. A small lint of hope flickered inside him that stopped him from murdering his brother in law when he had read on his beeper:

Park by CLUB PLEASANCE. I'M WAITING. -Shu

Shuichi had been waiting. He was dressed rather thinly, but he could care less. He hated having to see Yuki for one reason alone, and he knew that his lover would hate him after he utters those words...even though they were just an excuse so that he could see that handsome, lying scumbag, who was good for nothing and never gave him anything but...but happiness. The small framed singer stood before the rail of the part that was like the edge of a cliff, staring far off to the black space filled with the city lights, creating illusions of temptations in the city. He and Eiri had more than once taken small walks at night here. In fact, they've made out on the park bench on more than one occasion and had even gotten carried away one night.

Shuichi let out a small giggle at the remembrance. He couldn't remember one single moment that he was never happy to be with his lover...but...it had turned out that he was not enough. The man's sad grin vanished instantly when a familiar voice behind him decided to float into his tears and straight to his already heartbroken heart.

"Shuichi?" the younger man hesitated, but, the sole reason he had showed his face was to see him. That's why he had called him there. Painfully slow, the pink haired singer turned around- only to be knocked out of his breath as a heavy weight flung himself unto the small unfortunate frame.

Eiri...was hugging him.

Shuichi could almost choke in his own tears and throat. He could feel himself choking as those strong arms held him tighter...and he didn't feel so cold.

But those moans. Those cry of pleasure behind the door. Shuichi's heart ached when he knew. He was not enough.

Eiri was relishing the feel of his lover in his arms, all in one piece when he heard a cold voice emit from his usual warm love.

"I want my money." Eiri's eyes opened. He had...he had--no, he wished he hadn't known what the boy was talking about.

Shuichi continued on brutally,

"Twenty thousands dollars. You never paid for winning me. I want it all right now." the young boy furrowed his brows as the older man pushed away and stared down at him, "I mean it. I'm going to start a new life and I won't have to deal with you. I'm going to leave this country." when Shuichi's looked straight to the older man's face, he swore his heart almost broke right then and there. He knew that Eiri would hate him, he had anticipated that and as a matter of fact, he had thought the man would scoff at him and tell him to leave empty handed...any of those would have sufficed, as long as it wasn't that horrible sad smile coming across his usual grouchy face.

Eiri reached into his pocket and drew out a wad of beaten envelope. Their surrounding had suddenly gotten so cold, and Eiri's breath showed in small puffs of mist towards the boy. He held the small manila envelope. Taking Shuichi's hand, he clenched it into the boy's palms, and whispered,

"I've always carried it around with me because I knew you'd take it sooner or later." he smiled again, "I guess we really were just screwing around." and with that, he stepped away, three, five...ten feet? Then he turned around and watched the motionless boy...and Shuichi knew what he was waiting for. Eiri Yuki was waiting for him to walk away now.

Shuichi clenched his fingers around the envelope. Giving one last glare to the man, waiting for an eruption of anger, he turned towards the opposite direction when it didn't come. Shuichi couldn't feel any more shame as he felt those gorgeous eyes boring on his back, his hold on the paper tightened. Ass he had thought Yuki didn't love him. Didn't want him, was willing to let go of him...

But then why did he look so desperate when handing him the money.

'I guess we really were just screwing around.'

Shuichi drew an angry breath.

Yuki couldn't watch anymore. He closed his eyes...so the decision was made. Shuichi Shindo was out of his life. Ironic wasn't it? He thought bitterly, Just when I thought you were wrong Tohma...I guess people like me will always be second when it comes to money.

"Fuck you!"

Eiri's eyes batted open just in time to see that envelope, crunched into a ball, soaring through the air. It missed his head by a few inches. Angered now, Eiri strode to the boy and snatched his wrist, "What do you want now? Why are you still here?!"

"Let go!!" Shuichi yelled, slapping him across the cheek, "You lied to me! You said you wanted to start all over again! Instead you cheat on me! If I wouldn't be the only one, you should have post a notice on my head that you'd be fucking someone else while I try to devote myself to you!" Eiri was pushed away only to have his resolved refreshed as he neared the boy once more,

"Stop being stubborn!" he yelled back dodging an oncoming slap, "If you want to go then go! I don't need you. And frankly neither do you! All you ever were after was my money. You've got that now, what else do you think you can get from me?! Huh! You're right I lied when I told you to start over! You shouldn't have come running back to me then and you should go now with your money!"

Shuichi made his way towards the man, bringing his arms up, pounding on Eiri's firm chest, "NO! Nonono! Don't tell me that I'm right! Don't give me this shit that I am worth twenty thousand dollars!! I..." He brought his hands underneath Yuki's arms, pulling both of them together, "I am nothing. I don't have to be worth so much just tell me that I am your number one lover. Just take me back. Let me hate you, let me get angry...just...just don't let me leave you." he smiled, burying his head further into his lover, "I won't be able to take it. I'll die." Shuichi brought up a hand to caressed the novelist's reddened cheek, "Do you want me to die? Because I..."

OoooooooooO


The next thing Shuichi was aware of was his surrounding changing. Somehow the cold outdoors had changed into his old apartment, with that familiar smell of only Shuichi before Eiri came along. Shuichi bounced a little on the bed as he was thrown down, Yuki following on top of him and sealing their lips into a deep passionate kiss.
Instantly Shuichi's hands instinctively flew to the blonde's head, trying to push him away in mind while in action he just held on.

He still wanted to be angry. To tell the man how dare him try to get rid of him with money for something priceless as his love for him, but that desperate probing of the older man’s tongue, smoothing out any bad flavor in his mouth, replacing it with the sweet essence of saliva. It made him forget everything but the battle inside their dark and sharp mouths.

Fiercely Yuki battled him so that he would forget his words. His unfinished statement; only stopping when both were in dire need of air.

Shuichi felt it safe to open his eyes only to close once more when something wet fell on them. It couldn't be. Was Yuki...was his cold stoic lover...was that a tear?

A strange feeling of something incredibly warm washed over the smaller man when his blonde man buried his face on the crook of his neck, whispering in the softest voice, whilst his large palms cupped his face by the neck, thumb running his smooth, heart shaped face.

"Don't ever say that Shuichi. I didn't mean it like that...what I meant was you were the only one since we met. I didn't-I'd never cheat on you." he raised himself so that their foreheads touched, and for once, Shuichi saw a sign of worry let out without a care by the novelist, "In truth...I really wanted you with me. That's why I never told you about my overprotective brother in law, Tohma...because I knew he'd try something like what you overheard. I really wanted-" and by then Yuki was practically spouting out things he never dreamed he'd say that he was almost too thankful to have Shuichi's fingers halt the movement of his lips.

They stayed like that for a time, just staring at each other, Yuki giving into truth, while Shuichi searched him thoroughly; how stupid Shu felt! Stupid and special.

"I love you Yuki. I would never leave you, I'm sorry," he embraced the man with an arm, pulling him down towards himself, "I'm sorry." and then their lips met each other once more all their carnal lust taking over now that their emotional distress were in the clear.

"Let's go home Shu." Yuki grumbled, pulling himself up before he took the boy then and there in the unfamiliar room, "Let's go home." and he turned to leave when Shuichi held him back with a hand, tugging on him to look back. He met eyes with the blushing boy as the other asked,


"Yuki...I...I can't wait that long." he lowered his eyes, "And I want to make a memory with you here...now." and before Yuki could object, Shuichi coaxed him down towards the mattress with soft kisses on the wrist, gently moving up while the other hand busied itself with Eiri's buttons. He too was led down to the mattress, brought into a sudden fervent kiss, full of want and desperate passion.

Eiri's shirt fluttered into the shadows.

Golden eyes narrowed as they stared at an abandoned luggage, and Shu caught the sudden look of despise in the man's eyes. Giggling softly while saying in between, "I'm not leaving. Not anymore Yuki. I'm sorry."

Eiri replied, kissing his partner on the chest as he parted the clothing, "Moron. You never did want to leave." and holding a solid grip on Shu's thighs, his tongue gave a final flick on the boy's inner thighs before removing his shorts and saying, "I'll show you why." and seeing the delicious red, gorged organ, he was more than happy to oblige and engulf his boy.

God, he loved that scream of bliss and good pain. He loved the taste of that hot liquid that poured in great amounts down his throat.


Yuki won the tongue battle that ensued the blowjob, giving his young lover the luxury of happiness-and he would not come short. After leaving the pink haired star breathless, the older man moved between his legs and spread them as far as they would, loving the sight of Shu's opening quivering in anticipation for the over sized libido that would soon find itself wriggling up the tight heat. But not yet.


"Yuukii!!" was the scream that followed as something, besides his the man's fingers and erection invaded his insides. That wet on wet feeling of Yuki's tongue-he was not the only one enjoying it all, "Yuki..." Shu breathed before coming up short for more air. How did his lover do this to him?

"Good Shuichi?" Yuki asked, "It feels more than nice on my tongue too. You taste like watermelon." he circled the muscles ring and 'mmed' to end his revelation.

"Yu-Yuki..." the victim whimpered, clutching a strong hold on Eiri's broad shoulders, "...not enough," it's true, he enjoyed it but, "more...I want you. Give me yourself Yuki." and that was all it took, a simple request that the older one out of the two was waiting.

The neighbors swore somebody was getting murdered by the scream...but what kind of 'scream is followed by: "Ahh, mm...MO-more...there...yes...hai, hai, HAI!!! OOOooohHHhhh!!!"


What Yuki had done? He practically shoved his every being inside the lithe body's hole, hitting in an instant that swollen prostate that only he managed to find and hit each time with a tenfold pleasure adding up every thrust, push and roll of their hips. The novelist gritted his teeth as he pushed every vigor into Shuichi's prostate, demanding that it let him pass the barrier to explore his young prize and lover's insides. What was inside that man that made him lose control was beyond all laws that bound earth to itself.

"Uh...ooh ah...ah uwa......hah-hagh...." Shuichi felt himself nearing the promise of great joy as his man encircled his cock and thrust in the right time "Harder Yuki," he arched his back, volume rising, "Oh it's so good...please! faster!" and the two's movement became more frantic as Yuki let his sadistic side out, resulting at the headboard banging un-mercilessly against the wall, and the mattress creaking in full protest.
Shuichi was so close....

Thrust.

So close....

Push.

One more Yuki....

And the young pop star closed his eyes as his orgasm began to rush upwards when suddenly, all movements stopped. Oh the feeling of loss panicked him! Shuichi opened his eyes to see what was wrong, but as soon as he did, that last push from Yuki came, practically shattering his special spot in him which sent completeness skittering everywhere from his head to toe. Tears of pure bliss and love escaped his violet eyes. The silence was almost too abnormal when the two finalized and emptied their fluids to each other, settling down afterwards.
Opening his eyes, Shuichi saw that Yuki's hand was full of cum from their activity, unable to help himself, Shuichi took his hands and licked it clean, keeping Yuki's fingers in his mouth even long after every taste was gone. He was proud of that pure fascination Yuki had on his face, and when it would seem that nothing could ever beat it all, Yuki pulled him close and growled a soft 'MINE.'


Shuichi swore he heard something like: "You're the only one, love, the only one I'll ever treasure. So..." and the last part was so soft that Shu would later wonder if it had been a dream, 'so don't ever say that you'll want to leave me.' and the singer's favorite part was when he felt his lover's warm lips on his forehead.

"I love you forever. Eiri."

END. O_O

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A_N: Okay some of you wanted Meraeì back and some of you didn't...so the outcome is, she only appeared to help. Sorry to those who didn't want her back^^
Some are asking what Tohma meant and others don't care as long as there's smut (rock on), well, I'm just here to say, I didn't answer those question because...well...doesn't it seem like this story is OVER? I felt sooo sad! I wanna keep writing but I don't know if you guys are gonna keep reading...^_^ and really school is killing me too. T_T

Anywho’s CLAP if you loved the smutty streak. ^^heh heh. Well, should I make a sequel just for plain smuttiness? *cackles* but you guys are tired of me, but I’m so damn stubborn! Haha. Everyone who has been reviewing, thank you very much!

**Please R & R***I'll love you forever^^ (wait...I already love you guys! Dang it, got nothing to exchange but the hopes of maybe making a sequel if I receive enough requests !_!) lol.