They laughed almost about everything on the way home, especially the people who stared at them. As they approached his condo unit, Sayuri loved the smell of the carpeted floor and the rosy aroma that filled the polished hallway. She felt that they were lodging in a luxury ship. Everything is so airtight, the only thing that proved that you are still on land are those glass windows which revealed the city at night.

Sayuri helped Momiji open the door, since she had no where to stay and finding for her relatives would take her longer, she asked Momiji if she could stay at his place, she promised him that she'll everything for him; perhaps being his maid would be nice. Momiji just allowed her to stay but he hadn't thought of what she can for him.

He gently put her down at the sofa, "It's a good thing that my unit had two bedrooms, usually that's the guest bedroom you've stayed last night," he said pointing to the room.

"Oh, I see," Sayuri said, "I guess I'll just wear the nightgown I wore last night," Then she tried to stand up, though limping, she got a towel and the last night's nightgown on which hung loosely on one of the chairs.

Momiji watched her enter the bathroom, then watched her close its door. He felt satisfied on what had happened today, there was a big grin on his face, something he couldn't explain, he looked at his arm, and there was a bandage. He remembered Sayuri putting it while telling him how a big idiot he was. He then looked outside at the window, the city lights never looked so pretty, he wondered if his life is about to take a turn again. For the first time he felt hopeful, he decided it is time to break his silence. If he can, he planned to back out from the arranged marriage, get his father to listen him, and also convince Momo and his mother that he is part of their family. A lot of things had to be done, and yet, he knew that these things couldn't happen like a miracle from heaven. A lesson he just learned from Sayuri is to never give up the fight, never giving up and to continue to dream, continue to live as a normal person in this world full of battles. That's what he learned.

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Everything sure happens fast, things happen for a reason, and that reason is unknown, whatever our motive might be, the outcome still depends on fate. Time fly fast when you are happy. Momiji just found themselves on the sofa, they were watching T.V. a while ago, and also eating chips, that it scattered on the small table in front of them. Momiji looked at sayuri who had already dozed off in her seat, with a bag of potato chips on her lap. He studied her for quite a time, just like the time he brought her home unconscious.

He cleared some of the strands of black hair which obstructed her clear white face. "If you say you are Kakeru's cousin and Machi's friend, how come those men are after you? Why do they want you dead for some reason? Have you done them wrong?" Momiji's eyebrows went into a deep thought, He remembered the story his father told him, about Katsutoshi Yasuhara and the tragedy that befallen his family. He tried to recall earlier conversations with Sayuri. If he had remembered it right, she was adopted. Then, it is a big possibility that she didn't come from the Inoue family, and if he had taken closer attention on the family portraits from her apartment, she looks entirely different from her sisters. If it could be, maybe, just one possibility, that maybe she must be Saie Yasuhara, the one possible heir of the Yasuhara Company and Katsutoshi's daughter which is rumored to be saved during the assault. But all these are just speculations. But, if she is, then, how? How can she be the heir? Things must be clear, for things to take into action. He looked at the wall clock, 11:30 pm.

"My brain must be tired," he said as he smiled at himself. He decided to postpone the mystery echoing him. He decided to take a break from everything. He scratched the back of his head. "Tomorrow will be a busy day for us," he told her sleeping form, as if she could hear him. He took the bag of chips from her lap then laid her down on the sofa, and then he went to her room and got a thick blanket and a pillow for her.

After he tucked her in, like a little doll, he wished her a good night's sleep.

Mystery... I want Mystery... anyways... I feel like I couldn't develop Miji's character in the story, but I hope he gets cheerful soon and not become a worry wart, just because his father placed him as chairman and put all the responsibilities on his shoulders, I think this the best way he reacts. he tries to withdraw himself, so that he wouldn't suffer hurt again, well that's just what I predict his future character would be.

(sigh) please feel free to review, SEM break is going to a close for me, huhuhu... :(