Amaya smiled slightly as she sat on the couch with Kyoya, watching the movie with him half-heartedly as she cuddled into him gently, closing her eyes as he stroked her hair soothingly. She was too distracted herself to notice how upset he looked as well. When he phone vibrated she blinked as the text was from Kiyomi, opening it unsure of what she'd find. She pulled away from Kyoya instantly, dropping her phone in disbelief.

She stared blankly as Kyoya picked it up and read it tears forming behind them. "Tell me she's lying" Amaya pleaded but it was met with silence. She looked at him and he was staring at her trying to think of something to say. "Tell me she's lying" Amaya repeated louder. He still wasn't answering her. "Kyoya, you're scaring me" She begged as a tear fell. He moved to wipe it away and she pushed his hand away, "TELL ME SHE'S LYING" Amaya shouted as she stood up, crying and glaring at him.

"I- It's not- I messed up" Kyoya began as he tried find the right words. Amaya shook her head crying.

"No" She murmured as she stepped back from him, shaking her head. "No, no no no no!" She cried, as he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her.

"Amaya I'm so sorry" He murmured into her neck.

"No!" She shouted as she broke away from him. "Get out!" She added as tears continued to fall. "Out!" She yelled at him. He was just staring at her, torn. "I said get out! Now! I can't believe you!' She shouted as she fell to the floor glaring as he moved to hug her. "I SAID GET YOUR ASS OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE BEFORE I CASTRATE YOU ASSHOLE!" Amaya shouted as a sob racked through her, tears pouring down her face.

Finally he turned to leave as she pulled her legs to her chest, sobbing loudly as she rocked back and forth on the floor. She glared at him as he left still crying when Kirara found her like that. Her sister wrapped her arms around Amaya and Amaya pulled her closer, hugging the girl tightly to herself for support as she stopped her tears.

She calmed down long enough to take a shower and got dressed. She needed to go and talk to Kiyomi now. She wasn't going to put this off.

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I don't even know how long I had been lying curled up in my bed just staring at the wall after I hit send. It wasn't like me to purposefully try and breakup a perfectly good relationship, maybe it wasn't all that great if he so easily- no! It was my fault.

I didn't move when I heard my door open. I thought it was just Gabriel coming in to try and get me to talk again. Why should I talk anymore? It's not like anything I say to anybody would make anything better. I still would have had sex with Kyoya in the club room; I still would have compared Amaya to my mother.

The person that had entered my room sat down on the edge of my bed, but they still said nothing. I knew it wasn't Gabriel, he would have for sure said something by now. Then I heard the voice my heart couldn't stand to hear right now. "Kiyomi, are you awake?" I pulled my covers up over my head as tears started to fall. Her voice sounded like she was in a mix of feelings and yet feeling nothing.

"I'm so sorry Amaya. I-I didn't think he would and then I-I don't know what I was thinking," I sounded pathetic with my apology mixed in with my tears. She put her arm over me and gave me what could be classified as a hug. I tried to roll away from her and she didn't stop me. "I don't deserve your hugs," I mumbled.

She didn't try to hug me again, but she didn't leave either. I rolled over so I could see her at least partially in the darkness of my room. "Kiyomi…" A sob went through her as she said my name and I felt my heart break even more. I wanted to do something to comfort her, but I couldn't bring myself to touch her. She was looking at the wall and not at me, but even just by looking at her back I knew she had been crying for a while. "Thank you," she said.

I shook my head. "Amaya, you shouldn't be thanking me! You should be yelling and furious and you should hate me." She turned her body so she was sitting sideways and looking at me. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she was smiling at me.

"I'm not mad at you. I do however, think Kyoya should go die in a hole." Despite everything, I giggled. I caught myself and stopped before it turned into a full-out laugh. "I now know how much of an ass he is."

I sat up and looked at her. "Amaya, it was my fault. I went to him, I kissed him, I initiated everything that happened earlier." She reached over and took my hand.

"But he could have stopped you. He more than likely knew what was going on and I'm sure you wouldn't have objected if he said no." I stared at our hands as she spoke. It was the same thing I was trying to convince myself of.

"I knew what was going on too, I knew what I was –okay, I didn't know what I was trying to accomplish, but I knew it would hurt you and I guess… I don't know. You shouldn't be here being so nice to me." Slowly I raised my eyes to look at her face. She was still smiling slightly at me as she reached over to turn on the lamp on my nightstand. Her eyes were red and puffy and I felt even worse.

"He should have known. I don't blame you at all," she said gently. Then her eyes moved down to my neck and widened. I pulled the blanket up to hide all of the marks he had left there from her sight.

Amaya shook he head sadly as Kiyomi tried to cover herself. She couldn't believe Kyoya had done this, but in all honesty she was glad it was Kiyomi he had slept with. She had been shocked when she found out Kiyomi was his first crush, and it was only natural that he still had feelings for her. Kiyomi was an amazing girl. "Don't… Don't worry about it okay?" She asked the girl gently.

"Amaya what are you trying to do here?" Kiyomi asked confused as she continued to hide under the blankets partially.

"I'm trying to help you understand that it's okay. I should have seen it coming. He's the shadow king after all" Amaya said with a humorless laugh. "It wasn't your fault" She added softly. Amaya closed her eyes for a minute as she took in a deep shaky breath. "I know your still upset with me, and I'm not asking you to forgive me, or trying to use this to make you be my friend again. I just wanted you to understand that I don't blame this on you at all. You know how I feel in movies where the guy cheats and the girl is pissed at the other girl. It doesn't matter if he was seduced; he still has a brain and a mouth and is able to say no. I don't blame you" Amaya murmured.

Amaya saw Kiyomi struggle to respond but the girl merely smiled and shook her head "I don't want you to respond now, or even tomorrow. We both obviously need our space. I don't know what came over me, but you aren't a whore. I guess I'm just jealous of you. You're so much more confident than I am. So much prettier than me too, and I haven't been myself lately. I just…If you ever need to talk to someone I'll be there for you if you want" Amaya promised closing her eyes.

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I still didn't know what to say to her, but there was one thing I knew I had to do. I dropped the blanket and wrapped my arms around her and cried. "I'm sorry that I said you were like my mom, you aren't. I wish I could be as nice as you are and that I always put other people before myself like you do. We should take a little break from each other, but know that I don't hate you Amaya."

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Amaya nodded her head in understanding. "We both said things that we didn't mean…" She muttered stroking her friend's hair. "We'll get through this though and come out stronger than before. I could never hate you Kiyomi" Amaya added softly as she hugged her friend tightly a little bit longer for the last time that night. "I'll see you around" Amaya added gently as she pulled away, tears still falling, but her eyes were brighter than they had been a few minutes ago, her smile a little brighter.

She smiled sadly as she turned to leave "I'll still be there for you if you ever need anything" Amaya reminded before leaving the room and going back down to her limo, leaving her friend and feeling awful about it. But she knew that both of them needed to work out their feelings before they could do anything to even try and repair their loosely bound friendship. Another fight with harsh words would cross the already delicate line that both of them where balancing on, and it wouldn't be in the right direction. After all, delicate lines are the easiest to cross.

A/N

Writers Epiphany: Well then… Megan and Meghan have finally finished Delicate Lines! As we were working on this chapter I couldn't resist adding the last line and then it was like, that's the perfect ending to this story. So we did, no point in trying to top that Right?

MoonDragonLove: I have really enjoyed writing this story for all of you and thank you to everyone that has been here with both of us through all of the happy and sad times. I really appreciate all of the reviews and all of the support you guys gave. I can't wait to see you at the sequel… Maybe.