Fangirly and Psychotic Thoughts

The best BL live action I've seen so far.. and this is coming from someone who's still in love with the Takumi-kun Series.

I'm not a fan of Chinese productions. I liked Taiwanese serials when I was still in high school but Chinese? Nah! I kind of have that prejudice that a lot of foreigners have about the land of xiao long bao and because of that, I tend to stay away from Chinese entertainment. 2 months ago, I saw a recommendation from a blog that I follow to watch this 2 part-movie series. I said to myself, why not, since I was looking for a good distraction and it has been a long time since I watched a BL story.

I will be honest in saying that at first, I didn't appreciate the looks of the seme, Xie Yan (played by Meng Rui).. He's the type that I won't say handsome at first glance. And let me tell you, fujoshis like me are very particular with how a seme should look like. I was actually too put off after the first scene of Meng Rui that I immediately shut my player off LOL.

A few days after, I chanced upon a the wiki page of Uncontrolled Love and there were some comments from the person who updated the page that the lead actors Meng Rui and Wang Bowen (Xiao Nian in the movie) are dating in real life. WOW! really wow! So long story short, I got interested again and stalked these actors online.

It turns out, Meng Rui is actually a gorgeous human being:


He just didn't look that good in the movie's first scene LOL! And well, Wang Bowen, as proven by his almost (as of writing) 2 million fans in Weibo is a cutie pie:


Sadly, although they're very close to each other, they haven't confirmed that they're dating in real life.



Seems to me that they are, though <3 <3 <3


But it's not their looks that made me think Uncontrolled Love is the best BL movie so far. It was the movie itself: The acting- how the 2 leads brought Xie Yan and Xiao Nian to life, especially Meng Rui- he has some serious acting skills going; the music- I fell in love with the 2 OSTs sang by both of them; the directing; the production; everything. The only fault I guess is the English subtitles from the movie's Chinese production. I would probably appreciate a fansub more LOL!

The battle is done and Yuzu was able to reclaim the World Championship Title. It was the most intense FS competition so far especially since during the short program, Yuzu was penalized for a late start and a knee-down on his intended combination. He placed 5th on the Short Program and you could feel how it broke the hearts of his fans. Nevertheless, we were still hopeful as Yuzu is known for his dramatic comebacks and our cheers were rewarded when Yuzu skated his Free Program. It was PERFECT! Definitely a record-breaking performance.

A/N

Mao has always voiced out how miserable he feels during the winter season, being overly skinny and all that so I decided to write a fic which is somehow related to it.

Reviews (positive and negative) are much appreciated :)

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Mao hates winter. Although he hates everything about it, there are three particular reasons why he hates winter. First, it's too cold that he feels the chill seeping through his bones even under five layers of clothing. Second, because his body can't endure such extreme coldness, he can't help but stay at home when he doesn't have any work commitment. Third and most pathetically, during times like this, when he's feeling cold and alone, he can't seem to remove one person out of his mind.

Mao tossed and turned on his bed restlessly, frowning when he saw the glowing numbers on his desk clock.

2:05 A.M.

He's been laying on his bed for more than 3 hours already but it seems sleep doesn't want to grant his body the rest it needs.

Sighing, Mao sat up and reached under his pillow for his iPhone. There are no new notifications displayed but he still tapped his message icon open, his thumb hovering over a particular thread.

Giving in to his impulse, he tapped it open to reveal the most recent message he received.

We just finished shooting. Yay! I'm heading home now. I miss you terribly T.T Looking forward to our date tomorrow. Have a good night sleep 3

Mao smiled and bit his lower lip self-consciously. He had re-read the message a dozen times after receiving it but the fluttering in his stomach hasn't subsided even a bit.

Daisuke-his heartwarmingly sweet boyfriend-has gone to a nearby town to shoot an episode for UMAI! and since it will be his day off the next day, they made an appointment to meet.

They rarely get a chance to see each other these days because of their different working schedules so they both look forward to having a day off together.

There are times that Mao hates the kind of work they both have but he pushes this selfish feeling aside when he sees the sense of fulfillment in Daisuke's smile. His boyfriend really loves acting after all.

Speaking of his boyfriend, Mao is wondering if he got home safely.

The young man went toward the sliding glass doors of his room's veranda to check if the snowing a while ago has stopped. His eyes widened when he drew the curtain and it revealed a terrible sight. The usually colorful roofs of the houses and apartments in their village is now covered in thick white snow. Mao is suddenly thankful he parked his black SUV inside their small garage.

Well, it's also a good thing Dad and Yume decided to check in a hotel rather than coming home in this weather, Mao thought.

His father and younger brother has also gone out to visit a relative living near Tokyo but after hearing the weather update on TV, they decided to spend the night in a hotel instead. There's one more person he's worried about though.

He stared at his phone again, debating with himself if he should call his boyfriend or not. He's really shy about calling, always the one to wait for the older man to call. This has been their situation since they got together. It's not as if Mao doesn't like hearing his boyfriend's voice. It's more like he doesn't want to bother Daisuke or cause him any inconvenience seeing as he's always tired from work.

The internal battle he's having is suddenly cut off when he hears the doorbell ring.

Frowning, he grabbed his thick sweater before going out of his room to check who could possibly be ringing their doorbell at this time and weather.

His eyes widened upon seeing the image of the person waiting on the porch through the CCTV. Without a second thought, he dashed towards the main door to throw it open, revealing his boyfriend, shivering and almost covered in snow.

"H-hi babe..."

Mao stood by the door staring at the man in front of him, too stunned to react.

"I know I should kiss you senseless right now but it's really cold out here Mao." Daisuke tried to smile but his trembling mouth betrayed him.

Mao snapped out of his shock and pulled his boyfriend inside, locking the door close immediately afterwards.

"What happened? I thought you're home by now." Mao helped Daisuke remove his coat which is completely covered in snow. His eyes widened when he realized that his boyfriend is wearing only a sweater inside which is also totally soaked.

"Are you crazy?!" Tearing up, he couldn't help feeling angry at the older man. "Why are you wearing only this? And why are you out in this weather? Do you want to die or what?"

Daisuke smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, Mao. My car acted up on the way home. The heater also broke so I couldn't stay inside the car."

Mao sniffled and breathed heavily. He remembered the time Daisuke sent him the text message. "Where were you when your car broke?"

"Few kilometres away. My phone is dead so I couldn't make a call and then I remembered your house is near."

"Y-you walked until here?"

Daisuke just hung his head low.

Mao slapped him on his right arm. "Baka!"

"Mao-"

Mao furiously wiped his tears with his balled up fists. "Come on, I'll prepare a hot bath for you. We can't leave you like this."

"Mao, please don't be mad-"

"We'll talk later." Mao exhaled sharply. "Right now, you need to warm up." He pulled his boyfriend towards his room.

He instructed him to sit on the bed before disappearing into the connecting bathroom to prepare the bathtub.

Daisuke looked around the room silently. Last time he was here was years ago when they were still playing Takumi and Gii. Even when they started dating recently, they've always gone to his apartment because of the privacy it offers.

Mao came out after a few minutes, his eyes still not directly looking at Daisuke, a clear indication that he's angry.

The older man gulped apprehensively.

"The bath's ready." Mao's voice is colder than winter.

"Yeah..." biting his lip, he entered the bathroom, sighing when the steam immediately warmed his skin up. He started taking off his sweater, earning a gasp from the younger man who immediately turned away.

"I-I'll be outside if you need anything." With that, Mao dashed outside as fast as lightning.

Daisuke chuckled. It seems his boyfriend is still shy about these things. Well, they haven't done the deed after all. Really, Mao is as innocent as he looks. And most importantly, he hates dirty things which probably includes the natural lovemaking between two men. Daisuke has a feeling, it will take time for Mao to be more comfortable about sex.

But it doesn't matter to him. He's content with their situation as it is. Making out with Mao is already perfect. He can live a hundred with just a kiss and cuddling now and then.

Mao is focused on stirring a huge mug of hot chocolate in the kitchen when Daisuke finished taking a bath. Gathering courage, he wrapped his arms around the younger man tightly.

"I'm sorry for coming here suddenly."

Mao sighed. "You know that's not the reason I'm upset. You should have waited for a car to pass by rather than walking under this snowstorm. What if you froze to death outside? Have you even thought about what I would feel if that happened?"

"Sorry Mao. I guess, I really just wanted to see you so badly. This won't happen again, I promise." Daisuke kissed Mao's neck repeatedly.

Mao sighed and angled his neck sideways to give his boyfriend more access.

"Your father will kill me if he wakes up and catches us like this."

"Father isn't here. He's in a hotel with Yume."

"Hmmm... so, we're alone here then." Daisuke smiled seductively on Mao's skin.

He maneuvered the latter so that they're facing each other. Wasting no time, he captured Mao's lips on his own. As if on cue, Mao wrapped his arms around the older man's shoulders, gasping inaudibly when Daisuke started attacking his mouth with his tongue.

Kissing with Daisuke is still something that mesmerizes him. Even after all the making out they did in front of the camera and during their practice sessions, Daisuke's ability to make him melt just by his mouth never grows old.

A few more kisses later and they found themselves cuddling on the living room sofa watching a rerun of Daisuke's favorite show Gossip Girl. Daisuke took a sip of the hot chocolate that Mao has prepared for him earlier. He sighed contentedly when the hot liquid touched his throat.

"I love winter!" He exclaimed happily, his free arm snaking around Mao's waist to pull the younger man closer.

Mao frowned at him but laid his head on his broad shoulder anyway. "You just battled a snowstorm and yet here you are professing your love for winter. You're ridiculous!"

Daisuke pouted, "But because of winter I can see you and cuddle with you and drink your delicious hot chocolate. What more can I ask for?"

Mao's cheeks turned pink at his boyfriend's statement. He raised his hand to fiddle with the large zipper of his favorite hoodie that Daisuke is borrowing.

Daisuke couldn't help inhaling the apple scented shampoo Mao uses on his hair because of their proximity. His hold on the younger man's waist tightened. "Why do you hate winter so much? I mean, aside from the chill?"

"Everything about winter is bad Daichan! I feel like dying, my body can't function properly and don't get me started with how dirty the whole town gets when the snow starts melting."

Daisuke chuckled heartily. "I think, you just need good winter memories to change your pessimism."

"Hmmmp! And what kind of memories could that be?"

"Let's see... If the weather improves later, we can try something interesting." Daisuke raised his hand to tilt Mao's chin. "But right now we can do something better ne?" He whispered before leaning down to capture the younger man's lips once more.

A wisp of air on his left cheek woke Daisuke up some time later. He blinked his eyes to see Mao's sleeping face, his head lolled sideways, facing Daisuke.

It seems they have fallen asleep on the sofa after watching GG. Daisuke looked towards the window to check the weather, his face brightening when he saw that the snowing has stopped. Beside him, Mao stirred languidly.

"What time is it?"

Daisuke checked his wristwatch. "It's almost 9A.M. We slept for more or less 4 hours." He kissed the top of Mao's hair.

"Are you hungry? I can fix us something for breakfast." Mao offered.

"Ah, now that you mention it, I haven't eaten since last night's early dinner actually." Daisuke smiled sheepishly. "My stomach is grumbling."

Mao giggled. "I'll fix something real quick. Do you have any request?"

The older man shook his head. "Anything prepared by you will be perfect."

Mao hit him lightly in the arm. "You, flatterer!"

The skies are getting clearer and the sun is starting to peep from where it is hiding, Daisuke noticed as he drew the curtains to let some natural light in through the glass windows.

"Have you ever built a snowman?" He turned towards Mao who has just finished stacking the plates they washed together.

Mao wiped his hands dry on a napkin before joining his boyfriend by the window. "Not really. I'm not keen on those childish American traditions."

Daisuke clutched his chest to feign absurdity. "Mao! How could you mock Mr. Snowman like that!"

Mao's eyebrow shot up. "Well, I just never liked playing in the snow. Summer activities are more enjoyable for me." He crossed his arms in defiance.

"You can't say that without even trying." Daisuke winked.

"Oh no no no!" Mao knows what that wink means. "I'm not going out there! You know how weak I am against cold."

"C'mon babe, just this once. If you really hate it then we'll return inside immediately." Daisuke made his infamous puppy look which he knows can make his boyfriend give in.

Mao sighed patiently. "Fine. But we'll get in immediately when the cold starts chilling my bones okay?"

"Hai!" Daisuke saluted excitedly.

They bundled up in Mao's thick clothes, with the younger man wearing 5 layers and Daisuke only 2. Mao is having a hard time moving in these layers but he endured it in favor of witnessing his boyfriend turn into a child. Earlier, Daisuke almost bolted out when he opened the front door. He probably didn't even hear Mao shout "Abunai!".

The snow hollowed under Mao's boots when he stepped out, making him frown openly. He gingerly went towards his boyfriend who already started piling up large chunks of snow to make a snowman.

"You seem professional about this already." Mao sneered.

"I built snowmen with my cousins a lot when we were young. Nowadays, work prevents me from even seeing them."

Mao's face softened. "You miss them a lot."

Daisuke just smiled. Suddenly, he looked up the sky, his eyes widening dramatically. "Oh look! The sun is coming out!"

Mao stared up to see it for himself but then he felt something cold hit his chin.

He turned back at his boyfriend shocked as bits of snow dripped down his chin.

Daisuke bit his lip to suppress a laugh."My hand slipped."

"You!"

"I swear, it was an accident!" Daisuke feigned innocence. "I meant to hit your forehead actually." He guffawed.

"You don't know who you're playing with." Mao's voice dipped dangerously low.

His tone surprisingly turned Daisuke on. If not for the cold ground he probably would jump the younger man.

Mao reached for a handful of snow and threw it directly at Daisuke but the latter managed to avoid it.

"Your aim is bad." Daisuke teased.

"Oh, it's on!" Mao pulled out a big chunk from the snowman.

Daisuke backed away, raising his hands.

"Mao, that's way too large! I only hit you a handful."

"So what?" Mao cocked his eyebrow, approaching slowly but surely.

Daisuke stepped on a fallen twig, making him stop from backing away. Mao took this chance and threw the snow at him, hitting him directly on the chest.

The younger man laughed aloud before running away, the sound making Daisuke smile despite himself.

They ended up throwing snow at each other while at the same time running away, their hair and clothes splattered with white snow.

Mao stooped down to gather snow when he felt the cold soft ice hit him on the cheek. He straightened to retaliate but Daisuke was prepared to throw another at him.

The snow hit him on the face, its impact surprising him that he miscalculated his footing. He felt his left foot slip, making him fall backwards.

Daisuke saw Mao's left foot slip so he immediately ran towards him, catching him in time for his fall. His gloved hand cupped the back of Mao's head to protect it from the impact.

Fortunately, the snow-covered ground made the fall almost painless.

Mao's eyes are tightly shut and his breathing is heavy when Daisuke found his bearings again. He softly treaded his gloved hand on the younger man's cheeks, coaxing him to open his eyes.

Tickled by the leather glove, Mao blinked his eyes open. He stared up at the older man hovering above him.

"Are you okay Mao?" Daisuke asked worriedly.

The younger man can only nod slightly since his boyfriend's face is really close. Realizing their position finally, his cheeks heated up.

Daisuke on the other hand, doesn't seem to mind. His fingers kept mapping Mao's face, particularly the dips of his lips. Mao can see clearly how the irises of his eyes flicker at each movement.

"You're so beautiful like this." Daisuke breathed out.

Mao giggled self-consciously. "How can a face as pale as mine be beautiful?"

"You should be more confident about your looks Mao." Daisuke's eyes softened. "I'll show you just how beautiful you are in my eyes." He finally crossed the remaining space between them to connect their lips together.

Mao tilted his head, accepting Daisuke's kiss reverently. His own gloved hands found their way on the back of his boyfriend's thick jacket, clutching tightly.

Daisuke's tongue snaked inside his mouth, immediately curling over Mao's own tongue. Mao welcomed the intrusion just as fervently.

They kept kissing until Mao felt soft snow falling on his face.

"It's snowing again..." He whispered, quite entranced.

Daisuke smiled down at him, wiping the flecks of snow away from his face. "We should get inside then." He got up and offered his hand for Mao to take.

When they finally shook off the snow from their clothes, the unfinished snowman caught Mao's attention.

"He looks miserable like that." He remarked. "Do you think we can finish him up before it snows heavily again?"

Daisuke smiled widely and kissed him on the forehead. "I'm a professional, ain't I?"

As they drank hot coffee while watching another rerun of Daisuke's favorite show, Mao stared outside through the glass window. The snowman is visibly and proudly standing on the white ground, its red scarf fluttering mildly.

With the love of his life snuggling with him contentedly while the snow falls silently outside, Mao thought maybe he can reconsider that winter isn't too bad after all.

(The island of Iwo Jima stands between the American military force and the home islands of Japan. Therefore the Imperial Japanese Army is desperate to prevent it from falling into American hands and providing a launching point for an invasion of Japan. General Tadamichi Kuribayashi is given command of the forces on the island and sets out to prepare for the imminent attack. General Kuribayashi, however, does not favor the rigid traditional approach recommended by his subordinates, and resentment and resistance fester among his staff. In the lower echelons, a young soldier, Saigo, a poor baker in civilian life, strives with his friends to survive the harsh regime of the Japanese army itself, all the while knowing that a fierce battle looms. When the American invasion begins, both Kuribayashi and Saigo find strength, honor, courage, and horrors beyond imagination. Written by Jim Beaver <jumblejim@prodigy.net>// source: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0498380/)

I've known about this movie even before I became an ARASHI fan but I didn't have any interest to watch it despite the fact that I am obsessed with JAPANESE history and culture. I decided to watch it today though since it was always an amusing topic between ARASHI members and I kinda wanted to know why so many international critics praised Nino's acting in this movie.

Well then I watched it and I just got depressed during the 2-hour long film. I love Nino and maybe because I knew what his ending in the movie would be that I wasn't able to remove that gloomy feeling even before the opening credits were shown. I agree that the movie was an eye opener, the story telling was so in depth and the musical scoring deserves the Academy Award but yes, maybe because I always see Nino acting as a brat and fooling around that's why it is hard for me to remove that depressed feeling. Well, the good thing is, Nino was really amazing in this movie. If you weren't a fan, you wouldn't even think that he's an idol. Also, he has that ability to make viewers empathize with him.



This is also a new perspective for me since being a Filipino, I've seen a whole bunch of anti-Japanese WWII movies in High School. We were taught how these Japanese soldiers tortured and massacred our fellow Filipinos and whatnot. Seeing this movie though, I understood that these Japanese soldiers were also suffering because of the war.

And it makes me kinda happy that nowadays most of the Filipinos have already forgiven Japan and even considers it as a sister-country. I hope this good relationship will continue on despite the bad NEWS about Philippines among the international media...

I've just finished watching Ninomiya's Haha to Kuraseba film and although I liked his other films better, I still agree that the movie is a good choice to represent Japan in the upcoming 2017 Oscars Best Foreign Film Category.
The story is set in post-WWII Japan and revolves around a mother who is grieving the loss of her son during the Nagasaki bombing. She has resolved to move on with her life but was soon visited by the apparition of her beloved son.
I hope it will be shortlisted so I can see more of Nino in the international news ;) He deserves another break like this after Letters from Iwo Jima...

So it's my off and I finally found time to review ARASHI's The Digitalian Concert DVD. Personally, I think this is the best concert in terms of lighting, choreography and special effects so far (more than Japonism). I applaud the whole concert staff for being able to produce a unique concert like this.


Off to my favorite parts:


I thought I was watching a Star Wars movie...


Nino is sooo cute in his holiday attire and well, this song will surely enliven one's Christmas spirit...


My eyes were glued to the screen and I may have forgotten to breath during this performance. This is a proof that Johnny's are world-class performers...


My favorite song in the Digitalian Album...This song showcases Ohno's unique tone.I could hear his distinct voice clearly even during group verses...

I'm super excited for the ARE YOU HAPPY CONCERT DVD now :) The Album hasn't even been released yet but I'm already looking forward to seeing the concert DVD LOL! As much as I want to go to Japan and personally witness the live, I'm still one of the unlucky foreign fans who can only wait for the DVD release (**sigh**)...

OMG, I had to wait for 3 months to be able to watch this. Well, even though the subtitles were being released 2 weeks after the episodes were shown in Japan I didn't have the courage to wait in anticipation so I had to stay still until the last episode's subs were released.

I'm still at the first episode though and things are already looking good. Every minute is suspenseful and biting. And of course, Tatsuya Fujiwara delivers. He's one of my favorite actors ever. Hated his acting in Death Note but loved him after seeing ST: AKA to Shiro no Sousa File. Since then, I make sure to watch all his dramas and movies. And right now, i'm looking forward to see how he'll survive the game in this drama.

I don't normally say it out loud but I'm so proud of our team. I'm thankful that I was added to this team of amazing people :) I know we'll win this guys!

#TeamAllen #StatementShirtDay #FEWBaguio #ConvergysBaguio2

A/N

And now we come to the ending. Minna, Thank you for reading until the last part. At first, I have actually written this with a very detailed smut scene but I decided to remove that part to preserve the romantic and sweet atmosphere between the lovers.

Don't you guys worry, the fluff is still in the air as promised.

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"How do you do it?"

Mao stopped from writing down notes on his reviewer to look at his friend and classmate Micah who has been wallowing in misery since they started studying for an upcoming test here in a small but cozy coffee shop opposite their academy in Lower East Side.

"Do what?"

"The long-distance thing." Micah pouted. "You haven't been listening."

Mao chuckled. "Didn't we come here to review for the test? You should take this seriously."

"Sometimes I forget you're Asian." Micah deadpanned.

Mao continued with his reviewing. "Studying abroad is expensive so we have to study harder. It would be a shame to go back home with terrible grades."

"As if money is a problem for you." Micah took a sip of her latte. "Your boyfriend is an actor. He must be earning tons of won."

Mao sighed patiently. "Firstly, it's yen, not won. Secondly, my boyfriend is not a benefactor. Thirdly, what are you whining about anyway?"

"Jacob didn't call me last night." Micah blurted.

"And why is that a problem?" Mao cocked his eyebrow.

"Because he always calls me but last night he didn't. He must be getting tired of me!"

"Ah, I think so too."

Micah's eyes widened. "What-"

"I was kidding," Mao chuckled. "Just because your boyfriend didn't call you once it already means he's getting tired of you. Maybe he's just busy."

"But-"

"And why are you waiting for him to call you? Why don't you call him instead?"

Micah's eyes rounded in realization. "He has always been the one to call first..." her voice faded shyly.

"Aren't relationships supposed to be dual-sided?" Mao scolded.

Micah bit her lip at this. "I'll give him a call when I get home." She decided.

"Good. Now, start reviewing your notes." Mao took a sip of his own coffee before returning to his own notes.

"Maybe this is why your relationship is so strong despite the distance." Micah stated fondly, staring at the young Japanese man. "You think maturely."

Mao smiled, remembering his older boyfriend. "I'm not as mature as he is though. Sometimes I get angry because of trivial matters too but he always tries to understand. I learn many important things about relationship because of him."

"Awww, so cute..."

Mao's cheeks turned pink at Micah's teasing. "C'mon, start studying so we can go home ealier."

"Yes professor!" Micah saluted.

As Micah started opening her book, Mao couldn't help but feel sad.

Like Micah's situation, his boyfriend didn't call him this morning too. What's worse is he hasn't called this week at all. And Mao may have advised Micah to be the first to make a call but he actually doesn't have the courage to follow his own advice.

Daisuke's probably too busy with preparations for his new TV drama, Mao thought. This is a huge break for his boyfriend so he's been taking it seriously.

The past months were not as bad as this. When they planned for their future, it was Daisuke who suggested that he go back to New York to continue his studies. He said that he would support Mao and his dreams in life.

They endured the distance and the time difference. Daisuke would stay up until late at night in Japan just to skype with him once a week and he'd call everyday before going to bed when he doesn't have a late night shooting or taping just to hear his voice and wish him a good day.

Mao, on the other hand, quit his shopping addiction to save money for plane tickets during holidays. He also recently got a part-time job in a furniture store to help him save more.

Those months passed by with minimal problems. They both knew how much they love and treasure each other.

"Mao, hey!"

Mao blinked back to the present situation when he noticed Micah's hand waving in front of his face.

"You're spacing out." Micah pointed out.

"Ah, I'm probably just tired with all these reviewing since last night."

Micah frowned. "I think we should head home now. It's getting late anyway."

Mao nodded, thinking of a hot bubble bath in his apartment.

They gathered their things together before going out of the cafe, the cool June air making them both sigh contentedly.

"I hope he's at his house already so we can talk longer." Micah sighed dreamily as they exited the elevator on the 18th floor of their apartment building. Micah lives a few doors after Mao's place. One of the reasons they became friends is when they realized one morning that they're not only classmates in some subjects but they're also living in the same building.

"Just don't nag him immediately after hearing his voice." Mao adviced.

"What do you mean by that? I'm not a nag-" Micah was suddenly stopped when she noticed a man slumped in front of Mao's apartment. "Oh my god Mao! There's a man in front of your door!"

Mao's eyes widened at the sight. He felt as if his heart stopped beating.

The man seemed to feel their presence because he slowly opened his eyes and started stretching his long arms. He turned to them afterwards with a megawatt smile on his face.

"Hi Mao! What took you so long?"

Mao almost flew towards Daisuke, making the latter stagger a bit backwards. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's torso, inhaling his musky scent that he has missed too much.

"Oh god! You're real! Daichan, it's really you!"

Daisuke chuckled, wrapping his own arms around Mao tightly. "Why are you so surprised? I told you we'll spend your birthday together."

"But- but I thought you meant skyping again." Mao sniffled. He buried his face in the older man's chest. "And you didn't call me at all this week!"

"I'm sorry Mao. I had to finish all my commitments to be able to get a week off from work."

Mao raised his head to finally look him in the eyes. "You did that just so you could come here?"

Daisuke nodded, smiling softly. "Anything for my one and only."

They stared at each other lovingly, their eyes magnetizing each other.

Unable to endure anymore, Micah cleared her throat.

Remembering his friend and feeling embarrassed at the same time, Mao broke away from Daisuke's arms.

"Oh no, no, no! Don't break apart! I'm just going to excuse myself." Micah exclaimed.

"Ano... this is Daichan, the one I told you about." Mao introduced. He turned towards his boyfriend, changing into nihonggo. "This is my friend, Micah. She's also a classmate of mine."

Daisuke bowed towards the young woman. "My name's Daisuke. Yoroshiku!"

Micah smiled nervously. "I'm Micah. Nice to meet you." She then turned back to Mao. "Your boyfriend is super hot! You're so lucky!"

Mao giggled at this. "He's gonna brag about that again."

"Anyway, I'm gonna leave the two of you now. I really need to call my boyfriend after watching the two of you eye-fuck each other." With that, she waved goodbye at Daisuke before walking away , her last words making Mao's face turn all red.

"What did she say?" Daisuke asked, curious as to why Mao suddenly blushed.

"N-nothing. Just crazy words. Anyway, let's go inside. I'll show you my room! Do you remember that walk-in closet I told you before?"

As soon as Mao showed Daisuke his bedroom, the latter immediately tackled his boyfriend onto the bed, kissing him deeply and roaming his hands all over his body.

Being Japanese doesn't mean they have weird, out of this world sex all the time when they're together. The truth is Daisuke is really a gentleman and Mao may have perverted fantasies but he's still shy in bed. More importantly, they've decided to take things slowly but surely.

"How were you able to enter this building? The receptionists here are quite strict." Mao wondered as they lounged in his bath tub, with Daisuke cuddling him from behind.

The latter blew some bubbles in Mao's flawless back, smiling to himself like a young boy. "One of the tenants here is an old Japanese couple. I begged, showed our pictures together and they were moved by my great love for you." Daisuke proudly narrated.

"You could've just waited for me in the lounge area."

"I wanted to surprise you, you know. But when I came here, I realized you weren't home yet so I just decided to wait for you here." Daisuke kissed the back of his neck sweetly.

"You're stupid sometimes..." Mao feigned irritation, moving away from Daisuke's body.

Daisuke quickly wrapped his arms around Mao's torso to keep him in place, knowing him all too well. "Hey, hey, what's wrong Mao?"

Mao stayed silent but he let himself be hugged by the older man closer. He slid lower against his body, resting his head on Daisuke's chest.

"What if there was someone here who knows who you are? What if the couple you talked to recognized you and decide to tell some reporter back in Japan? That could ruin your career..."

"Sometimes I wonder why you even think about strange things when we're together." Daisuke sighed. "Maybe I need to exert more effort." He reached between Mao's legs and started fisting the hardening member there.

Mao could only gasp and lose himself to the blissful feeling while Daisuke made him all putty in his hands.

Daichan, do you have the slightest idea how much I care about you?

After Mao's important test the next day, the couple decided to spend the rest of the day in a family park. Mao explained how Japanese students don't usually come here so it would be safe for them to be together.

Currently they are sitting side by side on the grassy ground, enjoying the not so sunny afternoon and the private moment they can enjoy outdoors.

"Your hair grew longer again..." Mao reached his hand out to touch Daisuke's hair, which he let loose today.

"Hmmm... I have to wear it longer for the TV show." The older man turned to look at him properly.

"I like it long. You look gorgeous." Mao whispered.

"Not as gorgeous as you though."

"Stop it. You're gonna turn this again into a battle of confessions." Mao hushed.

Daisuke chuckled to himself. "You know me too well."

Mao twirled his fingers into his boyfriend's hair strands. He was suddenly struck by an urge to kiss him senseless. He bit his lip and moved his hand away but Daisuke caught his wrist back, holding it tightly.

"You can kiss me, you know."

Mao's eyes widened. "I-I..."

Daisuke closed his eyes for him. "I'm waiting..." he breathed out.

Mao's heartbeat started to quicken. He glanced around them but everyone seems to be busy with their own activities. Gingerly, he moved his head towards Daisuke, gulping as their faces came closer. Tentatively, he touched his lips to the older man's lips, the softness inviting him to delve deeper.

Daisuke did him a favor by opening his mouth slightly, causing their lips to lock completely.

This isn't their first time to kiss but Mao feels like it is. Butterflies danced in his belly and his toes tingled. He raised his hand to touch Daisuke's cheek and draw his head closer. The older man just let him do what he pleases. This feels new to him since they are outside, with other people just a few feet away. It feels liberating and exciting at the same time.

Their kiss was broken when a thunder erupted followed by a lightning and small drops of rain. Mao fell stunned and rooted to his spot. The people around started walking away to find shelter from the coming rain, some of them passing by and looking at the Japanese couple curiously. Pale-faced and trembling, Mao stood abruptly and started running away. Daisuke ran after him worriedly. He caught him by the arm and pulled him to a stop.

Mao is breathing raggedly and he refuses to look at the older man's face.

"Mao, what's wrong? Why did you suddenly run like that?" Daisuke shook his shoulders carefully.

Mao started sobbing silently. Daisuke encircled his arm on his shoulders.

"Let's find a shed first, okay? It looks like it will rain really hard." He then led the younger man away from the park and towards a nearby chapel that caught his eye.

They stayed on the porch, with the rain pouring heavier around them.

Mao's sobs subsided a little but Daisuke is still worried. He hugged his boyfriend closer.

"What is it? Why did you suddenly run away?"

Mao sniffled. "I shouldn't have... We shouldn't have done that. What if people saw us? How could I be stupid like that?" His sobs returned, making him quiver.

Daisuke finally understood, remembering the blaring thunder and the lightning that followed it. It must have jarred Mao's thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice how you've been worrying about this." Daisuke lamented, realizing what's eating Mao's heart out. "Wanting to protect me, you are sacrificing your desires."

Mao buried his head closer to Daisuke's chest. "I don't want you to lose what's important to you."

"Do you not know, Mao that you are what's important to me? Have I not made you feel that?"

Mao bowed his head. "I do feel that. But I also know how much you love acting. How it makes you happy and fulfilled. I can't take that away from you."

"Mao..." Daisuke held his chin and lifted it gently. "I love you." He captured his boyfriend's lips and kissed them fervently, wanting to pour out every feeling he has in his heart for this beautiful young man.

Mao's eyes are shining when they broke the kiss.

"I've dreamt countless times about marrying you in a chapel like this. I never stopped dreaming that one day, the world will accept the love that we have, that one day my parents will realize how you're the only one for me." Daisuke confessed. "And so each day, I try my best to make each of these dreams reachable. There are times that my resolve weakens and I feel hopeless but when I think about how wonderfully brave you are, I feel stronger again." Daisuke cupped Mao's face with both of his hands. "I might not be able to reach those dreams and we might need to hide our relationship forever but please promise me, Mao, that you'll never hide yourself from me. That you'll always be beside me, fighting for our love."

Mao nodded solemnly. He tilted his head to savor the kiss that Daisuke proffered, accepting the love that came with it as well as the commitment and promise to love each other forever.

"Wow, how can you be so lucky like this?" Micah commented as she and Mao watched Daisuke move around the tiny kitchen.

"Sexy, handsome and a great cook! What more can you ask?" She continued, smiling at the guy who sometimes glances their way. Although Micah has a feeling, his eyes look at Mao only.

Mao just smiled shyly. It's his birthday today and they decided to prepare a nice dinner for him, with Daisuke cooking and Micah helping around.

"This is my best birthday so far." He happily stated.

"He'll be leaving tomorrow, right? You should be spending all the time you've got together. You didn't have to invite me here. I would understand, really." Micah open-mindedly said.

"Micah, I want to be with my friends too on my special day. Besides," Mao blushed a little "We have the rest of the night for each other."

Micah bumped him lightly. "Who says Mao is a naive boy?"

Mao bumped her back. "I'm not as naive as everybody thinks, okay? I'm a grownup man."

Micah laughed hard at this, making Daisuke glance at them again. Mao could only smile at him with wide eyes.

The dinner turned out well and they all helped cleaning up afterwards.

As the night progressed and the couple's light touches get more lingering, Micah decided it's about time to leave. She handed Mao a small birthday package before bolting out, mentally congratulating herself for surviving the sexual tension those two emitted.

Mao excitedly opened the small package after Micah left, his eyebrows knotting at its content.

"What's this?"

It looks like a bullet, small and metal, with a switch on the side.

Daisuke reached over to peek, his eyes widening upon seeing it. He doubled over laughing when he saw Mao's confused face.

"What's funny, mister?" Mao frowned even more.

"You don't have any idea about what that could be?"

Mao shook his head.

"That's a bullet vibrator, Mao. It's used to stimulate your-"

"STOP!" Mao covered his ears, afraid to hear more than what he needs to.

Daisuke pried his hands off his ears. "You don't have to be shy Mao." He smiled teasingly. "That's completely normal especially for people whose lovers are far away."

"Normal? So that means, you have something like this, too?" He asked with wide eyes.

"No, I don't have. Looking at your picture and hearing your sexy voice is enough."

Mao's face turned all red at this.

"Then, I don't need this too." He put the bullet back into the box.

"True." Daisuke nodded "That's nothing compared to what I've got." He stated proudly.

Embarrassed, Mao choked beside him.

Daisuke leaned over and whispered, "And now, for my gift..."

They ended up doing it repeatedly until the wee hours of the morning. Mao lay, completely spent in Daisuke's arms. His back is starting to feel the after effects of their passionate lovemaking but he savored them, thinking to himself that he won't see his boyfriend for a long time again.

"You're still awake?" Daisuke asked, tracing his fingers on Mao's hipbone. "You should sleep. Your hips will surely hurt like hell tomorrow."

Mao shook his head. "I want to be awake while you're still here."

Daisuke kissed his cheek lovingly. "I'll visit again when I get another long vacation, promise."

"Me too. Or we can go on a trip together. Somewhere more secluded." Mao mused.

Daisuke smiled. "We can go to Africa or South Pole."

Mao pinched him on the waist.

"Ouch! Yo'ure getting more violent, huh." He chuckled.

"That's only because you're a loser."

"Ah, lets see who's the loser here!" Daisuke hovered over Mao and without any warning started tickling his boyfriend's weak spots, making the younger man admit his defeat easily.

The days passed by quickly. Christmas is in the air again as people started with their year-end shopping plans.

Laying on his bed, Mao opened his skype to welcome the excited face of his boyfriend.

Daisuke visited again last October and they went on a trip to New Jersey together. With the coming Christmas holidays, Mao's academy will be closed for two weeks which means he can go back to Japan and spend more time with his family, friends and his beloved.

A year ago, his life as a student in New York was totally like hell since he didn't have any friends but now, as his English skills improved, he also started befriending many of his classmates. A year ago, he also thought that it's impossible for him to be loved back by his dream guy but that completely changed and now he's even skyping with the said dream guy.

His life here is not yet as easy and comfortable as he wants it to be but he's trying to be happier everyday. How can he not when there's someone who loves him deeply and treasures him completely?

As Daisuke raved and laughed about how Baba made a fool of himself in front of the camera again, Mao thought to himself,

There are times that my resolve weakens and I feel hopeless but when I think about how wonderfully brave you are, I feel stronger again.

A/N

Who in their sane minds wouldn't grab any chance to kiss Daichan's perfect lips

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Aiko grew more aggressive as she brought her hands up to cup Daisuke's face to kiss him deeper. She started nipping at his lower lip but Daisuke suddenly pushed her carefully yet with certainty.

"Dai..."

"I can't. I'm sorry." He rubbed his face with his palms. "I'm just not in the mood today. Please don't be mad."

Aiko sighed deeply. "I understand. Just, call me later, will you?"

Daisuke nodded affirmatively.

Aiko kissed him on the cheek before turning towards the front door.

Daisuke plopped down on the sofa when Aiko finally closed the door. His eyes caught sight of Mao's scarf. He reached for it and felt its smooth material. He needs to return it, he thought. But how?

Will he even see him again?

He remembered seeing Mao smile for the first time. He also remembered kissing his soft lips last night. It felt so different from Aiko's kisses. His lips were so inviting that when he went out to clear his head, he considered returning to steal another kiss.

Daisuke felt like being gutted at the realization.

"This can't happen! I can't possibly fall in love with another man!" He cried out as he buried his face Mao's scarf, the younger man's scent drowning his senses away.

"He pushed you like that?!" Mrs. Watanabe couldn't believe her ears. She took Aiko's hands which are covered with silk gloves. Her future daughter-in-law has bruises and scratches in her palms so she had to wear gloves to hide them. She led her to sit on one of the cushioned seats surrounding the long table that will be used later for Daisuke and Aiko's engagement party.

The staff of the function hall they are renting are all busy fixing the venue so Mrs. Watanabe and Aiko opted to steer away from them.

"I never liked that Hamao Kyousuke since he starred with my son in a movie." Mrs. Watanabe continued. "I really don't understand until now why Daichan accepted that gay role. It's so shameful! But I supported him because he said it was for his career. Now, I regret allowing it. He shouldn't have met that despicable boy!"

Aiko nodded strongly. "But Daichan defended me so I'm okay now Mama."

"Awww, my son really loves you Aiko. Speaking of that guy, where did he go? He's supposed to be here early."

"He went outside to check the parking lot reservation Mama. He'll be returning soon." Aiko smiled brightly. Today is her most awaited moment. Once they are formally engaged, they can already start fixing the details of their wedding. She and Daichan can now start building their lives together.

Daisuke is about to return inside the function hall when he felt his phone vibrate inside his pants pocket. Wondering, he fished his phone out to check who could be calling him.

His eyebrows knitted upon seeing Baba Ryoma's caller ID. Hesitantly, he tapped accept and brought the device to his right ear.

"Moshi moshi..."

"Daichan, do you know what day it is today?" Ryoma's voice is unexpectedly morose.

"Huh? Ah... you mean my engagement day?"

There was a momentary silence on the other side.

"Did you know that Mao is leaving today?"

Daisuke's knitted eyebrows wrinkled more. "Leaving? To where?"

"He's going back to New York. Today is his flight."

The older man felt like being punched in the stomach. "W-what? Why?"

"Yes, Daichan, why? That's also my question. What did you do that made him decide to leave?"

Daisuke bit his lip, guilty as charged.

"What will you do now?" Ryoma continued.

"I honestly don't know Baba-kun." Daisuke leaned his head on the nearest wall. "I'm also confused here."

"Well, you still have time to come here. Mao's boarding time is two hours from now. At least fix this unnecessary mess between the two of you." With that, Ryoma hung up on the confused man.

Daisuke sighed heavily. He pocketed his phone and with slumped shoulders, entered the function hall once more.

Aiko fondled with the silver ring in her hand. In a few minutes, Daisuke will slide the ring in her finger as the highlight of the engagement ceremony.

She couldn't help but smile happily at the thought. Beaming to herself, she turned the ring in her hand. Her eyes caught sight of an unusual engraving on the inner part of the ring. Curiously, she raised the ring towards the sunlight coming from the large glass windows to properly check the engraving.

Her eyes almost popped off her head when the sunlight illuminated the engraved letters clearly and intensely.

Instantly, as if being burned, she clutched her hand to her chest, the silver band dropping silently on the heavily carpeted floor.

Upon entering the function hall, Daisuke saw with his own eyes as the ring fell from Aiko's fingers. He stared at the ring that fell on the carpeted floor and then at his fiancee who is as pale as a person seeing a ghost.

Wondering, he approached her quickly, his face frowning when Aiko's eyes grew even bigger at the sight of him coming.

He kneeled down to retrieve the ring, more because of care for his grandmother's legacy than his own curiosity.

"N-no! Don't!" Aiko screamed, confusing him all the more.

Nevertheless, he picked the silver band and raised it up for Aiko to receive. The latter hesitantly moved forward to take it back, her movement causing the sunlight behind her to penetrate through. It radiated on the ring, illuminating its interior part fully.

Daisuke's eyes widened at the sight. His mouth dropped open and his hand trembled.

The initials D.W & H.K flaunted itself ostentatiously in front of his very own eyes.

Aiko fell rooted to her spot. Seeing what she has been dreading for some time now, she couldn't stop herself from whimpering.

Daisuke's eyes stopped blinking and his irises turned blank as if staring at nothingness. His breathing became ragged as scenes from the past flashed by his memory like a fast motion picture.

He saw himself outside a shop, holding his grandmother's ring towards the sky with a giddy smile on his face. He then saw himself answering that call from Hamao, getting heartbroken upon hearing the news, going back to the club latter and drinking his sorrows away. He watched himself get in a car, seeing a blinding light and then darkness. The flashbacks seemed to end until he saw himself again, staring unblinkingly at a beautiful Hamao Kyousuke smiling unconsciously. Finally, he watched ghastly as he pushed the same man forcefully, the latter stumbling backwards because of the impact.

Overwhelmed and disconcerted, Daisuke tried to stand. He felt the room dancing around him, making him nauseous and smothering him.

He felt as Aiko gripped his arm, her alarmed voice ringing through. He pushed her away, not minding even though she is already crying. The other people in the function hall stopped from doing their respective tasks, staring at the couple curiously.

Daisuke's parents saw the commotion finally. They rushed toward their flustered son and their crying future daughter-in-law.

"Daichan! What's this?! What's happening with you? Why is Aiko crying?" Mrs. Watanabe demanded.

Daisuke didn't seem to notice her. He grabbed onto a chair to support his wobbly legs and continued staggering toward the exit like a drunken man. His father tried to catch up to him but upon seeing the look on his face, the older man was stopped dead on his tracks.

Mrs. Watanabe tried to follow him too but she was halted by her own husband.

"Why did you stop me?! He can't leave this engagement party."

Mr. Watanabe shook his head, "You can't stop him. He's determined to leave. I saw in his eyes, the son I lost to that accident."

His wife felt like having a heart attack. "H-he can remember now?" The question fell from her lips like a statement. She glanced back at Aiko.

The younger woman seemed to regain her bearings. She ran past them, intent on following Daisuke by herself.

The air blew lightly when he got out of the hall yet Daisuke felt a prickling sensation on his skin. He stared up the sky but immediately hung his head as it seemed like falling on him.

Inhaling deeply, he reeled towards the other side of the road. The sound of a beeping horn jarred his thoughts and he turned his head sharply sideways only to see an oncoming car. Startled, he felt himself unable to move even as the car careened towards him. Like a deja vu, the memories of his car accident flooded his thoughts once more.

"Daichan!" He heard a woman's voice shout before he felt being hit and rolling over on the pavement.

For some time, the world seemed to revolve around him as people gathered around him. More memories flashed through his eyes but they weren't as prominent as Baba's voice ringing in his ears.

"He's going back to New York. Today is his flight."

He saw Aiko's crying face as she kneeled beside him as well as the worried face of an older man whom he presumed to be the driver of the car that hit him. He also felt hot liquid streaming from the side of his forehead. Aiko's lips were moving as if saying something but he couldn't comprehend what it was.

He ignored the stabbing pain pervading his whole body and dragged himself up. Aiko tried to support him but he pried her hands away, not minding her pleas. He saw a taxi that was parked nearby and hauled himself towards it. The driver, who was one of the onlookers, rushed to the taxi after seeing Daisuke enter it.

"Airport please..." Daisuke breathed out.

The taxi driver who seemed to recognize the actor was baffled, "Watanabe-san, shouldn't we go to the hospital?"

He rested his throbbing head on the headrest of his seat, "No. Airport first. I need to see... someone. And please drive as fast as possible."

The driver gulped but seeing as Daisuke is a passenger whose wishes he should cater to, he started the engine and bolted it past the perplexed bystanders.

"Call us as often as you can, okay?" Takki tapped Mao on the back lightly.

"And study hard! If you graduate with honors, I'll attend your graduation day." Ryousuke declared.

"Aniki..." Mao sighed. "I hope you won't expect too much. I'm not as smart as you are."

"Kyouchan, don't belittle yourself." His mother brushed the wrinkled part of his scarf carefully. "You're talented enough to attain your dreams."

Mao smiled at his mother sweetly. He glanced at Ryoma who has kept looking around since they arrived in the Airport.

"Waiting for someone?" He inquired.

"H-huh? No, why would I? Everybody's here." Ryoma stated matter-of-factly.

"You look like a salted leech." Mao crossed his arms and bored his eyes into Ryoma's.

Ryoma laughed it off nervously. He hid his disappointment at Daisuke's absence, not wanting to sadden Mao anymore.

"Daichan already made his choice," he thought sadly. "This is the last straw. I can't force it anymore."

An announcement rang out asking for the passengers of the New York-bound flight to start checking in.

Mao breathed in deeply. "Well, this is it."

He hugged his parents and friends one after the other. Ryoma was the last one.

"Please try to be happy Mao. If forgetting is the only way, I will not argue against it." Ryoma hugged his friend tightly.

Mao blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes. His eyes caught sight of a commotion nearby. Many people, even those hurrying, seemed to be staring at something.

Mao's eyes grew larger when the object of the commotion materialized vividly.

Ryoma sensed his agitation and let go of him. He followed the trail of his sight and was astonished to see Daisuke staggering towards them.

Mao gasped when he noticed the blood flowing from the older man's forehead. Part of his clothes were also torn and his walking is obviously off-kilter. Not minding the people around, he ran at once towards Daisuke. The older man fell into his arms instantaneously, gripping his arm tightly and breathing jaggedly.

"Daichan! What happened?"

"D-don't g-go..." Daisuke moaned, "Don't l-leave m-me again..."

"Daichan?" Mao couldn't believe what he's hearing. Feeling his knees weakening, he lowered both of them on the tiled floor. Daisuke was mouthing more words but Mao couldn't hear them anymore. Takki and the rest rushed towards them.

"Daichan! Please hold on. We'll bring you to the hospital." Yuuta signalled to the others to carry their wounded friend.

Takki was about to take the older man into his arms but Daisuke recoiled, burying his head deeper into Mao's chest.

"Daichan, you know I can't carry you by myself, right?" Mao whispered softly. "Please let the others help." He pleaded.

Daisuke slowly loosened his grip on Mao's arms but it's still evident that he won't let go of him.

"I'll hold his hand while you carry him." Mao looked Takki in the eyes.

"Kyouchan! Your flight-" Ryousuke chimed in.

"I won't go!" Mao shouted. "I can't leave him like this. Please," he sighed deeply, "take my luggage back with you. I'll call home later."

With finality, Mao nodded towards Takki.

The latter carried Daisuke carefully while Mao held his right hand. Together with the rest of their friends, they ran towards the exit, the aiport security and emergency officers meeting them halfway. They ushered the young men towards a waiting ambulance. Mao was allowed to ride with Daisuke as the latter still won't let go of his hand. The rest rode on their own cars, following the ambulance to the small hospital near the airport.

Mao felt sick as he waited with the others in front of the emergency room. He's here in a hospital again, and deplorably for the same reason.

Daisuke has lost consciousness on the way to the hospital so Mao is very worried. Before losing consciousness, the older man kept mouthing soundless words while clutching Mao's hand. It confuses the younger man greatly as to why Daisuke is wounded and bleeding and why he came to the airport in the first place.

The sound of the door opening jolted him back to the present situation. A doctor came out, his facial expression unreadable.

"The patient is stable. He has wounds and bruises on his body which might have resulted from a strong collision. Nevertheless; he doesn't have other serious injuries. Right now, he is still unconscious since we put him under painkillers."

The group of men breathed out a sigh of relief.

"I wish to talk to any of his relatives for further information. Please have them look for me when they arrive."

As if on cue, Daisuke's parents came bolting towards them. Aiko was with them, her eyes fuming upon seeing Mao.

"I'm the patient's mother!" Mrs. Watanabe announced, "What happened to my son?" When she saw Mao, her face turned darker. "What are you doing here? Is hurting my son's fiancee not enough so you also did it to my son?" She bellowed.

"Excuse me, madam, I don't mean to be rude but," Ryoma interfered. "It was your son who came looking for Mao a while ago."

Mrs. Watanabe was unconvinced. "Oh really? And what did you do again? Why is my son here?" She directed her piercing eyes on Mao.

Mao bit his lip to stop himself from sobbing out. "I would never do anything to Daichan. I love your son more than anything in this world."

Mao's confession angered the old woman more. She sharply turned towards the doctor. "I am the patient's mother and I want my son away from these people. Please make sure not to let any of them near him."

Everyone fell shocked at Mrs. Watanabe's declaration.

"Is that even legal?" Yuuta exclaimed.

The doctor couldn't do anything but nod. "The patient's immediate family will decide for his betterment until he wakes up. You won't be able to do anything but follow their wishes."

Daisuke's father was also dumbfounded.

"You can't do this dear. Just think of how Daichan will react when he finds out." He tried to talk her into changing her decision but her decision is already final.

"Our son's health is the most important for me right now and I will go through any lengths to assure his safety." She turned towards the doctor, "Let's talk about my son's condition somewhere private, shall we?"

The doctor nodded and ushered Daisuke's parents to an office nearby.

"You heard Daichan's mother. I'm sure you don't need to be told twice." Aiko voiced out after a moment of silence.

Ryoma couldn't believe his ears. He stepped forward, towering over the petite woman.

"As far as I know, technically, we aren't near Daichan at this moment. You don't have any right to order us around."

Aiko's features hardened at Ryoma's statement.

"And if I may ask, why did Daichan even go to the Airport on the day of your engagement? Did he finally realize your charade?"

"Bastard!" Aiko growled.

"Baba-chan, this is enough. All this fighting won't do us any good." Mao pulled at his arm, pleading. "Let's just go for now.."

Ryoma inhaled deeply then turned back at Aiko, "This doesn't mean we concede."

Mao turned away first. Upon seeing him departing without saying anything, Aiko got angrier.

"What are you so confident about Hamao Kyousuke?!"

Mao stopped on his tracks but didn't face her.

"You are a despicable person! You're selfish and insensitive. Whatever did he see in you that's even worth wasting his life on?"

Mao looked back at her unfeelingly. "You don't know a single thing about me Aiko-san. Don't pretend you know who I am."

"Hah! I know people like you very well. All you ever do is endanger Daichan's life. Don't you know?! The reason he got so drunk and almost got himself killed months ago is you!"

Mao's eyes widened at what he heard. "What do you mean?"

Ryoma and the rest were also confused."That night, you called him, didn't you? After that call, he got so drunk he couldn't see straight but all he ever talked about was you! You who weren't there when he was on the verge of death! I was the one who took him out of that damned car. I was the one who took care of him." Aiko sobbed as tears fell on her cheeks. "And now, even after being hit by a car, he only thought about chasing after you! Who are you to hurt him again and again?!"

Mao felt like being punched on the stomach at Aiko's statement.

"You don't deserve to be beside him. You'll only hurt and destroy him."

Hearing this all of a sudden, tears threatened to fall from Mao's eyes but he addressed her levelheadedly. "Daichan will decide who he should be with. Not me and definitely not you." With finality, he turned his back on her.

He held on to Ryoma's shoulder as they took their leave. The pain in his heart growing tenfold at the thought that he can't keep his promise to Daisuke that he'd hold his hand until he regains consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, it was his mother's worried face that he saw first. Cocking his head sideways, he saw his father's relieved expression followed by Aiko's crying face.

He tried to sit up but his mother pleaded for him to remain laying.

"Mao..." he moaned. "Where is he? Please call him. I need to see M-mao..."

Mrs. Watanabe's eyes widened at hearing his son's plea. "Daichan, what are you saying?"

"Did he leave? Did he return to the Airport? He promised..." Daisuke sobbed painfully as he thought about the possibility that Mao continued with his flight. His breathing became ragged which worried the people around him.

"Daichan please calm down..." Mrs. Watanabe pleaded.

"How are you still looking for someone who decided to leave you?" Aiko shouted, crying. "He wanted to leave you and go back to New York! Why are you such an idiot? We are here. Your family is here. Why don't you see us? Why don't you see me?" Aiko's voice faded on the last word.

Daisuke stared at her sadly. "You know my answer already, don't you Aiko? I love him. I love only him."

Aiko collapsed on the floor, sobbing.

"Even when I lost my memories, I saw only him, thought only about him. Does that hurt Aiko? Does that break your heart?" Daisuke's voice broke. "But nothing is more heartbreaking than what I feel now, knowing I've hurt the one person I love."

Mrs. Watanabe covered her mouth with her hand, stunned at what Daisuke is revealing. Behind them, Mr. Watanabe just hung his head lowly.

"I want to understand your situation Aiko because I know the feeling of loving someone on the sidelines. But, I just can't forgive you. Not for pretending- but for letting me hurt him knowing that I actually have feelings for him."

"Daichan... I'm so sorry..." Aiko continuously sobbed.

"Please don't expect any forgiveness from me right now Aiko. I'm not a generous man. Maybe... maybe in the future."

Aiko stood limply with the help of Daisuke's father. She grabbed her bag before glancing sadly at Daisuke one last time. When the man didn't even look at her, she bid her goodbye to his parents. Hesitantly, she opened the door and got out, remembering Takeru's words for her before.

When he starts remembering you'll get even more hurt. Are you not worried about him hating you for pretending to be his fiancee?

Weakly, she felt herself sliding down against the door as the sobs she couldn't control anymore ripped out of her mouth, echoing until the end of the corridor.

A/N

Upnext: Fluff, more fluff and rabu-rabu moments :)