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*wiggles eyebrows* is it possible to have a writers block unblocked in a few hours? Idk. But you guys were being so nice to me and I couldn't help but write this chap. I changed the plot entirely. I had a fair idea on how this story should turn out, but now I think I have a better plot in my head. Thank you all for reading the shit I write and for not pressurising me.

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" Woah! " I exclaimed as I was tucked into my seat by the oh-so-stunning red head. The cushion soft and comfortable engulfed me whole. As someone who always travelled in first class, I had no idea that a private jet would be this cool, I mean I could sit here all day; unfortunately, it was only a two hour flight. Akashi took his black leather jacket off before he plopped down on the seat in front of me. His red T-shirt, the same colour as his hair made him look so-

" Are you comfortable? " his stern voice snapped me out of my daze.

" More than that " I answered back, with a smile. He gave me a slight nod before looking away.

Patience. I needed that the most right now. Knowing that my past is only inches away from my reach, that my memories are right before me waiting to be recalled didn't make it easy for me to stay quiet and patient. Thousand, no, a million questions rushed through my head, desperately needing an answer as I shut my eyes tight and swallowed hard.

When I woke up in the morning today, Akashi was still there. His hand was still holding my own. His eyes still watching my sleeping form. It was different, waking up to look at someone who cares for you, someone with scary red eyes and short stature. A part of me was emotional of course but then I still found the way he stared at my face funny. It was unusual and cinematic.

It was hard saying goodbyes to his mom, who looked at not only him but me as well with love and affection. " Come again " was all she said before pecking my forehead and pulling me in for a gentle hug. She treated me like I was her own blood, it wasn't surprising, given that my past has a lot to do with his son; fiance and all. We left the place anyway, it was a short drive to the airport, and now here I was, in the luxurious plane of his.

" Would you like something to drink? " a soft feminine voice spoke from beside me.

Soft blonde hair neatly swept back and pinned, not a single strand left loose; beautiful red lips, clean clothes and prettier than me. My eyes travelled from her face to his.

" Just water " answered Akashi and she left with a nod.

I rose my eyebrows at the red head, staring straight at him. He looked away and distracted himself for a while but he couldn't ignore the look I was giving him.

" What is it? " he finally asked, his eyes meeting mine.

" You have pretty girls working for you. I didn't know that " I shrugged.

"You know now" was his simple response.

"I don't like it"

"Why so?" he asked, and I swear I caught him smirking.

"I just don't" I tried answering casually.

" You're jealous. Don't be. "

" I have all the rights to be" I rolled my eyes.

" Of course you do. " he shook his head, catching onto the meaning I was trying so hard to put across.

The girl returned and I made sure to smile politely at her as she handed us our glasses and left. I emptied the cup in a few seconds and set the glass down, only to find Akashi royally sipping on his drink.

" It's just water " I laughed and he couldn't help but glance at the liquid and back at me. "You drink it like it's some expensive wine " I giggled, imitating him.

A smile slowly made its way on his face and then, he downed the whole thing down, like a shot, and put the empty glass back on the table. Though his lips weren't curved, I could make out the smile in the way his eyes looked at mine. It felt nice knowing that I could make someone like him, smile. It felt good that he was loosening up a little and wasn't making me feel awkward anymore. Even though I knew that he knew everything about me, it somehow made me feel at ease. I expected things to get really uncomfortable and weird between the two of us but it wasn't so. I found his silence soothing and his presence warming. A few words were exchanged as I refrained myself from asking him anything related to my past yet. He said he'd tell me everything and I just had to wait, and I would.

" So, I don't know if I should ask you this but umm " I paused, uncertain if I should really put forth my question.

He paid attention, looking at me with his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back into the seat.

" Do you run a gang or something? Like you know, as a side business, underground and all "

" What makes you think so? " he questioned back.

" You were attacked once when we were in the limo and you own guns and stuff. You shot a man in the train the other day and I saw you kill someone at your place as well " the words left my mouth before I could even process what I just said.

" Hnm..Are you scared? "

" No, I find it really cool. " my answers were quick and he looked quite amused. But to be honest, I was beyond scared and terrified. I just wanted to play it cool in front of him.

He sighed before moving forward to rest his elbows on the table between us. "It's not a gang. I'm a businessman" he plainly said before continuing. " Look Sana, with great power, wealth and social status comes greater responsibilities. "

I nodded, assuring him that I was actually listening.

" If I own something that you don't then it's natural for you to hate and oppose me. " his voice suddenly lowered an octave.

" If you oppose me, I will kill you no matter who you are." he finished. I couldn't help but gulp and nod. I had nothing to say.

He didn't expect a reaction from me either as he leaned back again and closed his eyes.

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Once the plane landed, Akashi kept me by his side at all times. He held onto my forearm, practically rushing me out towards his car while his eyes scanned the place around us. We weren't alone, there were six to seven guards of his who surrounded us. He was being over protective and before it could make me feel uneasy, the images of us being attacked, all the bullets and a dead driver flashed in front of my eyes making me cringe.

As we were secure in his car, i had to tell him to take me home. "I want to see Miki".

" Sure. I'll make sure to send someone to get her"

" No! " I protested. " I want to go back to our apartment and stay there.. with her." I paused.

He turned a little to face me, sunlight reflected off his features especially those red orbs making it even brighter red.

" I'm not moving in with you Seijuro. I don't even know- I mean, I don't know you enough and I don't want to- "

"What?" he snapped, making me jerk in fear.

" Sana.. " he spoke, his hand moving to gently grip my chin. The way my name rolled off his tongue made me gulp. " I'll tell you everything you need to know. I'll give you all the evidence you need. Just stop running away from me." His voice was soft and it displayed an emotion I never thought it could before.

" But- Mikami. She needs to know. " I said, almost inaudibly.

" She will. As I said" he released his grip on my chin "she will come see you tonight. Okay?"

I nodded. It never failed to amaze me how he could switch characters in a nano second.

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Five? Yes, five hours later I found myself in the living room, seated in front of my best friend who was practically screaming in my face. Akashi was nowhere to be seen, but the fact that we were both in his house right now and there were maids and butlers all around us made the situation a pain in the ass.

" You didn't even call! You could have told me once.. Once Sana! " she yelled, her index finger right in front of my nose.

" I did -- "

" Shut up before I hit you with something. " she snapped. I immediately pursed my lips and waited for her to calm down. She had all the rights to yell at me and I was just going to sit here and get yelled at.

" You were gone. I almost filed a complaint. I had Shintaro search for you and did everything I could, to find you! " she sighed, walking back and forth, her volume not reducing one bit.

"and what did you do? You were on a dammed holiday with a man you don't even fucking know! How many times did you sleep with him? " the words left her mouth before she could stop them and I could see that she regretted what she said, but it was too late. I felt it sting and it pained me a lot to think that she thought I slept with him.

" She didn't " came an answer from behind me before the tears could well up in my eyes. I turned to find 'him' leaning on the door frame, arms crossed. He pushed himself off the wall and walked in my direction and his hands slowly found their way into his pockets.

" What do you think you were doing? " Mikami spat out, her focus shifting from me to him. " Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can do everything you want!"

" I was keeping her safe."

" She already was! She was safe with me! You show up out of nowhere and pretend like you know her better than I do? " her voice raised, hands were balled into fists. I stood up and placed my hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to calm down first.

Akashi remained silent as he took a seat on the couch opposite to the one I was sitting on.

" Miki.. " I started, only to be cut off.

" What does he think of himself? I'm the fooli-" she said pushing my hand off of her.

" he knows of my past " I said and she froze. Teary eyes turned to find mine and her expression softened as her body relaxed in a second.

" What? " she asked, a little uncertain of what I just told her.

" Yes " I nodded, "I was supposed to get married to him" I spoke, trying to hold back a smile. I couldn't help but find this piece of information somewhat funny.

"What? " she repeated, her face devoid of emotions as she stared at me blankly.

The corner of my lip curved up into I smile and I quickly bit my lip, stopping it. "What if he's lying?" she whispered, so that only the two of us could hear.

" He's not. He has proof" I whispered back.

" I need to know everything. Oh my god " she finally calmed down. I rolled my eyes at her and plopped down on the couch. She turned to face the red head who was busy looking at something on his mobile phone.

" Ahem! You better tell us everything! " Mikami spoke out loud, before sitting beside me.

" I'm sorry for yelling at you. I was really worried- "

" I know. It's okay " I smiled at her and she quickly gave me a side hug.

" I missed you. I cried when I came home drunk and didn't find you " she pouted and I glared at her.

" Well.. I missed you too " I winked and then we both shifted our attention to the man in front of us who was still busy with his phone and did not give a single shit about the two of us.

" Akashi " I called out, desperate to get his attention.

" Yes " he responded, his eyes raising from the device in his hand to me.

" Tell us " I bit my bottom lip in anticipation, nervousness building inside me like never before. I was finally getting to know myself and the feeling was indescribable.

" Hmm " he responded as he tossed his phone on the table and straightened up.

Third person's POV :

" Oh my god! Akira! This shit is stunning! How did you even, oh man" spoke a voice, loud and clear.

" You like it? "

" Well shit I love it! I can already imagine people dying to buy this painting. It's amazing really ".

" Well Yume my dear, I'm glad you like it " winked Akira, faking a bow.

People rushed towards the main hall where all their paintings were to be displayed. It was more of an exhibition, which was only to the rich and well endowed.

Akira, the final year student at the art school, normally shy but extremely bold when handed a brush. Her paintings were always breathtakingly beautiful and people often wondered how she managed to come up with such amazing ideas and execute them so well.

Even though she had worked on many paintings before, this one, she held in her arms was special. It was her first piece of art that was going to be at the gallery, ready to be sold. It excited her because she was finally going to get her first cheque!

The brunette carefully turned the canvas towards herself and admired her own work one last time, before lifting it up with both arms and rushing towards the gallery.

" Move move move! Excuse me " she slipped in between people in the hallway and made her way forward. Most of the guests, technically buyers, had arrived and she had less than two minutes to set her work in its allotted spot.

" Ah! Move please " she said one last time as she moved as fast as she could, down the building. Her eyes were fixed on the ground as she watched where her legs landed and tried her best not to trip and fall at any cost. Just a few metres away from her destination when someone bumped straight into her, causing both her and the painting to fall out of her hands with a loud thud.

" Shit! " a curse slipped past her lips as she could feel something wet between her and the cardboard beneath her.

Akira wasted no time in lifting herself up, but it was too late. The paint was smeared all over her chest and the work of art now looked like a work of mess, the sight alone knocked all the air out of her lungs. She looked up to find a man in his twenties, clearly younger than herself, holding a half empty glass of champagne.

" Oh! It's not my fault, you were the one who came running." he defended himself.

" It's okay.. " was all she could manage. All the excitement that was brimming a while ago was converted into pure pain and sadness. She was hurt. And that was just an understatement. She felt devastated. The alcohol was all over her and the thing she called art.

Tears threatened to fall out of her eyes but she tried her best to hold them in. The boy shrugged and turned around to walk away, leaving her to herself.

" I think you owe her an apology young man " spoke an authoritative voice from beside her. She looked up to find a red haired male, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his hair matching the colour of his eyes and every single thing about him screamed 'rich'.

" Apologise " he ordered again, making the young boy turn towards her and swallow hard.

" It's fine " she said, tugging on the edge of the red head's pant.

The young boy muttered out a sorry before walking away. But the man who stood rooted looked down at her, eyes not displaying concern but sympathy. He lowered himself to help her out. Akira scrambled to her feet and dusted the non existent dust off her dress. He handed her the painting that was sprawled out on the floor.

" T-thank you " she muttered, voice low and pained, before she bowed in respect and wiped the tear that managed to slip out of her eyes and took quick strides towards the exit.