Tomoyo let out a small moan, squeezing her shoulders.

She pulled back, her breathing heavy and opened her eyes to look at him. "Is this what you want," she asked, her voice soft. Her hair had fallen to enclose them in shadows, curtaining around their faces.

Tomoyo opened his eyes and looked at her. He nodded, seeing her face blurry. But he knew it was her. And he had wanted her for a long time.

She nodded her head and kissed him again briefly before standing up. She paced for a second and then turned to him. "I dont..." She paused and bit her bottom lip. "I dont think now is the right time, but if this is the comfort you need then I will." She would take what she could get, even if it was a brief moment of joy.

Tomoyo shook his head. He left without a word and walked to the cemetery, his car out front of her house still. He stopped at Kasumi's buriel place.

She stared at the door after he left, her eyes wide. She breathed in deeply to stop the tears and went to her room quietly, shutting the door behind her. She got ready for bed without really thinking and slipped under the covers, curling in on her side. She hugged her knees to her chest as she started to shake as she cried. He had left...with out saying anything.

Tomoyo's mind was messed up at the moment. He wasn't thinking straightly. He pushed his glasses up and stared at the grave emotionless. If he'd been himself he would've never asked her to do such a thing.

She fell asleep, exhausted from the past couple days of mindless working and crying. She slept deeply, plagued by nightmares of watching Kasumi die in different ways and Tomoyo always leaving her at the end.

Tomoyo fell asleep next to Kasumi's gave tiredly.

She woke later that morning, her manager shaking her to wake. She had a shoot for her drama, four interviews, and a dinner party to go to. She tiredly went to get ready and then left, trying to keep her thoughts from Tomoyo. She went through out the day, falling back on her celebrity persona like a crutch. She wore it like a mask over her tears and used her usual smirk to throw everyone off. No one could tell that something was wrong. She was that good of an actress.

Tomoyo woke up later. He got flowers and put them on Kasumi's grave. He sat there, staring at the gave. He went through flashbacks of all the times he spent with Kasumi together.

After the dinner that night she walked back home her steps slow as she traversed the quiet street. She thought briefly of going to kasumi's grace, but then decided against her. She arrived at her door with her not even noticing, her body on autopilot and unlocked it. She walked in when a hand came out and covered her mouth, yanking her back against a muscle hard body.

"Miss Adaa. Im going to take my hand off. You scream and I cut something off. Easy as that." The voice was rough and grated against her ear. She nodded, her eyes wide. The hand removed itself and she was spun harshly around to face him. He was wearing all black and his eyes shined menacingly in the gloomy light of the room. "Miss Adaa. Theres something I want. And your going to give me it."

Tomoyo finally couldn't stay there anymore. His eyes wouldn't cray anymore. He pulled himself to his feet. He needed his car. so he began to walk to Adaa's house. He had no idea what was going on.

Adaa has always been strong, and due to her childhood, grew up knowing how to fight. But after many days of poor eating, sleep and too much work she weak. Just just physically, but mentally. She knew how to get out of a hold that he had on her, but couldnt remember. She tried to pull away, but couldnt muster the strength.

Tomoyo froze seeing what was going on. Adreneline pumped through him. He wasn't going to let another person he cared about get hurt. Not if he had anything to do with it. He walked up slowly and quietly and caught him by surprise. He was able to move the guy away from Adaa and then to the ground. A huge fight scene occured, but he ran away when Tomoyo broke his nose. Tomoyo stood panting, bruised and cut.

She had fallen to her knees off to the side at some point, not believing what she saw. "Tomoyo," she cried, running to him when the guy fled. "Are you alright," she asked as she cupped his face in her hands, standing on tiptoe to peer closer at his face. "Oh gosh," she murmured. Her eyes suddenly narrowed. "Why did you do something like that? You could have been hurt?" She pulled him fiercely to her, kissing him.

Tomoyo let her examine his face. He gaped at her when she suddenly got mad and then softened when she kissed him. He was so confused and hurt, but he kissed her back.

She pressed against him, pouring all her emotions in to that kiss. She broke away to rest her forehead against his chest. "I was so scared."

Tomoyo held her with a wince. He nodded. "I'm sure you were." He mumbled quietly.

"Oh shit. Your hurt. Here, come to the kitchen." She led him to the kitchen where she had him sit at the table. She got the necessary equipment out and went over to him. She carefully washed him wounds and bandaged any that needed it. She finished and looking down at him smiled, brushing back hair from his forehead tenderly.

Tomoyo sat quietly, wincing and sometimes whining. It hurt when she messed with his wounds but refused to complain. When she was done, he thanked her.

"Your welcome," she said before turning away and gathering the first aid supplies to put away. "You must be tired. The sofa is open. I can get you some blankets. Unless you want to go home. I can give you a ride..."

Tomoyo shook his head. He didn't know what to say. But he didn't want anything to happen to her. "I'll stay..."

She nodded her head. "alright...Well, like I said the couch is open. Or...." She looked off to the side. "Or you could sleep in my room."

Tomoyo raised an eyebrow. "With you?"