Hi guys, sorry it took a long time. This is not the end yet. Okay? One more chapter to go, I think. I more, maybe an epilogue, we'll see okay? Here you go with the next chapter!

When You Meet Your Match

Chapter Nineteen

"Why does she need to talk to me?" demanded Tasuki to Kouji, but still glaring at Kito, who seemed unconscious.

He didn't see Kouji shrug. "I don't know Genrou," he said, "maybe he just wants you to stop, or maybe she wants to kill him herself, or maybe she just wants to talk to you."

Tasuki looked at his friend, who gave him a comforting smile. "Relax, Genrou," said Kouji, "she's fine, injured but fine, I'll take care of Kito, I'll make sure that he won't hurt anyone anymore."

Tasuki smiled and nodded, and hurried over to Mayumi's side.

Mayumi looked worse for wear. Somehow, she managed to make herself crawl to the wall of the house, resting her back on it, and covered one of her many injuries in her leg. The cut in her neck, Tasuki saw, was covered tightly on her neck with a red cloth, or the cloth turned red because of the blood. The home made bandage did its job though, and the blood stopped flowing down her neck.

Despite the obvious pain that was etched in her face, she managed to give him a small smile. "Hi," she grimaced.

"Don't make any sudden movements," said Tasuki, kneeling down next to her and took a look on the cloth in her neck. "You'll lose more blood that way."

"I don't know if I still have any blood left quite frankly," joked Mayumi lightly.

Tasuki didn't laugh. He frowned.

"What?" asked Mayumi.

"You really shouldn't make any jokes," said Tasuki silently, "this is a pretty serious situation we have here, and we almost lost our lives saving you."

Mayumi looked horrified. "Oh, Tasuki, no!" she cried. "I didn't mean it that way! Of course I'm glad you rescued me, and I am taking this seriously, and I'm happy everyone's alive, and, oh, man I am screwing this up…"

Mayumi looked down on her knees, and mumbled a few more words that despite their short distance from each other, Tasuki was not able to catch, and a few seconds more, she became silent.

Tasuki looked at her. He couldn't see her face, just the top of her head, her hair. It looked hard, probably because of the blood. It was confirmed when he touched it. He took her chin and lifted her face, and he could see her face. Her eyes were downcast, sort of unfocused, and she wouldn't look at him directly. Instead her eyes moved from left to right, and finally, down.

"Look at me," he whispered.

Mayumi looked at him.

"I know you didn't mean it that way," he said, "I'm sorry I made you feel sad."

"I'm sorry I made jokes," she answered back. Tasuki nodded, and Mayumi gave a small smile. She then looked over past his shoulder. Kouji was at the end of the hall, away from them. She was sure that he couldn't hear a word they were saying, a few meters in from of him was Kito, lying on the floor, his arm not bending the right way, and looking rather unconscious. "Is he awake?" she asked cautiously.

"I would've made sure he won't ever be awake, but you stopped me," said Tasuki darkly.

"I'm sure you would have killed him," whispered Mayumi.

"Why did you stop me anyway?" asked Tasuki, confusion on his face.

Mayumi looked at him and gave a small smile. "You're not a murderer, Tasuki," she said, "You're a thief."

"What the hell's the difference?" demanded Tasuki.

"The difference here is that you do not take away lives," she said.

"Yes I can," said Tasuki.

"You can," agreed Mayumi, "but you don't."

Tasuki didn't say anything.

"You may think you are, Tasuki, but you're not capable of murder. I can see it; I know that you're not. You value the lives of people you care about too much that you'd hate to think that there would be people you'd be hurting by killing someone."

"Kito has nobody," grumbled Tasuki, not looking at him.

"Yes, he does," said Mayumi, "he has his son."

"That brat doesn't deserve that man for a father."

Mayumi smiled. "We don't know if the boy, well, my cousin, is a brat. He may be, considering he grew up here, but I don't think he is, remember he asked my uncle if he should release me?"

"I don't buy it," grumbled Tasuki even more.

"You're stubborn."

Tasuki looked at her. He could tell that she was trying very hard not to wince in pain, but she was only half successful. One of her eyes would involuntarily twitch every time she tried to suppress the pain. Nevertheless, Tasuki can't take it out of her that her will power was strong.

"Don't you want him dead?" he asked her quietly.

Mayumi didn't hesitate to answer. "Of course I do."

Tasuki raised his eyebrows at her. "Then why did you stop me?" he demanded. "Your logic eats itself, Mayumi! I can kill him, just watch me!" He made a move to stand up, but was quickly stopped when one of Mayumi's hands, landed on his arm.

"Please, Tasuki," she begged, "no."

Tasuki knew that there was no way he could resist her face, injured or otherwise.

"You said you wanted him dead," said Tasuki.

"I don't want him murdered."

Tasuki raised an eyebrow. "You really have a way with your words, don't you?" he asked.

Mayumi smiled. "As long as it stops you I'm satisfied," she then added, "You are so whipped."

"This is why I hate women."

Mayumi chuckled, then stopped abruptly, and touched her neck.

Tasuki moved forward, looking worried. "I told you, don't make any sudden movements," he said. He leaned on the wall next to her, and Mayumi automatically rested her head on his shoulder. Tasuki wasn't surprised at the action; he was surprised that he didn't feel surprised by the action.

"You care about me too much," she said.

"I care about you enough," he answered back.

"It's too much."

"It's what you deserve."

"I don't think I deserve that much."

"Yeah, you do."

She looked up at him. "Why?"

Tasuki waited a minute before he looked down at her to answer the question. Was this the right time? He can hardly call resting after a violent fight the right time to confess someone's feelings, but in the past he had never had the right moments, why the hell was he even thinking of this kind of (bleep) anyway, he was Tasuki for crying out loud! Stealing from people without any remorse was his specialty, along with metal fans and paper wolves.

"Well," he said, looking at her, "this is the right time."

Mayumi looked confused. "What?"

"I love you."

Silence for ten seconds.

Mayumi looked dumbfounded. "What?"

Tasuki was determined to look into her eyes, although inside his heart was racing very fast. You can freaking do this, he thought, you already said it once. "I love you."

Mayumi looked at him. She blinked once, then again, then again, then again.

"Aren't you gonna say something!" cried Tasuki, turning red quickly.

Mayumi blinked rapidly many times.

Tasuki glared at her.

Then, Mayumi smiled. "I love you too."

Tasuki blinked. "What?"

Mayumi raised an eyebrow.

"I'm kidding," said Tasuki, letting her head rest again on her shoulder. "Now, rest, we'll get back to normal in the morning."

"You think so?"

"As normal as it gets," he said, "together."