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Chapter 5 – Responsible

"You wouldn't see it coming
I keep you guessing
Watch while you come undone
You were an island
No one would dare to tread upon
I came in like the wise men
Ask you to take my gift of love

Careful confessions
Can't scare you with my crime
I learned my lesson
Love you a little at a time
Losing my patience
Getting acquainted with the edge
Ready and waiting
Happy to stand convicted

I can't change you
When you won't change yourself
See you slowly becoming someone else
I can't blame you for the strength you lack
Scared to give me what you may not get back
Hold me responsible
It's all my fault,
I want you to hold me any way you can"

Sara Bareilles

Yuki's POV

I left the arrival section of the Narita airport, instantly looking around for familiar faces. It didn't take me long to find them – they stood out from the crowd. Doumyoji Tsukasa, as he patted Tsukushi's head with a grin while she was craning her neck to spot me. Mimasaka Akira, with his leather jacket and his very own easy smile. And Hanazawa Rui, looking as uninvolved as ever. Only he was missing. But I hadn't expected him to come anyways.

So I put on my best smile as I made my way towards them. Hanazawa-San was the first one to spot me, nudging Tsukushi in the shoulder and pointing in my direction. When she had finally seen me, she squealed, running towards me to hug me.

"YUKI! I missed you so much! It's so good to have you back!"

"It's good to be back, too!" I agreed, hugging her tightly.

"I know it sounds mean" Tsukushi said as she let go of me. "But I'm kind of glad that you didn't get to stay for a whole year. It would have been hell to have you gone for so long!"

"Um…" I smiled in embarrassment. "Actually, they offered me to stay. I just declined."

Tsukushi looked at me in surprise.

"You declined? Why?"

"I just… figured out that I can still finish my studies here in Tokyo, but there is something else that I can't have when I stay in Boston." I said secretively.

"Eh?" Tsukushi asked in confusion, but Hanazawa-San and Mimasaka-San exchanged smiles, seeming to be getting my point. I wondered how much they knew. Not that it surprised me – Mimasaka-San seemed to have his way to always meddle with the affairs of his friends, and Hanazawa-San… He just seemed to know everything.

As I looked from one to another, I couldn't help but ask: "Where is Nishikado-San?"

"Um, we couldn't reach him" Tsukushi said with an apologetic look. "He didn't pick up the phone."

"The last time anyone of us saw him was the day after he called you" Mimasaka-San explained.

"Yup. He threw us out of the house with the order to leave him alone. We thought it better to oblidge" Hanazawa-San added.

"He is stubborn, isn't he?" I sighed.

"Always been that way. Never gonna change." Hanazawa-San shrugged.

"Am I the only one who seems to be missing something?" Doumyoji-San spoke up in confusion, looking from his friends to me.

"No, for once, you're not" Tsukushi murmured. "When has Nishikado called you? What is this all about?"

"I'll explain it to you later, I promise" I said, giving her a smile. "But first, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure" she frowned.

I got the key to my flat out of my pocket and gave it to her.

"Could you and Doumyoji-San please drive to my flat and drop my baggage of? We'll meet in 2 hours at your house, I promise. I just have something to do first." Then, I turned to Hanazawa-San and Mimasaka-San. "Could one of you drive me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at them.

Hanazawa-San smiled, waving with his car keys.

"Gotcha"

It didn't take long for Hanazawa-San to drive me to Nishikado-San's house. When he held in front of it, I had to smile involuntarily. It had been too long since I had been here the last time.

"Thank you" I smiled at Hanazawa-San as I unfastened my seat belt.

"He has a back door" he said quietly. "I would block it if I were you. He has a way of always running when things are getting important."

"Believe me" I chuckled. "I know that."

"Okay" he smiled. "Good luck."

"Thanks" I nodded before opening the door and getting out. I had a feeling I would need that luck.

As Hanazawa-San drove away, I took in the sight of the house, taking a deep breath. Then, I walked up to ring. An employee opened, telling me that Nishikado-San was in his tea ceremony room and telling me to just go ahead. It was clear she remembered me from my earlier visits, or she wouldn't have let me pass like that. But it was convenient – like this, he couldn't be warned.

I made my way through the familiar corridors, and at last the interior garden, until I reached the open door of the room. He was sitting on the floor, cleaning some of his equipment, not noticing me.

I smiled before stepping inside. Finally, he looked up – and froze.

I smiled at him, nervousness and the giddy feeling of seeing him again mixing themselves together in my belly, making me want to scream out of excitement.

"I'm back" I only said.

He blinked, before flashing a short look to the door.

"Don't you dare" I chuckled. "Remember, I'm used to chasing after you. You won't come far. Besides, I wear the better shoes for running." I added, pointing first to my sneakers and then to his sandals.

He sighed, looking down.

"I guess you're right" he murmured, avoiding my gaze.

I smiled before plopping down on the floor in front of him.

"I'm sorry" I said seriously, looking at him.

"For what?" he asked quietly.

"For just leaving like that without telling you. You were right, it was not fair." I said. When he still wouldn't answer nor look at me, I added: "I just didn't think that you would care."

"I didn't either" he admitted, still not looking up.

I chuckled.

"You kind of scared me with that phone call, you know!"

"I think I scared myself most" he sighed, taking his tea equipment and standing up, carrying it to the next cupboard. It seemed like he wanted to busy himself to not have to look at me.

I got up as well, walking after him.

"But I'm still glad you called" I said as he put everything into the free space of the cupboard carefully. "Otherwise, I'd probably have stayed in Boston and missed the only chance I might ever get."

He turned around, catching his breath as he finally looked at me. He didn't seem to have realized that I had followed him and was standing this close.

"Do you still want to run away from me?" I asked softly, noticing his discomfort.

"I don't know" he admitted. "You always have me at edge. It scares me."

I looked down, and after collecting all my courage, I reached out and took his hand. I knew there was no turning back now. It was either all, or nothing. He didn't draw his hand away, and I laced my fingers through his. His palm was cold and sweaty.

"Just because a love once failed for you, love doesn't have to necessarily be a bad thing, you know?" I said gently. He was looking at our intertwined hands before looking up at me, and I mean really looking at me, for the first time today.

Before I knew it, he had crossed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. I was too shocked to react first – frozen in his embrace.

"I love you" he whispered. "I didn't want to, but I just can't help it. You are able to touch me like no one else ever could. And when you were gone… I realized how miserably I was without you"

I was silent for one more moment or two, and then I chuckled, sneaking my arms around his waist to hold him tightly.

"It's funny, if you think about it" I said. "I went to Boston to get over you, and all I did was bonding us to each other stronger."

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder" he murmured. "Never heard of it?"

"I did" I smiled, looking up at him. "And it seems to be true."

The corners of his mouth turned into the slightest smile, and then he cupped my cheek in his right hand and bend down to me. I closed my eyes, and then he was kissing me.

I had imagined this moment for years. I had imagined cenarios, circumstances, from probable to impossible, had imagined the way he would kiss me, the way it would feel, everything. You'd think I'd be prepared, but nothing could have prepared me for this moment.

His lips moved against mine gently, carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking me apart if he was being too harsh. I felt his breath against my lips, sweet and hot, and his free hand went through my hair, making me shiver.

My insides felt like they were about to explode with new born butterflies. I wanted more. He was being too careful. I couldn't take it. So I brought my hands up around his neck, knotting them in his hair, pulling him closer to me. He couldn't be close enough.

He moaned ever so slightly as I deepened our kiss, running my tongue over his lower lip, begging for entrance. He granted it, and as our tongues touched, I was lost.

I felt whole. Complete. For the first time in my life.

When we broke apart for air, we were both gasping, short of breath. I hugged him close, taking in his scent – how had I ever seriously considered getting over him? I must have been insane.

"I guess my womanizing days are over now" he murmured into my hair.

"I hope so, or I will have Tsukushi kill you" I smirked.

He chuckled at that, bending down to catch my lips with his again.

"As much as I'd love to stay like this" I whispered against his lips. "We do have an appointment."

"An appointment?" he frowned in confusion, looking at me.

I just grinned.

"Yup, an important one."

It wasn't long after that we were led to the living room of Tsukushi and Domyouji-San's house by the employes. My hand was in Soujiro's as we walked through the corridors. I looked up at him, and he flashed me a smile as he caught my eye.

"Be honest" he said. "When we walk in there hand in hand right now, will there be really anyone in the room who will be surprised at this?"

"Yes. Doumyoji-San" I chuckled. "And maybe Tsukushi, too. She hasn't been that fast lately."

"Her husband must be rubbing off on her." He murmured, and I chuckled, squeazing his hand before we finally entered the living room.

Everyone else was there already, from Hanazawa-San to Mimasaka-San to Doumyoji-San to Tsukushi. Everyone looked up as soon as they noticed us, and fell silent immediately. Hanazawa-San and Mimasaka-San smiled as they noticed us holding hands.

"Well, well, look who's back to the living" Mimasaka-San teased, and Soujiro rolled his eyes at him, but smiled.

Doumyoji-San and Tsukushi were just staring at us as we sat down on a free couch, still not letting go of the other's hand.

"I mean, I had a hint about what's going on" Tsukushi murmured, shaking her head. "But I still can't say that I expected this."

"Well, surprises are nice, too, aren't they?" Soujiro joked, reaching for a cookie out of the bole in front of us.

"You should know, seeing as you were the most clueless of all of us!" Hanazawa-San teased. "And I'm including Tsukasa!"

"Ehhh?" Doumyoji-San looked up at him in confusion, and Soujiro threw the cookie after him. Hanazawa-San caught it before it could hit him, and Soujiro laughed, shaking his head.

"There I thought he'd be easier to get along with when he finally has you" Hanazawa-San shrugged before biting into the cookie. "You've got a lot of work to do, Yuki-Chan."

"Oh, I know that" I smiled.

Soujiro glared at me playfully, and I smirked. It would be the best job in the world. Totally worth giving up a year in Boston.

A.N.: Here we are. Hope you liked it! Please let me hear your thoughts! Love you all!