Author's Note: Hello! Sorry, I know that it has been a REALLY, REALLY long time, but I finally got the motivation to write the next chapter! I would like to give a special thank you to newbie-jarren, my one and only reviewer. I'm pretty sure that it is thanks to you that I decided to pick this story back up at all. Anyway, to answer your question, this is mostly a KimiyaXTokine fanfic, however, I am SUPER EXCITED to play with Yoshimori, jealousy and love are two very dangerous feelings to have at one time for an emotional young man/ boy! Hope all of you enjoy!

Yoshimori was used to arguments with his explosive grandfather. There was the yelling, the angry dance, a few broken dishes, and the anime eyes. As always, Yoshimori would have to give up his pride by walking away and allowing gramps to presume victory. This time however, walking away was not entirely so difficult, somehow, Yoshimori's weak senses managed to notice the absence of a certain unwanted impostor. Being ever-astute, during his typical march to solitude, the spiky-haired boy spotted the prince standing at the door with another figure. The moment that his eyes rested on the scene, his mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged out. A single word permeated his thoughts. NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!

The prince simply could not believe his eyes. Standing before him was the Nightingale that had haunted him for so many hours, days, and months. At first she had given him a quizzical face, demonstrating that he was familiar to her but she couldn't quite place it. He doubted himself. Why was he here? Clearly he had not overtaken her thoughts as she had his. The moment was becoming evermore awkward. His identity had finally dawned on her. The Nightingale's cheeks assumed a pink tone. Her delicate face turned toward the ground. Her arm crossed over her midsection to grip the other arm. She was embarrassed? Bashful? The last time he had seen her she was strong and confident. At last, he could no longer stand it. He would start from scratch.

"Hi, my name is Kimiya. You must be Yoshimori's sister, Tokine." He smiled and stretched out his hand doing his absolute best to pretend that he had never seen her before in his life.

What was he doing here? When Tokine had first realized that she was standing in front of the one whom she had roughed up rather well a couple of months ago, she nearly fainted. It wasn't that she was head over heals in love with him or anything, it was just that their previous meeting had been so... strange. When it seemed as though he had no idea who she was, she eased up. I can put up with him as long as there is nothing awkward between the two of us. I can't believe that he thought I was Yoshi's sister, she thought to herself. He wasn't exactly her type, but she could be polite to him and continue the charade that they had never met before.

Her muscles became less tense as she stretched her hand forward and eased the corners of her lips into blithe smile.

"My name is Yukimura, Tokine, but I am not Yoshimori's sister." she finished with a light giggle.

"You're not Yoshimori's sister? That's not good, I might have a contender for your heart," he blurted out in a half joking manner. Kimiya, you baka, what on earth are you thinking, you've really done it now, he reproached himself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean... uh... I just feel like... I mean, I was trying to uh... lighten the situation..." I'll be in America in a matter of minutes at the rate that I am digging this grave.

"So, if you're not Yoshimori's sister, may I ask why you are here?"

"Actually, Yoshi and I are good friends and neighbors. As for why I am here..." come to think of it, the sudden appearance of this boy kind of made her forget why she had come in the first place.

"I...umm...I'm here because... umm..."

"Tokine! So glad to see you! So what are you doing here? Do you need me to kill another cockroach?" a familiar mop-headed kid cut in.

"Yoshi!" Tokine shot the rascal one of those "seriously?" looks.

"Way to crush a guy's spirit. So I see you've met the guest. Although it looks to me like you already knew each other," Yoshimori mocked his comrade. Although honestly, it was also a bit of an inquiry, was there anything between this ugly son of a gun and his precious Tokine?

"Kimiya? We met this one know what, never mind. I was, um, thinking of someone else for a minute," Tokine had almost lost her cover in the heat of the moment. Hopefully she had managed to save herself and Kimiya from utter embarrassment.

Not liking the direction things were going, Yoshi snarled at Kimiya, when an idea struck his small little brain,

"Well, since this is your first time meeting each other, I guess I should inform you that Kimiya has uncontrollable gas so you may want to hold your breath around him." He remarked as he pinched his nose.

"Yoshimori! Don't be so rude! Apologize."

"Why should I? It was a fair enough warning."

"Tokine, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here?" A deep voice interrupted.

"Masamori." Tokine greeted with a pinch of shock in her voice.

"What's going on here?"

"Well, since you're here, Yoshimori is being rather rude to your guest."

"Yoshimori, Kimiya is our guest. I expect for to show him the utmost respect."

Yoshimori growled. "I'm sorry."

"Who are you apologizing to?" Masa asked for clarity.

"I'm sorry, Kimiya."

"For what?" Again Masa asked.

"I'm s..sorry, Kimiya for being rude." Yoshimori said barely pulling through the bitter taste of those words.

"Good boy, Yoshi." Masa patted Yoshi on the head, messing up his precious hairdo. "Now if you need me for anything else, I'll be down the hall."

"Thanks Masa." Tokine smiled as she waved Masa off.

During the entire ordeal, Kimiya just stood there moving his head back and forth, trying to match each voice to its speaker. His levels of confusion were off the charts. His mind was working much harder than usual in his attempt to wrap his brain around, well, everything.

"...miya...Kimiya...Kimiya!" Tokine's soft voice was calling him.


"Aren't you going to acknowledge Yoshi's apology?"

"Oh, yeah. It's all good."

"Thanks..." Yoshi retorted sarcastically.

The trio's session was broken up by the sound of shattering dishes. Weird, Yoshi thought for sure that they had broken all of the dishes earlier in their last kitchen spat...

3 minutes earlier...

"There you are Masa, what took you so long?" Kamiko asked as her darling entered the kitchen where she was picking up and washing dishes. Initially, Yoshi's father was insistent upon cleaning up on his own, however Kamiko managed to convince him that her cousin had upset her greatly and that she needed to clean in order to let off some steam.

"Sorry about that Kamiko I had to settle a little argument between my brother and..." Masa paused, noticing the concern on the poor girl's face.

"And?" Kamiko already knew the answer, but still...

"And, Kimiya."

"What happened?" She insisted.

"Oh nothing. I suspect a little friendly competition." Answered Masa, trying to lighten things up.

"Competition?" She asked, but in a slightly more relieved tone.

"The prize, Tokine, a young woman who lives next door to us."

"I see. So what did you do?"

"Embarrassed Yoshimori of course."

Kamiko giggled. "I bet he didn't appreciate that."

Masa laughed back, glad to see his companion relax. "No, no he didn't."

Both of them began laughing in that awkward "I like you, but I'm too nervous to know what to say" kind of way. Suddenly, the dish that Kamiko was washing slipped from her hands. Which made the two laugh even more. Then one thing led to another and all the dishes that were around them somehow ended up back on the ground.

Author's Note placed at the end: P.S. Please READ AND REVIEW, I would love to see some more feedback, especially if I am to finish this. I might not be able to go that far without the proper encouragement XD. Anyway, I do not own Kekkaishi or its characters, I do however, own Kamiko.