A/N: I'm alive, I swear. Sorry for the delays! To be honest, I'm not busy. I'm just super lazy. Well, enough with the excuses. Enjoy our last chapter!

Ayumi had hopped up onto Yoshiki's back, clawing at his coat to keep her balance. She nuzzled her face into his neck, searching for warmth she wanted. The blonde held her light-weight legs, not breaking a sweat carrying her through the neighborhood.

"Kishinuma-kun," She had whined, trying to force her eyes open. Yoshiki noticed this, also wanting her gorgeous, glassy irises present.

"Yoshiki." He corrected, wrapping his arm around her. He confessed, kissed her three times, shouldn't they refer to each other by first name? Yoshiki was sure they should.

"Yoshiki," She agreed, huddling closer to him. Ayumi carelessly yawned, holding the back of her hand to her mouth. "So... tired..." The bluenette moaned, continuing to trudge her feet along. They'd been walking for a while, the night creeping over the sky. It was quite dark, already, like someone had draped a black cloth over the city. Yoshiki chuckled, pulling the smaller being closer.

"Is little Ayumi tired, already?"

"... Mhmm..." She decided, snugly fitting her cheeks next to his torso. She really was little, but he didn't really mind or care.

"Alright, jump on." Yoshiki said, allowing the girl to break free at her own time. Ayumi was grateful, her eyes still heavy with sleep. He walked ahead, ready for the barely noticeable impact of her body when she leaped onto him. Its been a couple minutes already, Ayumi not totally sure if she should give to the bugging slumber or speak to him. Luckily, she didn't have to decide, hearing the strong and confident voice of the boy. "You asleep?"

"Yes."

"Ah, whatever." He laughed, pulling her legs up higher. She yelped.

"Y-Yoshiki!"

"Huh?"

"My skirt!"

"O-Oh..." His face became warm, despite the cool weather. Her arms began choking him a bit, the tenseness making her body act upon itself. Ayumi knew Yoshiki didn't do purposely, but it was just... weird. After regaining composure, she relaxed. Yoshiki gasped with relief when she released his throat. He waked on in silence, occasionally taking quick glances at passing houses. The suburbs where still quite pleasant, especially in October. Yoshiki began getting bored, however, looking at the structures and began counting his footsteps for fun. He meant to do it silently, but he let it slip.

"... 32, 33, 34..."

"Yoshiki?"

"Huh?"

"What're you doing?"

"Counting, I guess."

"Oh, okay." She laughed, hugging him tighter. Something still sat uncomfortably in her stomach. The weather was cold, but that didn't really bother her. Yoshiki was gentle, so that wasn't the problem. Sighing, she let her head rest on the crook of his neck.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry." That might've been a lie.

"... Ayumi?"

"Yoshiki?" She asked back, acknowledging him.

"Are we... dating?" He sounded embarrassed, mainly because he wasn't sure if it was official, if they were at all, or if it was implied. Ayumi, on the other hand, began kicking her legs. That was it! He hit it right on the spot so she didn't have to.

"Would you like to?"

"Y-Yes!" He exclaimed, like if he didn't do it fast enough, Ayumi would leave. She laughed.

"Then, okay!" They talked for a bit until Yoshiki rounded the last corner to her house. He was upset she had to leave, but he knew that the space between them had finally closed. That was enough for now. "Right here, 'Yumi?"

"'Yumi?"

"I thought I'd try it." He laughed. She smiled, fully enjoying his humor. For once, she thought, it isn't dirty. That wasn't completely true, but it just seems like it is. Ayumi hopped off of his back, and he felt the heat dissolve.

"Thanks." The bluenette grinned, standing in front of him. He was really sweet for coming with her, or if that is what she should call it, really sweet for carrying her.

"Of course." His smiled was crooked, making those dark but sharp grey eyes pierce hers. Yoshiki's bleach blonde hair fell in front of his eyes when ran his fingers through the locks. Ayumi admired him, letting the silence hang between the two. Yoshiki, however, felt a little uncomfortable. "You okay?"

"Oh... Huh? Yeah!" She dismissively shook her head. After, the girl bounced for his arms. The boy was taken aback by her action, but wasn't displeased. He wrapped her protectively, bringing the figure to his head-level. She was so light, he could lift her with such ease.

"Take care, okay?" He wished into her dark hair. She clung tighter, feet swinging above the pavement, probably searching for the ground. Yoshiki set her down, smiling as she brushed the dirt from her skirt. She was pretty without trying.

"I will. You, two, got it?"

"I'm a big boy, 'Yumi. Don't worry." He laughed. She giggled, but then put her hands on her hips.

"I'm serious."

"I promise." He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to rid of the cool weather that crept. Ayumi walked closer, Yoshiki expecting another embrace. Instead, she grabbed the collar of his shirt by jumping to the tips of her toes. Jerking him down to her, she whispered:

"Stay warm, Yoshiki," Before fitting her mouth into his. Something ignited from her touch, allowing the blonde to stay in such a position if she was there. Yoshiki grabbed her arms and swept her off of the ground, swinging the girl like you would a child. However, they were teenagers, kissing as they spun. Ayumi broke it off, laughing with joy as the sensation tickled her stomach.

"Ayumi-chan, is that you?" A voice asked, relatively close, but still a shout. The two slowed, their gazes shifting to the house. A woman in a green long-sleeve and silky brown hair cascading over her shoulders stood in the Shinozaki doorway. Yoshiki guessed it might be her mother, but this woman looked too much like Ayumi.

"Uh, yes, Hinoe!" The girl called back, looking to Yoshiki afterwards. "My sister." She said.

"Oh."

"Monday, Yoshiki." Ayumi peeled away, speeding for the door. A smile tugged at the corner of Yoshiki's mouth as he tightly pulled his coat around him.

"I love you..." He whispered, and somehow, she chirped back to him.

"I love you, too."

A/N: What'cha think? Love it? Hate it? Please, tell me! This is the ending for "Party Time", but it's barely the beginning for my writing. I would like to ask that you check my profile for my other stories, "The Beginning" and "Our First Drink". If I have time, I will make some sort of add-on chapter for this story, kind of explaining what they all do after a while. No, nothing like, "this is what has happened over the course of 10 years", but maybe just a few months or so. Anyway, I would like to thank you all, again, for the support for this very short (and badly written) story! It means so much to me! Anyway, love fest over, but I'll write soon.

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