Ekaterina lay down, wide awake, though she could hear Dmitriy's soft breathing. She curled her hair around her fingers, feeling much like a thirteen year old again. She blushed once again, thinking of the way Kaito had hugged her. That familiarity was so much more than that; it was the strings of a relationship that was tying together once again.
Once upon a time, Kat had been in love with Kaito, and was even prepared to run away with him. Not that there was much of a home to run away from. She'd even been pregnant with his child, at such a young age. Thinking back to it, it disgusted her that she'd gotten pregnant at only thirteen. She'd miscarried; though whether it was because of her age, or because of an incompatibility of blood, she'd never known, and still didn't.
Of course, Kaito just had to go and break her heart. No, 'break' was too weak a word for what he put her though - 'shred' fitted much better. Her heart had been shredded.
She'd turned cold, hard, untrusting and everything she was now. Kaito had been one of only two people she trusted explicitly, and he'd wrecked it. Of course, she'd never imagined that she might one day forgive him for all of that.
His blond hair was darker than it was five years ago, and his yellow eyes were sharper. Other than that, he hadn't really changed. His face was still the same, and he hadn't changed all too much. It had almost broken him when he'd realised what he'd done had hurt her. Apparently. Apparently it had almost broken him.
Ekaterina got up silently and slinked through the dark corridors with a purpose. When she reached the area Kaito had told her he was staying in, light finally reached her eyes and she could see him sat by a small fire.
He looked up as if on cue, his eyes meeting hers. He couldn't hide his surprise at seeing her. He stood up as she walked over.
"Kat, what are you doing here?" he asked, utterly confused.
"I don't really know," she murmured honestly, blushing slightly.
"Come and sit with me?" he asked.
She nodded and went to him. He sat down so she did too.
"I don't really know why I came here," she whispered.
"I'm glad you did."
The two of them were sitting as close as they could without touching. They sat in silence for a while, but it wasn't uncomfortable.
"Have you... met anyone?" Kaito asked quietly. "Fallen in love?"
"I thought I did once," she muttered.
"Then he was a lucky guy."
"He broke my heart," she whispered, looking down at her fingers.
"I'm sure he didn't mean to, Kat."
"Sometimes I wonder."
"He really didn't mean to," he said.
She was more than aware they were talking about him. They both knew he was the only person she'd ever loved like that.
"Then why did he do it?" she asked, glancing up at him.
"He did it to protect you."
"He can't tell you," he said, shaking his head.
"He just can't. He had to promise not to."
There was another silence.
"How do I know he hasn't met someone else?" she asked quietly, looking into the fire.
"Do you still feel the same way about him?"
"Yes," she breathed without a moment's hesitation because it was true. It was so much easier to tell him whilst talking about him in the third person.
"So does he," Kaito said softly.
Ekaterina looked up at him, meeting his eyes. After a moment, he pressed his lips to hers and she responded immediately, leaning in to him and holding his face in her hands. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
She could practically hear her heart singing.