like a yoyo, he threw her out of his reach, then back into his warm open arms. her pace around the room quickened. . . "Why is he back? Why now?" she yearned for his touch again but she had to move on, and now of all times he comes back. ~ "have you moved on yet, giyuu?" the peach-haired male asked curiously he immediately received his answer, "no." sabito smiled sadly, "then stop giving her such a rough time will you?"