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The last couple of weeks were tough both for the Brownings and the Hamiltons. With Genia missing everything got extremely complicated. Why Tom and her just couldn't realize they love each other? Why did people have such troubles with their feeling? It was strange for Ayumi who always was very self-conscious. She knew what her hear wants. Now her heart wanted Rupert. It wasn't a sudden feeling, it was something that went on for some time now. They started as friends, but it evolved into something more from her side. Rupert didn't give her any clues as to what are his feelings, but she was patient.<p>

Rupert reminded her a lot of her father. He was gentle and caring. He cared about his family. He obviously was protective over Genia, even though he had just discovered she was his sister. On top of that, she was to be married with one of his best friends. Ayu couldn't imagine how confused he had to feel. That's why she invited him over for tea. He could use somebody to talk to, someone who was a bystander, like himself. Tom, who was his friend, was also the source of all this mess so he couldn't help her.<p>

She had prepared the tea parlor before, making sure everything is ready on Rupert's arrival. The tea was from Japan, because as the new head of Japanese relations of her father's company she had to travel there. Ayu considered asking Rupert to come with her, but she wasn't sure how would he respond. When the servant announced that mr. Hamilton came, Ayumi took one last look at the place of meeting and went to greet her guest. He looked handsome, as always. Upon seeing him, the girl's heart started to beat faster and faster, she was afraid that it's soon going to break her chest.<p>
”Hello, Rupert. I'm glad you had the time to come. You're here, in Cornwall for the first time, right?” She smiled standing before him. In close he looked even more handsome than from a distance.


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As always, Rupert felt extremely bewildered and undeniably behind when it came to being informed on the ridiculously intertwined affairs of the Hamiltons and the Brownings. He truly was struggling with all the never-ending drama... as if it wasn't bad enough to have yourself a new twin sister only to have her married off to your best mate, those two were seemingly shaking the earth with their ever-altering feelings; Tom had gone from trying to escape from the shackles of a marriage to Iphigenia only to suddenly end up in love with her, and Genia... well, Genia hadn't been coping all too well, it seemed, and had just gone. Rupert could tell his father was straining to just have it over and done with, a marriage as the final note of involvement with his daughter. And then what; it'd go back to Rupert the only child with his doting parents? Would he still be Tom's friend, would Genia want anything to do with him at all? <br>
All in all, Rupert was sick and tired of trying - and failing - to keep up and he didn't want to hear any more of it. No more involving himself or getting involved in the matters of other people's feelings, no more trying to sort out anything other than his own desires. Which were... what? Rupert could barely remember what it was he enjoyed doing, what he wanted his future to be like, what he should spend his time doing. <p>
What was he spending his time doing now? He'd just travelled down to Cornwall, of all places. Lost was how he felt as he began the walk down the path to the front door. He'd accepted the invitation from Ayumi readily, not needing to think about it much. But now he was here, he felt a pang of nervousness, a growing uncomfortablness, one that he overrode just long enough to ring the bell. Where did he and Ayumi stand, exactly? It had been so long, it felt, since they'd just been friends without all these other affairs piling on the strain and the pressure. Could it still be so easy, so simple to carry a conversation with her? Why did he feel all restless waiting at the front door? <p>
No more time to dwell in his head as the door opened, he stepped in and Ayumi appeared with a warm greeting. "Hello, Ayumi," He started stiffly, but at her words and her smile, some of the weight lifted, his stomach settled, and Rupert felt the relief wash over him, relaxed once again. "It's good to see you." He continued with a faint smile, nodding in response to her question. "Yes - and thank you for the invite - Cornwall is completely new to me. From what I've seen, it's... pretty, though." He trailed off, lifting his gaze to study Ayumi for a moment.

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The visit of Rupert was very much exciting for Ayumi. She loved spending time with him, simply because she enjoyed his company, among other things. He was one of those boys she could talk to endlessly and still have something to say. Her friend was a young man with wide interests and great knowledge. They could exchange their experiences and point of views and still have more to talk about. There simply wasn't an end to what they could discuss together, until recently. It all changed when Genia and Tom became engaged. Suddenly all became complicated.<p>

First, it turned out Genia was Rupert's long-lost twin and now this... As if it wasn't enough. The situation was hard for all of them. The marriage was both a good and bad idea. The two fit together perfectly, but Tom was involved with France and, oh, so much drama! Too much for one family! Gods, why couldn't it all be easier? What did the Ancestors have planned for her brother and best friend? She could only hope it was going to end well otherwise...Well, she would be put in an even worse position than now, having to decide between a family member and a friend.<p>

Ayu could only imagine how hard it must have been for Rupert who didn't have someone like Trixie to talk with. Ayu blessed the Ancestors for sending them that girl. The two became fast friends and soon the half-japanese found herself trusting the little Ravenclaws with things she hadn't even shared with Tom. Somehow she felt that her new sister is going to understand her better than Tom. Even though she was still young, she was smarter than many adults, which suit Ayumi just fine. Of course, the girl had no idea about heart matters, so that was something she kept to herself.<p>

Seeing Rupert and not telling him what she feels towards him was hard, but she knew that's the only choice. Ayumi realized that if he learns the truth, he'll probably be overwhelmed and run away, which was something the half-Japanese definitely did not want.<p>

“Oh, Cornwall is beautiful. We'll have a walk after the tea, if you want and then you'll see for yourself. I can show you many amazing places. For now though, come with me to our tea parlor. Don't let our drink get cold. I brought it from Japan, from my last visit.” She added, leading the way to the parlor that father had made for mother before they moved here.


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Cornwall may well have been a pretty place. But Ayumi was looking rather pretty, too. He snapped his gaze away from her as soon as he realised he'd not been paying attention to anything, he'd been so singlemindedly focused on her face. But she always looked, sounded, appeared so... natural. So confident, so at ease, so cheerful. Rupert couldn't deny that he admired that about her. Just looking at her, he could sense her intelligence, was already reflecting upon all the possibilites a conversation with her could bring. Of course, Rupert relied on books as his many source of knowledge - and main diversion, it was true and he knew it - but after a library filled to the brim with information, Ayumi was a rather reasonably extraordinary fountain of interesting things. Learning about Japan and the culture that was ever so foreign to him was always a healthy topic, and they never seemed to run out of things to say. <p>
Or at least, Ayumi didn't. Rupert knew he never grew tired of listening to her. But he wasn't sure that he showed it well enough. Merely thinking about this, he made a conscious effort to cast her a calm smile to perhaps convey a subtle hint of his appreciation. <p>
Following her into the house, he even managed a nod, relaxing into a quiet enthusiasm. "Yes, it is. And I'm finding the temporary change of scenery is doing me some unexpected good. A walk sounds wonderful, really. And so does a drink." He trailed off to enter the tea parlor after her, interest sparked by the Japanese drink; it'd be fun to try. He hoped he'd like it. Standing in the room patiently, he added with some poorly concealed curiosity, "And when did you last visit Japan?" He grinned, properly. "I'm really going to have to come with you one day and you know it, I must see Japan for myself. And it'd be nice to travel again." Rupert, though he certainly liked England with all its quaintness and dismal weather and reserved nature, felt rather odd having remained in the country so long. <p>
"And how have you been getting on recently?" He added, slightly more softly. Keeping the question vague, as an open-ended, 'how are you'. For of course, he was sincerely interested, he truly cared, liked to be sure of these things.
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Ayumi had a hard time being there alone with Rupert. Her heart wanted him and only him, her mind couldn't stop it and her body just refused to listen to her when around him. It was very uncomfortable for her. She would much rather have a complete control over her heart, but as she learned from Tom's case, the heart wants what the heart wants and there was no way to change that once it was set on something. Especially when it belonged to such a stubborn person as Ayu. So when they returned to Cornwall, she visited mother's little shrine everyday to pray to the ancestors so that Rupert finally loves her back.<p>

Of course, the girl knew it was selfish and because of that her wish probably will never be granted, but she couldn't stop herself from doing it. Somehow this blonde-haired young man possessed her mind, heart and soul without her even noticing when exactly that happened. It was a scary thought that such powerful emotions just took you by surprise and you had no say whatsoever about it. Suddenly, your body stopped being your and everything just...turned around. Not really for the better. What was she supposed to do with herself?<p>

Other than that, his presence in the house really made her happy. A calm smile appeared on his lips and all the young woman wanted to do was to kiss his lips and tell him how much she cares. She wasn't capable of thinking about anything else. When she heard curiosity in his voice, she immidiately lightened up. He liked it! That was all that mattered now.<p>
”I returned four days ago, that anwsers your question. I also picked up a kimono for Genia and Trixie from Oji Hiroshi. He's one of the best kimono makers in Japan. He made a beautiful kimono for my Okāsan to wear at Ani no wedding.” Ayumi said, pouring the tea, not really aware she put some Japanese words into the sentence. It seemed so natural for her now, that she spent some time at her mother's fatherland. ”oh, Oji will be delighted to meet you! He's coming to Kyōdai no kekkonshiki , so you can talk to him there. Don't tell that to anyone, though, it's a surprise.” She winked, taking a sip of the delicious liquid. ”Me? Not much. Travelling between home and Japan. Busy with work and the wedding preparations, helping Trixie with her Japanese....You know my parents adopted a girl, right?<p>


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*Ani No = brother's<br>
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Rupert watched her pour the tea as she answered his questions. He didn't like to put her on the spot, but she didn't seem preoccupied by his rather quickfire round of questions. Her response was free and fluid and Rupert's expression altered as it progressed, intrigued all the while. <p>

She'd just gotten back four days ago; well, wow. Rupert took a gulp of tea as Ayumi described her trip, though he had to set it down despite the pleasant taste washing over his tongue to furrow his brow and keep up with all the Japanese language that crept into her speech. Concentrating as best he could, he tried to keep his interruptions to a minimum, saying only with a chuckle, "Would you like to slow down a bit! You forget, we're not in Japan at present!" Shrugging to show he was only teasing, he asked earnestly, "So, what does Kyōdai no kekkonshiki mean?" He stumbled over the word slightly in pronouncing the foreign sound, and he had an inkling of why her Uncle would be coming over in the first place, but he thought it best to appeal for some confirmation. Rupert was rather proud he recognised some of the other words, the family members... Oji was almost certainly Uncle, for instance. <br>
On top of it all, he tried to keep smiling lightheartedly at talk of a wedding; undoubtedly Tom's. And Genia's. Rupert had accepted it; he'd really had little choice... and had done his utmost to be a perfectly supportive brother and friend, but it was... wearying him slightly by now. Oh, sure, he was happy for them. But he really thought it was about time he found himself a life outside of family matters and found himself a reason to be happy, himself. <p>

Ayumi had continued on, describing her own busy life. With raised eyebrows at a mention of teaching Japanese, he remarked, "Hmm, it seems I'm not the only one that could learn a bit more of the language." Trixie? Oh, Ayumi's parents had adopted a girl. <br>
Wait... "They- they have?" He responded slowly, not quite sure whether someone had mentioned that to him before or not. If they had, it had entirely slipped his mind. "I hadn't realised... I'd forgotten, maybe. Wow, how does it feel to have a new sibling?" He trailed off at that question, nearly wanting to abruptly add, 'of course, it's not entirely an unfamiliar experience for me'... he thought almost ruefully of Genia and the whirl of confusion his life had been since. But no, rueful was not the word. He didn't resent having his sister known to him; it was better than being an only child, wasn't it? And Genia was perfectly lovely. He was grateful, he supposed. And then she and Tom... It all just... took some getting used to.<p>
Best just to concentrate on Ayumi for the time being. And the splendid tea.
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Ayumi looked at Rupert with her eyes filled with love. The fact they were alone there made a pleasant chill run down her spine. She was very aware of his presence there and so was her body. Usually it didn't make her feel so strangely, but now she could barely stop herself from kissing Rupert right there. Her heart beat so fast and hard the girl thought it will soon break her chest. Only distracting herself with a conversation with her guest brought any effects. She focused on what she was telling him and her hands were occupied with the cup of tea in her hands.<p>

She was so overwhelmed with answering all of his questions that she forgot herself and not only spoke very fast, but also used Japanese words instead of English. Rupert noticed that, of course, but he wasn't offended, it sounded more like curiosity and a slight tease from his side. It was a relief, because the last thing Ayumi wanted is for him to feel uncomfortable or bad with her. There was enough drama between their families as it was and they did not need anything else added to that mix, because she didn't think he could stand any more.<p>

The girl was strong, like her mother and ancestors, but she knew that even though Rupert masked himself pretty well, deep inside he was confused by all that. He didn't have the strength to survive it without anyone standing by him. Tom was being Tom, and while she loved him very much, Ayu had to agree that her brother could have been a very selfish creature. In times like this, he should stand by his best friend, but instead he wallowed in his misery. So, the half-Japanese had to take over this position and become a man. She grow quite used to it, especially now that she worked.<p>

With a smile, the young woman apologized to her friend. ”I'm so sorry. I sometimes get carried away. Before I explain to you what it means, I have to say, your pronunciation surprised me. For a person that hasn't ever been taught Japan it's very good. Kyōdai no kekkonshiki is brother's wedding.” She answered, saying the Japanese world carefully and slowly, tasting it on her tongue like the sweetest candy.


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When he looked up from his tea, Rupert was somewhat startled to see some kind of intensity in Ayumi's expression. It was a fervour he wasn't sure he recognised, and wasn't sure whether it was directed at him or just a by-product of something else Ayumi was experiencing, seeing or thinking of. He stared thoughtfully for a little while before he realised his eyes were still trained on hers and made a conscious effort to drag his gaze hastily away, his line of sight falling right back into the depths of the tea that he'd almost finished, though it was certainly a safer place to stare. <p>

He just didn't know what was... unsafe or unusual about it, though. Her eyes, her face; Rupert could sincerely say he'd always found comfort in facing her expression. And there was always a burning honesty transmitted in her gaze. And today it was affecting him more than usual. It was probably his own fault. <p>
Giving a slight unintentional shrug, Rupert realised he was inadvertently watching Ayumi's lips when they began to move and she began to break down the Japanese for him. He only returned her smile with a broader grin as she apologised for lapsing into the foreign tongue - he didn't mind. <br>
"Oh, no, I'm sure that's a lie." He countered easily at her praise of his pronunciation. "But okay, got it... I think. Kyōdai no kekkonshiki." He repeated it to himself more quietly, in an attempt to get it into his head, just for fun. After a slight pause in which he drained the remains of his tea and set the cup down with an earnest nod of pleasure and gratitude, he added, "So, you're teaching... your new sister... Japanese. If you're not tremendously busy these days, I know I'd love to learn a bit, too." It was said in a partially teasing tone, but Rupert quite liked the idea. Of course, he wouldn't want to turn all their meetings into formalised language lessons; no, no, no. He quite enjoyed just seeing her for the sake of seeing her in itself.

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There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark Finally I can see you crystal clear Go ahead and sell me out and a I'll lay your shit bare See how I'll leave with every piece of you Don't underestimate the things that I will do There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark

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For a girl in love it was hard to be around the man that her heart had chosen, especially if the said girl knew her feelings were not reciprocated. Seeing him made her hear beat faster, but what was once a pleasant feeling started getting tired and began to be perceived as a weakness, especially if the object of dreams was a good friend who the girl saw almost everyday. Even looking at him hurt and having a normal conversation with him was not a piece of cake. That was how it looked for Ayumi. Her job served as a perfect distraction.<p>

All she wanted was a relationship like her parents. A loving husband who would care about her, who would want to see the world with her. Be a partner, a friend and a lover to her. Ayumi did not want just anyone to be that, she wanted Rupert and that hurt, because he always saw her as his friend, not as a woman and no matter how hard the half-japanese tried, it did not seem to work. So she just gave up trying, gave up hoping. She only had one year until father arranges marriage for her and she thought it might be better this way. After all Tom found happiness in a marriage like that, why shouldn't she?<p>

So, the former Gryffindor just kept her brave face on, and kept smiling like nothing inside her was dying. She listened to him speak in Japanese – it wasn't the best she heard, but it wasn't the worst either. He placed the accent in a wrong place, but overall it was good. Who was she kidding, though? It was Rupert. No matter what he did, he always did it right. He was simply perfect.<p>
”Not bad for your first time.” Ayumi smiled while giving out the flattery. ”I will gladly teach you. If you have time, you can go to Japan with me on my next visit there.” The girl said, before biting her tongue. “If you want to, that is.” She said, hoping his answer will be no, thank you. She didn't need yet another place to remind her of him, bring her the pain. It was enough that every time she visited Tom or Hogsmeade she thought about him. If only she had someone to share that with, someone who'd tell her what to do. Someone other than Tom.


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The - probably false - flattery had little impact on Rupert, but the smile that accompanied her words sent him spinning. He had to cast his eyes down, more towards the floor, that might've been interpreted as evident modesty about his first try at speaking Japanese, but Rupert's thoughts couldn't have been further from that at that moment. Waiting a minute before deciding it was safe to look up again, he allowed his gaze to drift upwards as he responded with a simple remark, "Well, thank you. Though the best part will be to hear you speak more in Japanese, it sounds so beautiful." He tilted his head slightly as if trying to hear the exotic, foreign words in his ear again, just because the sound was so incredibly different, and he did enjoy listening to it. <p>

He saw her hands free at a moment she was not holding her cup, and when she spoke, when he'd heard her offer, he got a little overexcited and reached forwards in delight, grasping her hands in his own in eagerness. Subconsciously giving them a friendly squeeze, eyes wide and dancing, he burst into speech. "You don't mean that, do you? To visit Japan..." It was true George Hamilton travelled occasionally, either on business or just to move between his other estates in Germany and so on, and Rupert was usually welcome to go with him, but out that far east was never an opportunity, and so he'd never been offered such a chance. And Rupert did love to travel. "Oh, I'd love that, Ayumi!" <p>

The light pressure of his hands on hers was supposed to convey his enthusiasm in a stronger way than words, but all of a sudden Rupert realised what he was doing and decided perhaps that maybe it hadn't worked. It certainly wasn't proper to hold a lady's hands against her will, even though Rupert saw Ayumi as such a close friend that she probably wouldn't make a fuss about it. He retracted his hands almost abruptly, with an apologetic glance that said a silent 'sorry', though it would have been nice if she hadn't even noticed anything amiss, or his inner turmoil.
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Ayumi was a grown woman now, but around Rupert she still felt like a silly little girl. She could spend all days and nights with him. Just talking to him and looking at his handsome face. He had something inside him that drew her to him, like moth to a flame. She couldn't help it, he had complete power over her. Ayu was a woman of a strong character, one that was never easily manipulated or persuaded into things she did not want to do. However, whenever around young mister Hamilton, her strength seemed to disappear, at least partially.<p>

Of course, he was probably unaware of that. Miss Browning could put up quite an act, pretending not to care so much about him. Not to mention, Rupert himself seemed to be quite oblivious to those things, as if he didn't see any woman's attraction towards him. Part of her liked that in him, but the other was terribly annoyed by that. It never stopped her from loving him, though. He was a part of her life, whether she wanted it or not. She couldn't help it, her feelings for him were far too strong to even try. She would be defeated by them no matter how much she wanted.<p>

When he caught her hands, the half-Japanese was surprised. A wide smile appeared on her lips with his overwhelming enthusiasm. ”Of course I do mean that!” She replied happy to see him so thrilled about something that she proposed. For a brief moment Ayu wondered if maybe Rupert did feel the same way towards her as she did to him, but then, when he took his hands away, she lost hope again. Why couldn't he feel the same as her? What was wrong with her?
”Alright, we can go for a walk, I just need to call Yuko, so Yventus doesn't write about a scandal of us walking unchapperoned.” Ayumi smiled standing up and ringing the bell for her servant to come.

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It was funny. Sometimes he swore he knew Ayumi ever so well, and then in the next moment he'd wondered whether he knew her at all. He glanced at her face, studying her eyes down to her mouth, trying to decipher her expression. Not that Rupert had ever found that a particularly successful method of understanding people; he just hated guessing, and not having ever seriously studied Legilimency, he hadn't really attempted to simply read people's minds. He wouldn't want to intrude on people's thoughts if he were honest, anyway. <p>
But Ayumi... she was so inscrutable; he was sure she wasn't trying to be, but half the time he got himself all confused just gazing at her. He had no idea what that was about, but Rupert quickly decided to stop dwelling on it completely. <br> "I'm going to hold you to that," He added about the visit to Japan, very nearly beaming. His smile softened a little as he nodded while Ayumi stood up and rang for her servant. "Alright. It does look like a lovely day, after all." He murmured, glancing out the window as he wandered to the door.
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