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[ She'd come to, afterwards, sore and bruised and stiff and alone. Had found her way back home - and who knows how she'd done that - only to just collapse into bed for a few more hours and then only emerge to settle herself down in the bath, try to ease some of the ache that had encompassed her whole body.

It had been... worth it, though.

(to have someone want her, even if he hates her too)

(or, rather, because he hates her)

And that's why, a week later, IV sits outside the tower. Minding her own business, at a glance, just sitting on a nearby bench and reading a book, but... he'll know, won't he? Kaito will know she's there for him. And even if he doesn't he's hardly going to want her so close to him and his precious baby brother, is he?

She's got all the time in the world to wait here. No particular longing to be back home, after all, to V and III and Tron, so... she'll wait.

(after all, Kaito is hardly going to tolerate her there for more than an hour or two, is he?) ]