He didn't particularly hate this month or day or the event. But, he can't lying to himself either. That's he was like have slapped on the face with a chair everytime he saw people with their partner. Heck, even that gdmit do-S brat with that china girl.

Work.

As always, come as an excuse to him. Wondering around the town, he simply want to avoid people.

Park, resident area, bussines street, just wondering around. He fasten his pace when he passing by the department store. Too much chair in his face. But, this girl make him stop. She was in her late teen, maybe first year at college. Wearing peach frilly gown with pink ribbon in her waist. She holding a basket with one chocolate parcel inside. She ask, can he buy this one last chocolate so she can finish her part time job and go home.

A minute later, he walk with one parcel chocolate in his hand. He didn't know why. Maybe he just see that girl hoping face (oh, of course he can guess why that girl really wanted to go home as fast as she can), maybe he just suddenly hungry, or maybe because his nature as kindhearted man.

He continue his walk. Didn't have destination, just take what his brain and foot offer. Let the winter breeze make his nose red. Let loose his scarf. It's cold, but it didn't matter. He just want feel anything but a big hole--that he refuse to call lonely--inside. He stop for a while, looking up to the pitch black night sky which slowly dropping little snowflakes.

A boy bump him suddenly. The kid said he was sorry, like his parent do after they can catch up their kid and see him. He said, it's okay. And the family go after give him a simple nod. Making him staring at their backs when they're go.

His mind wondering. That boy father didn't older than him. From what he wear, maybe he was a normal salary man. That woman maybe just plain house wife with kid who only about three or four years old. Maybe they just finished dinner together after that woman take the kid to his dad office to make a suprise.

He let out small ironic laugh. It's scary him how his brain sometimes can't be controlled.

If what he was wonder is true, so what? It have nothing to do with him.

He throw his cigar to the snowy road.

Jealous? Why must?

He step on it.

He know already that he can't have that kind of life. In this spiky and bloody way he choose, there's no such a thing!

He make little stomping on it, make sure it was died.

Exhale some breath, he pick up the parcel. It was fell when the boy stumble across him. He continue his walk, at the same time, the ribbon on the parcel torn.

That plastic bag parcel have several chocolate in bite size. He took one without thinking. It was delicious he admit. But, not delicious as what he ate years ago. Because that was homemade, because that was from her.

Because he enjoyed it with some bruise all over his face, side to side with a brat who have same bruise with him.

It's at four pieces when he realize where he is after seeing certain maid robot throwing a garbage. He curse his brain more. He look up with not amused face at that too familiar banner.

He wonders if filling a big hole in him was part of Yorozuya's job description. But hell, if he was going to admit something so embarrassing to the silver haired perm and that just sound so wrong.

Back away, he just standing a few meter from that house. Keep eating the chocolate. He stops after six pieces though. It's just too sweet for his taste and make him wonder why that idiot inside, didn't die yet from high sugar level. He hate his brain for thinking about that guy instead, and he hate his brain which says nonstop the fact that how many, how sweet, that chocolate he ate, they never at same as sweetness level as her.

Her.

Noun, not possessives word.

She, at whole is sweet itself. Delicate skin like cream, brown hair like cinnamon, red tiny lips like cherry. He can eat her at a time, but he choose to throw her instead.

He want changing brain if that possible.

Make a sound like 'tch' he grab his cigarette. Put one on his lip, let his mayones like zippo burn the other side. He feel the smoke in his respiratory sistem make an ease feeling as he inhale. It just when he put the zippo back to his jacket, he hear a door opened. The silver perm samurai come out. Wearing a white tuxedo. A impossible attempt to tame his hair can be seen clearly with his hair seems found a bit different way to stick out.

It was impulse.

He walk a few step, and throw the leftover parcel face on to Yorozuya Boss face. He didn't lessen his strength, of course. Before that main character aware what happened, he just said happy valentine while walk away. Enjoy the cursing and screaming from the other. A small smile in his face when he heard that man saying about his choco of course not the only he received.

He feel an ease. Yeah, human always find for a friend while despair isn't it?

Now he know where he want to go. He want to meet her.

After that, maybe some booze to make him sleep.