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This is dedicated to my good friends, Nezumi and coffee, because Nezumi is encouraging, and coffee keeps me awake!
Title: Five Words
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Rating: K
Pairing: ShikaIno
Summary: Everyday, she sits in the coffee shop, as if she's waiting for someone.He is the artist that always watches her, like a guardian angel.
Everyday, she sits in the coffee shop, as if she's waiting for someone.She orders a cup of coffee as she waits.She stays for half an hour, then breaks down crying.He always watches her, but he never speaks to her. He just keeps on drawing on his sketch pad.Had anyone bothered to look, they would see that all his drawings were of her.
He sits silently, watching her every move. He wishes he had the courage to talk to her, while her friend pleads her to flirt with the waiters. Unknowingly, he clenches his fists when she manages an upbeat smile and a flirty tone. Even if she does it to please her friend, he cannot help but be jealous. After all that, he still doesn't talk to her.So he makes a pact to himself. He will talk to her.
She knows him. He is the artist that always watches her, like a guardian angel. She knows his name too, for they attended the same elementry school for a year. She knows his eyes, his heart, his everything. The one thing she doesn't know is if he loves her like she does him. SHe doesn't even know if he remembers her name.
She goes to the coffee shop again, and orders her coffee. Meanwhile, he just watches her and draw. Exactly half an hour later, she starts crying silently. She does not cry out, she does not even make a move to wipe her tears. His heart aches to see her cry like that. Her friend withdraws a hankerchief and hands it to her. It falls and they both reach for it at the same time. He gets there first.
"Your hankerchief, I believe"
He speaks to her friend, but his black eyes are directed at her only. She gasps slightly as he smirks and heads back to his chair. Her friend makes a move to wipe her tears, but she pushes the hand away. She pays the check and leaves. She glances at him one more time, but he is drawing. He gives her the drawing he drew.She walks away, but at the same moment, he looks up and smiles.
She would never admit it, but those eyes, those stunning black eyes, pierce through her very soul. He draws her leaving, but he silently smiles. The drawing shows her upbeat, flirtly smile with her leaning across the counter slightly, eyes sparkling dully. In the corner, her has written in his writing five words.
Long time no see, Ino.
I wrote this awhile ago and modified it slightly. What do you think?