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Choosing the Right Fit

"Miyu… Are you sure this is really what you want?" Nanami patted her blonde hair comfortingly as she watched her cry. "There must be some sort of solution, right?"

Miyu sniffed quietly and lifted her head slowly. Looking into her friends violet eyes, she felt her eyes burn with the sensation of more tears. "Of course there's a solution. There's always a solution. The problem is that the solution to this will leave me completely miserable." Miyu pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to calm her own nerves. "I just wish… I just wish that things could be different." Taking a deep breath, she leaned back onto her bed, spreading her arms out wide.

"There has to be a different way, right?" Nanami stood up from the bed forcefully, making everything in the vicinity shake slightly. Quickly raising her hands, she mussed her short auburn hair into something that looked similar to a bird's nest. "I mean, we can't just GIVE UP!" Throwing her hands down next to her hips, she leaned forward slightly from the waist. Her gaze was intense, and it was trained on Miyu.

She rolled over to lie on her stomach, avoiding her friend. "No. I'm giving up. I'm done. I'm done worrying, I'm done stressing, and I'm done fighting. I just want to relax. So I'm going to go." Shoving her head into her pillow, she felt the cool fabric against her warm cheeks. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It smelled of shampoo. The same shampoo that she had used for the past 6 years. The same shampoo that Kanata used. At the thought of the tall brunet, she immediately pushed herself up off her bed and onto her feet. Facing Nanami, she leaned against the wall, trying, unsuccessfully, to look as if a panic alarm wasn't going off in her head. "I have to pack."

"No, you don't. You aren't going anywhere." Aya stepped into the room, her eyes intense and her face serious. "It's not an option, sweetie." Her face softened slightly at the sight of Miyu's red-rimmed eyes. Walking over to where Miyu was standing, she placed her hands on her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug. "You can't let it end like this. Not without trying to make it work."

"It's not a matter of making it work. I just don't want to burden him. I mean, he's going places! He goes to T-Uni, you know? He's got the highest grades in his class! He's going to be this high-profile guy and I'm going to be…. What? His homemaker? His maid? It's not a matter of just believing in him and trusting in this relationship. I want to make something of myself too!" Stomping her foot childishly, she marched over to the other side of the room, huffing loudly. For a split millisecond, though, her angry mask slipped. She spoke quietly, almost inaudibly, "I want to be worthy of his love." Crossing her arms, she turned back to the two. "And so, I'm going to America to live with my parents while I go to school. Just for a little while, it's not going to be permanent or anything." Releasing a breath, she tried her best to smile.

Nanami was at her side in a matter of seconds. "Well, don't you get all high and mighty and forget about us." Wrapping her best friend of 6 years in a warm embrace, she laughed weakly. "I want an e-mail a day. And I want presents for every holiday that you miss."

Miyu laughed harder than the joke warranted, desperate for anything that would lighten the mood. "I know. I'll miss you too, Nanami."

Aya squeezed herself into the hug and squeezed them both. "Go get 'em."

~xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox~

Miyu paced across the room, biting her bottom lip in the tell all way that she always did. Taking a deep breath, she held it for a moment before turning back to the man on the other side of the room. He was looking at her, a fire lit in his chocolate brown eyes. It was the same fire that she had fallen in love with. It was strong and it was determined. Unfortunately, today, that fire wasn't aimed at her because of the deep love he felt for her. Today, the fire in his eyes was surging with a feeling of contempt that it almost killed her. "I'm not going stop you, Miyu." His voice was frigid and it was serious. She knew that he wasn't lying, and that almost hurt as much as leaving him. "I'm not going to chase after you, either."

"I know you won't. I'm not expecting you too." Crossing her arms tightly, she clutched her long sleeves between her fists. Miyu broke the eye contact first. Looking down at her feet, she squeezed her eyes shut in pain at the words she was sure she was about to hear.

"So it's over, huh?"

Miyu felt the moment that her heart snapped into a million pieces. She knew the moment that the blasted tears pushed against the back of her eyes, begging to be released that she was going to regret it. But Kanata could do so much better than her. He could get someone who could assist in his career, he could get someone more beautiful than she could even imagine. Glancing up at him from underneath her lashes, she took in his everything. His long legs leaning against the doorframe, his muscular arms crossed across his broad chest, his artfully mussed hair, and his slightly crooked smile. Everything about him made her heart race. Taking a deep breath, she clasped her hands together and attempted to make eye contact once more. The second that her emerald eyes met with his chocolate, she smiled her warmest smile. "Yeah, I guess it's over." Walking towards him, she grabbed one of his fisted hands and opened it up with both of hers. Giving it one last squeeze, she lifted herself onto her toes. Miyu pressed her lips against his and felt the stiffening of his body underneath her touch. He didn't want her to touch him. Jolting herself away, she looked at him, the tears nearly overflowing. "I love you, Kanata. I always will. You know that, right?"

Kanata turned away from her quickly and began walking down the hallway that led to the courtyard. Lifting his hand over his shoulder, he gave a brief gesture. "Yeah," Stopping briefly before he left the house entirely, he looked back at the blonde. "You better leave soon. You'll miss your flight." And with that final note, he left.

~xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox~

The room was oddly quiet as Miyu sat down in the seat in front of the vanity mirror. What was she doing? This was ridiculous. Looking at her face critically, she poked at the dark bags that had pooled underneath her eyes and the stress lines that marred her once smooth forehead. Sighing, she resigned her face to the palms of her hands, closing her eyes tight. She knew what she was doing. She was doing the right thing. The only thing that she could do, having come this far.

Standing, she listened to the soft ruffle of her dress as she drifted towards the large window that opened up to the extravagant garden that lay just outside. Miyu leaned on the windowsill and silently twirled a piece of her recently curled blonde hair, her thoughts taking her farther and farther away from where she was supposed to be Miyu was so far gone, she didn't even hear the quiet click of the large wooden door opening and closing, the tell-tale sign that one of her close friends were attending to their responsibilities. "Miyu, honey," A soft hand lingered, hesitant, in the air right above her gloved forearm before placing it on top of it gently. "Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

Miyu's head jolted away from the array of brightly colored flowers, from azaleas to orchids, at the sound of her friend's nearly silent inquiry. A puzzled look overtook her beautiful features and she cleared her throat delicately before plastering an overtly excessive smile on her otherwise rather sullen countenance. "Of course! I'm just so excited, Aya. It's been, what, 2 years?" Crossing her arms delicately, she tilted her head and continued her observations of the venue. "I couldn't be happier at this very moment." Petting down the lace and ruffles that nearly devoured the dress Miyu was wearing, Aya smiled at her considerately.

"You know that I support your every decision, right? I will always be on your side. As will Nanami and Christine. But I have to admit, I don't have a good feeling about this. As a matter of fact, I don't like this." Looking at her meaningfully, she bit her lip before continuing. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do? I mean, you've known this guy for what? 4 months?"

Miyu smiled back at her best friend gratefully and grabbed her bouquet off the vanity that she had been sitting at earlier. "Sometimes, you just know." Walking towards the grand wooden door that lead to the ceremony hall, Miyu reached down towards a small toddler that stood nearby. Holding out her hand for her, she smiled the best smile she had given all day. "Come on sweetie, let's go get Mommy married."

As she walked down the long aisle, she looked at the man that she was going to be spending the rest of her life with. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect smile. Looking at him, she felt her stomach clench and her arms got goosebumps. Something was wrong. As beautiful as everything was, as wonderful as life could be, she knew that she was using this man. This man who loved her as much as she had always dreamed her husband would. This man who would do anything for her and her illegitimate daughter.

Reaching the end of the aisle, she smiled back at the man. This was what was best for Miu. She needed his support or else they weren't going to make it. She wasn't going to let anything happen to her daughter.

~xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox~

"Miu! Come on! We're going to be late! And you know how Auntie Christine gets when we're late!" Miyu called to her young daughter as she grabbed the keys to her car and opened the front door of her house. "Miu!"

"Coming, Mommy!" The pitter-patter of feet scrambled down the stairs and to the door. "Sorry! I couldn't find my new shoes! I wanted to show Auntie Christine…" Holding up the pair of white sandals, the seven year old looked at her mother, smiling wide.

Miyu couldn't help but smile back at her. She was quite the sight. "What am I supposed to do with you?" Grabbing her daughter's hand, she turned her around and began finger combing her messy brown hair into a somewhat presentable style. "You definitely got your hair from your father." Sighing, she put her hands on her hips and gestured out the door with her head. "Now, out you go. Get into the car."

"Okay!" Laughing and skipping her way to the car, Miu pulled the car door open and struggled into her seat. After sitting in the car for approximately 13 seconds as Miyu locked the front door an walked down the sidewalk to her driveway, Miu kicked her feet lightly and called out, "Let's go! We've got to go get Auntie Christine! You're going to make us late, Mommy."

~xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox~

When Miyu arrived at the airport to pick up her long-time friend, she was in a pretty good mood. Her daughter was being well-behaved, not complaining at all about the long car drive, the sun was shining and her hair was actually cooperating. All in all, the day was a bit of a miracle in itself. She was sitting in the plastic chairs, waiting for Christine to get off the plane and listening to her 7 year-old daughter ramble amiably about her day. She had played with her daughter's hair, she had finished a round of the word game that she and her daughter played and Miu was almost finished with the puzzle they had just bought her. Sighing gently to herself, she glanced at her watch. She wasn't going to be able to keep Miu entertained for much longer. Turning her attention back to her daughter, she saw a flounce of skirt and smelt the sweet scent of Christine's preferred perfume before she even registered that she was looking at her. Practically leaping from her spot, she wrapped the pink haired woman in a warm embrace. "I've missed you."

She felt Christine's face stretch into a smile before she heard her whisper, "Please don't hate me."

Miyu's eyes flew open in shock and saw what she knew Christine was referring too. A messy-haired brunet with chocolate eyes that pinned her in place. Releasing Christine immediately, Miyu took three steps back, till she was standing directly in front of her daughter.

Christine clamped her eyes together and gestured toward the man, "This is my boyfriend, Miyu. Kanata Saionji."

~xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox~

Author's Note: So…. Yup. I know. I know. Really, I do. It was summer. I was supposed to write more than usual, right? Wrong. I got busy and I apologize. I don't love you guys any less than I did 3 months ago. Besides, you all know how inconsistent I am at this point. Even though I've tried to get better, it just doesn't happen. Anyhoo, I know this one was a little choppy, but bear with me, cuz we're done with the time shifts.

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