Still?
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
A/N: This is my favorite manga. The second I saw it was a new category, I sat down and wrote this. …And it's REALLY short.
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"Ryoko?" Myobi asked softly, looking up into the inky night sky.
"Hm?"
"Do you still…?"
He scratched the back of his head and ran a hand through his light hair. "What do you think?"
The girl pouted in annoyance. "Ryoko, that's not an answer."
The grass rustled in a small breeze. Myobi's hair ribbons danced, and she closed her eyes and breathed in the wind, seeming as if she might take flight any moment. He couldn't take his eyes off her. At the same time, she was untouchable, in a different world. Ryoko sighed. "What do you want me to say, Myobi? That I love you so much my heart bleeds?"
Her eyes shot open and landed on him accusingly. "That's not funny."
Ryoko leaned back against the tree, both wanting to put his arm around her and fearing that touching her would turn him into dust. His eyes drifted shut and he tilted his head down. "Contrary to what you may think, Myobi, I love you quite a bit. More than I should, knowing you only exist to die."
"Do you want me to?" she asked suddenly.
He opened an eye and quirked an eyebrow. "To what?"
"Die."
The other eye awoke from its prolonged closing. Two sets of eyes met and locked in a battle of wills. Myobi won, and Ryoko broke his gaze to stare at the dancing leaves above him.
"…Never."
Satisfied, she leaned onto his shoulder and smiled happily. "I'm glad."
Somewhat startled, the man's head turned to observe her content face. Slowly a smile grew on his, and he kissed the top of her head gently. "So am I."
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