Who She Was
By Neech
Category: Hana-kimi
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Status: HK one-shot (completed)
Pairings: Mizuki/Sano
Characters: Sano
Disclaimer: Something I always tend to forget. Owning Hana-kimi? HA.
For Bong, the 'wife' who calls me hubby just to scare the teachers.
She was the strangest person he knew.
For there was no one like her, brave enough to cross a continent and several oceans just to meet him; wilful and stubborn in the face of danger, yet so innocent and naïve in her ideas of relationships and her trust for others.
So innocent. There was hardly a time he did not have to watch over her, like a mother hen over an awkward newly hatched chick walking for the first time. There were so many times, so many close shaves, where her secret was nearly discovered by others. Makita, with his roving hands (his hands still itched to punch something when he thought of him), Karasuma, with her incessant prying and her ever-present camera, desperate enough to hide in a boys locker room just to get a piece of news.
She was so dense sometimes, never noticing all the times when he showed a more-than-platonic care for her. And he had slipped up so many times. Too many times.
She was the dumbest smart person that he knew. How a person fluent in two languages (two very different languages) and talented in Politics and Economics could be capable of completely ridiculous ideas such as 'beating' Karasuma and harebrained schemes to enter restricted access buildings was just something that constantly continued to elude him.
She was also one of the most self-sacrificial people that he knew, male or female. For her friends, she would do anything; even sacrifice herself in their stead. And all because she cared too much, loved too much.
She was too impulsive, he knew, sometimes to the point of stupidity. Too willing was she to protect her friends' honour that she would just throw herself into a situation without fully considering the consequences, ending up with a few scrapes, bruises and problems, and all with the best of intentions.
She was truly frustrating at times, stubborn as a mule and with less common sense than a pig determined to fly. Her behavioural patterns, her very actions screamed 'GIRL!' so often that he sometimes wondered why less than half the student population didn't realise that Ashiya Mizuki was not a particularly feminine boy, but rather a full-fledged female impersonating one.
And she never learned to close the shower curtain.
She was too readable. Like the idiom, she wore her heart on her sleeve, all her emotions clearly obvious on her face, not exactly a suitable quality for a person attempting to disguise herself as the opposite sex.
She was reckless. Naïve. Fearless. Trusting. Adorable. Hopeless. Intelligent. Funny. Feminine. Determined. Foolish. Careless. Frugal. Emotional.
She was beautiful.
Completely and utterly beautiful.
And she was his.
