Author's Note: This is my first story! WH00T! Since I've never actually played the game, this is how Syo's departure to America went down in my mind. The perspective is of my OC, Lia Toshiba. She will have her own back-story soon, so don't expect much info on her yet.

Disclaimer: Wish I did, but I don't own Uta no Prince-sama at all. If I did, it'd have been a yaoi and/or it would've followed the game closer.


Still Here...

The sun was now just settling on the horizon; late afternoon; sunset. It was cruelly beautiful scenery outside the huge airport. Syo was leaving for America, again. He had to leave me behind. Again. Why did I let him do this to me? Why'd I let myself feel this way? Every single time Syo would leave my side for just a second, I'd feel like I was being suffocated. So, of course, knowing that he'd be flying what might as well be 100,000 miles away to America... But, it got worse: Syo Kurusu, the object of my deepest affections, whom didn't even know it yet, might never come back. His chances of surviving his heart surgery, the American doctor had said, was a 50:50 chance. He'd either live or die. Heads or tails. I prayed it would be heads.

"3 months at the least, huh?" I asked. My eyes studied his face, his expression, as his eyes focused on the ground. "Yeah, that's what the doctor said," Syo replied. His white fedora hid his eyes, now. "Most of that's recovery time, though. My body will need to heal. That is..." I looked away from him. "If you live..." I finished for him. He suddenly grabbed my shoulders firmly and looked into my eyes. I could see how scared he was, too. "I won't die," he promised. A forced grin stretched across his face.
"In fact, I'll give you this to prove it." He took off his fedora and placed it in my hands. A black band stretched around the hat's base with various small, colored jewels on it's left side. It was very stylish and pretty, in my own opinion. I put the hat on my head and looked at him. "You know I love that hat, right?" he asked. I nodded. "When I come back - yes, WHEN- I'll take my hat back, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer before he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight. I didn't hesitate to clutch the back of his black t-shirt. I took this moment to deeply inhale. Syo's scent was sweet like candy, but with a hint of mint. So lovely. I exhaled with a small sigh. I wanted to stay like this forever. I didn't want to release him; he was far too precious to me.

He let go of me much too soon as he heard the call for passengers to start boarding his flight. He turned and walked away without saying goodbye; we knew we'd meet again. My eyes followed his form until I could no longer see him. I could wait. I had no choice. If he were to die... I'd still be here. "Still here," I whispered to myself. "I'm still here." And so the sun was settling on the horizon as I awaited his return.