A/N: Another drabble, working my way back into writing longer pieces. Enjoy~ And can you find the message?
Irony is a word to use for Jack Atlas in his relationship with Mikage Sagiri.
Never once did he think of how much she gave up to keep him sane. She is by no means an angel, because innocence disappears after being born. Despite their differences and the obvious scrutiny by their superiors, she always stayed with him. She left after a chaotic battle to pursue a career as a police chief.
Even now he wouldn't admit that he was proud of her or that he misses her thanks to him growing accustom to her company after two years. Yet all he did was be quiet and not look her in the eyes once. Damn his pride. He wishes he could just tell her everything.
Every so often, he calls to see how she's doing. He got the answering machine, more so now that both of them are busy. Being World King would never be something he regrets. He wishes he could still see her more now. He sets the phone aside to let her voice fill his hotel room after he listens to her voice mail a second time.
December rolls around quicker than he realizes. It's a month away from her birthday. He's sure everyone would be surprised he knows the date, he acts like he didn't care. But he is one to remember important dates and is observant in his own right...when he wants to be.
Youthful in appearance like always, she greets him like an old friend when he comes home for the holidays. He stays to the side, nothing unusual since that's how he is. This time he's watching her carefully, the movement of her hips swaying to the music and the sound of her laughter sends chills down his spine. It really is getting ridiculous he can't talk to her now.
Out and about he sees something that reminds him of her. A bouquet of pink roses...her favorite. In town for a week, he decides it's time to do something about this crush of his. So he buys the bouquet ignoring the florist's request to hear who they are for. He barks at them to leave him be, and storms out as he doesn't need the paparazzi appearing.
Unforgettable is the word he would use to describe her face upon seeing him. He waltzes right into her apartment after being let in. She starts to question him about why he came over, but stops mid-sentence at the sight of a bouquet being held out to her. She gingerly touches the roses, not sure what to say. The roses are forgotten for the moment since she wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against his, the first of many.
A/N: Will always love these two as characters & a couple, and no one will tell me other wise.