Disclaimer: (I'm only doing one should this run into chapters). I DO NOT own DN Angel. I don't even read them. MEGA GASP

What can I say? My sister's stuff inspires me.

-----.Prologue.-----

8,133 miles seemed so much more gaping when in mere hours, the most important thing in a girl's life would be exactly that far away, without even a clue of whether it'd ever return. She felt like a fool standing there, trying to avoid the sharp blue eyes in which she'd come to find a certain warmth, a sort of prickly in their surface that normally seemed so cold, that appeared every time she'd dare let their eyes meet. Stupid her. She'd let herself fall for those immovable blue eyes…

"Harada-san?" Suddenly she was back in the present. She offered the boy in front of her an apologetic smile, stifling her impending gloom in desperate attempts to seem like she was quite okay with his leaving.

"Oh, I'm fine, sorry, I dazed out there." She laughed nervously.

The boy cocked his head at her, making his slightly-unkempt, sapphire-blue bangs slide from his brow to rest more sideways on his face. "You look like you're thinking pretty hard about something or other."

"Nah I'm just…" What was she? What could she tell him? That she was desperate and didn't want him to leave? That she wasn't quite sure exactly how her day was supposed to function without his quiet presence, reminding her that though he could offer little more than a good listening ear, he was still around whenever she needed him? He had always been her run-to, whether he'd realized it or not; it was true neither of them ever outwardly recognized when they needed the other, they just had their own subtle ways on leaning on the other. Of course, he did so very little, but she didn't miss the few occasions he just took advantage of her company to allow himself a quick breath. People always said she was the only one who could make him stop and breathe, even if it was only for an instant before he was off analyzing the next thing, using that incredible cleverness and intelligence he was so acclaimed for to solve a problem before it formed. And despite what anyone said, she knew she saw something other than coldness in his eyes, whether it was loathing or anger or even something she'd never dared dream she saw… it was something. He wasn't completely cold to emotion, though he tried very hard and 97 of the time, he did succeed marvelously. Now, though…

Now she was ready to break down right in front of him, and him watching… she was falling apart, but she couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes. She was too afraid… too afraid she was alone in fighting the emotion, afraid what she was feeling wasn't being reflected at all in him… that he felt nothing about her that could surface even in this moment… this last, precious moment…

"This is the boarding call for flight UA493 to New York. All passengers holding a ticket to flight UA493 to New York, please make your way to gate 87 now."

A shiver rippled down her spine as she realized it was time; the good-bye she'd been dreading was finally here. One of the hardest things she knew she'd ever have to do she had to do now… and she had to hide it.

The boy sitting beside her in the waiting area shifted his eyes upwards to listen to the announcement, then he let them fall on her. She continued to gaze at the speaker, not knowing where else it was safe to let her eyes rest. The boy eyed her. "I guess it's time I board."

She let her eyes drop to her hands. "I suppose."

He looked at his own, then at the open gates leading to the walkway onto the enormous passenger jet. Then he reached for his bag.

A cold twist in her stomach pulsed her reflexes and suddenly she blurted, "I-don't-suppose-you're-coming-back." She said it so fast she wasn't sure he'd heard her. She shuddered at the idea of having to repeat it.

He looked at her, then at no place in particular on the floor and shrugged. "I don't know… after college… maybe sometime." He looked around the bustling airport, at the thousands of people streaking with heels on fire towards gates, dallying by a store, buying a pretzel… She couldn't sit still now, her own resolve failing her. Suddenly he let out a sound that seemed like a cross between a bitter chuckle and a snort. "Not like this god-forsaken place wants me back anyway."

Her eyes shot up to finally lay again on him. "Of course they do!"

He lifted his bag up onto his shoulder as he stood up, shaking his head. "No they don't." He was avoiding her eyes now, gazing around him through his thick-rimmed glasses. "I think this place has had about enough of me."

"But they haven't!" She exclaimed, standing with him. "Can't you see?" She wanted to continue, but her ability to articulate was being choked now. She was forced to let the sentence drop, as she stood there, posed for protest, without knowing what to say.

His eyes shifted to her, but now hers were on her feet. He gazed at her expectantly. "See what?"

Now she had to find something to say anyway. She shrugged one shoulder extensively, glancing wildly around like it might give her something to say. Instead, she had to blurt the only thing that her mind at that point could produce to reply, "You're beautiful."

He took a long time absorbing that, blinking furiously at her like she'd just said something absurd. "I'm what?" he asked.

Wow. She'd actually dumbfounded him. This was new. She might have enjoyed this were she not now faced with the obstacle of finding an explanation for her blunt statement. "You're… you're beautiful. Not like physically… not you're not good looking… oh god…"

She was failing miserably. She took a deep breath, willing the bright crimson color in her face to drain. "You're beautiful in every way…" She finally murmured. "Every little piece about you… You know…"

She let her voice drift, gazing at a spot on the floor, then shook her head slowly. "You're really going to go far. You're the brightest person your age in all Tokyo, I swear, ask anyone." She shifted her eyes to the glowing signs above the stands. "You could be anything and anyone you want… and now you're going to a place with the leg room to do that." He looked away from her just as she finally let her eyes fall on him. "You're really gonna be someone. And… well…"

He finally looked up at her now, and their eyes met. Suddenly it was like her heart was a balking plow horse, suddenly refusing to work one more ounce. His eyes… they weren't cold. There was something in them, something other than total apathy to anything anyone around him ever said. The emotion stayed there, too, he wasn't masking it. The weight of realized eased itself upon her shoulders: the reality that reminded to her, the boy in front of her was a dream she was never meant to hold for real, never meant to see come true. No matter how long she waited for him, once he was on that plane… he was gone. The country he was headed to held more for him than he ever saw awaiting him in his current one, and without reason to come back, it wasn't likely he'd spend the hundreds of dollars on another plane ticket. His trip was a one-way. She gazed into his piercing blue eyes and felt her desperation melt away. There was no convincing him to come back. What she said now, it was his choice whether it'd stay with him. And she had to make that choice an easy one. She took a final deep breath.

"Just don't forget us, okay?" A flicker of surprise appeared, maybe even a hint of confusion. Was she better at reading those eyes than she knew? "Go. Fight the odds and chase your dreams and all that, just… when you find everything you're looking for…" She sighed. "Just don't forget us."

"This is the final boarding call for flight UA493 to New York. All passengers holding a ticket to flight UA493 to New York, please make your way to gate 87 now."

His eyes finally lifted to hers, and their eyes met one last time. She swallowed hard. "Don't forget me." He couldn't seem to find anything to say. Instead, he slowly started backing away towards the gate. She held his gaze with a stubbornness, wishing he'd just throw his suitcase aside and forget the whole idea of going to America. But he couldn't. He wouldn't not now. He did take his time turning around, though.

She wrung her hands in and out, wishing their gaze would never break. Finally it came to the point the couldn't keep backing up without turning around, and just before he could, she finally called out, "And stay beautiful!"

With that, their gaze broke and he hurried onto the plane, without a single word of reply.

And all of a sudden, just like that… he was gone.

Comments? Anyone, anybody? Lol I did try not to make it TOO long, but thats one thing different about me and my sister-- I tend to talk a LOT in my stuff. anyway. Hope you're liking it!