The Moment I Said It

It had been five years since Haruna Nagashima last saw her boyfriend—or rather ex-boyfriend—Yoh Komiyama. At that time she was so angry with his decision to go to school abroad in America that she couldn't face him and even broke off their two year relationship. Now, five years later, she regretted not seeing him; however, it was too late to change anything.

So why was she even thinking about him? He must have gotten another girlfriend already—probably some buxom young blonde—and forgot about her. Haruna's facial features were manipulated by the unwholesome fantasies her brain was cooking up: Yoh and Sharon—the blonde's name—watching baseball together; Yoh and Sharon walking alone in a park; Yoh and Sharon kissing! Her mind was wrought asunder with farfetched ideas that she didn't notice her cell phone ringing.

Snapping out of her trance, she jumped from the floor of her bedroom and made for her cheerfully ringing cell phone.

Yoh Komiyama took his first look in five years at the house and neighborhood that he grew up in. A discreet smile took over his lips as a wave of memories washed over him in a split second. No sooner had he been hit with nostalgia when he made a rash decision: he would call Haruna—his ex-girlfriend—and make plans to meet her the next day.

"Hello, this is Haruna!"

Yoh chuckled as he remembered how she always answered her cell phone.

"Hey, remember me?"

Haruna was standing up as she received her phone call. The voice on the other line sounded strangely familiar. It couldn't be...

"YOH!?" she guessed.

Haruna's eyes became as wide as they could get. She resisted the temptation to drop her phone or hang up on him.

"Wh-wh-wh...?" was all she could manage.

"You're probably thinking: 'why is he calling me?' right?"

A blush crept across Haruna's face, as she nodded to no one in particular. She listened to the rest of Yoh's one-sided conversation and when he hung up she still held her phone to her ear. It took her awhile to process the information that she had just received. Yoh had just arrived in Japan from America. He would no longer be studying abroad. He was... home.

Yoh Komiyama was home for the first time in five years and all Haruna Nagashima could do was listen to the static on her cell phone, her mouth forming a tiny 'o' as she fainted.

Yoh ended his call in a tone brimming with hope. Haruna barely said anything at all—due to her shock—that Yoh decided he would text message her later about the details. For now he opened his gate, walked up to his door and waited to be greeted by his devious little sister, Asami. On cue, his front door swung open and there she was in all her devilish beauty.

"Yoh! You're so mean!" she puffed her cheeks and glared at him.

"What are you talking about?" he deadpanned. He couldn't get into his house as she was blocking the doorway, her legs and arms spread eagle.

"You left me here all by myself!"

"Sorry," Yoh sighed and watched as his little sister moved from the doorway and disappear inside. Dragging his suitcase he observed the inner surroundings of his home. It was clean and everything was organized. As usual, his parents weren't home and the usual unlived-in atmosphere took its hold on him. He left his suitcase and shoes in the hall—he figured he'd unpack later—and made his way to his bedroom.

Once inside his room, he ungracefully fell atop his bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.