Ah, my first one-shot in a while. Actually, there's going to be two of these. One, dedicated to a friend of mine, and the other one(this one), is just to show everyone who was curious last year(when I wrote Be Mine, Sweet Valentine), what it was that Misha wrote. I made it simple, and hopefully cute... um... yeah, I hope it is. As for the last line, I thought that it was really Misha-like to add in something absolutely off-topic, just to make him "be sweet". I hope that everyone enjoys this.

- Makami

Love Letter

Misha sighed heavily as she phased through the apartment windows and set herself down on the carpeted floor. A slight tingling sensation filled her; but, it was not so much of a tingling, as just that sense of relief that one feels when they return to a familiar place they can call home after a long absence. She sighed happily. It had been much too long since she had last been here. She'd missed it.

"Ah... it's been a couple of years," she said to herself. The livingroom hadn't changed too much since she had last seen it. The couch was new, she noted silently, then moved on.

Kotarou's bedroom was still where it had been when she left. The second door down the hallway from the living room. It was the second door down, period. First on the left, though.

As she walked, Misha let her fingers glide along the walls, as if that would let her touch upon old memories that were locked deep within them.She paused at his door and pressed her forehead to the cold wood. She closed her eyes and remembered all of the things that had happened. How hard he would study in this room, how she would come to bother him, that one time when she tucked him in because he had had too much to drink at hermoving in party, and all of those times that she had just waited outside his window and watched him sleeping.

She opened the bedroom door and walked in.

"Wow..."

There were a lot of changes to Kotarou's room. All were proof that he was starting to grow up. The anime posters that he had last hung up on his wall were all but gone. Now there were pictures of friends, a family portrait, some posters of famous singers and actresses. Most surprisingly, to Misha, was the picture that he kept taped to the wall next to his bed. It was of the both of them. Kotarou was smiling, one arm wrapped around her waist. She was smiling, too, with her arms tightly draped around his shoulders. She was nuzzling his cheek.

A smile touched Misha's lips. "I'd forgotten about that."

Misha spun around suddenly, so that she was facing Kotarou's desk.

Oddly, or rather luckily enough, he had left out a pencil, a pen and some paper. She had all of the supplies that she needed--granted that Sasha was right about her being able to use inanimate objects. Yes, she could touch things, but only briefly in her own experience. Like with the door, she had to be very quick about it, though it would have been easier just to phase through it like the balcony windows. Otherwise she would use up too much energy and would end up exhausted.

She walked over to the desk and stood there, very still, for a moment. She had a lot of things to tell Kotarou. She'd met a lot of new, more experienced angels. She'd even been granted a visit to Heaven, when Sasha had to go. Shia had been there. She wanted to tell him that, too. She wanted to explain why she was there, how often she thought of him, and how much she loved him...

She reached over for the pencil. Surprisingly, she could pick it up as easily as she could when she was a fallen angel. She looked at it. Was this really happening? Was giving Kotarou a message this easy?

The pen slipped through her and hit the ground.

Grumbling, Misha knelt down to pick it up. With a heavy sigh and a great deal of headache-worthy cpncentration, she could pick it up again. Thankfully, she noted, it did not fall out of her hand again. She stood up and stared at the paper in front of her, before sitting down. Most ofthe papershad scribbles, a few lines writtenhere and there, and several random drawings were all over the place. This was probably his note paper, something to use whenever he got bored and needed to clear his mind, or to make something clearer to him.

It took some time to find a piece of paper that had enough space on it that she could use it. In the end, there was nothing like that, and she was forced to use the bottom half of one.

She pressed the pen to the paper, and stared at it.

No ideas came to mind. Nothing. Not a one. Actually, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that too many ideas were in her mind. She had no idea where to start off summarizing her past few years as a full-fledged angel.

"Um... ums... suu..." she sighed to herself.

"Dear... Dears Kotarou-kun! Su!"

Misha read along with herself as she wrote those words down. She stopped for a moment, and hesitated what the next line would be. She still had no idea what she should start with. Should she start off by telling him that Shia made it into Heaven? Or how about how much she loved him? Or explain to him why she was there? Maybe explain how she was able to touch the pen to write this letter to him?

"Dear Kotarou-kun..." she repeated herself. She stared hard at the paper before her. What came after that? "I, um... I miss you?"

She dropped the pen on the desk and slumped over.

"Why is writing this so hard? Suu..." she whined. With a heavy sigh she sat back up, propping her head on her hands,and stared at the paper. Again. She seemed to be doing more staring than the writing that she was supposed to be doing. I thought that it would be easy, but... there's so much to tell you...

Misha glanced at the clock on the far wall, and picked the pen up again.

"Wells, if I don't get started soon, I won't have my chance! Su!"

It was nearing four o'clock in the afternoon, and Misha still had no more than "Dear Kotarou-kun" written down. She stared at it, her eyes practically crossed in frustration. This was actually her first time ever writting a letter to someone. She thought that it would be easy, something that she could just do. But this was harder than she could have imagined.

"Geez..." First she smacked herself upside the head, then her fingers twisted in her hair and began tugging on it. She grumbled to herself, "stupid, stupid, stupid..."

"Oniichan, I want a snack!"

Misha perked up suddenly. The voice was muffled, but she recognized it well. That was Shino's voice. And if Shino was home, crying out "oniichan, I want a snack", then, well, obviously Kotarou had to be home, as well.

The lock on the front door clicked. There was a series of sounds after that, and suddenly the door was slammed shut.

Misha's heart stopped for a moment. Kotarou was home. He was home, and she'd barely even begun her letter. What if Sasha was done her errand, too? What if she was here right now, and Takashi and Koboshi were together? What if she'd taken too long and now all of her time was up and all she had gotten written down was "Dear Kotarou-kun"?

Misha stood up suddenly, knocking the chair back a little. She stared at the words that she had written down for a moment, as if willing them to turn into something else, something more meaningful. They didn't.

"I'm so stupid," she mumbled to herself. She could feel hot tears starting to burn the backs of her eyes. "Angels and humans... we aren't meant to be together. We can't... no matter how much I love him... I'm just being stupid."

"Oniichan, can you help me with this one?" Shino was probably asking about homework.

A smile broke through the miserable expression on Misha's face. Homework. That was the one, solid thing that she had even known Kotarou to focus on. Whether it was to hide his pain, or simply out of it being the duty of a school-kid, he focused on it. She remembered how hard she tried to be able to help him with his work. If she could help him, to ease the load and help him understand it better, then she was happy. If she was of any help to him at all, she was always happy.

"I'm being silly, aren't I?" she said to herself, wiping a few tears away with her arm. She sniffled. "C'mon, Misha! Don't give ups! Su!"

With a determination that was bound to last her only until the next bump in the road, Misha headed out of his room and into the kitchen, where Shino and Kotarou were sitting at the table. She smiled to herself, half hidden from view, even though they couldn't see her.

Kotarou stood up, and walked over to the counter.

"Hey, Shino-chan, what do you want to eat?" he asked his younger cousin.

She purple-haired girl smiled and replied, "ramen!"

"Again?" He laughed at her. "That's all you've wanted lately."

"You're gonna start taking a course to become a guardian angel, girlie."

"Sacchan said..." Misha mumbled to herself, staring at Kotarou. "She said that I'd get to become a guardian angel. That I'm only suited to help one person at a time..." She smiled a little. "I always wanna help yas. Su."

She turned around, heading for Kotarou's room. This time, she knew exactly what she wanted to write. It didn't have to be anything fancy. It didn't have to explain every detail of the past year. Just something simple, that said everythign she really wanted to tell him.

Dear Kotarou-kun, SU!

I really missed yas in the past while. I'm always thinkin' of ya. I love yas so very muches! Su!

- Misha

(p.s. Give Shino all the ramen that she wants!)