Disclaimer: I don't own tactics, no matter how much I may WANT to!
As my pen glided along the paper, I could feel my editor over my back, giving me one of her death glares that she always seemed to give me. Is it always MY fault that I run out of ideas to write? Well, I guess you couldn't say that I've run out of ideas…just ones that are alright for the article.
"Mr. Ichinomiya, you need to get this done! The deadline is tomorrow, and if you don't get this finished, they'll drop the article, AND you as a folklorist. My patience is growing thin," Reiko yelled, as Yoko came in and slapped me upside the head.
I know I should probably say something; and I started to, but then Haruka was staring at me, and my voice disappeared. So I ended up sitting with my eyes huge, a blush and my mouth open. "Uhm…Kantarou? Are you alright? You've been acting like this since Suzu passed on. You need to let it go. After all, it's been nearly a year, hasn't it?" Yoko whispered, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I nodded my head, and turned back to my work, thinking of something that we had done a week ago, and started to write. I could feel the pain of extended movement in my hand, but I ignored it, smirking as Reiko and Yoko ran around the room, trying to catch and correct all of the pages that flew off of the desk. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I was finished, and everything was corrected. My editor left, Yoko slept, and Haruka was staring at me out of the corner of his eye.
"Haruka…do you think we could talk about something? It's been nagging at me for a while, and I need to get it off of my chest. If you could lend an ear," I said, ending my sentence early. Haruka rose, and we walked out to the porch, where we seemed to have every important discussion now.
We sat there for a little while, and I could sense his impatience. "Well? What do you want?" he asked, looking at me with a scowl. I couldn't help but smile at his bad attitude.
"What I wanted to say was that I'm thinking of breaking our pact, so you can have your memories back. Lord Sugino told me how painful it is for you, and everyone else seems to be waiting for me to do it. I was wondering what you thought about the situation." His shock was evident, and his scowl became even deeper.
He and I had grown close, because we were both mourning Suzu, and the fact she couldn't pass on because of us. "I don't give a damn what anyone else tells you, Kantarou, I'm perfectly happy with who I am now. I'm not in pain, because I'm never trying to get my memories back. I don't want them. To me, the most important thing is my time on this earth, with Yoko, all of our friends, and you. I have no idea why, but I've become extremely attached to you in this past year." My smile couldn't have gotten any smaller, as I put my hand on his cheek.
Haruka had never been one for close contact, especially when it involved a human, but he leaned into my hand, and closed his eyes. "Haruka, I'm sure you still care about her, but I need to tell you this before it eats away at me. I…I've grown to love you, Haruka. You're so important to me," I whispered, pulling my hand away. He looked at me with such surprise and pain; I knew he couldn't possibly feel the same way about me.
Walking away, I faintly heard him say, "I'm still trying to figure this out, but I think I love you too…"
I'll wait, Haruka, no matter how long it takes, I'll be here; waiting for you to overcome any doubts you may have.
So, how'd I do? This is my first Yaoi fanfiction, so go easy on me, okay?