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She was acting all mushy again. No doubt she had been spending time with Gokudera again. Ken looked at Chikusa and sighed.
"Why won't you tell her?" he asked.
"Tell her what? I don't have anything to say to that girl!" snapped Ken in reply. He wasn't sure when or how it had happened, but for some reason, he couldn't stop thinking about her...
"Hello," came her soft voice behind them. They turned and Ken looked away angry at her as usual.
"We'll have to leave in the morning. You should get your rest," said Chikusa pushing up his glasses and nudging Ken. He grunted and refused to even look at her.
"Well, goodnight then," she said and left them. Chikusa patted Ken's shoulder and went to bed himself. It was going to be a very long day tomorrow.
"You should get some rest as well," he said before walking through the door to his own room. Ken slammed a fist into the concrete wall and swore softly to himself. He shouldn't be feeling any of this for that girl.
Chrome.
If Rokudo didn't need her to communicate to them, she would have been out of their lives a long time ago. But he did and she wasn't. Now she was falling for that idiot Gokudera in the process and making everything very complicated on top of already being irritating herself. And how clumsy she was! Honestly!
He stayed out a little longer then decided it was best taken care of in the morning. As he walked past her room, he noticed that her door was open. She was fast asleep with a little smile on her face. She looked so peaceful...
He stepped into the room against his better judgement and walked up to her bed. He watched her sleep for a little while then very gently pushed her hair out of her face. He leaned over her and placed a very soft kiss on her forehead then watched her for a moment more before leaving the room.
It was better that she didn't know. It was much easier. She would leave when Rokudo came back and it would make it just that much easier to forget about her. It would get easier, he told himself as he left her room closing the door softly behind him. But as he crossed the hall to his own room, he knew deep inside himself that that was the biggest lie he could ever tell himself.