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A/N: Ken's POV. Title really sucks, but oh well. Short (very) one-shot. I just started trying on one-shot. My first try. Don't kill me, please. I know I suck.
"Ken, are you sick?" you ask.
No, not sick. Just upset. I smile back at you, though. I want to hide my true feelings from you. "I'm fine."
"You're very quiet."
Quiet? You /are/ supposed to be the quiet one, aren't you?
"Just thinking," I reply. Yeah, thinking. Thinking about how cold you are towards me. how cold you /have been/ towards me, at least. We're drifting apart from each other.
"I didn't know you were the type who thinks," you say with a smile. But I know that smile all too well. That smile, is a fake smile. The only real smile you've given is to your sister, Fujimiya Aya.
"Well," I stammer and start blushing. Really, I hate stammering, but I want to hide my feelings. I don't want you to know. Because if you do, you might break up with me.
"You're cute when you blush, you know," you say, taking me aback. And when you know I'm surprised, you look away. A crimson line appears across your face and that's when I know you mean what you say. You turn back to me after sometime.
"Close your eyes," you say quietly.
I do as I'm told; I have no objection. But sometimes I really wonder why I listen to you. Perhaps I'm too used to you being out leader, not used to you being my lover.
You take my hand and kiss it; I won't pull away, I don't want to. Because I love you. Really, I do. But how do I express it to you?
I open my eyes and see you crying.
And we just sit there in silence.
"I love you, Ran."
A/N: Altered. If you want to see the original piece, you can email me. Original shorter.
A/N: Ken's POV. Title really sucks, but oh well. Short (very) one-shot. I just started trying on one-shot. My first try. Don't kill me, please. I know I suck.
"Ken, are you sick?" you ask.
No, not sick. Just upset. I smile back at you, though. I want to hide my true feelings from you. "I'm fine."
"You're very quiet."
Quiet? You /are/ supposed to be the quiet one, aren't you?
"Just thinking," I reply. Yeah, thinking. Thinking about how cold you are towards me. how cold you /have been/ towards me, at least. We're drifting apart from each other.
"I didn't know you were the type who thinks," you say with a smile. But I know that smile all too well. That smile, is a fake smile. The only real smile you've given is to your sister, Fujimiya Aya.
"Well," I stammer and start blushing. Really, I hate stammering, but I want to hide my feelings. I don't want you to know. Because if you do, you might break up with me.
"You're cute when you blush, you know," you say, taking me aback. And when you know I'm surprised, you look away. A crimson line appears across your face and that's when I know you mean what you say. You turn back to me after sometime.
"Close your eyes," you say quietly.
I do as I'm told; I have no objection. But sometimes I really wonder why I listen to you. Perhaps I'm too used to you being out leader, not used to you being my lover.
You take my hand and kiss it; I won't pull away, I don't want to. Because I love you. Really, I do. But how do I express it to you?
I open my eyes and see you crying.
And we just sit there in silence.
"I love you, Ran."
A/N: Altered. If you want to see the original piece, you can email me. Original shorter.
