This is my first one-shot! Maybe it's good, maybe it's bad; you tell me! Review, flame, etc.! Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

Brick's POV

I was the last one who saw her. She disappeared into thin air right after I left. It's my fault. We still haven't found her. Where the crap could she have gone? It's all about that blighted argument. The words passed through my mind as if it just happened a couple of seconds ago.

"Brick, you are such an irrelevant simpleton!"

"Oh, me? Says the puerile dunce!"

"Please, Brick! I'm more agile than that and you know it!"

"No you are not!," she looked like she was going to retort, but I kept going," no, you just shut up and listen! You're just a naïve little brat that believes her 'friend' wouldn't do anything to her even though he almost killed you three times for experiments! You were about to get stabbed in the back by Dexter when you both embraced like old 'buddies'! I punched him just in time to save you and your dam-"

"Language!"

I hissed at her. "Fine! You and your dang self! Didn't you hear any glass break? Those were the test tubes in his coat to place your blood in!"

"It couldn't of injured me that bad!"

"That's not the point! He was about to hurt you and I stopped him before anything could happen! If he went through with his little plan, what would've happened to you? You could've fainted of blood-loss and he could've..."

I trailed off, not wanting to think about what might've happened. Dorkster is a deranged lunatic. Anything and everything was an answer to incomplete my sentence.

"I could've defended myself."

She said it in such a soft, caring tone that it almost got rid of my anger, but I'm not done just yet.

"No you couldn't. A knife through your skin isn't going to feel like a needle. It hurts, trust me!"

"I know that you've experienced it before, but I can handle it. Believe me," she said, reaching out to grab my shoulder as an attempt to try to comfort me, but I stepped back.

"I do believe that you can handle pain, but I don't believe you're mature enough to understand that there's bad people in the world," I spat, walking away.

"People are good; you just have to look under their rough layer," she said quietly.

I stopped, but my gaze was still towards the door.

"Sometimes, there's people that have layers too rough to get through."

I opened the door and walked out, slamming it behind me.

Where can she be? Everyone checked her favorite places...I even checked our secret hideout. It was in the middle of a forest, past the frightening trees, the dangerous animals, and the deep swamps. It's surprising that it's able to survive the horrid area. Our hideout consisted a large plain of fresh grass, a pond that contains a couple of fishes, and a blossom tree looming over it. It was huge and thick, so a lot of beautiful flowers decorated each branch. I always handed her one when we went there. That's the exact spot I plan on asking her out in, but she needs to be retraced first. I zoomed around the forest, calling her name. All of this guilt and depression isn't helping at all. My eyes are baggy. She hasn't shown up since yesterday, so I spent all of my time looking for her. That meant no sleep. But it's ok, if it's for her, I'd rather not sleep for a year. She must hate me, though. What I said was out of line. Maybe she left to Dexter's place to go give him a hug! What if she died today and I wasn't there to save her? I blasted towards Dorkster's house and banged on the door with a fist.

"Dorkster! Open up!," I barked.

There was some shuffles, then the door opened. Dorkster was in front of me, showing his morning look. I flinched at the sight.

"What do you want, Brick? Come here to punch me again?," he snorted.

"Shut up! Is she in there?," I barked, looking past his shoulder.

He smirked evilly. "She's gone, Brick. You're too late."

I froze, then narrowed my eyes deeply. "You basta-!"

"Watch your tone!," a voice called in the background.

Probably his mom. What is it with women and cussing? I was about to go up to his lab and retrieve her body, but Dorkster started talking.

"Her body was burnt into ashes, so don't even try to do anything. Goodbye, Brick."

He slammed the door in my face, which was an inch away from hitting my nose. I was going to go start a raid at his house, but then decided not to. My thoughts drifted back to his words. If she died, I'd rather not live as well...

Plan S

Yes, I'll go through this plan. I'll kill myself, find her spirit, and apologize for not being there when she needed me! It's worth a shot. But wait, if Dorkster lied and she's actually alive, how am I going to see her if the deed is already done? An idea knocked on my head. It was gladly welcomed. I went into town, looking for the 10 'o clock news crew. They should be recording right now. I spotted the news lady talking to a camera, telling the world how hard it was going to rain in a bit. Perfect. I landed next to her, snatching the microphone away. The words piled themselves out of my mouth.

"Hello everyone, my name is Brick Jojo. I'm making this an extra presentation for tonight's news. It's for a girl I care for. She's my friend that works with me when we fight crime with our siblings. This is for you; you know who you are. Listen, we need to talk about the fight. Please, it's important."

My eyes went glassy and my breath hitched.

"You remember Plan S? Well, I'm going to put it in action. If you're still out there, meet me at our spot in 5 minutes, no more, no less. I hope I see you there."

I shoved the microphone back into the lady's hands and flew off without another word. For 10 'o clock, the night was showing off a lot of stars, but some big, dark clouds were covering some of them. The wind picked up, letting the rain pour itself down on Earth. I sat down, leaning against the tree's trunk. My eyes briefly glanced at the time. It's 10:01. My attention went back to the tree. It soothed me, but that didn't stop the tears from escaping my eyes. My eyes closed, thinking about all of the times I spent with her. Why does she have to be so beautiful? Why is she so important to me? We used to be the worst of enemies, but now we're on the same side. The good side. That helped us develop a strong friendship. We always get ice cream together, go to the park together, and share what's on our minds. It can be selfish or unselfish, stupid, smart, normal, crazy; we told each other. But I've always wanted to break that friend-zone relationship and go even higher than that. I checked my watch. 10:03- nope, just turned 10:04. I started to cry silently, digging a hole on the southern part of the sakura tree. Momoko advised me to dig a gun there a long time ago, just in case anything happened to us here. It was a pointless idea to me at the time, but now, it seems like a smart idea. I kept an eye on my watch. Only ten seconds left.

10...

The lightning flashed out loud, making my spine shake violently.

9...

I fell to my knees, letting the wind take my hat away.

8...

My hair fell to my face, soaking it even more.

7...

I pointed the gun to one of my temples.

6...

So this is it, she isn't showing up.

5...

Does she even care at all?

4...

Maybe she's dead.

3...

Here it comes.

2...

So close.

1...

Crap.

The watch moved time forward, officially making it 10:05. My finger placed itself on the trigger and-

ZOOM!

A pink streak zapped past me, snatching the gun out of my hand. My head snapped up to see her. The reason I'm doing all of this.

Blossom.

She looked livid, changing her gaze from me to the gun in her hand.

"Blosso-"

"Shut up! Just, shut up!," she snapped. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.

It was quiet...until she raised her hand.

SLAP!

My head was turned to the left, a red mark showing itself on my cheek. It stung.

"That was for trying to execute Plan Suicide," she growled.

What came next was unexpected. She sunk to her knees in front of me, pressing our lips together. I blushed, but then answered. The kiss lasted for a while and I cherished every second of it. When we parted, she hugged me, resting her chin on my shoulder.

"And that's for being OK," she whispered.

I hugged her back, nuzzling my head into her neck. Her hair was dripping wet, like mine.

"Promise me that you won't ever try to do that again," she begged.

It was quiet for a little while.

"I promise."

There was no need to apologize now. It was all sorted out in the embrace. The rain was still violent, but I didn't care. Being here with her made everything all right. I used to be one of those people with rough layers, but she busted through it. And I love her for that.

Yay! I did it! Please review, flame, question, etc. I really appreciate it! Bye guys~~