This a little bit of an old drabble based on a few personal experiences that I decided to finally release to the public. It's a slightly more refined version of FMTY, and a bit more OOC, I think. In fact, most my one shots are pretty old, and I apologize for not uploading any new stories in a while. I really appreciate the reviews and favorites though, I never would have expected anyone to actually like my little fics! I'll be uploading more soon, but they'll be vague little shots, just like this one. Enjoy! Feel free to request fics as well.

-Aly

Dear Zero,

I've never believed in fate. I've lived my whole life believing that we live in a series of coincidental events, as opposed to the idea of "Everything happens for a reason". Much like religion, a cultural universal because, let's face it, humans suck. We crave the presence of a mysterious, omniscient power and clichés so we aren't exposed for the horrible, malicious creatures we are. I always thought it was just a comfort mechanism to allow human beings to blame their sorrows (usually caused by their own actions) on.

As much as I distrust fate, I distrust physical attraction and fate's role in relationships. As hypocritical as it may seem, because I enforce the laws of biological attraction in human nature for reproduction, my dating history proves it to be true. It's rare for me to find myself immediately attracted to someone or give someone a compliment solely on looks.

You can imagine my surprise when I met you. Cheesy, definitely, but I really can't deny the sudden palpitations and the sheepishness that consumed me when I witnessed your smile for the first time. Honestly, I was completely and utterly allured by you. As an overly controlling and manipulating individual, I didn't expect to actually be enchanted by another, and definitely didn't expect to enjoy the trance.

I waited and quietly pursued the impossible mission of getting you to notice me. After being through several lows on a usually high frequency, you seemed the only thing I was motivated for. I waited for two months. At peak of each night I would spill my inner desires to the stars as the luke warm tea seated next to me would slowly run it's course of steam.

But now I have to question myself, was the fact that we sat in the exact same area, wishing upon stars together, silently confessing our messy feelings to each other, really chance? Were we really brought together so randomly coincidentally? I can't help but wonder as I linger here, waiting for your return.

So the next time that I'm sitting in this exact spot with your arms wrapped warmly around me, a small smile will spread across my lips. You'll ask what I'm thinking about. I'll simply shake my head and rest on your shoulders, holding on to this one fleeting statement:

Maybe, just maybe, this could be fate.

-Yuki C Kiryu