Do you really think that if I OWNED Flame of Recca, I would be on this site writing stories? ;D
It is Tokiya's from Point of View, by the way.
He watched her from the side.
A woman does look most beautiful on her wedding day…Indeed she did. Purple locks of slightly wavy hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, her gown simple, yet beautifully designed. A touch of blush on her face complimented her lightly tanned skin, and her red lips glimmered in the light.
Amazing how she has changed. It only seems a while ago that she was the loud, tomboyish teenager that we all knew… And loved. Very, very much.
And today, she was getting married. Married. He never would have expected it, but out of the blue, he received an invitation. A gold and white invitation… To the wedding. The wedding he was at right this moment. How he wished… How he longed… That the groom to wed the bride was himself.
But look at him now. Standing alone, in the corner, watching her. The woman of his dreams. His love. His one and only… How pathetic he was. He never did muster the courage to tell her, oh no. He just kept it inside of him, hoping that, one day, she would notice his adoration and love. Just hoping… But not acting. And it is that that caused him his love.
Oh, how he regretted it. If only he could turn back time; he would tell her exactly how he felt. His desires, his longings…
But it is too late.
He sighed. Why had he been so afraid? But he already knew the answer to that question. What if she had rejected his love? The rejection would sting. No, it would hurt more than just a mere sting. He would be crushed.
What had drawn him to her? Him, the cold one, the distant one. The one that was incapable of thinking of anyone else but himself. She was loud. Crude. Boisterous. Complete opposites, but they did say that opposites attract. Well, at least on his side.
She was attractive, if a little too boyish in her ways, but attractive none the less. That wasn't what made him fall for her. It played a small part, but what really captured him, was her personality. Oh yes, she was coarse and vulgar, but he had seen another side of her. A serious, gentle side. And it reminded him so much of a loved one… Gone so long ago. That was what got him.
He laughed bitterly inside. He'll never get the chance to tell her anymore. There she was, looking so radiant in the wedding gown, laughing at stories being shared by old friends.
If only…He felt a pang of pain as he saw her groom grab her by the waist, holding her close. He turned around, the image of her... And him still etched in his mind. It was his fault, really. His fault for being so cowardly. He cringed as she heard her laugh and flirt with her husband-to-be.
I have to leave. I can't stand it any longer.
It wasn't her fault, that he knew. He just… Could not bear seeing her with another man. Not like she belonged to him in the first place, but he just could not help feeling that way. Perhaps he could just slip away… He was never taken much notice of anyway.
Without saying a word to anyone, he turned to leave. No one noticed, and if they did, no one asked.
Just as he stepped out, he stole one last look, longing in his eyes.
I love you, Kirisawa Fuuko. Maybe one day… I can tell you that.
A/N: Well, what do you think? My first time writing, so be nice. Please review! It'll encourage me to write more.