Disclaimer: Really, not mine! I'm just playing with them.
Summary: We have our own place, our own world, on that beach.
AN: Written for the 30 Kisses Challenge, this is numeral 8: Our Own Wor


On Our Own


"Ito-san?" he asks before we part, "Is tonight okay?"

It takes me a few moments to understand before it clicks, and I grin brightly.

"Definitely!" I reply, "See you!"

Ever since we met Toki's sempai, the incredibly talented and famous Atsushi Ichijo, we slip out together and meet in the same place where Makoto helped me with my acting and finding my dream. It's nice there. We can be ourselves and don't have to worry about people we know finding us. The rocks provide a nice hideaway and the crash of the waves against them helps hide our laughs, though maybe not so much when we start splashing around in the water.

Of course, I have to sneak out; Ryuya would get suspicious, and might try to follow me. I know he said he wouldn't press on the whole thing about me going on a date and having a boyfriend after he saw it in my date book, but nevertheless, he was part of the reason that Makoto almost got outed when we went to visit my mother's grave together.

I easily pick a path down the rocks despite the dark closing in around me. Mako is already there, standing up as he sees me. He's wearing his male clothes, and though I'm sure he has a hat somewhere with him, he hasn't got it on his head right now. I grin and start down as he smiles up at me.

"Be careful," he intones in his naturally deep voice. If at all possible, it only makes me grin more. It's been a while since he's been able to talk to me normally. Sure, he'll whisper to me in his natural voice (I don't think he can actually whisper while trying to maintain the higher octave) but it's just not the same as hearing him speak naturally and out loud.

I jump off the last few rocks, and it startles him as he steps forward, hands reached out slightly, prepared to catch me should I stumble. I don't actually lose my balance, but I find myself in his arms anyways, winding my own arms around him. He buries his nose in my hair and I smile as he inhales deeply.

"Hello," he murmurs.

"Hey," I reply.

We don't say much, as we stand there with our arms wrapped around each other. There's not much to say, really. It's a lull in the storm. Our families are leaving us alone, there's no pressing situations going in the club, and Toki, Sakamoto, and even Takashi and Takayo are all fairly quiet.

I squeeze him just slightly, and one of his arms moves so that he can tilt my chin up and stare at me in the eye. Those eyes, his eyes, so sharp and displaying so much, they say everything that he needs to say, but can't vocalize right now. I grin at him, to let him know: 'Yeah, me too.'

He smiles and kisses me.

Later we sit side by side, staring out into the ocean without seeing anything, thinking our own thoughts. He's brought a blanket, and it's wrapped around our shoulders as I lean against him letting him stroke his fingers through my short hair, and occasionally tug on it.

I feel safe, here, with him. Here, by the sea, together, in the middle of the night where no one can find us, the future is a bit clearer to me. All of our problems seem a galaxy away and I feel like we're in our own little world.

Normally, I would say something, but as his other hand seeks out mine and squeezes it gently, I smile and close my eyes and know that I don't need to say anything, he already knows.

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