Airport Goodbyes are Overrated

by Frankie'N (formerly No one and Nobody)

A/N: Hi, readers! If you're new here, I hope you like this little oneshot. If you left a positive review/favorited this before: thank you for your support! I just wanna let you know that after— wow would you look at the time— ten years, I've decided to spruce up some of my old oneshots. I now present to you the new (and hopefully improved) "Airport Goodbyes are Overrated" (formerly entitled "Goodbye?").

Mandatory Disclaimer: I don't own Wallflower/Yamato Nadeshiko. But there'd be a few changes if I did!


Sunako sighed as she hoisted her baggage— a knapsack roughly three times her size— further up her shoulders. Auntie found out about everything, everything, and now she was having Sunako permanently shipped off to France, where she would be waiting.

Neither Sunako nor any of her friends ever imagined that this was how things would turn out, but here she was, dragging her feet across Narita Airport, shoulders hunched from both the weight of her luggage and the weight of everything her Auntie's new plans entailed.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. She wanted to die, but none of these feelings were new to her. The countless misadventures she'd shared with her housemates— former housemates, now — had evoked enough of those feelings to last about twenty lifetimes.

But if she were to be truly honest with herself (something she often was not), she would take a hundred lifetimes' worth of awkward situations if it meant she wouldn't have to move to France to look for a husband, as per her Auntie's plans. And it wasn't just the thought of suffering through afternoon matchmaking tea parties donning frilly, pastel dresses that made her stomach churn unpleasantly. Something else was holding her back.

And those feelings annoyed her, to say the very least. To say a little more than the very least: she hated it.

She shook her head vigorously in an attempt to rid herself of those thoughts, and glanced at the clock. It was time to board her plane.

Swallowing thickly, she checked her boarding pass for her gate number and slowly began to walk toward it, chest tightening painfully as, unbidden, images of what— or rather, who she was leaving behind filled her head.

"Nakahara Sunako!"

She was disgusted with herself. She could practically hear him calling her name; her mind was starting to play tricks on her. Was she really so desperate to hear his voice? She felt sick.

"Oi! Nakahara!"

It just wouldn't go away. If anything, his stupid voice was ringing even more clearly in her head. She willed herself to keep moving forward, forbid herself from glancing over her shoulder to check for any sign of him. She knew the voice wasn't real. He would never just up and chase her all the way to the airport— in the middle of the night, no less. Confessions of the sappy, melodramatic variety belonged strictly and exclusively in unrealistic, sickeningly-sweet love stories. She scowled. She despised romantic fiction of any kind.

"SUNAKO!"

God, make it stop! Why couldn't she get his voice out of her head? She groaned loudly and pulled at her hair with unrestrained fury, prompting a few other boarding passengers to look at her in confusion (and fear).

"Sunako…"

Great. Now she could even feel someone turning her around. Wait, what the hell?

Kyohei stood before her, panting heavily. He looked as though he had been running for his life— and under the rain, on top of that. He was completely drenched from head to toe, hair plastered to his head and clothes sticking to his skin— neither of which detracted from his attractiveness. In fact, she found herself cursing him all over again for his beauty. She could have very well jerked away from him right there, but something, something in his eyes rendered her incapable of movement.

He too, seemed to be searching her face for that something, until finally he blurted out, "I don't want you to go."

She stumbled backwards then, shocked at his sudden admission. She regarded him for a moment, blinking stupidly, before answering. "One of Auntie's maids will arrive in a few days to do the cooking and cleaning. Until then, I've stocked some food in the fridge. I've prepared enough for the week. Just heat up the-"

"No!" he interrupted, though his eyes now danced with a different something; something like laughter. One corner of his mouth lifted in what she now recognized to be amusement, and perhaps, if she dare to think it, even fondness. "No… no, that's not it." He was grinning broadly now.

"What then?" Sunako asked impatiently.

"I just wanted you to know," was all he said.

"Know what?" She could have yelled at him right there and then— and in fact, she was just about to, when she felt his lips crash onto hers in a brief but heated kiss.

Before she could truly absorb what was happening; before she could wrap her head around the way her heart began to race and thump painfully inside her chest, before she could curse him to another dimension for making her feel this way— hell, before she could do so much as react, he withdrew from her, ending the kiss as quickly as it had begun.

As a result, she could only stare at him in a state of shock-induced catatonia, eyes wide and mouth hanging agape. Her face was burning hotter than it ever had before, and she could definitely feel the telltale signs of an impending nosebleed.

Kyohei smirked at her even as his own face began to flush. "I just wanted you to know," he repeated.

Still at a loss for words, Sunako managed to respond with a tiny nod.

He let out a soft, almost uncharacteristically gentle laugh. "Well, good luck with finding that… that one-true-husband thing." he said, voice strained. He reached out a hand to ruffle her hair affectionately.

For a few moments, she continued to stare at him in stunned silence. When it seemed to both of them that he would get nothing else from her, he began to retrieve his hand— only for her to grab onto his wrist with a desperation she never knew she had.

Sunako lifted her head and her eyes met his. Their gazes held as she bit her lip uncertainly, the corners of her mouth gradually turning up to grace him with the smallest of smiles.

No more words were said, but he understood. She would not be saying goodbye tonight.


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A/N: Well, there you have it! I'm actually kind of happy with how this edit turned out. Hope you like it! ;) For updates on my work and other stuff, check my profile!