Ok, so I read a story written by MoonlitSky321 entitled "Heartbeat", which is a Heizuha fanfic, and I am so in love with the story and how she wrote it. It inspired me to write my own story which has a plot of how typical anime scenarios go with the perspectives coming from both the characters involved from the story. I'll be posting another chapter for this story, so enjoy!

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Kazuha's Point of View

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I saw you today by the door at my favorite bookshop. I wasn't sure if you were waiting for me or if you were staying there so you could rest. Maybe, you were waiting for someone you wanted to meet up and chose this meeting place. I look on both sides to see if you waited for someone else. But no, no person was in a hurry to meet up with you, no group of friends wanting to convince you to come with them to some house party; nothing.

I glance your way only to see your green forest eyes so focused and fixated on the dull, gray pavement right below your feet. You look very serious. Your mind seemed to be elsewhere. I furrowed my brows.

What are you doing here?

I inched slowly towards you. You didn't seem to notice the sound of my footsteps as my shoes made a click sound on the ground. Still, your eyes were so focused. My legs bent forward, putting me in a crouching position with my hands situated on top of my knees. I continue to stare at you like some weird person begging for food. The passersby looked at us oddly, but we didn't seem to mind. You didn't seem to notice. I didn't seem to care.

"Hey. You still alive or something?"

My voice seemed to grab your attention. You glance my way now, your mouth pout – like. The green orbs in your eyes stared at me in question, my heart beat picking its pace while my cheeks started flushing. I swear I froze in a trance as I saw your handsome face, but I shook it all off and smirked at you. You were still in question.

"What do you want, Kazuha?" you ask in your deep Kansai accent, making me melt slowly inside.

"Nothing. I just wanted to know why you're here." I stood from my crouch position and towered over you. My hands made its way to my back and stayed there. You pulled in a face like the Grinch's scary starry face. Closing your eyes, you took a deep sigh.

"I was waiting for you. Is it a big deal?" I didn't notice the blush on your cheeks since my face and vision started to go all red. I have such a bad temper, but yours is far much worse than mine.

"I was only asking, you idiot. No need to go all angry at me." I burst and scolded at you. You frowned deeply with a grimace.

"And I was only saying you idiot! No need to go all dragon on me!"

"Did you just call me a dragon?"

"Wait, let me rephrase that. No need to go all fiery dragon on me, stupid!"

"And now you call me stupid? Well, you're the stupid one, stupid!" I bopped you on the head as we walked ourselves towards our homes.

Our little banter continued on. We threw numerous insults and harsh words at each other. Though, none of it actually affected us that much. Our lips started to simmer down, then, it was quiet between the two of us. There was nothing to say now that we've used up all of our insults.

We walked quietly under the blooming sakura trees. It was late in the afternoon, so the sun was starting to set beyond the horizon, giving the sky a color of pink, orange, yellow and red mixed all together. The river on our left side was flowing, the land part of the river filled with people having picnics or staring at nothing in particular.

I saw a couple among those people by the river. They held hands and smiled at one another. Their giggles can be heard from my reach, and it saddened me a bit that we can never be like that. I slumped my shoulders a bit, the sadness taking over my heart, brain, and soul. I continued staring at the couple. They look so happy and in love and free. They get to do anything couple related in their relationship, whereas you and I only ever get to banter and argue and fight.

I feel so jealous of their relationship!

A few tears started to well up in my eyes, but I tried to hold it back. I can't cry in front of you. I won't let a stupid scenario break the walls of my jealousy and sadness. I have to hold back my tears.

I felt your soft but large hand hold my own. My eyes averted to your gaze, and I see you already looking at me with a soft smile that lit me up. Your fingers entwined around mine, giving it a light squeeze. I felt my heart flutter and do cartwheels inside my chest. The butterflies in my stomach won't stop flying, I can feel myself want to crouch and hit my tummy all over again until it dissolved.

To say the least I was surprised. Shocked even. But I was also overjoyed. You rarely did this to me. My cheeks burned so badly.

"Heiji, why are you holding my hand?" I asked you, not able to contain the happiness and shyness in my voice.

"An instinct told me to. You looked at bit sad, that's why. So I thought, maybe it was because of our argument, which, by the way, am sorry." you answered so earnestly. Your voice was soft and swift as you spoke, it gave a cloudy and floaty feeling all around you.

I then understood why you held my hand. It was only to comfort me. I was hoping your answer would be because I saw the couple by the riverbank, but your respond made me feel happy too. You felt guilty of your actions from before, so did I.

"I'm sorry too, Heiji." I apologized to you.

"If my hand is bothering you, I can just let go of your hand. Maybe give you a little distance so you can have some space." You were about to let go of my hand and give me the space you said earlier. But I didn't want that. I wanted you near me. I don't need space. You just filled up the emptiness I felt earlier after our fight.

I clenched onto your hand tightly. You responded directly and still held my hand.

"No, it's ok. You don't have to let go."

I don't know why but your smile was as big as the book I bought in the bookshop. Maybe it was from the comment I said, or how cheesy I sounded when I spoke those words. Or maybe it was because you also didn't want to let go and waited for me to tell you not to let go. I really don't know. But for whatever reason, I'm happy. As long as you decide not to let me go, then I'll be a rainbow and you'll be my treasure chest at the end of my rainbow.

I followed your smile and looked ahead of me. I sighed in contentment as we walked together, our steps now a synchronized mess. We still held on to each other. I side glanced you and you were still smiling. A scoffed a breathless scoff. How did our fight become a romantic fluff in the end?