Disclaimer: Yun Kouga, not Bunny. Written for a Livejournal drabble challenge.
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There was a bit of fog forming on the window outlining Ritsuka's warm hands pressed against it. Soubi hadn't been to see him in nearly a week. Maybe, he thought, just maybe he could watch long enough and the lithe form of his Fighter would appear at his window.
Ritsuka knew it didn't work like that, though. Of course he had the cell phone, he even knew Soubi's number by heart, but there was his ever present sense of pride that told him not to call.
So he stood, pressed against his windowpane, hoping and waiting for Soubi to come.