Disclaimer: Don't own. If I did Sato would be with Risa but I don't so they aren't.

Satoshi Hiwatari was, is and probably would forever be a man of logic. Oh, he was a man of art too but even that contained so much of his emotions and feeling that it too contained more than traces of logic. So even as he was painting he was- a man of logic. As a man of logic he had no use for emotions. It would be completely fair to say that he hated emotions to the extent as to squelch them whenever he found them.

Perhaps it was his "father's" fault or perhaps even without his father's influence he would have ended up like this anyway. Perhaps it went so far as his genes. He would never know and Krad definitely didn't help his opinions on emotions. Not that you could really blame Satoshi on that. If your emotions got your friends killed by the homicidal maniac also known as your other half, you would not think they were so hot either.

Now as he was walking to school he couldn't help but notice that some of the trees had been planted in places that made no sense. For example there was one on his left that had three apple trees in the back yard all young and far closer then they ought to be to the house. Satoshi took one look at this and his first thought was that one day those trees would grow up and the owners would be forced to cut them down because the branches and roots would be growing into the house.

Some hated him because of that. They just couldn't see why he had to go and ruin the mood with his logic. Truthfully he didn't mind. If they couldn't see that it was just the way he is then why would he care what they thought?

That is where his problem began. He thought so logically that sometimes he couldn't even happily live in denial like everyone else. The signs were all there and he was far from being foolish enough not to see them. Satoshi was getting pounding headaches just thinking about it. Which was not logical.

Satoshi Hiwatari had fallen in love. Now that he had admitted it to himself he had to go sit down and take an asprin. Oh, don't get me wrong he had known it before, he had just never strung it all in one sentence. The signs were all there. He was constantly thinking of her. Whenever she walked into the room he would look up and give her his full attention. The last people that he can ever remember giving his full attention to were Dark and Krad and for some odd reason that just didn't bode well with him. He couldn't even ever remember giving his father his full attention and now this one girl had managed to do it with speaking less than four words to him every morning. "Good morning Hiwatari-san"

Three words. Not those three words but three words he was going to have to live with. Especially because coward that he was he couldn't bring himself to ask her to call him Satoshi. Now as she sat down at her seat and said those three words to him he found, as usual, that all he could do was give her a friendly nod the head because he was far to occupied with keeping a blush off his face to speak at all.

During class he found himself reading again to hide his fury with himself for being so darn weak. Two weeks ago he had laid it all out in his head. He would confess, get rejected, and calmly and rationally live out the rest of his life in peace. You would think it would be that simple but his entire being shrank like the coward he was at the thought of rejection. Rationally speaking there was little chance for him not to get rejected. He knew it all too well.

He had a fanclub worth of girls who liked him. They certainly acted like one anyway. Truthfully some of them scared him and was just waiting for the right excuse to get a restraining order. As a police chief he could handle killers and thieves but fangirls, he shivered.

"Hiwatari-san are you alright?" Four words.

"Fine," A small smile was all he could muster for her. She smiled back apparently relieved. Satoshi looked away as color rose to his face. His eyes closed for the briefest of seconds before he was once again in charge. When his eyes opened again she was gone, talking to her friends across the classroom. He sighed and closed his eyes and leaned against his desk. If he kept this up, his headache would turn into a fever; he was sure. That was not the greatest feeling.

Perhaps he would take the week off from work. Chances are they would get along fine without him. No scratch that. They would probably end up taking three hour coffee breaks and get nothing done. His head throbbed. Looks like they would get their three hour coffee breaks.

"Satoshi-kun are you ok?" How he wished that was her. Satoshi looked up at Daisuke. Saying nothing he lowered his eyes and brought a hand to his head. "Headache again?"

He nodded wincing as his head throbbed again. Daisuke looked at him concerned. Satoshi just waved him off. Daisuke worried too much as it was and Satoshi had no desire to worry his friend. Besides he had gotten through Krad basically alone so he sure that he could handle a headache.

However painful it might be.

He leaned back in his chair tilting it as he thought. He let it fall forward with a thump. Satoshi reached down into his bag and pulled out a medium size book and a pencil bag. The only things that really helped him in this state. He had become immune to over the counter pain relievers. Satoshi flipped to a blank page and unzipped his pencil bag. He reached in and pulled out one not even bothering to check what type of pencil it was. Somehow he just knew.

The teacher walked in and began class. Satoshi payed him no mind. He wasn't here for the academic benefit. She went and sat in her seat. Just as well. He had a better view. Satoshi stared at her for a long moment. Then he leaned down and began.

At that moment he changed. Every stroke of his pencil every line had to be perfect. He saw nothing but her and the page in front of him. Nothing else mattered. There was nothing else. Only her, her and what he was creating. His headache faded but he didn't notice. Every stroke of his pencil, every single line had to be perfect. There could be no exceptions. There would be no exceptions. He was a Hikari. A Hikari painting his sacred maiden. Then he lost all coherent thought.

The bell rang slowly dragging the Hikari back to the present. Satoshi looked up and noticed with some surprise that it was already time to go. He looked back down at his drawing and a warm smile lit his whole face. His drawing was done. It was exactly how he had meant for it to. The tilt of her head, the expression on her face. He would not have touched any of it for the world.

"What are you drawing Hiwatari-san?" Five words. His sketchbook closed with a snap. He hadn't even told his hands to close it. She looked away. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize..."

She trailed off awkwardly and Satoshi caught the hurt that flashed in her eyes. She grabbed her stuff in a hurried flustered manner. Satoshi was shocked. Even with all of his logic he was lost. She rushed out. He stood there shocked. Were those... tears?

His brain stopped but his hands moved like the devil himself possessed them but Krad was gone. His sketchbook was practically torn open and he turned to the picture he made of her. He didn't even pause as he ripped it out, flipped it over and on the back he wrote a message. Then he threw all of his stuff in his bag and ran out to chase after her.

That day Satoshi got to walk a blushing Risa Harada home with a smirk on his face and his thoughts lighter than they had been for months.

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