My gosh…it's been so long since I wrote anything even remotely fan fiction like. (Even longer since I updated any of my stories…not that it matters at the moment).

I'm not going to give away too much, not even about who the couple/s in this story will be; surprises are always fun...Though, I think the couples will become painfully obvious in the future.

It's going to be quite a bit lax and even paced for awhile, but I can assure you that there will most certainly be sex (and lots of it), at some point. Though, I am quite bad at updating in a timely manner, I haven't updated some of my stories in over a year…I should probably get around to doing it. I will do my best to finish this one quickly though, I don't imagine it's going to be too long…between 4 and 8 chapters probably.

For whatever reason, I've chosen to type the chapter titles in Latin; I'll put the translation in parenthesis, if there is more than one meaning then I'll bold the one I'm trying to refer to.

Summary: A broken heart can cause one to shy away from others in fear of being hurt again. Breaking a heart can leave one with a feeling of undeniable guilt. It takes a lot of work to forget that guilt, and it takes even more to piece back together the scattered pieces of a broken heart.

Chapter One: Fugio (flee, fly, run away; avoid, shun; go into exile)

The rain pelted against his skin as he ran between the trees and dodged around the branches and rocks that threatened to halt him.

It hurt. The pain was unbelievably sharp as his feet pounded into the muddy ground.

He propelled himself further with each step, aiming to run faster. No matter how far or how fast he ran, he couldn't escape it. The pain was still there, following him like a hawk following a young rodent.

He stopped and crouched, panting. It felt as though he'd been running for hours, maybe he had, he didn't really care either way. It was agonizing.

Loving hurt, running hurt, being rejected hurt, the memory hurt. Everything about the situation he was in right now hurt more than he thought possible. He took a shallow breath in as sweat and rain flowed off of his form. No matter how much it hurt, he couldn't cry. He was a man, he had his pride, and he wouldn't cry or scream in the ways his heart was begging him to. He choked back the tears that threatened to fall, he wouldn't let them. No matter what, he wouldn't.

Maybe he could ignore it, maybe he could just act as though it had ever happened, but the pain would still be there. So he ran, he got up from his crouch and ran. Realizing that it would never be the same, he could never go back to the way it was before. He had confessed the feelings that he'd had for over three years now, he'd been rejected; he knew it would happen. She might not have outright said 'no', but it was clear in her body language, the way she looked at him when he confessed, and the way she looked away, the way she moved and fidgeted. That person loved someone else, it was unbearable.

Running was all he could do. The pain in his muscles took a little of his mind off of the pain in his chest. It was a different sort of pain, and he welcomed it.

Maybe he could forget it, maybe he could forget it all happened, but they were on the same team, they would see each other nearly every day…they had a mission tomorrow, they would meet tomorrow. He wasn't ready. It hurt too much.

He knew he couldn't let it show, if they couldn't be together romantically, he at least wanted their relationship to remain platonic. It hurt more to be apart, than to love from a distance. That's what he told himself as he ran; it would hurt more to never be able to see that person again. It was better if they could remain friends, he didn't want things to get awkward. Tomorrow, they would go on their mission, and he would smile. He wouldn't let the pain show. He would say, "I said some things yesterday, but don't worry about it. Let's just be friends. Like always." Nothing could be the same as it was before, but he would still try to get back as close to that point as he could.

He continued running. He no longer noticed his soaked clothes gripping at his tanned skin, nor did he notice the water that continued to flood down on him as the sky gave out a crash of thunder.

He would run himself ragged. If he didn't make sure he was completely wiped out by the time he got home, then he wouldn't be able to sleep. The pain and the memories from when they first became a part of the same team, from when he first realized how he felt would surely keep him awake. He would run until his muscles gave way. He would sleep; perhaps he'd feel better in the morning.

He opened the door to his house; his family had clearly gone to bed already. The muscles in his legs seemed to scream as he removed his wet clothes and tossed them carelessly on his bed room floor. He didn't remember entering his room, but it didn't matter what he remembered or what he felt. He collapsed on to the bed and slept. It had gone just as he planned, he was too tired to think, and his muscles hurt too much to move. However, his usually bright and vivid dreams escaped him, he dreamt of nothing.

Even in his sleep the ache in his heart remained, perhaps he should have run a little further or a little longer.

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Next chapter: Subrideo (Smile)

Sorry for the short chapter; it's just an intro, so the next one will be longer.

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