Strength
By: DarkBlue Mint
Disclaimer: If it were mine I wouldn't really know what to do with it… (but you kinda get an idea).
Notes: I'm drafting a fic, and for some reason there are all sorts of ideas that come with it… and me foolishly planning something sweet for Saint Valentine's… I hate my brain.
You were stronger than all of them; and smarter than everyone else. You knew that they thought of you as a crazy (and slightly drunk) teacher, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. You had discovered a lot of things about the Carnival, and had unmasked (kind of) Kazahana Mashiro and her maid Himeno Fumi (of course it had surprised you that Mashiro was a Child and Fumi a HiME); you had even helped the rest of the HiMEs to cheat destiny.
You had also cheated the Obsidian Lord of taking away your important person (Natsuki had made it for a while unknowingly, but in the end hadn't lasted as long as you). You had felt the pain when Mikoto killed Gakutenou; you understood why Akane, Akira and Nao had became almost catatonic after they lost their Childs' (that ice cold fire coursing through your body had hurt more than the explosion), but still had managed to convince that damned Star that the Professor had been the one.
You were slightly sorry of sacrificing him, because you cared about him (and that fact had made him ideal), he had been your teacher, your mentor, your friend. But in the end it didn't matter how much of a friend he was, you were willing to sacrificing him (and everyone else) in order to keep her safe (because in the en she was the only thing worth saving). Maybe it had been your feelings of guilt that had made you go with him to protect the ruins from grave robbers.
You couldn't believe how easy it was to lie to yourself, to say that you went there only to give back something because you had took a life (even if it had been for a moment). In reality you weren't stronger or smarter, you weren't even brave; the moment she had kissed you after everything ended, the moment she had told you she loved you (and everything you dreamed of had come true) you ran away.
You could pretend to be strong, you could wildly drive a car in the desert, you could pretend to be smart or brave (at least braver than Natsuki); but at the end of the day you were weak, and a fool, and the biggest coward. You could have stayed with her; you could have returned the kiss instead of telling her that you were leaving in the next plane to protect some stupid ruins.
So that's the reason why you are now in this plane going back to Fuuka, without knowing what you are going to do once you get there (the owner of Linden Baum had promised you a job). But you do know that the moment she is in front of you, you are going to swallow your pride, and ask for forgiveness, and a second chance, and (you beg to every God and Goddess you studied in College) once you convince her you will show Yoko what a good kisser you are.
End.
More Notes: I love 500 words fics. Erhm… yeah.