A/N: So I normally do not post fanfics, but rather, just enjoy others on this website really.

That being said, however, I decided to start a new fanfic for two main reasons. 1. I have been a Steins; Gate follower for quite some time now, and I seriously ship Kurisu x Okabe so much. After coming back to it, I just realized I really wanted to make a story!

2. Probably the more defining reason, but I noticed that there really were not that many *decent* Steins; Gate chapters, much less any at all. To me, this is heartbreaking, as I know how many people love Steins;Gate, and more importantly, this pair. This would probably be my main reason for picking it up to start another fanfic.

Now, I'm not trying to say that my story will be "decent", as that is ultimately up to you to decide, and quite frankly, this is only my second story (My first story that I wrote ages ago has such a different writing style than what I currently have too).

With that being said, I hope you will excuse me if my writing does sound amateurish. Please leave comments and reviews to let me know how I'm doing! It really helps a lot, seriously.

P.S.: I do not own anything Steins; Gate related ( I wish though), and the sole purpose of this fictional story is for the enjoyment of the reader.

Well, without further ado, please enjoy!

To Kurisu, there is probably only one word that would evoke a strong emotional response out of her.

"Okabe."

"How do I really feel about Okabe?"

Well that is just the question isn't it? And the worst part? Kurisu really didn't have an answer.

There is just too much to take in with him.

In fact, she can't exactly think of how to describe their relationship. Friends? Quirky? Tongue biting? Laboratory head and assistant?

In her mind, there isn't simple answer. Everytime she thinks of Okabe, all she can think about are those otherworldly experiences that, if she didn't know better, would swear that they were real. The time when he stole her pudding. The time when she carried the IBM 5100 back to the lab with him. Or, god forbid, the first time that they kissed in the lab...just thinking about it made her cheeks grow a tint of crimson.

"Ahem. Miss, would you like a drink?"

A shrill voice in English breaks her train of thought about Okabe, flashing her back to reality. She looks up to see a flight attendant, waiting to accept her order. Realizing that she is holding her up, she apologizes quickly and asks for a cup of Doctor Pepper.

She looks out of the window while the flight attendant is retrieving her order. Down below, the vast Pacific Ocean can be seen as she travels across the seas to Japan.

Yes...going back to Japan. How it would bring back memories. Kurisu smiles faintly at the thought, getting to recognize familiar faces all over again with all of their quirkiness.

"Here you go Miss." Kurisu looks back to the left to be greeted by an outstretched hand, a cup of intelligent Doctor Pepper in her hands. The redhead thanks the flight attendant courteously, and takes a sip.

Ah...Even the taste of it reminds her of Okabe these days. How could she forget the time when he first introduced his obsession with the fizzy drink, rambling on about how it was the drink for Intellectuals, and that people from the Organization would enter your mind should you not drink it?

Kurisu smirks at the thought. "Maybe the Organization did get to me after all. After all, you're the only thing on my mind as of late."

Immediately after, however, she comes to the realization that this particular memory has never happened in her timeline. So what was she feeling? She knew that it was not something tangible in her timeline, and yet it felt so real.

Kurisu couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Okabe for this, knowing that he spent a lot more time with her than she could remember. It only made her think about what else they did that she didn't remember. Maybe they…no...surely her other self wouldn't have done it so willingly, right?

"But then again, this is Okabe we're talking about here. I never seem to act normal around him." Kurisu mumbles. That perverted, no good, crazy maniac. She'd had to ask him when she landed.

The redhead sighs, defeated. "At least," Kurisu thinks, "I still have some memories created on this timeline."

She shifts her weight, leaning back on the chair as she contemplates her history with him. Quite frankly, there was one memory that particularly stuck out in her mind, namely, the time she anchored him on this world line by implanting the memory of Hououin Kyouma.

That was 6 months ago, and since then, it had been a crazy half year. When everything was resolved, there had been a very emotional reunion, one with a very passionate and heartfelt kiss. To them, the kiss would mean the world. It would mean that they would stop at nothing, go to the ends of the Earth, in order to be the observer of a world where they could live happily in peace. That had been the happiest moment of her life, paired with when they officially became a couple.

And it only made leaving for America that much more difficult. Of course she didn't want to leave. But for the sake of both of them, she needed to leave and go to America to study. In their attempts to stay connected, they had countless phone calls, video chats, text messages, and more platforms than they could count.

At some point, however, they both got busier and busier, and daily phone calls became weekly, and weekly became monthly.

It was no one's fault really. They both acknowledged that having a long distance relationship would be hard, just not HOW hard. The fact that they were new to a relationship and that they were too socially inept to face their feelings did not help either.

Deep inside, Kurisu knew that somehow, somewhere, she had fallen for Okabe. She really did love him, and yet, her stubbornness and pride got the better of her, which ultimately may have distanced herself more from him.

Kurisu sighs in exasperation, growing frustrated at herself for not making herself talk to Okabe more. How much longer would it take to get to Japan? Four hours? She was growing too impatient. How much longer now? Three hours and forty-five minutes? Great.

After what seems like an eternity to Kurisu, the pilot of the plane announces the arrival of the plane in Japan. Kurisu tiredly stands up to stretch, and after a brief break, reaches above her head to grab her suitcase. She makes a swift yet thorough search to make sure that she didn't leave anything behind, in a very Kurisu-type way. With a purposeful stride, she exits the plane.

"This is it," Kurisu thought. "This, is when I set things straight and make things right for us."

She steps into the terminal, more determined than she has ever been.

And that concludes Chapter 1 for now! Sorry for how short it was, but I wanted it to be more of a condensation of Kurisu's thoughts since we never really do get to see that much of it. Later chapters will have more interactions with Okabe and fluffiness and what not.

I originally did plan for this to a be oneshot, but after seeing how much potential I could write with, this will probably expand into 2-3 chapters. Those chapters should be up soon, just hang tight!

Again, reviews would be appreciated!