because i am bold enough, i now present to you:

One Last Week

a saya and kai story

chapter two: +i can't help it+

"They're so adorable," Saya breathes, holding both the twins' small, reaching hands. I can't help but look at them in awe. Come to think of it, they fit perfectly on the frame I'm visualizing in my head. It truly is adorable.

Saya tilts back, smiling at me then back at the twins. I feel my heart thump. There's just something behind her every smile by which getting affected by it makes me undeniably flicker in astonishment. I'm getting a bit poetic again, am I? But even so, what I'm saying is true. For lack of better words, it's indescribable.

Then I hear her murmur something, presumably to herself, but I can't quite understand it. And it'll be rude if I ask her what it is, right?

Then again, I might be wrong. "Thanks, Kai."

"What for?" I should've caught her drift, but to be honest, I don't know what the 'thanks' is for. She's just turned to me and said it out of the blue. I feel so lame, watching her tug a playful grin at me while playing with the twins.

Retorting a smirk whilst closing my eyes, a warm hand suddenly grazes my skin, and I look up to see Saya holding one of the babies. She moves closer to me, trying to place the baby onto my arms, "I'm thanking you for this," she takes out the other from the crib, "If you hadn't said anything to persuade me from not killing my nieces, then I guess I would've lived in turmoil and guilt. And look at them…I never knew how great this would feel. We owe you this new life, Kai. Are you even aware of it?"

This is a bit surprising. First off, I've never expected anything, so they don't have to owe me anything. Seeing them together like this is more than what I think is enough. And I don't want to ask for some compensation…I might get carried away. Because if there's one thing I want her to do for me, I know that it's the one thing she can never ever do.

…To love me in return. Not as a brother, but as a person who's in love with her. And it truly is that hard.

"You just don't know how happy I am just the way everything is going on right now." I say, partly lying of course, my hand slowly tracing its path on her cheek. At the same time, we look down on the bundle we have on our arms.

I pause mid-step, halfway to the convenient store, as I watch Saya tilt her head back to let out a soft, lazy yawn. There's a sudden rush in my heart before I finally start to relax. That…habit of hers scares me, I admit. But all I can do is watch, and right now, that's only what I'm good at. I even don't want to move a muscle until she's pulled my wrist and dragged me along with her.

"You look pale. I bet you want some nice fresh meat…" There goes one of her chiropteran dialogues which I fairly find amusing, "…for a barbecue!" she coos, dragging a helpless me to the Meat and Poultry section. I stand by her, watching in fascination as she browses the meat corner with the same fascination. "Aww, they look so delicious…as if I wanna buy all of them." She turns to me, laughing in that giggly voice I love, "Sure, you're crept out by now, huh."

"Not a chance." I counter with a grin. I take she finds me annoying by now, seeing that I'm quiet as a pup. Guess I should just shrug that yawn earlier, shouldn't I? "Have you picked out anything yet so we could get the hell out of here?"

Her reply is shoving two big pork meats in a zip lock container at my chest. "Actually, yes." She saunters toward the counter with a triumphant smile. I follow slowly, hesitant in holding what she's just shoved to me. Err, moisture.

"So…" I begin, plopping the meat on the cashier counter, "aside from this raw baby, got everything else ready? I don't want to rub stones again for fire, y'know." That being said is actually true, two normal years ago, that is.

Saya, expectedly, has rolled her eyes on my additional remark as she fumbles on our huge beach bag. I've only referred about the lighter, which we idiotically hadn't have brought two normal years ago in a family beach bask. "I guess so, sir. I even packed you some extra shorts in case you want to swim, and," she pulls out a lotion, "well, we won't need this sunblock lotion since it's almost twilight."

She zips close the bag, piercing me with those formidable red orbs. "Anything else, sir?"

"None that I could think of for now," I give her a leering-like smile I know she loves to hate.

The cashier hands me the meat in a plastic bag, and Saya intuitively walks ahead and out of the store as I follow behind. I watch her in amusement…and partly, fascination. She really does hate it when I give her that smile, huh. Come on, I'm not that unattractive…at least in a non-brotherly way.

But I haven't expected her to laugh. "Keep on doing that, Kai, and I swear I'm going to smack you! I wonder why your words are becoming so complicated these days. You're not reading to much, are you?"

We both hop on my trusty bike, and I immediately start on the engine. It's funny that she's said that. But my words can't possibly be complicated…because I am complicated.

Looking down, Saya's slender arms wrap themselves tightly on my waist as I brush on the handle, pushing us toward the tranquil streets of Okinawa.

Not really a view to die for, but this will do. The bright golden sun is setting, blessing the skies with a heavenly glow that somehow makes me feel lucky for witnessing it with Saya. Speaking of Saya, she's lying on the sand beside me with her head on my chest, gazing upon the sea's sparkling horizon. We…we look like lovers by the beach.

I know this doesn't mean anything to her, but I feel so conscious that this has to stop. Luckily, I'm on a barbeque watch. But this is gonna be a bit difficult…I like us this way. And if there's any way I can make this moment last, I will. And I don't care if it's that cliché. Nothing matters anymore. I won't have her no matter how I wish for.

"Saya, I have to stand up," I croak a little but just laughed it off, gently lifting her off me, "I smell something burnt…must be our precious barbeque!"

She merely drawls a 'sure', and I obviously sense her sleepiness. This isn't good. I don't find this small event boring, so why? Nonetheless, I get up and check on our barbeques. Looks like they're ready so I guess Saya won't be dozing off now, will she?

As if in cue, she grabs one stick from the grill and tears a chunk out of it. I stare at her in my usual mask of horror whenever she eats like that. "You should get used to this by now," she chokes cutely, "…my, this is so delicious! I love the marinade sauce you used," she keeps rambling on and on about how good I cook and everything. Yes, I know that already, Saya. You're completely at loss of words when you're eating my dish.

"Here, have some good 'ol bentos!" I hype, handing her a piece after I've unwrapped the bento box.

The gleam in her eyes when she sees food never ceases to amaze me. She's devoured the bento so quick I have to give her the whole box. Well I'm not a big egg fan anyway for that matter. Grinning in satisfaction, I take a hold of my barbeque and ready a mouth watering bite.

"Kai, I feel so pregnant…" Saya croaks. I chuckle as a response.

After the small yet pleasant feast we've had, a nice beach walk has been our next option. So we're strolling barefoot on the shoreline, the small waves gently hitting our ankles while the fresh ocean breeze ruffles our hair. It's a wonderful feeling when you're at this state. It's even more wonderful when you're with someone you truly care about.

But this is too much. A guy will normally hold hands with a girl in this situation. Yes, my teenage hormones are kicking…is it a problem? All I want to do right now is tell her how I feel before it's too late…and to hold her hand, of course. It'll seem normal for those who pass by and don't give a shit on who we are, but it's different for the two of us. We're family beyond anything. And that's what we'll ever be, even though I don't want it to.

"I wish we can go here every single day," she says, and I can feel her hand clutching my arm, "even the night sounds fine. But I guess you'll be too busy, so never mind," she trails off, letting go.

I'm lost at words. She's right, though. I'm running the shop until 10pm, who knows when the costumers will come and go. But I do want to go here every single day. I want this place to be our so-called sanctuary, knowing that only a few hang out here. Grabbing her hand, she turns to me and I think I'll say something to make it up, "Don't worry, we'll go here every weekends. What do you think?"

Wrong, Kai, wrong…

You don't know how long she'll last awake.

Silence befalls us, and I have to find a way out of it. Then again, even before I can actually do anything, Saya wobbles and collapses onto my shoulders. I hold her tight enough not to fall, so there we stand…by the shore, under the moonlight.

In such a cliché moment and in her most vulnerable state, I lift her chin up to look upon her beautiful, sleeping face. Against all odds, I kiss her.

big thanks for those who reviewed the first chapter. most of them were positive, so yay SaKai! again, I'm really curious on what you people think about this story, the pairing, the way I write, etc. so drop me a review. cheers.