Here's Chapter two everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! Well, before I start talking about random things which are completely far from this story…here's the second chapter!(Wait—I think I said that already)


~My Responsibility~

"Misaki repeated, "I'm not going to the Last Dance."

Tsubasa stood up, "You canNOT not go to the last Dance, Misaki! This is your last year here and you're going to ruin it by not going to the program awaited by most girls, the last dance."

"Why do you care?" Misaki asked, with her arms crossed.

"Because" Tsubasa started, "You're my responsibility…I'm the reason you are what you are now. Remember when you were little? You were really shy back then so I helped you."

"Are you saying you regretted meeting me?"

"No! I never said that, Misaki! I just won't allow you to—"

"I'm not a kid anymore! I can choose for myself. You can't tell me what to do."

'There she goes again with that spoiled attitude.'Tsubasa thought and said, "But it's—"

"It's NOT your fault. This is exactly the reason why I'm doing this. I want to show you that…you raised me right…I want to show you that you made the right decisions…"

Tsubasa was shocked. He never expected these words coming from his one and only.

'She sounds like a kid trying to prove that she's big enough…so cute...But still, I'm not going to allow her to miss the Last Dance.'

"Misaki" Tsubasa said, "Let's make a deal."

"A…deal?"

Tsubasa nodded, "Go to the Last Dance and I'll try my best to catch up."

Misaki continued, "And if you don't?"

Tsubasa grinned. He knew she was going to say that.

He said, "Well, I'll do whatever ridiculous desire you want me to do for a day."

Misaki thought about it and said, "Make it a week and it's a deal."

"Fine." Tsubasa smirked, satisfied, "Meanwhile, you go to Central Town and find yourself a pretty dress.I don't want to be seen with someone without style…Here's two thousand rabbits to make sure."

"I can buy a dress myself." Misaki said.

"If you don't need the money for the dress, you can keep it." Tsubasa said, waving the money for Misaki to smell. Misaki loved money (Just like Hotaru ^_^ Gomen for being a Rukaru fan!). She took it.

Before she left. She stole a quick glance at Tsubasa and said, "Take care of yourself or the dress will be useless."

"You're just worried about me." Tsubasa teased.

"AM NOT!" And Misaki slammed the door.

Realization dawned at the girl after she slammed the door.

Misaki's POV

I just slammed a door. At Tsubasa. The guy I hate because he never realized how much I love him since we were kids… Oh, who cares anymore? I know he'll never love me back and I have no intention of revealing my feelings for him. Never. Ever. In. My. Miserable. Life. I hurriedly went to the bus stop. You know, before the bus leaves. (I apologize for Misaki's behavior)

I sat on one of the seats and put my bag on the seat beside me, not wanting any random person to sit on it. I had always gone to Central Town with Tsubasa. Tsubasa never got sick before…Except that one time.. And also that time… I had to give him one of Nonoko's pills. But I had never gone to Central Town alone. I must sound like a kid.,. What can I say? I've been spoiled. Life had always been good for me. There was always someone right beside me all my life… Maybe that's why he felt like I was his responsibility.

I pondered on the situation on the way there. If Tsubasa had seen this, he'd probably tease me for knowing what 'situation' means… He still treats me like a little girl. Like a father. He just sees me somewhere between a daughter and a best friend. I sighed. He'll never love me the way I love him…


Okay! There's the second chapter! I know it's short, but it's longer than the first one, right? I promise I'll update soon! Maybe tomorrow even… ANYWAY, I really need to go. And thanks for all the reviews!