And she's no Goddess...

In front of Cyril's hospital, a red sports car was parked. The door opened and out came Clifford with a bouquet of bearded cripes, red carnation, burgundy, foxglove, bachelor's buttons and althea frutex. He was dressed with a pale blue collared shirt, dark pants, dress shoes and white coat. The Quarterback ambled through the automatic doors.

There he was greeted with a sickeningly familiar spiky blond head with its slim yet lean body. The male wore a black coat, scarlet shirt, comfortable jeans together with black sneakers. A colorful scarf decorated his neck. "What are you doing here, brat?"

A sneer appeared on the other's face, "It's not of your business, teacher."

"Still upset that you lost?" A smirk appeared on Clifford's face as an irritated look on the blond.

"I need to see Madoka."

"What makes you think Madoka wants to see you? How long have you know her? Six- seven years? I known Madoka from the day she was born."

"So what? I don't need your shitty permission to see her. I'm the one who'll save her." Sharp emerald eyes glared at him. The Japanese male without missing a step turned and walked.

Clifford's expression hardened. "Do you even know her condition? What makes you think you can save her? Are you going to break your promise, Hiruma Yoichi?"

The devil man froze, he's face as defenseless as an ignorant child, "You... how do you know that?"

Silver eyes held a look of superiority. "I will grant Madoka's wish-"

"Then, enlighten me on what exactly your Deity has been wishing for. If you known her for her whole entire life, say it."

Clifford tighten his grip on the bouquet, "You-"

"Must I insist that there should be no fighting in the hospital?" A familiar young doctor's voice sighed, "Visitation hours are almost up. Follow me, both of you."

Hesitant with the other there, they reluctantly fell into step with Cyril, each glared when the other looked ahead. They stopped in front of a lilac patterned door whose plate name said, K. Madoka. The door opened, the navy haired young woman whose complexion was pastel wane, sat on the bed dressed in the white hospital gown and her familiar crimson gems gleamed, "Ah, Clifford-" Her voice died out as emerald shards met her eyes.

He strode in and leaned on the wall facing her, "The Goddess that God abandoned... I wonder who you favor now. I haven't broken our promise. I kept my end, you're the one that broke it, didn't you?"

If she could get any paler, she would have. "Clifford, Doctor, can you leave Yoichi and I alone for a bit?" Clifford hardens his glare on Yoichi as he closed the door. The Goddess leaned back into her pillow, "I'm no Goddess. I had fallen from grace along time ago. Since I started to wish and predict. I'm sorry, Yoichi. It was true; I broke the promise before you. I went to see (secretly) how you were doing in Japan as an exchange student." He opened his mouth, "I went to Take-chan's Teikoku. I was there until you conquered the Football League and left soon afterwards. I'm sure you known for a while now… I tried to pretend so that this situation would never happen but it was all for nothing."

"How long?" His voice not even above a whisper.

"About four months left unless I do the treatment." She replied crisply.

"Why?"

"I wanted to clear this out." Emerald shards followed a pale hand that fiddled with the white sheets.

"There's fucking-"

"Yoichi, I don't find you any different from changing. Nevertheless, you know that you are not the only that can change right? So please just answer me honestly. When you close your eyes and think of your closest people, do I even pop out?" Navy hair sprawled when she tilted her head.

Yoichi closed his eyes, "You're not the first one to appear now."

Madoka smiled, "It's fulfilled our promise."

"Huh?" He blurted out, "What?"

Her shoulders shook, "Don't tell me you forgotten what the promise was exactly… Our promise was that if there was a time that you moved on from me, we would part. Do you remember? Or were you too busy thinking about Football?" She poked him, amusement evident in her eyes.

Pink dusted his cheeks, emerald eyes shifted to the floor, "I do enjoy American Football." The Quarterback straighten himself, "I got sidetracked and only remembered the conditions of the promise. I guess its goodbye now."

The Goddess nodded her head, a shadow over her face, "I guess so." A melancholy air surrounded her, "Let's end this formally…" She tossed her bed cover over and stood up. Each step trembled until she reached him. Two pale hands grasped his face, the Japanese locked eyes with her. The leaned towards each other, their nose glazed and eyelids fluttered shut, "Bye-bye, Yoichi." Their lips touched and arms clung to each other.

They separated; their eyes searched one another, "Goodbye, Madoka." He faced her with a blank expression, "It's time I let you go." A bittersweet smile appeared on his face while she trembled.

The blond turned and waltzed out. Outside the door, two pairs of eyes stared at him. Silver shards trailed inside the room, where Madoka stood her crimson eyes blurred with tears, "I-I... "

"I have said this time and time before," The British male tossed the bundle of flowers to a surprised doctor. "I'll make your prediction real," pale arms wrapped around her, "So look only at me." Madoka frozen from his words and Clifford clutched her to his body.

She sighed and turned towards Cyril, "Dr. Konezny, that procedure...is it still valid?"

The young doctor straightens himself and held the bouquet, "We can start right now, if you want to Miss Kagami."

"If you can, I want to get it over with."

He set the bouquet onto the vase, "The blood transfusion is in stock today and the transfer is scheduled already."