Disclaimer: I do not own Galaxy Angel. This series was created and published by Broccoli. The original character designs are by Kanan. All respect and copywriter ship goes to Kanan and Broccoli.

Author comments beforehand: It's nice to finally write something again. I should more often, but I loose inspiration. But since I have it right now, I'm going to torture you. Maybe, I'll surprise you; I just let the music take me. :3 (And my current inspiration is Nana Mizuki, so you know how beautiful her songs are, I hope I can duplicate it in writing!) ((I invision her songs as fire, burning passion, and such…. As in: A flame that spreads and sends you soaring, but that's so deep!))

The Blue Flame: the burning passion

I close my eyes and all I see is you…

I cannot forget, I cannot remember,

I cannot breathe, I cannot see,

You are my one burning light

Kiss…

Lips parted, they could only stare at each other, breathless from their touch. They tried searching for words, but they couldn't. She looked down, her cheeks tainted red and she gave an awkward smile.

"I-I'm sorry…" she whispered, not expecting him to hear her but;

"hm?"

"I'm sorry," she repeated, forced to say it again. Her blue eyes looked up at him. "I-I feel so ashamed."

"How so?" he replied, brushing some of her pink hair off of her face.

"We haven't seen each other in so long, and yet I didn't show you my true feelings…"

"So I see," he said, rolling back onto the grass beside her. They stared up at the sky, a loss for words again. An uncomfortable air formed around them. He coughed a bit and looked back at her, his eyes shifting from time to time.

"Milfie…?" When Milfeulle looked at him, he ran his hand through his messy blue hair and ruffled it more, creating more knots than before. He winced in pain and smiled slightly.

"Milfie…what I mean to say is…"

Why is it so uncomfortable? I used to be just fine but now… I feel helpless.

"What I'm TRYING to say…uhhh…nmm…ehh…"

Milfeulle blinked in confusion, now smiling more awkward than before.

"Y-yes, T-ta—"

At that moment, he touched her lips. With his fingers, he ran them across her lips slowly, as if he wanted to get something from them. Her face turned as red as a rose at this act, helpless to what he was doing. The man took his fingers away and he kissed them, closing his eyes. Her eyes softened.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes…"

He leaned in, letting his forehead resting it on her forehead.

"Then..?"

Milfeulle smiled a bit, blushing as she was being put on the spot.

"I love you too, Tact-san."

THE END

Guess not. xD I guess I'm too MilTact influenced at the moment to write about someone else, but I will next time! Until then, please read the other Drabbles, we're getting so many!

Hopefully, Martial Arts Master will have his done soon!