A/N: Thanks to DaddysGirl and Sambucivox for the reviews. At least I know two people are reading my story. ;) Please leave me a review and tell me if you liked it or not.
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He always knew his past would catch up to him one day. He knew it was time the second he saw her sitting on that stretch of beach with those blue bands around her wrists. Those hated those blue bands. He couldn't even speak to her. Didn't even want to look at her. And that fucking son of bitch Mukuro. He'd gotten soft. That was the only explanation for why he lost that idiotic game to that bastard.
But her voice when he left. She called out his name, but he couldn't even turn around. He just couldn't take that look he knew was plastered on her face. That day was the second time she saved his life. He didn't want to leave. He could see her face, yelling at him of course, and it almost brought a smirk to his lips. Almost because he remembered other things too. He was going to kill that fucker.
Actually, it was the second and third time she saved him, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He was barely alive, but he remembered her, remembered hearing her voice and…her tears. Was she actually sad when she thought he was dead?
No one had ever cried over him before.