Disclaimer: My head created this story but unfortunately I don't own the characters, so don't sue. =P
Summary: Darien remembers a certain someone.
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Roommates, You and I
By Yamito-Hitori
Part 4: Saien Kyoushito
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From last chapter..
"I thought you'd gone to sleep." He said as he closed the door of the fridge. Leaving the faraway moon as the only source of light..
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Serena searched the floor as if she would find an answer from a personificated ground. "I-I couldn't sleep neither." She said, daring to look up, but only raising enough so that his torso was the only thing she saw.
"Oh." was his answer. Serena shifted from feet to feet, finding her balance as she stood silently. What else was she to say? It really was quite an awkward situation. She was fully clothed, though in nightwear nonetheless, and he was... well he was, barely dressed --barely with anything on, actually! Focusing all her might to keep her eye level on his shoulders, she dared not to look up further... or any lower.. Like was mentioned, it was an awkward situation indeed--
She stepped back, startled, when she found a pair of questioning eyes staring at her. Darien had his head slightly tilted to one side, and lowered, to look at her on the same level, eye to eye.
"Anything you need, meat ball head?" He asked, adding her commonly used nickname at the end.
"My, uh, my milk.." She managed to say as Darien stepped past her with a bottle of water. She turned to see him off, but found him to have halted by the kitchen entrance. She could feel small hints of warmth spread throughout her face. What was it..? She made a quick note to check her face later.
He gave a small ghost of a grin and nothing more. With that gesture, he exited.
Serena let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding and resumed her conquest to find her beloved --or so it seemed like-- milk. It wasn't at all special... As ordinary as water would be, milk was no different. But.. the ivory colored liquid was the only thing (almost the only thing) that helped her to sleep at nights where she felt her eyes would never rest.
It was her remedy for a sleepless night.
She walked to the fridge, dragging her sleepy feet behind, and opened to find.. bananas, water, Tropicana orange juice, a milk carton, a two-day-old McDonalds' cheeseburger, leftover corned beef, rice, chocolate donuts, ham, other leftovers, a few other things, and.. 'Lita-made' sushi. Strange, she thought. Where was her cup of milk that she had prepared earlier?
She shrugged it off. No matter, she'd just.. She reached for the milk carton --and it slipped through her hands from the overwhelmingly light content. She watched as it fell on the floor, not a drop had spilled.
It was empty.
...He grinned and nothing more. With that gesture, he exited...
"DARIEN NO BAKA!" She scram as she ran out after him, causing a few lights in the same building to switch open from panicked neighbors.
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She stopped once she got back down the marble look-alike steps.
Darien was right across the living room. In the outside patio, to be specific.
The clear sliding doors were set ajar and the thin fabric that made up the curtains blew gently to the wind's will. Darien's descript figure could be seen, and yes, those utterly adorable boxers as well. From time to time, a portion of his figure would be hidden and silhouetted by the flapping curtains.
He made no move to leave, or hide, from her earlier and obvious name-calling.
She took the last step down the stairs and slowly made her way across the dimly lit room. Amazingly, she had avoided tripping over anything and finally managed to make it to the frame of the sliding doors without a scratch. He stood there, arms and elbows resting upon the patio's edge, supporting the weight he gave onto it. His still form was slightly turned back to her, his hair blowing randomly from breezes that picked up more wind. Free from sound or noise, with the exception of the light rustling of trees and a few cars that passed by, she slowly crept up beside him and rested her arms in the same manner as he had done.
"Hmn." was what he had said.
"Hmn." She repeated, staring at the early morning scene beneath her and added, "enjoyed my milk?" Stressing out the word 'my' to show that it had rightly belonged to her.
He resisted the urge to smile and frivolously grin at her once more. He hadn't known it belonged to her. He should really look for name tabs soon he thought sarcastically.
"Quite." He replied. Milk was soothing on a sleepless night..
A quick moment of silence resumed until Darien decided to speak up once more.
"What kept you up? It wasn't me rambling like a fool was it?"
"No.. just.. some things.." she answered, "What kept you up?"
"Some things."
She smirked. "So I see."
Another moment of silence followed, though not as quickly broken, as they watched the glorious sky far away turn slowly, ever so slowly, from a dark vast night of blues and blacks into a somewhat of a lighter shade of the mix.
Somewhere near, a town or a state perhaps, the sun was beginning to rise.
Morning was soon to come to their city, though the moon was still out. Soon, that big ball of silver cheese would dissipate only to return again when the new night comes once more. The view was amazing. Especially when viewing the landscape at such a high point on their balcony. It wasn't soon after that, that Serena had decided to finally break the muteness of it all.
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you hadn't left for Japan?"
Darien twisted his head to finally look at her since he had left the kitchen. She wasn't facing him, and though he could hear the calmness in her voice, he sensed a questioning confusion along with it.
So the genki bunny had actually missed him, had she?
He turned back and resumed scanning the city beneath him. It was beautiful. And as was she..
Saien Kyoushito. His Sai.
What would have happened if he hadn't left for Japan? Would things still have been the same? Would he have met Sai at another place and time?
Would he have fallen in love with someone else?
It had been almost a year since he had come back from Okinawa, Japan. and yet, he still remembered that woman that took his breath away the first time he laid eyes on her. She had long pure lustrous black hair that she always wore with a unique hairstyle. The upper half was down and the rest of her flowing hair into two separate loose tails. (AN: Think of Kikyo from 'Inuyasha' but with two clipped tails instead of one.) She had bangs that stopped just barely before her thin brows, and small cotton candy pink lips that always seemed to love to smile. But the first thing he saw from her, was her eyes.
**--F.L.A.S.H.B.A.C.K--**
Darien walked around an unknown park near his apartment building, taking in the newly seen sights Japan had to offer. It was a beautiful afternoon and he had decided to walk around before he decided to continue unpacking.
Japan had such a lush (AN:is it lush there?) environment. The beautiful aging trees, the freshly-cut grass, and the blooming flowers. Nature was at it's best this spring.
He circled a path and sat on a bench. He lifted his arm to rest it at the back of the bench chair only to have it fall once more when he caught sight of something..
A beautiful young fair skinned maiden sitting under the shade of a beautiful cherry blossom tree. She traced the outlines of the fallen sakura petals on the ground that might have fallen from natural causes or kids that climbed the aging tree. Just that motion made his stomach turn.
She had an unusually strange style of hair, but it was captivating nonetheless. She was captivating. Then suddenly, she looked up and into his eyes.
A glazing forest green that shone bright emerald in the sun met his dark sapphire ones.
Unknowingly, Darien had been walking his way to the maiden, which was what had caused her to look at who her new company was. He sat down next to her and she smiled. Not a bitter one for disturbing her peace, but a kind and warm smile.
"Chiba Darien." He introduced himself.
"Kyoushito Saien."
"Nice to meet you, Kyoushito-san." referring to her with her last name.
She laughed softly. "Onegai, call me Sai."
He bowed gently. "Sai, it is."
And the two merrily chat the whole afternoon.
She was an image of beauty. Still he couldn't help but wonder..
**--E.N.D--F.L.A.S.H.B.A.C.K--**
Darien closed his eyes, his weight lifting off the balcony wall. He had enough chatting for today. It pained him to think of her once more. and he would not let his thoughts stray back to her any time soon.
"I do wonder sometimes." He finally answered the quiet girl next to him as he turned to leave. He stopped midway and told her, "I'm going back to bed."
Immediately turning her figure, she found herself to be the only one on the balcony.
He had already left, the curtains softly flapping behind the clear doors. She turned back to the sky above her. She needed time to think..
Somewhere near by, the sun had already risen.
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Saien's Name Explanation:
Saien = talented woman
kyoushi = lovely figure
to = and
Saien + Kyoushi + to = Kyoushito Saien which hopefully makes up: lovely figure and a talented woman.. hope so. :\
Pronunciation:
Saien - [Sai-yen]
kyoushito - [kyo-oo-shee-toh]