***Disclaimer: I don't own Blue Seed... Konichiwa mina-san! I had some free time on my hands, so I decided to write another fan fiction. This one isn't going to be like my other ones, since they deal with fighting and romance... This fic will have romance, but not a lot of fighting... So i hope you like the story, and please Review!
*Running From Love*
Chapter One
Each time I close my eyes, I see him perfectly. It's as if his image is burnt to my skull. But, still it's not enough. I need to seem him face to face, instead of talking to him over the phone and trying to picture him in my mind. I wonder every day what he is doing and if he's thinking of me. But, every time I try, it hurts more and more, because he isn't here with me. Sometimes, I think about searching for him, but then I don't know where he is, so I stop thinking about it.
I remember the day he left me, so perfectly. It plays over and over in my head, like a bad dream.
It was a warm summer day and I was getting ready to with Kusanagi to the beach. It was also two weeks after we killed the Arigami, so Tokyo was beginning to have that magical gleam again. I walked down the street, passing the many posters and wall scrolls with my picture on it. You see, after the whole thing with Susano-oh was over, I started to get very popular, the news reporters called it "Kushinada Pandemonium." After a week or so, the popularity lessened to just posters, wall scrolls, and tee-shirts. During the Kushinada Pandemonium, I could only trust the TAC, my family, and Kusanagi, since everyone tried to be my friend to use me.
I finally arrived at the beach, where he sat on a blanket. I walked over towards the blanket and placed the picnic basket on the ground, next to it.
"Hi Kusanagi," I said, as I sat down beside him.
"Hi, Momiji," he sighed, staring at the long, rolling waves that broke on the shoreline. But, he sounded distracted, as if he was paying more attention to the beach the to me.
I ignored it, thinking that he was worried about the Arigami returning or some other enemy. I started to unpack the basket and placed a plate of salad in front of him.
"Don't worry, I didn't put in any cucumbers in it." I assured, as he took a fork and began to eat. "You're hungry, aren't you?"
He nodded, as he shoved the food in his mouth. "I'm surprised, Momiji."
"Why are you so surprised?" I asked.
"That you made this and it's actually pretty good," he laughed. "Because, most things you do, turn out to be a total disaster."
"Oh, shut up, Kusanagi." I said.
He laughed and finished eating. I leaned my head on his shoulder, as we watched the waves. I couldn't help to think that this would be our last day together and we would never see each other again. Too bad I didn't know how right I was.
"The ocean is so beautiful. If you look at it long enough, it feels as though you're being drawn in." I said, staring at the waves.
"Looks can be very deceiving," he replied, and backed away.
I watched as he stood up and stared at me with repent. "What do you mean, Kusanagi?" I asked. "And why do you look at me as though you want to apologize for something?"
He looked away and then stared at the ground. "Not all things look like what they're made up to be," he answered.
"Kusanagi," I whispered, into the wind. "You're not making any sense."
"I'm leaving, Momiji." He said.
"Well, alright. Maybe we can do this again sometime?" I offered, but he just shook his head.
"You're not getting it," he said. "I'm leaving. I'm leaving Tokyo."
My heart fell low in my chest and my stomach tumbled violently. "You can't! I need you Kusanagi!" I shouted, as I stood up off the blanket. "I love you!"
"You don't need me anymore," he stated, and backed away. "Goodbye, Momiji."
"Kusanagi!" I shouted, and then feel to my knees. I cried, as he walked away, he took my heart along with him.
That was the day when everything in my life fell apart. I used to think that he would come back, but after a month or two I just gave up.
"Momiji, since the Arigami are gone," Mr. Kunikida said, sitting in his black leather chair. "You don't have to stay in Tokyo anymore. If you want you could go back to Izumo."
We were in the TAC building, in Kunikida's office. First it was Kusanagi and now even Mr. Kunikida wants to get rid of me.
"Do you really want me to go?" I asked, keeping my eyes locked on the smooth, tiled floor. I thought how similar I was to it. We both let people walk all over us.
"Momiji, I'm not saying that I don't want you here," he replied, and then leaned over his desk. "I just thought that maybe you wanted to go home with your mom and grandmother, since we don't need your powers anymore."
I nodded and stood up. "Alright then, I guess I'll start packing." I said and walked away.
I walked down the crowded sidewalk, passing store windows with a picture of me on posters. These days, I don't even know whom I can trust anymore. Looks aren't the only things that are deceiving. People can also be very misleading, especially people whom you would never expect.
I got to my house and went to my bedroom. The smell of lilacs and roses filled the air as I walked into my bedroom. Through all my pain and strife, this was where I came. It was my sanctuary and my asylum from the pain of the outside world.
I sat at my window seat and watched as the maple and bonsai trees blew in the wind. Kusanagi used to sit in the tree that was directly across from my window. But, that was so long ago. Other times, he used to slip through my open window to be with me. I wish that would still happen, but that couldn't happen. He isn't in Tokyo anymore; he probably isn't even in Japan.
I stopped thinking of him and went to my closet. I began to take out my clothes and put them into suitcases. I didn't want to leave; I'd rather stay here in Tokyo, with my friends. But, that isn't possible.
To be continued...
**Please Review and tell me what you think of it so far!**
*Running From Love*
Chapter One
Each time I close my eyes, I see him perfectly. It's as if his image is burnt to my skull. But, still it's not enough. I need to seem him face to face, instead of talking to him over the phone and trying to picture him in my mind. I wonder every day what he is doing and if he's thinking of me. But, every time I try, it hurts more and more, because he isn't here with me. Sometimes, I think about searching for him, but then I don't know where he is, so I stop thinking about it.
I remember the day he left me, so perfectly. It plays over and over in my head, like a bad dream.
It was a warm summer day and I was getting ready to with Kusanagi to the beach. It was also two weeks after we killed the Arigami, so Tokyo was beginning to have that magical gleam again. I walked down the street, passing the many posters and wall scrolls with my picture on it. You see, after the whole thing with Susano-oh was over, I started to get very popular, the news reporters called it "Kushinada Pandemonium." After a week or so, the popularity lessened to just posters, wall scrolls, and tee-shirts. During the Kushinada Pandemonium, I could only trust the TAC, my family, and Kusanagi, since everyone tried to be my friend to use me.
I finally arrived at the beach, where he sat on a blanket. I walked over towards the blanket and placed the picnic basket on the ground, next to it.
"Hi Kusanagi," I said, as I sat down beside him.
"Hi, Momiji," he sighed, staring at the long, rolling waves that broke on the shoreline. But, he sounded distracted, as if he was paying more attention to the beach the to me.
I ignored it, thinking that he was worried about the Arigami returning or some other enemy. I started to unpack the basket and placed a plate of salad in front of him.
"Don't worry, I didn't put in any cucumbers in it." I assured, as he took a fork and began to eat. "You're hungry, aren't you?"
He nodded, as he shoved the food in his mouth. "I'm surprised, Momiji."
"Why are you so surprised?" I asked.
"That you made this and it's actually pretty good," he laughed. "Because, most things you do, turn out to be a total disaster."
"Oh, shut up, Kusanagi." I said.
He laughed and finished eating. I leaned my head on his shoulder, as we watched the waves. I couldn't help to think that this would be our last day together and we would never see each other again. Too bad I didn't know how right I was.
"The ocean is so beautiful. If you look at it long enough, it feels as though you're being drawn in." I said, staring at the waves.
"Looks can be very deceiving," he replied, and backed away.
I watched as he stood up and stared at me with repent. "What do you mean, Kusanagi?" I asked. "And why do you look at me as though you want to apologize for something?"
He looked away and then stared at the ground. "Not all things look like what they're made up to be," he answered.
"Kusanagi," I whispered, into the wind. "You're not making any sense."
"I'm leaving, Momiji." He said.
"Well, alright. Maybe we can do this again sometime?" I offered, but he just shook his head.
"You're not getting it," he said. "I'm leaving. I'm leaving Tokyo."
My heart fell low in my chest and my stomach tumbled violently. "You can't! I need you Kusanagi!" I shouted, as I stood up off the blanket. "I love you!"
"You don't need me anymore," he stated, and backed away. "Goodbye, Momiji."
"Kusanagi!" I shouted, and then feel to my knees. I cried, as he walked away, he took my heart along with him.
That was the day when everything in my life fell apart. I used to think that he would come back, but after a month or two I just gave up.
"Momiji, since the Arigami are gone," Mr. Kunikida said, sitting in his black leather chair. "You don't have to stay in Tokyo anymore. If you want you could go back to Izumo."
We were in the TAC building, in Kunikida's office. First it was Kusanagi and now even Mr. Kunikida wants to get rid of me.
"Do you really want me to go?" I asked, keeping my eyes locked on the smooth, tiled floor. I thought how similar I was to it. We both let people walk all over us.
"Momiji, I'm not saying that I don't want you here," he replied, and then leaned over his desk. "I just thought that maybe you wanted to go home with your mom and grandmother, since we don't need your powers anymore."
I nodded and stood up. "Alright then, I guess I'll start packing." I said and walked away.
I walked down the crowded sidewalk, passing store windows with a picture of me on posters. These days, I don't even know whom I can trust anymore. Looks aren't the only things that are deceiving. People can also be very misleading, especially people whom you would never expect.
I got to my house and went to my bedroom. The smell of lilacs and roses filled the air as I walked into my bedroom. Through all my pain and strife, this was where I came. It was my sanctuary and my asylum from the pain of the outside world.
I sat at my window seat and watched as the maple and bonsai trees blew in the wind. Kusanagi used to sit in the tree that was directly across from my window. But, that was so long ago. Other times, he used to slip through my open window to be with me. I wish that would still happen, but that couldn't happen. He isn't in Tokyo anymore; he probably isn't even in Japan.
I stopped thinking of him and went to my closet. I began to take out my clothes and put them into suitcases. I didn't want to leave; I'd rather stay here in Tokyo, with my friends. But, that isn't possible.
To be continued...
**Please Review and tell me what you think of it so far!**