Silent Passion

A.N: Would someone PLEASE help me with ideas??? I know what I'm doing now but I'm kind of at a loss for a complete plot! E-mails regarding this would be MOST appreciated.

Disclaimer: Me still no own, so please no sue.

Kusinagi flew backwards as if her look had burned him. Did she see his emotions unmasked? God he hoped she didn't.

"What are you doing in my room? How did you find me?" Momiji demanded, though softly and not as harsh as she could have, or intended to.

"I… er… you… eh…" Kusinagi started, feeling his cheeks flame up in embarrassment. "You… didn't say goodbye," he said quickly.

Momiji narrowed her eyes at him as if in thought, then shook it off and stared at him blankly. "You don't say goodbye when you leave, why should I?"

Kusinagi cringed at the words. They burned into his very soul, and yet they were so true. "I'm not used to you not saying goodbye?" he tried, knowing now that it sounded the same as it came to him: from his ass.

Before Momiji could speak, her damned cell phone rang. She gave Kusinagi a look stating 'you'd best not move an inch and be ready to explain yourself when I'm done' look before answering her phone. "Hello?"

"Momiji?"

"Mr. Kunakida?" Momiji asked quickly.

Kusinagi's eyes widened. What could he possibly want with her?

"I need to talk to you, tomorrow. Is that possible?"

Momiji paused a moment and looked up at Kusinagi, who was looking back with an inquiring stare. "Yes," she said, maintaining eye contact, "I believe so…"

"Good. If you can get ahold of Kusinagi too, I would like to speak with him as well…"

"All right, I'll tell him," Momiji said, still watching Kusinagi, who was now staring at her in confusion.

"Okay, I'll be there by 2 tomorrow afternoon."

"All right, see you then," Momiji replied and flicked the phone closed before Mr. Kunakida could say another word. Momiji kept her eyes on Kusinagi as she set the phone down, then finally spoke. "Mr. Kunakida wants to speak with you tomorrow. Can you be here at 2?"

Kusinagi narrowed his cat-like eyes at her and nodded slowly, "I could… but, who said I wanted to waste my time for the TAC's convenience?"

Momiji narrowed her eyes at Kusinagi back and crossed her arms. "Why wouldn't you? They protected me too, you know. Besides, they have yet to turn you into a lab experiment."

Kusinagi shrugged, looking completely passive. However, deep down it hurt that she would say such a thing to him. He felt like a freak as it was and the way she'd said that to him made him feel as though she were expecting him to become a science experiment. "They sure do a piss poor job of protecting you, Princess," he finally said, cursing himself for allowing the jealousy in his voice be noticed.

Momiji stared at him for a moment. What was his problem? Was he truly jealous of the TAC's relations with her? No! He couldn't be, he and she never got together after the final battle with the Arigami because he pushed her away rather than pulled her close to himself. He'd never truly wanted her, had he? Once again, the answer that came to mind instantly was no. "Listen it's late… I'll show you to the guest room," Momiji said finally with a yawn and headed towards the door, only to be stopped by Kusinagi's sharp voice.

"No, that's okay," Kusinagi said quickly.

Momiji looked up at him and tilted her eyebrow. "Why?"

"I… have some things to do tonight, I'll be here tomorrow…"

"The hell you will, Mamoru Kusinagi!" Momiji screamed, scaring both Kusinagi and herself, but she pushed it aside. Kusinagi's leaving and not returning as often as he did had been more than enough reason for Momiji not to let him go. "You always leave and you never come back, why should I believe you now?"

Kusinagi shook his head and smirked. "If I never come back then why am I here?"

Momiji was silence a moment before she picked up her shoe and smacked him in the chest with it. "You won't be back tomorrow if you leave tonight, I KNOW you won't!"

"Sure I would," Kusinagi said, not wanting to pass up any opportunity to sleep outside her window as he so often did. "OUCH! What are you doing?"

Momiji had him by the ear and was dragging him out the door when he finally grabbed ahold of the door frame, which only caused him more pain. "God! Momiji, knock it off!" he howled.

"Shut up, Kusinagi," Momiji ordered and yanked harder, "You'll wake Maya up. Can't you give her a few night's peace before she leaves us?"

Kusinagi refused to let go of the door. "Momiji, if you'd let go I'd follow!"

"You wouldn't have had I not had to drag you this far," Momiji pointed out as she pulled on him one last time before releasing his poor ear. "Would have you?"

Kusinagi rubbed his ear and rather than answering the question, decided to complain. "Damn, Momiji, you really need to go to some anger management classes or something," He paused when he saw Momiji narrow her eyes at him and instantly added, "But you know I could be wrong," Momiji stepped towards him, "I KNOW I'm wrong!"

Momiji smiled proudly and stepped into the hall. However, before Kusinagi could retreat back into Momiji's room and disappear out the window, Momiji grabbed a hold of his arm and dragged him into the bedroom left of hers. Before Kusinagi could object, Momiji looked up at her with her emerald eyes, pleading him to stay. It shocked him, he hadn't seen that look but twice since the Arigami had been laid to rest. "Please, Kusinagi… Mr. Kunakida has his reasons… if he says he needs to speak with you I'm sure it's important. If not, why else would he wish to speak with you?"

Kusinagi sighed. "I already told you I'd be back, Momiji," he said flatly.

Momiji stopped and let go of his hand. She looked up at him with her eyes shimmering with emotions. "You've said that before so many times, Kusinagi…" she trailed off as her voice became shaky. "One time, you promised to come back to me… remember? You went to fight the Arigami after promising to come back to me."

"I came back," Kusinagi pointed out and put on his trademark smile, which always made Momiji's heart melt.

Momiji felt her stomach churn as she fought back tears. The memories stung. Much rather than bringing them up she shoved him in the room and walked out, leaving the door open a crack. "I'll see you in the morning," she finally said and walked back to her room.

Kusinagi watched her leave and sighed. After a good ten minutes he finally turned and walked to the bed only to notice the window right beside it. He grinned and pushed the curtains back, then opened the window with more ease than Momiji's, though a bit louder. Rather than fooling around with useless jumping, he'd fly to the tree. If he had only to watch her from a distance, so be it. It was better to watch her from a distance than not at all.

As Kusinagi floated to the tree he froze upon hearing the soft sniffles he hadn't heard for the longest time, but they were known all too well by him. Momiji was crying. His heart sank and he fought to stay away. It would only make matters worse if he were in there with her; he knew her pride was damaged by his presence. But he wanted to be in there with her! To comfort her, to hold her and wipe away her tears… why couldn't he be normal? If he were only a normal human he could touch her, hold her, love her… she deserved better than him! Momiji was just too blind to see it.

Suddenly, his attention was caught by something Momiji held close to her chest. Kusinagi squinted to see what it was, but her fingers blocked most of it. He'd have to wait until Momiji was asleep.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours, Momiji's sniffling finally subsided and Kusinagi was able to creep into the room. Fortunately, Momiji hadn't thought to close window making it that much easier for him to make it in without risking awakening her again. Slowly he crept across the room, making sure as to not make a single sound.

As Kusinagi reached the side of Momiji's bed he sighed softly at the saddened look on Momiji's face. What could possibly make her sad? This angel who has done nothing but loved the world, and no matter how cruel they were, the people in it. Kusinagi subconsciously wiped a tear from Momiji's flushed cheek before gently tugging free the thin piece of paper she held so protectively, even in her sleep.

Slowly Kusinagi turned it to see what it was and gasped…

AN: I promise the chapters shall get longer!