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Zoisite was true to his word. He did not pressure Ami to make any decision immediately. Ami's sharp, logical
mind had found a problem that it could not solve through analysis. Namely, what to do about Zoisite.
She certainly trusted him. Which was unusual enough in itself. Ami had never trusted anyone so completely
like that for seven years. But he gave her no choice but to trust him. He was dependable, understanding,
deeply loyal, and discreet. He had proven time and again that she could trust him with her life.
And she could certainly do worse. He was intelligent, friendly, caring, and very attractive. Many girls would
have loved to be in her shoes.
But she liked their close friendship as it was. She liked being his best friend. She liked being able to talk to
him about anything and nothing.
Would becoming his girlfriend do anything to change that?
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16 March 2001
"I look absolutely ridiculous!" Ami complained to Zoisite. He laughed. "You look fine, do you remember all of
your lines?"
"Yeah, I went over them. But what in the world was Mr. Parker thinking to give such an utterly preposterous
assignment?!"
The two were headed to English class. The teacher, Mr. Parker, had decided that the students in the class
were not well-versed enough in Shakespeare, and had them break into groups of two, and draw from a hat
various famous scenes from Shakesperean plays, which they were to perform for the class. Today, it was
Ami and Zoisite's turn to perform a scene: the engagement scene of Portia and Bassanio from The Merchant
of Venice. For the occasion, Ami was dressed in a long, white dress, with a blue sash that brought out her
thick blue hair and sapphire eyes. Zoisite, for his part, wore tan slacks, and a long shirt that he belted, to
make it look like a tunic. The two walked in, and soon, were reciting their lines flawlessly.
Zoisite, in his role, read from a paper that sealed his engagement with his beloved, "You that choose not
by the view/ Chance as fair and choose as true! / Since this fortune falls to you, / Be content and seek no
new, / If you be well pleased with this / And hold your fortune for your bliss, / Turn you where your lady is /
And claim her with a loving kiss." Green eyes locked deeply with blue ones, and it seemed that it was no
longer Zoisite pretending to be Bassanio asking Portia, but that Zoisite was speaking directly to Ami, and he
whispered the next lines, his eyes never leaving her face. "A gentle scroll, fair lady. By your leave." And as
Bassanio kissed Portia at that point in the play, he gently took Ami's chin between his thumb and forefinger.
Ami's eyes widened, and she gasped as his lips gently brushed over hers. Loving, tender, sweet.
Ami had only been kissed once before, and it was the tragic experience that had occurred when she was 10
and had left her soul with scars. That kiss had been forced, and intrusive, and altogether disgusting. But at
this moment, when Zoisite touched his lips to hers, she felt a radically different sensation. It felt like those
lips that had been defiled and polluted by the would-be-rapist and pedophile, were now purified. Her mind
flew to another Shakespearean play, Romeo and Juliet, and the line "Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is
purged." Indeed, with this kiss, the dirt, the disgusting taste left from that awful first one seemed to finally
have left. Distractedly, she heard the class clap and cheer.
The next day, predictably, the entire story was out, and Ami was teased mercilessly by her friends. Finally,
after they, with a plentitude of knowing looks and nudges, left her alone to study her AP Chemistry notes in
peace, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She had just finished going over the first two sections when she felt a caressing hand gently run through
her hair. She turned to see Zoisite standing behind her.
"Ami, I'm sorry for yesterday." He said, although his eyes were glinting like bright green emeralds.
She gave him a piercing look and said matter-of-factly, "No, you're not."
He nodded. "No, I'm not. I admit it. I was not sorry for kissing you. I will never be sorry for kissing you. But,
I AM sorry that I embarrassed you."
Ami searched hard for suitable words to say. "Umm...It's okay, I guess. Don't worry too much about it." She
stammered out.
Zoisite nodded, seemingly relieved. Then, he spoke again, reassuring her, "Don't worry either, Ami, this will
not change our friendship. I'm still willing to wait for your love." With that said, he patted her shoulder, and
walked out.
Ami watched him walk away. Someday......
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Tee hee...I'm a bit evil, I know, since I kind of left you hanging. But there's more upcoming, and with how I
update so frequently and regularly, you shouldn't complain!!
Yeah, anyways, REVIEW!!
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Disclaimers apply.
REVIEW!!!
* * *
Zoisite was true to his word. He did not pressure Ami to make any decision immediately. Ami's sharp, logical
mind had found a problem that it could not solve through analysis. Namely, what to do about Zoisite.
She certainly trusted him. Which was unusual enough in itself. Ami had never trusted anyone so completely
like that for seven years. But he gave her no choice but to trust him. He was dependable, understanding,
deeply loyal, and discreet. He had proven time and again that she could trust him with her life.
And she could certainly do worse. He was intelligent, friendly, caring, and very attractive. Many girls would
have loved to be in her shoes.
But she liked their close friendship as it was. She liked being his best friend. She liked being able to talk to
him about anything and nothing.
Would becoming his girlfriend do anything to change that?
~ ~ ~
16 March 2001
"I look absolutely ridiculous!" Ami complained to Zoisite. He laughed. "You look fine, do you remember all of
your lines?"
"Yeah, I went over them. But what in the world was Mr. Parker thinking to give such an utterly preposterous
assignment?!"
The two were headed to English class. The teacher, Mr. Parker, had decided that the students in the class
were not well-versed enough in Shakespeare, and had them break into groups of two, and draw from a hat
various famous scenes from Shakesperean plays, which they were to perform for the class. Today, it was
Ami and Zoisite's turn to perform a scene: the engagement scene of Portia and Bassanio from The Merchant
of Venice. For the occasion, Ami was dressed in a long, white dress, with a blue sash that brought out her
thick blue hair and sapphire eyes. Zoisite, for his part, wore tan slacks, and a long shirt that he belted, to
make it look like a tunic. The two walked in, and soon, were reciting their lines flawlessly.
Zoisite, in his role, read from a paper that sealed his engagement with his beloved, "You that choose not
by the view/ Chance as fair and choose as true! / Since this fortune falls to you, / Be content and seek no
new, / If you be well pleased with this / And hold your fortune for your bliss, / Turn you where your lady is /
And claim her with a loving kiss." Green eyes locked deeply with blue ones, and it seemed that it was no
longer Zoisite pretending to be Bassanio asking Portia, but that Zoisite was speaking directly to Ami, and he
whispered the next lines, his eyes never leaving her face. "A gentle scroll, fair lady. By your leave." And as
Bassanio kissed Portia at that point in the play, he gently took Ami's chin between his thumb and forefinger.
Ami's eyes widened, and she gasped as his lips gently brushed over hers. Loving, tender, sweet.
Ami had only been kissed once before, and it was the tragic experience that had occurred when she was 10
and had left her soul with scars. That kiss had been forced, and intrusive, and altogether disgusting. But at
this moment, when Zoisite touched his lips to hers, she felt a radically different sensation. It felt like those
lips that had been defiled and polluted by the would-be-rapist and pedophile, were now purified. Her mind
flew to another Shakespearean play, Romeo and Juliet, and the line "Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is
purged." Indeed, with this kiss, the dirt, the disgusting taste left from that awful first one seemed to finally
have left. Distractedly, she heard the class clap and cheer.
The next day, predictably, the entire story was out, and Ami was teased mercilessly by her friends. Finally,
after they, with a plentitude of knowing looks and nudges, left her alone to study her AP Chemistry notes in
peace, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She had just finished going over the first two sections when she felt a caressing hand gently run through
her hair. She turned to see Zoisite standing behind her.
"Ami, I'm sorry for yesterday." He said, although his eyes were glinting like bright green emeralds.
She gave him a piercing look and said matter-of-factly, "No, you're not."
He nodded. "No, I'm not. I admit it. I was not sorry for kissing you. I will never be sorry for kissing you. But,
I AM sorry that I embarrassed you."
Ami searched hard for suitable words to say. "Umm...It's okay, I guess. Don't worry too much about it." She
stammered out.
Zoisite nodded, seemingly relieved. Then, he spoke again, reassuring her, "Don't worry either, Ami, this will
not change our friendship. I'm still willing to wait for your love." With that said, he patted her shoulder, and
walked out.
Ami watched him walk away. Someday......
* * *
Tee hee...I'm a bit evil, I know, since I kind of left you hanging. But there's more upcoming, and with how I
update so frequently and regularly, you shouldn't complain!!
Yeah, anyways, REVIEW!!
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