A.N.- What? No new reviews??? Guess it's cause of the simple fact that when you replace a chapter it doesn't show up in the update thingy. Oh well, that just means I have to rush this chapter. Hopefully it won't be too bad.
I'm also not using spell check anymore because copying it to Microsoft Word, then doing the spell check and having to ignore all the html tags is a pain in the @$$. It's mostly ignore once, ignore once, oh here's a mistake, ignore, ignore, etc. So if you notice any mistakes, that's why.
Our Past, Our Future
Chapter 17
By: Joey/Mai fan15
Hitomi walked out into the living room and saw Hayate was still sleeping in the fold out couch. A serene look was worn on his face and light pored from the window onto his face, making him stir to escape the bright intteruption. He still wore the jeans and shirt from last night. Normally she would have woken him up so that she could say goodbye before she went to school, but it was finally the weekend so she had him to herself all day.
She walked over to Hayate and sat down in the part of the fold-out couch that wasn't occupied and pulled the covers up to her chest, snuggling up next to his sleeping form. After turning on the TV, she turned it down to a volume that wouldn't wake Hayate up.
Hitomi watched the TV in silence, unconciously snuggling up into Hayate's warm body. She had longed to be like this for so long, sharing a bed with Hayate was now her idea of heaven. After a few minutes Hayate pulled her closer, still asleep.
Ever since the day that Hayate admitted his love for her she dreamed that this would happen, only that Ein would be consious. She shifted so that she was facing him, causing him to wake up, "Good morning."
"Morning, Ein," Hitomi caught Hayate's dissapointment, "What's wrong?"
"It's... nothing," replied Hayate as he diverted his vision to the TV.
Hitomi switched off the TV, "The same nothing that you had to leave for?" Hayate didn't reply making it apparent that she was right, "Ein, you can't keep this from me forever. It's obvious this hurts you, and I don't think you want to spend the rest of your life hurt like this. Tell me what's wrong, you're going to have to tell me anyways, why not now?"
"Hitomi... I can't. Please, try to understand," at this Hitomi got out of the bed, realizing how hypocritical it would be to stay there.
"Ein," she started off with and insisting tone, but it quickly changed to pleading, "Please, tell me. I need to know, how do you think we're going to build a relationship if I don't know what's wrong with you?"
Realizing that there was no avoiding this he decided to speak up about it, "First of all, my real name isn't Ein, it's Hayate. That's why every time you say my name, I get uncomfortable. I..." Hayate went on, not fearing if he lost her or not. After about ten minutes of talking, he got up to leave. Hitomi still sat there, stunned.
After closing the door, Hayate felt like collapsing. Tears wouldn't flow, he wouldn't let them. He decided to go back to his hotel room, he didn't know where to go from there. Back to Japan or to try and get a job back at the dojo. Sure, he hadn't officially lost Hitomi yet, but he thought there was a 99.9 percent chance that he would.
A few seconds later, Hayate regained his composure and headed downstairs to his car.
Back in the apartment, Hitomi looked out the window just in time to see Hayate drive away. She was silently praying that he wasn't leaving again. She still loved him, despite the fact that he wasn't who she thought he was. After all, when they first met they didn't know anything about eachother.
The moments they shared still had happened, the things they knew about eachother still were known, there wasn't a big difference at all. All that changed was he found out who he was, who his family was. They both knew that something like this was going to happen, eventually Ein... Hayate would find out who he really was, so Hitomi prepared for it. Apparently Hayate didn't.
She needed to see him again and honestly tell him that she still loved him. Most of all to keep him from leaving again.
Hayabusa hadn't opened up his shop for a few months now. The once extravagent Chinese vases were covered in dust and cobwebs, copper sculptures oxodised, Asian paintings faded, and bladed weapons were in need of sharpening and polishing.
More than half of his fighters had broken bones and needed to get back in shape. Ryu took it upon himself to make sure they would be back to normal. Right now he was still working on getting this task done. The ninja he was currently attending ot had a broken leg, "Just keep the damn thing still."
"You think this is easy? You try it," replied the ninja who was fidgeting uncontrolably.
"For such a great fighter, you complain a lot. And you can't hold still either, at this rate it'll never heal," replied Hayabusa, looking at the leg brace.
Ryu walked out of the building, frustration had overwhelmed him. He felt like breaking the ninja's other leg. Working at the curio shop again was what he wanted to get back to, and a delay this long would really break down buisness.
Another thing he wanted to get back to was his relationship with Ayane, but he didn't have the courage to. It was ironic that he could face Bankoutsu-bo without even trembling, but facing Ayane made his knees weak and heart ache with passion.
As if on cue, Ayane came into view as she ascended a large staircase. Hayabusa ran down and greeted her with a hug that she affectionately returned. As they released from their embrace Ayane smiled up at him, "So, how are things going around here? Did you get all the ninjas back into fighting condition?"
"No... not yet. I wish I had, I really want to open up the shop again," replied Hayabusa as he led Ayane up the staircase to the mountainside vilage where the Hayabusa clan resided.
"Ryu?" Ayane watched as he nodded his head, "When you asked if I would marry you a while back, I said no because-"
Hayabusa cut her off, "Ayane, it's alright. I wasn't thinking. I realise now that you aren't ready," he smiled, "I'll try again in a few years."
Ayane gleefully replied, "Good," realizing that she was in fact not ready for such a desicion, not to mention Hayate hadn't really put much thought into her relationship with Hayabusa and he might get a little overprotective about it.
Ayane and Ryu walked towards the village, paying all their attention to eachother and their surroundings. Cherry blossom leaves fell from the trees as the moon lit their way.
Hayate sat in his hotel room, as he had been doing for the past three hours. Scilence filled the room, only broken every thirty minutes by the air conditioning. Hayate rubbed his temples out of frustration.
He hadn't lost Hitomi yet but it was, as he thought, a safe assumption. His things were all packed, ready to return to Japan. Hayate wasn't as ready though, he was reluctant to leave although he thought it was probably for the best.
Rain began to pour as lightning lit the sky, and thunder crashed into his ear drums. He glanced out the window, down at the paved parking lot, two stories below. He could hear the rain drops bouncing off the pavement, the monotonous sound pattern lulled him into tiredness. Fighting the urge to go to sleep, Hayate walked over to the sink at the wet bar and washed his face.
Sitting back down on the bed, he turned on the tv and began to filp through channels. After finding a channel that suited him, he sat back and rested his head on the headboard of the bed. He payed only half attention to the movie that was on as he heard a car pull up in the parking lot, he walked over to the window and looked down to see Hitomi's father's car in the parking lot.
Half relieved and half dissapointed to see the car. A few minutes later he heard a knock at the door. Assuming it was Hitomi's father, he opened it. Hitomi appeared on the other side and walked in, "My dad told me where you were staying, he's waiting in the car."
Hayate walked into the bathroom and emerged a few seconds later with a towel. He handed it to Hitomi and she started to dry off, "Ein... Hayate, I still care about you. Like I said, this hasn't changed anything."
"It has to have changed something," replied Hayate as he sat back down on the bed, turning his attentin to the TV.
Hitomi walked over and sat down next to him, "Hayate, I still love you. Ein was just a phase, a change you went through. I still love you, I always will."
Hayate kept his pessimistic additude, which he had practiced for so long. He actually believed that she was lying. But another part of him, wanted her more than anything. The two parts of him argued inside his mind, but were interrupted by Hitomi, "If you don't feel the same way, I understand."
Hitomi began to get up, but was held down by Hayate, "I just need time to think about this, okay?"
"You've thought about this since the end of the second tournament. Isn't that enough time?" it was obvious to Hitomi that for Hayate, it wasn't, "I'm not leaving until you decide."
Hayate sighed and sat back against the headboard as Hitomi reached for the phone to call her father and tell him not to wait and she'd get Hayate to take her home.
Hayate droned out the rain, Hitomi's voice, and the TV. He was deep in thought, 'She still loves me? No, she just feels sorry for me. But that means she does care. No it doesn't, who wouldn't feel sorry for someone who just lost everything? I'll just take a chance.'
By now Hitomi had gotten off the phone and snuggled up next to him, he took her hand, "Hitomi, I love you too. It's just hard for me to believe that you still love me."
"I guess that's easy to beleive, if I found out that I wasn't who I thought I was I probably would have thought the same way," replied Hitomi as she pulled the covers over themselves. For the first time she and Hayate shared their first real kiss.
A.N.- Okay, like I said, this chapter is rushed so that no one forget's that thin fic is here. Sorry for the long wait. Also incase anyone forgot, chapter 16 is also up.
A.N.- Okay, like I said, this chapter is rushed so that no one forget's that thin fic is here. Sorry for the long wait. Also incase anyone forgot, chapter 16 is also up.
