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Disclaimer: No I don't own Sorcerer Hunters. Because if I did, Tira would have married Marron and had cute little shoujo Clamp style kiddies with big eyes and even bigger hearts. Like Hikaru from Magic Knights Rayearth!



Can A Broken Heart Mend?

Chapter Three




"This isn't fair," Carrot whined. "How come Tira and Marron get to go on vacation and the rest of us have to work?"

Chocolate didn't add anything verbally but the look on her face agreed with Carrot's complaint, I noticed as I snapped my suitcase closed. Then I looked over at Marron who was already packed and ready to go but looked torn by the ongoing drama.

Mille Feuille spoke before I could find something diplomatic to say. "I am so hurt," He looked almost comically wounded as he clutched his chest and stared at Carrot. "My beloved Carrot doesn't want to spend any time with me."

That's all it took for Carrot and Chocolate to be diverted. Carrot was sputtering and Chocolate was yelling that Carrot was Her beloved, not his. Mille made a tiny gesture behind his back for Marron and I to leave. Never one to miss an opportunity, I dragged Marron off as the lovebirds composure deteriorated and they set upon each other with vengeance.



Third Person POV:



Mille watched the two leave with a smirk. If only the two knew what Big Mama had in store for them. Mille supposed it was a good thing otherwise the two might refuse to go or to stay and that might create a real problem.

So in other words, Mille waved them off cheerfully as chaos reigned in the background. Carrot and Chocolate fought behind him, oblivious to everything around them.

Marron couldn't help but take a peek at the scene behind him. "Why do I get the feeling we'll regret leaving?"

Tira had been feeling the same niggling doubt. "I think we'll know that sooner than later, Marron."

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Tira's POV:



I stood outside Marron's door. I took a deap breath and knocked on his door that hung a bit ajar.

"Come in," Marron called.

I poked my head in. "Done unpacking?"

"Yes." Marron, who was standing at the window, turned towards me as he spoke.

I stood with uncertainty in the doorway. "Want to head out to the beach for a bit?"

Marron thought for a second then nodded. I smiled in relief, "Great!"

So here we were at the beach. The sun was shining, the water was a sparkling blue and the sand was white and almost blinding. It was breathtaking beautiful and brought to mind all the cliches about paradise. The temperature outside was warm, not unbearably hot, just the way I liked it.

It was too early in the season to have attracted people and so this stretch of beach was sparsely populated, thank goodness. I laid down my towel and set up the umbrella that would protect Marron's fair skin from the harshness of the sun. I didn't care as much since I wanted a little bit of a tan. I'd been spending too much time in forested areas or inside and my skin was reflecting the lack.

I was a little uncomfortable in my swimsuit. It was a white two piece but rather dull compared to the racier costumes of the other bikini clad girls on the beach. I hadn't been out on the sands for more than ten minutes before I started missing the weight and concealment my robe gave to me.

I think Marron noticed and that's why he smiled then said. "You look lovely, Tira."

And that's when my heart did a slow turn and my stomach flopped. I managed to squeak out. "Thank you." I cleared my throat. "I'm glad you're here with me, Marron."

"The same is true for me," His golden eyes were warm as he stared into my eyes.

I cleared my throat then turned away, as I was uncomfortable with the turn the conversation had taken. Seeing this, he dropped the subject and asked me a question on magical theory.

Enthusiastic, I replied and rambled on for a few minutes. He made agreeing sounds every once in a while. I was simply happy being able to converse with someone who knew what I was speaking about and not being interrupted. But soon enough the sounds ceased and I looked down as I asked Marron a question. But he was asleep and I just laughed a little. I covered him up with a blanket in case he got cold and let him have his nap.

I pulled out a book and let the my interest fade about the world around me fade as the written word caught my attention. The perils of the heroine, Pear LaCreme, as she was held in thrall by her captor, French Fry, caught me and it took a slight cough to make me look up.

Marron was looking at the cover of my book and I blushed, embarassed that Marron had caught me reading a romance novel. I shut it hurriedly and stuffed it into my beach bag.

"Why are you reading that?" Marron asked me.

I searched his eyes but I couldn't see if he was judging me or not. "It's a girl thing."

Marron's lips quirked. "The all encompassing excuse."

"I don't know if I can explain it," I justified my weak excuse. "Most girls crave romance like boys crave adventure. It's a normal woman's lot in life to marry and have children so the human race can survive. But in order to be married one has to love the other person enough to stand living with them for the rest of their lives."

Marron said softly. "And so romance was born."

"Exactly," I confirmed with a nod.

Marron asked me again, "So why are you reading it?"

"I have dreams of someday having those things, Marron." I said honestly. "So what's the harm in pretending for a little while that I have them. To be a normal girl for once."

Marron looked away. "But you were never a normal girl."

"Yes," I replied. "And sometimes I wish I was."

Marron looked back at me. "I was never normal either."

"You were better than normal," I told him. "You were the one that had the intelligence and a quickness to learn that they all envied. I still feel that you are the best of us, Marron. Don't forget that."

His eyes were pierced me through to the soul at that moment as he searched for any lies. I gave him the truth he sought in my eyes until his expression relaxed. His eyes dropped as his hand enclosed mine in a warm grip.I'm still not sure how long we sat on the beach clasping each others hands as the day waned. All I knew is that at that moment I needed the reassurance of another presence as much as he did so I held tightly to his hand. And I didn't let go.