I'm sorry it's been such a LONG time such I updated. School really got in the way…ahh lost most of the feeling I put into my stories . Um…try n enjoy…ideas, complaints n normal reviews are always welcome! Buh baiz
Chapter 12
Sakuno stared at him her eyes wide.
"What did you say?" she asked him. He leaned forward and looked at her seriously. He turned her so that her upper body faced him. He brought his face close to hers.
"Let me be the one. You don't know when your Ryoma is going to come back. Let me be the one to ease your loneliness."
What is this feeling? I feel shocked, and happy. Extremely happy, but why do I feel guilty? I know that deep down I'm really happy and want to accept this. He resembles the hero in my dreams. My hero, my prince. But I can't accept him just because he looks like someone else….but I want to..Doushiyou…
"Echizen-kun—" she was cut off when he pulled her head gently down to his chest and held her there.
"Don't be scared, don't feel guilty. I don't expect you to be happy, just don't feel lonely. Even if I'm not the Ryoma you're looking for, let me help you find him. Let me take away that loneliness, even if it's just for a while." He said.
No more lying to myself. No more denying. I'm going to accept her in any condition that she's in. I want her!
She sat trembling in his embrace. Her ear was pressed up against his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat loudly. He pushed her out gently. Her heart began to pound. He was looking at her with adoration, with something else his eyes that she'd never seen before.
Such deep words. I can't believe he's so young and he has so much wisdom. He's beyond his age.
She felt a chill when his warmth wasn't there anymore.
"Answer me, when you want to." He moved to stand up now that his headache wasn't as bad as before. He picked up his cap and left the room. She sat stunned for a moment.
What am I thinking? I am attracted to him. I hated him at first, but I feel this attraction, this connection to him He wants to be with me…
She stood up and ran out after him. Her small footsteps reached him, and she hesitated a second before reaching for his hand. He stopped and turned around to see her looking at the ground blushing, and clutching on to his hand. He gave her a dashing smile and pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and shivered.
The two stood in each other's arms for a long time, creating a perfect picture. Echizen was happy, but felt saddened because he knew that she would be holding back because he wasn't "the Ryoma-kun" she was looking for. He should be extremely happy knowing how much she treasured him before she lost her memories……but what if her memories never returned? She would forever hold onto that Ryoma. The person that she had loved would be by her side all the time, but she wouldn't know. She would continue to think that Echizen Ryoma was someone else.
"I'll be here for you. Always. When you miss Ryoma, just come to me. Hold me and think of him if you want, just don't keep it inside of you."
He's too nice. Why? Why would someone like him treat me so nicely? What have I done to deserve this? I yelled at him and ignored him, why?
"That's unfair…that's too unfair Echizen-kun." She spoke into his chest.
"It's not unfair. Sakuno…call me Ryoma." She looked up at him.
Ryoma? I know that his name is also Ryoma…but I just can't…
"It's ok. Don't worry about it." He said still smiling, but she could see some kind of pain in his eyes.
"Gomensai Ryo—Echizen-kun."
It's strange. I'm smiling at her. It's not a fake smile, because I really am smiling, but it feels pasted on. I'm finally with her but her heart belongs to…me. The me…Ryoma that she doesn't remember. It'll work. I've never felt like this towards anyone, nor have I ever done anything so grave…I'll make it work, somehow.
"Neh, Echizen-kun…can we go home? It's cold." At that she gave a sneeze. He removed his Seigaku jacket and gave it to her. After he motioned her to put it on, he tentatively touched her fingers, silently asking for permission. She replied by grasping onto his hand.
It was the blossoming of new love. Such simple and delicate actions were new and special to them. It turned the boldest and an open-minded person into a shy and quiet individual.
Out in the distance a pair of snake-like eyes surveyed them. The person turned around in anger.
"This isn't over yet. Not by a long shot."