Well some nice people emailed me about finishing this story. I felt kinda off put for a while cause of lotsa things but you all don't need to hear about that! I'm doing this for those really nice people who said they wanted me to finish it! And of course I still love Flame of Recca, I wish there was more
Anyhow recapping, Recca and Yanagi are all forgiven and forgetting now. But Fuuko still has loose ends.
I'm tempted to have Fuuko fight Mikagami, I'd love to know who'd win. Even though I tend to think Mikagami would, I'd like to imagine that Fuuko's tenacity, intuition would eventually over come him :P hah hah.
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Graduation Day.
Graduation hats were thrown into the air late in a late autumn after noon. The cherry tree blossoms falling softly but in grand numbers to the floor as it usually did around this time.
(actually I have no idea hah hah)
Students talked amongst themselves excited about finishing high school, apprehensive about their future and sad at leaving friends. Promises of forever friendships were exchanged and people parted ways.
Amongst the crowd of well wishers a single girl looked anxiously through the crowd. She had a rundown photo in one hand and her graduation book in the other.
She seemed to be waiting for him, as if knowing with out any reason why, that the man in the photo would return here on this day. She had no reason to think he would come... come perhaps to say congratulations... to say hello, or even... perhaps good bye..... ... on his own parting he barely said a thing, she only saw him drive away.
She watched from a far as the girls gathered around his car. She could not blame him for leaving the way he did, but... he could have at least said good-bye to them... ... to her...
The last students soon left and she stood there alone on the rooftop on which she spoke his name aloud to her friends.
Minutes past, and soon it was almost and hour. She berated herself, how foolish of her to think that even after the all the incidents a year ago between them all could have formed some stronger bond between them all. I mean if a guy could not bond with them after life and death situations, then what hope was there.
But she was so sure... that he cared even a little about her... if he had to ask for her forgiveness...
--------- "Forgive me. Fuuko." ------------
But she quickly erased the thought; it was like a lifetime ago anyway.
She laughed a little; she always wondered what it would have been like to fight him...
... too bad she would never find out.
She looked at her fuujin and looked proudly at the main Kaze' crystal she had gained recently.
"Hmph, I'm sure if I could beat Raiha... he'd be a piece of cake." She awarded herself the victory with out the battle.
She then looked at the photo one last time and then let it go into the wind to join the falling cherry blossoms. She sighed, but then she smiled.
She could leave now; perhaps now she could be over him... he was gone after all...
She turned and left with a soft smile on her face.
...... good bye.....
--------- 5 minutes later..... -----------
A young man walked slowly to the school grounds...
He pushed the school gates open and walked towards the front of the school. He looked up a little.
His attention leading him to the top of the roof... he smiled a little at the memories there. He never said anything about he recalled the little bunch of renegades he'd see on the roof from his quiet lunch spot on the school grounds. No one could really make them out but everyone knew that the roof was reserved for three crazy monkeys and one sweet princess.
He put one hand in his pocket and sighed again. He knew he should have visited at an early date. Perhaps he should have even been at their graduation..... but somehow he felt the memories of girl groupies would irritate him while here.
He was about to turn when he noticed a worn image lying a little under gathering cherry petals.
He leant down slowly and plucked it up.
Upon seeing it he paused heavily... but then smiled... not because of the condition of the photo but because of whom it contained and when it was taken......
She was smiling, battered and torn as she looked after the tournament, she was still smiling, her arm linked onto his. He was not as excited as her in the photo, but then again who could be livelier than her? But he was... some how elated in the photo.
He found himself laughing to himself.
He turned around to leave, the photo in one hand...
A bouquet of red roses in the other...
....... And we all know that red roses are for love....
--------------------- THE END! Finally! Yay! Well we all know who the roses are for I DON'T need to say it!
Thanks to those who really wanted me to finish it. I'm not sure if it flowed with the past chapters because I haven't updated this in ages, but I thought after the last chapter there needed to be a reprieve... time had to pass and Fuuko getting a confession so soon after the fact would be tacky and done to death like I did in my other fic and every other fic :P
Anyway I hope you enjoyed it!
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