Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it… As usual J

A/N: Didn't get many reviews on chapter 3, so I really don't know if it was satisfactory… Well, thank you to Ale-chan and beriath!! J  Oh yes, Ale-chan, I have NO idea about all the questions you've asked me about White Day... hahaha.. I am very much so an amateur, and I'm only getting all that I'm writing from other fan fics!! J Plus, I haven't even been in Japan before, so count yourself lucky (as Momoshiro-senpai would say)!! I'm very much Canadian… so very sorry that I don't really know how to answer!! ^^ Oh yes… About OOC, I really don't know… I'm writing whatever comes to mind, and it HAS been four years!!

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When she opened her locker that morning, a small squeak came out of Sakuno's mouth.  A present? For ME? Her eyes opened wider, and an expression of shock completely overtook her face.  Shaking hands reached out to the present, and carefully, she unwrapped it.  Underneath the wrapping paper lay a beautiful satin box about the size of a photo.  Inside the box was a painting.  Sakuno stared at the painting that was painted so vividly.  It was her, sitting under the sakura tree, a light breeze whispering against her hair.  It was so beautiful she wanted to cry… How had this person captured my emotions so exactly, bringing me to life in a painting?  Then she saw the envelope.

Dear Sakuno,

You have been a part of me since you first walked into my life.  Words alone cannot describe how you make me feel, the joy it brings me when I see your smile, or the pain it causes me when I see you cry.  I wish you could love me as a I love you, but I know it will never be.  I want to wish you the greatest happiness in life, and please, keep the picture, because I want you to see your beauty.

Anonymous.

It was written with a bold, masculine hand, and the first thing that popped out of her mouth was a whispered Tezuka. Then she shook her head. No, it would never be him. It is better not to indulge in fantasies, for it will hurt all the more when you figure out the truth.

Unknown to her, there were two pairs of eyes watching her. One pair held jealousy, the other resignation, as they both said her name, as if testing it on their tongues. Who gave her that, and why has she been ignoring me? The jealous pair of eyes asked. What does she feel? Does she like it? Does she know who I am? The resigned pair of eyes asked. Sakuno's own eyes held wonder and surprise, but behind that happiness was a sadness that only love could take away.

The first bell rang, and all three of them left for their next classes, but each of them would be confused and questioning the rest of the day.

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            March 14, 2004

This morning I went to school even earlier than usual.  The reason? I suppose it must be obvious. The painting that I've been working on has finally been finished, and this morning, I decided that it was time that she received the only thing that I could give her.  From the distance I was standing from her locker, I could not see her expression when she opened the present and read my letter, but I've hoped and wished even through my denial that she would be happy.  The only thing I regret is not telling her who I am.  Perhaps, one day I will.  After all, I probably might never see her again after this year.  Maybe I should tell her and just see what happens… but can I find the courage within myself? Not only to tell her, but accept it and live on if she refuses me? I welcome sleep right now to my troubled heart.  Will it ever come?

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Something was eating away at him, but he did not know what.  It could not be jealousy, could it? Jealousy can't possibly feel like this.  Anyways, how can she even inspire enough feelings in him to make him jealous? But then, he had just admitted his problem, didn't he? It was her. Sakuno.  But why? He's never harboured any feelings towards her before, so why now?

It was the present.  Who had given it to her?  Sure, Sakuno had her fair share of admirers, but they would never go up to her, they just… watched her from far away.  So who was this new chapter in her life? What had this person left in her locker?  He must have been close enough to her to know her locker combination… And he had seen her face.  It was so full of… delight when she had opened the present.

He shook his head, and resolutely said to himself, repeating over and over again… I do not care.

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She was giddy. She was sad.  She didn't now what she really felt except for confusion.  All this waiting, it was making her lose her concentration in life. Should she tell him? That question echoed in her mind, pushing doubts into her mind.  She had made a decision.  She had told herself that she would never let him know her feelings for him, but could she be wrong? Maybe, just maybe, she could write him a letter… Just like the person who had given her one.

She reached out and removed the painting from her backpack.  It was so beautiful, but yet, it held such melancholy in it.  It was in her expression. Her thoughts, her feelings, they could be read so easily, even through the eyes of the painting.  Who was he? Why, of all people, would he like her, and ever spend such time to create such a work of art for her? Why did she feel such an odd sense of comfort when she had that letter close to her, when she looked at the painting?  It was too much for one day.  She climbed into bed, and within minutes, fell into a deep sleep provoked by too many thoughts running through her head.

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A/N: Hope everyone enjoys this chapter!! J I hope it is a good, long chapter, J-Windz. Well, longer than my other ones at least =9 The letter and journal entry must have seemed OOC to all you strict critics, eh? Well, review if you have the time, pleases and thank you's! J Oh yeah, I'm still wondering… Does anyone know how I can do italics??