HEY! Thankies to all who reviewed, I really didn't think this would fly. Now, because I just love you all soooooooooo much, here's Chapter three. Let's see what Nagi's up to at the flower shop…

Chapter 3: An Act of Stupidity

The wind whipped my face as I rode my blue mountain bike down the streets to the flower shop. I wasn't even a block away when I saw groups and groups of girls; squealing and screeching like startled bats. It was almost sickening and my stomach churned as I neared the floral shop owned by Weiss. I was the only one in black attire and would probably stick out like a sore thumb.

I was able to weave in and out of the girl groups and soon the squeaking of my breaks filled my ears as I stopped outside of the flower shop. Carnations, lilies, roses, poppies, hyacinth, tulips and many more flowers surrounded the small table and window. The red-haired one, who was frowning and seemed to be yelling at girls, was the leader: Abyssinian. The almost mousy one with blonde hair and blue eyes, who looked younger than me, was Bombay. Then the tall, playboy-ish blonde with chin length hair was Balinese. But no Siberian was around.

Bombay turned around and looked right at me, his face still smiling. I knew he would recognize me, despite the very odd makeup I used to mask myself, so I looked away as his face dropped and his blue eyes strained with fear. What was I thinking? He muttered something to Balinese and I jumped back on my bike, riding off the direction I had come, not wanting to wait around for what they planned to do to me.

Sadly, I began my long ride home. A voice in my head murmured what did you expect? That they would welcome you, an enemy, with open arms? I quickly dismissed it and prepared to go home and search for my missing Dir en Grey CD when I decided to take a left instead of keep riding straight.

I wound up riding through a large park, it's dirt trails perfect for biking. The trees gave me slight shelter from the glaring orange sunlight from the horizon. Up ahead was a large grassy soccer field where shouts came from. As I biked on, I noticed small boys playing and chasing a black and white ball. They had matching yellow and green jerseys, cleats, and knee-high sweat socks. They were only about 7 or 8 years old.

Finally, over all the nasally and high-pitched shrieks, I heard a deep and almost velvety voice. He yelled at the tiny children as he smiled and kicked the ball back over to them.

My head only crested his shoulders, though it was hard to tell from being so far away. I dismounted my bike and left it on the ground behind the tree as I watched Siberian from my hiding place. Suddenly, as I gazed at him from behind the cedar, I became self-conscious, as I never recalled being before. My eyeliner was probably all goofed up, my black lipstick blurred. I was dying from heat under my black trench coat, t-shirt and long pants, but I wouldn't be seen showing of my bleached skin. I could not, should not be seen by him.

As I repeated that in me head, I realized how beautiful he was. Sweat glided off of his brow and made his radiant skin glisten in the setting sunlight. Beads of moisture had gathered on his dark brown hair and gave him a halo as he shook it back and laughed. His laugh alone made me weak in the knees, and he being my enemy made my stomach churn and rise. My heart was already in my throat, beating loudly in my ears. My God, he was handsome… beautiful even, but I was wasting my time. Some how I wound up wasting another hour of my time watching him, because the children began leaving and he was left with the balls.

I chewed my lip watching him. Would he see me? I hoped not, I was quite comfortable in my pine sanctuary and if he did, what would I say? "Hey there Siberian, haven't fought you in a while, I would just like to tell you that I'm madly in love with you though I've tried to kill you a few times. Will you take me away and love me forever so that your leaders and mine won't find out?" I doubted that it would go that smoothly, yet as I watched him pick up the soccer balls in the bag and laugh about something unknown to me, I wondered. Was it possible that he loved me too?

I turned away panting. He took my breath away just by seeing him. I slid down the tree trunk to sit on the dirt ground. I did love him, didn't I? Remembering all those restless nights I spent staring up at the ceiling wondering about what these feelings were for my enemy, it felt as though he might also have suffered from that… however unlikely it was. That one thought comforted me.

But it was silly and juvenile, pathetic and ignorant, he never would and I was being idiotic to think so. If Crawford got mad and hit me for Tot, he'd slit my throat and leave me to wallow in my own blood if he found out about my love for Siberian, He always said, "Schrient was bad, but Weiss is worse and always will be." I never let him know why I didn't talk to him after he made that comment.

My thoughts and dreams were snapped back to reality by the sound of a breaking twig behind me. I jumped to my feet and whirled around to see Siberian in front of me.

I would have screamed but I was too shocked. I staggered backwards as heat and color rushed to my pale cheeks. He only stared at me with an eyebrow raised. Then, as his brown eyes met mine, he recognized me, and my mask that all humanity saw, never looking deeper. With shock plastered onto his wide-eyed face, he said in a very shaky and disbelieving voice, "N-Nagi?"

I didn't stick around to see what he would do to me, but something inside compelled me to do something I would later regret in my room, under my covers, crying. I swept up on my tiptoes and met his lips with my stained-black ones, in a very messy kiss.

He tasted good and made me dizzy, my stomach felt as if it were wrenched out of my body. I broke the kiss as I saw him blush and stare at me as if I were an alien only in the body of his archenemy. With out another word, I jumped on my bike, feeling the tears behind my eyes coming, I didn't want him to see me cry as I sped away towards home, sobbing as I rode my bike down the dark alleys, so resembling my heart. That was perhaps the stupidest thing I have EVER done.