My first attempt at a s-CRY-ed fic... be nice and review...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
Warnings: Somewhat OOC.
"Ryuhou...?" a small voice said. Mimori had gone back to the mainland again, after being told she wasn't wanted by the same person she was currently adressing. She still cared for him, though, but all the same, she wasn't the little angel that she was before she left. Currently concealed in the shadows, she watched silently as the same, dark green haired man looked around.
"Mimori? You came back." he sounded...happy? She looked him up and down with her chesnut eyes, and sighed.
"Yes. I came back." she herself wasn't as open and caring as she was before leaving, in fact, she acted a lot LIKE Ryuhou now. It seemed like she didn't care about anything, and kept her emotions to herself.
"Why? After I was so...evil... to you, you came back...and to me?" he sounded a little worried now. The said girl stepped out of the darkness, her eyes blank, and her attire perfect, to show him what he'd done. It certainly did make him gasp. "W-what-?" he stuttered, looking her over.
The black haired girl was now wearing a plain black short-sleeved shirt, showing off her, now tatooed, arms. He legs were covered by a pair of black jeans, which had straps connecting the pant-legs together. She also wore a pair of, what looked like, boots, though they were high-heeled, and pointed slightly and the tip. Her black-polished hand swiftly came up and rested on the side of his face.
"You know, the things you said cut very deep." she finally became somewhat herself again. Her eyes, now soft, and looking into Ryuhou's own dark brown eyes, showed care, and love. She sighed again. "I never stopped loving you, you know"
"Mimori..." the male seemed at a loss for words. He had no idea. Mimori closed her eyes slowly, and removed her hand.
"I will be in my rooms. If you want to talk, or anything, come there." she said quietly, walking away to her apartment. Ryuhou stared after her. Suddenly he started. He WAS really sorry for what he had done. Now was his chance to heal Mimori's wounds.
Mimori sat quietly at her computer, doing random things, like hacking into random files, and deleting all of the records of her being there. She still had a few faded teartracks on her face, but she wouldn't cry again. No, she was stronger than that. She sighed again, and shut down her laptop, laying down on the couch. She stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before there was a knock on her door.
Standing up, she walked over, and noticed it was Ryuhou. She opened the door, peering at him with wondering eyes. He took a deep breath. This was it.
He walked foreward, and kissed her. It wasn't a long kiss, but it showed Mimori that he DID infact, care. He pulled away adn looked at her for a sign of rejection. She didn't. He smiled at her, the first smile she'd seen him convey in... well, forever. She hugged him, pulling him into her rooms.
"I'm sorry," he said, voice near a whisper.
"It's okay." Mimori replied, kissing him softly again and laying down on her bed, pulling him with her. "You need sleep. You look like you haven't been, come on." she said in explination. He nodded.
"Okay," he said, putting an arm around her waist. She sighed contently, dozing off.
"Love you..." the black haired girl murmered, snuggling into him. He smiled at her again.
"Love you, too..."
Sorry... I know... I suck.
Please review.