Yes...It's that song again...

This is actually one of the first...if not the first scene...I wrote for this collaboration. It was inspired by the one-shot 'After the Festival' in Tsukuba Sakura's manga 'Land of the Blindfolded'. -Blush- I first read the manga because of the concept it was wielding. Anyone who knows me can make the distinction immediately. Heh... I'm such a freak...

Dedication: Zanisha, xAkix, & Astaldothelwen. I could have miscalculated, but methinks my most abundant reviews are from you three. Thanks guys. You make this worthwhile.

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If I had to keep one memory...one solitary moment that nothing could take from me... Just goofing around like usual... Who knew our hearts thought differently?

You're All I Need...

A faint breeze shifts between us, ruffling his silver strands along with my crimson ones. We had been laughing and playing around not seconds prior, but now, we sit in a strange silence. His shimmering aqua spheres had located mine and we had simply fallen still. Strangely, my breath wasn't slowing like I thought it would, and it is becoming harder to keep it steady. The lapping waves of sparkling turquoise continue their motions gently behind me, seeming curious about where this scene would lead.

He continues to hold my gaze for what seems like hours, though I savour every second. I've never felt this way before, and though this bizarre shaking deep within me is a little intimidating, I find myself longing to know where this unknown sensation will lead me. I hardly flinch as his gloved hand softly falls upon my cheek, his thumb stroking the streak of sand left from when he tackled me into the surf. Why he chose to caress my cheek, I don't know, but my heart reacts, my head leaning into his hand as though it were its saviour from the darkness.

Time slows down further, if that were possible, causing his lean-in towards me to take forever. I feel practically frozen in place, save for my increasingly pounding heart, which is now reverberating throughout me. Again, my body reacts without me and my eyes longingly shut, my deep gaze with this boy now shattered. But I can sense his entity now, and awaited this seemingly fated scene.

Everything remained in slow motion, as though hoping to imprint every second in my memory. His shuddering breath soon drapes over my mouth and neck as he draws ever closer. I can practically hear his heart pounding over mine, which makes me wonder what exactly he's feeling right now. I can feel our separation reach less than an inch and soon sense his lips graze my own. He hesitates slightly before taking me into an embrace that felt saturated in a passion unknown to us both.

I've faced people's worst nightmares countless times, and yet, only this Islander boy and this foreign sensation have been able to make me tremble and cause my spine to grow weak and seemingly disappear.

Is this what those psycho philosophers mean by the term…

Love…?