Disclaimer: I do not own LH.
Background: I'm tired.
Author's Note: Tell me if I can write emotions well.
Keitaro Urashima was at the airport, and Naru Narusegava was after him.
As she sat fidgeting nervously in the taxi, she recollected what had happened. Just this morning, Keitaro was seen doing the weirdest thing. One his face was not plastered his trademark fake smile, but instead a look of apprehension stay on all day. Naru and Motoko had just brushed it off as him being unhappy at being a lousy pervert, and Su and Kitsune did not even care. Only kindhearted Shinobu had bothered to ask him if anything was wrong, but the ungrateful man had just sent her packing. She was seen crying in a deserted corner of the inn later.
Naru and Motoko were therefore, naturally angry, so they marched up to Keitaro's room, to force him to apologize to the poor girl. Of course, they had to bash him in as his punishment. However, when they knocked down his door, instead of a sour faced pervert sitting in the middle, they saw one lone letter in an empty room, which upon closer inspection was addressed to all residents of the inn.
Since it concerned the entire inn, they both took it down and called for a house meeting. The contents of the letter were mildly disturbing, written in surprisingly neat handwriting. As the letter was read, the residents could somehow feel a wave of coolness wash over them that chilled them to the bone. Everyone had her own opinions as to the contents. Naru volunteered to retrieve Keitaro. Before it was too late.
Somehow, Keitaro Urashima felt at peace.
It did not occur to him that he was abandoning his residents, or that he would be gone for sometime. All he knew was that he was leaving the hellhole that he used to call his home and the train wreck that he called his life. As he checked out his luggage, he briefly thought about what the girls would think when they saw his letter. He felt remorse at making poor little Shinobu cry, but it was the only surefire way to make sure everybody saw his letter.
Naru would probably fling it into the bin, Motoko would burn it, Kitsune would hold on to it, thinking that she could blackmail him on it when he came back, and Su would blow it up before the day ended. Only Shinobu would actually read it without any encouragement, but Keitaro wasn't too sure right then.
"They would probably say, 'Good Riddance!'", laughed Keitaro. But anyone who knew him would know that his laughter contained no mirth.
Keitaro Urashima had died.
Keitaro Urashima was a different man. One that was bitter, cynical, and intelligent.
Naru burst through the airport gates, and dashed towards the department hall. Her sixth sense told her she had not lost yet, and she did not intend to give up now. And as she neared the very last gate of all, she spotted the one man that she was looking for, and her heart leapt. She dashed towards the man, shouting, "KEITARO!"
The man froze in mid action, and the guard took his passport out of his hands. He turned, and Naru herself froze. The words that came out of him shattered her heart. The amount of venom, hate, and coldness stunned her. She staggered back under the force of the words, and felt the temperature fall way below zero.
"Leave. Me. Alone."
The man turned back to the guard, and as Naru stared at his back, she felt tears well up in her eyes. The man she had loved, had just cut off all ties with her. Even though she knew it would not last, she had hoped that Keitaro would forever be begging for her love, and that she would have total control over what transpired between them until she was ready.
Apparently, his patience had run out before she was ready.
She knew that she should not have hit him. She knew that she should not have insulted him. She knew that she should not have accused him. She should have known that time was running out.
As Keitaro took back his passport and made to walk through the gate, Naru mustered her courage, and yelled.
"KEITARO!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
The whole area fell silent. Somehow, everyone knew that the Keitaro was the centre of it all. Naru waited with bated breath.
Keitaro turned, stared her in the eye, and said. "Too late."
Naru broke down completely, her heart given out, and shattered. Deep down, she knew it was all her fault. But somehow, she could not believe it. She looked up, and saw the man slip out of her grasp forever.
Somehow, he did not feel any remorse nor regret over what happened.
So?