Chapter 2 and 3 will both come out the same time as one. I originally intended this story to become a oneshot, but it was way too long so I turned into a short-drabble like story. Its nothing grande, but gives me something to do when I'm done updating Eternity Rising.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Scryed

But in the last year or so, there was something about her that I just could not ignore.

She was a beautiful girl. Her long brown hair went past her waist, sometimes braided, in a poneytail, or whatever way she feels like putting it up during the day. Sometimes it would come down anyway, and she would just leave it.

Kanami was not as tall as me by any means, she was taller then when I first met her, but she was over a head shorter then I was. She wore a white sundress, with an apron over it while she worked in the kitchen, and I noticed how many times it took her to tie the sash around her waist to get it tight. She was thin, not sickening skinny, but thin and in shape.

If I had simply glanced at her in the street, and had not met her before, I would have thought she was gorgeous.

Of course it did not help matters that the other men in the village were constantly trying to ask her out. Never in my presence however, even though they did not know I was an Alter. I always tried to maintain a dark, intimadating aura much like Ryuho did. It annoyed me...no, more then annoyed me...really pissed me off every time another guy tried to ask her out. She had even been proposed to twice, something I only found out by listening to the old ladies down at the refugee center.

She smiled at me.

"What 'cha looking at?" she asked, "You seem to be in a good mood."

"Oh yeah."

It was starting to make her uncomfortable that I was looking at her like that. Sometimes she would catch me staring at her, and it seemed that she was always wondering why I was staring at her with such a dazed look.

"Kazuma, are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine, why?"

"You seem a little dazed."

"Maybe." I said, "Say Kanami, when did you stop calling me Kazu-kun?"

She stared at me a moment, a little confused, "I don't really remember. A year after Ryuho, Mimori-san, and the others joined us I think. It was a little childish, and you never liked it."

"I was always such a whiner, wasn't I?"

"That's alright, you've had a hard life."

"So have you, and you don't complain."

She smiled brightly at me a moment, taking me by surprised, "That's because I have nothing to complain about."

I stared at her moment, still slightly shocked about what she told me. I then stood up,

"Kanami?"

"Yes, Kazuma?"

She did not even look away from the stove. I was standing next to her, staring at her sternly as she turned to look at me. Her smiled fadded as she turned off the stove.

"What is it, Kazuma? What's wrong?"

"It pisses the hell out of me every time another guy askes you out."

"Huh?" she stared at me.

"I'm really tired of going to the ref center and hearing about someone else proposing to you." I said, "Why don't you leave me and find someone better?"

She shook her head, "How could you even ask me that, Kazuma?"

"Damn it Kanami!" I yelled, slamming my fist on the counter, "Why are you always so...so-"

I stopped. I could not even think of a what I wanted to say to her.

"Kazuma?"

"Hm?"

I gasped as she turned around, laying her hands on my face, I felt her lips gently brush against my cheek. I gapped at her as she smiled back.

"I already love someone else."

I stared at her a moment, unable to reply back to her. So I did the only thing I was good at.

I took action.

Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her, my hands running threw her long hair. It was so different being there with her, like it was something I was destined to do.