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Chapter 14
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(Kiba's P.O.V)
When I got upstairs, I felt energized. Even though my body was limp and tired from hours of football, my mind was still sharp and focused. I didn't know how long the feeling would last, Hana's role no doubt being critical and unpredictable, but I used it. I had a lot of things I needed to fix. The first of which presented itself to me the moment I opened the door to my dorm room.
"Hey, Hinata," I greeted.
He turned to acknowledge me from his desk and nodded. "You went to the game?" she asked.
"Yeah. Listen, I want to apologize for the way I acted yesterday," I said, walking towards her and standing in the center of the room.
"Don't mention it," Hinata said, dismissively. She turned back to her desk and returned to her homework.
"Wait," I insisted.
Hinata leaned back in her chair and rolled her neck theatrically before standing from her chair. She moved to the edge of her bed and sat down. "What?" she asked.
Sitting down on my bed opposite of her, I said, "I was a complete dick yesterday. I didn't mean what I said. I'm really sorry." Hinata had her arms crossed and was staring at the floor between us as I continued, "You're like a sister to me, man."
Hmm. Weird sentence if you put it in context.
Hinata started nodding her head, still staring at the floor before looking up at me. "And you're like a brother to me," she responded.
Yeah, definitely weird.
I stood up and motioned for Hinata to join me. She pushed himself off the bed and stood up in front me. I wrapped my arms around her back and hugged her. Reluctantly, she returned my hug as I gently patted her on the back.
"Now don't get all sappy on me," she said, pulling away.
We laughed and talked about the game for a short while before I moved to my desk.
With one obstacle out of the way, I had a lot of catching up to do with homework. I'd have to catch up later on some of the homework but some of my classes had online schedules that I could check and see what I needed to do. It turned out to be less work that I thought it would be.
After some beers and an hour or so of playing Street Fighter with Hinata, I tried to fall asleep. As was my normal sleeping ritual, I plugged my ears with my expensive bass thumping earbuds and listened to my favorite Pandora station on my phone.
I wasn't sure if it was normal behavior or if it was unique to me, but I often did my most critical thinking when I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep. It was unfortunate, as a highly active mind is slow to fall asleep; nevertheless this was my way. My eyes were closed as I listened to the music, my mind revisiting the events of the day.
I mentioned previously that I had once gone through a similar ordeal with depression and how Hinata had pulled me out of it. It seemed that, once again, he had helped me. Whether intentionally or inadvertently, spending a lazy evening playing video games with Hinata lifted my spirits.
My thoughts branched out, expertly weaving through possible outcomes, and I committed myself to returning to class the following Monday.
As the familiar sounds of electronic music blasted away in my ears, I also thought of Hana. Of course, she also played an important role in my mental gridlock. Whether I liked it or not, I needed her in my life and likely always would. I was happy that we were on speaking terms again but again felt the familiar, bittersweet pangs of sadness from the realization that I could never truly have her. It was clear to me, as my thoughts veered and speculated on possible futures, that without Hana, I would never be truly happy.
My eyes were feel heavy with fatigue as an unfamiliar song started to play. The music started with a light, synthetic melody thumping in the background as a female vocalist began to sing:
I keep reaching,
But you're not reaching back
The song had an interstellar tone to it that I found intriguing. It sounded like something from, literally, out of this world. Moreover, the female vocalist sounded like she was singing from very far away, although her words were clear and easily discernible. I was immediately pulled into a world of euphoria as I listened to a song unlike any I had heard before.
At the end of each verse, the vocalist's voice hung on the last word, each syllable agonizingly pushed and dragged up and down the musical scale until she ran out of oxygen. The vocalist was singing to her distant lover, I realized, describing how she felt a million miles away from him yet right next to him. The rest of the lyrics were more of the same, as is typically the case with electronic music, but as the song progressed, the sweet, charming melody progressed into a chorus that can only be described as powerful.
At first, I thought the song was trance or a similar sub-genre; but the song seemed to be melding seamlessly between various electronic genres, including trance, house and even dubstep. But unlike other versions of dubstep that I'd heard in the past, the wobbly bass noises that could scarcely be called music, this song's use of dubstep was beautifully fused into the music, only making it more poignant and powerful.
As the tragic, cinematic sounds of the chorus played on, the vocalist begged the question, "Why are we worlds apart?" over and over again.
As the song came to a close, my fatigue was replaced with resonating interest, as was typically the case when I heard a good song. Admittedly, the lyrics confused me at first. I looked at my phone and discovered the song was called "Worlds Apart" by Seven Lions. I opened the YouTube app on my phone and searched for the song.
After listening to it again and analysing the lyrics more critically, I speculated that the song was a love poem between the moon and the ocean. I found the simplicity of the concept to be simultaneously charming and gut wrenching. I thought of how dejected it would feel to float in space so close to the one you love, but be trapped in an orbit that's out of your control, to be so close yet forever out of reach. The poem's simple yet tragic use of personification struck a chord deep within me, and I felt my eyes begin to water.
It was shocking to discover such a song. The message the song represented, although otherworldly and science fictional in form, was so strikingly similar to my situation with Hana that I felt overwhelmed with emotion. How could a song like this possibly exist? I wondered. I turned over in my bed and quietly sobbed into my pillow, unable to suppress my sorrow any longer.
Initially, after reading the lyrics, I was naive enough to think that the words were from my perspective, that it was me who was reaching out to Hana. As I listened to the song again and again, I realized I was mistaken.
From the very beginning, it was Hana who insisted that she had missed me, the words 'I've wanted this' echoing in my head. It was Hana who had sneaked into my bedroom after I explained to her that our relationship wouldn't be possible. It was Hana who dragged me around that mall and lured me into that dressing room. It was Hana who insisted that I make love to her in that dimly lit closet. It was Hana who had clung to me for months, despite everything I had told her.
The vocalist's words were full of sadness and despair as she mourned her distant lover. It was Hana who was singing the words, not me, I realized. Did Hana feel similarly despaired and hopeless? I dreaded, the tears freely rolling down my face. What have I done?
I was overwhelmed with fear and guilt as I realized the grave error I had made. I never should have pushed Hana away and if the past few weeks had been any indication, then I clearly needed Hana as much as she needed me, if not more so.
She's not reaching out anymore, I realized. A troubling question passed through my mind as I came to terms with my horrible, foolish mistake: Has Hana given up on me?
The two of us were soulmates and she had been reminding me of that fact for months now and I had systematically rejected her at every turn. In my efforts to make Hana's life easier, by keeping my distance from her, I was accomplishing exactly the opposite. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I ridiculed myself.
As I lifted from my bed and sat down on the edge, I realized Hinata was awake, staring at her phone. I wasn't sure if she had been awake the whole time or if my sobs had woke her up.
As if Hinata had been reading my thoughts, she said, "She's just down the street, man."
"I'm going to go get her," I said with confidence.
Usually I slept in in my underwear, so I fumbled with my shoes for a few seconds before realizing I didn't have pants on. After a few deep breaths, I put on a clean shirt and some jeans and slipped on the closest shoes I could find: my red sneakers.
"Good luck," Hinata cheered me on as I stormed out of the dorm room.
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(Hana's P.O.V)
I was lying in bed, staring at my phone as my new roommate Ino slept on the other side of my small dorm room. I didn't think she liked me very much as I had been pretty emotionally unpredictable over the last couple weeks. I loved college; I loved all the stuff you could do and how busy I was all the time, but sometimes I just felt sad about how things were going with Kiba.
I was certain Kiba would get over the whole 'incest is wrong' nonsense after what had happened at the party, but if anything, it had only made things worse. I was disappointed, of course, but how could I be angry at him? I instigated the whole thing after all, texting Robert and suggesting that he dare Kiba to drag me into the closet. You can do a lot of damage from a cell phone, apparently. The next morning, I "dumped" Shino, of course. I marked that failed attempt at making Kiba jealous as failure number two. Shino was a nice guy, but he wasn't Kiba.
Then he lied to me, said he "didn't remember." Of course he remembered, it was unforgettable. We promised to never keep things from each other, yet he lied to me. Obviously he was trying to be valiant and noble and all that, but who cares about all that? I just wanted him!
It felt different after our conversation in the cafeteria that morning. Before, I felt like I could just play along until he got over it and saw what I saw. But after the party, after the cafeteria, he seemed to be keeping to his word to stay away and it hurt me. I couldn't bear the thought of rejection again so I distanced myself from him. That is, until I texted him earlier this afternoon. I couldn't help it, I missed him.
It was late, shortly after midnight, when I heard loud knocking on the door, five quick knocks followed by two slow knocks. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I realized it was Kiba at the door.
"Stay in bed Ino, I'll get it," I said, climbing out of bed.
I was wearing one of Kiba's old t-shirts as a nightgown as I walked towards the door. I opened the door and found Kiba standing in the hallway, breathing heavily. It was barely above freezing outside, and he wasn't wearing a jacket. Did he run all the way here? I wondered.
"Can we talk?" he asked, catching his breath.
"Sure," I said, walking outside the room and closing the door behind me. The old t-shirt extended well past my waist so I wasn't too concerned with modesty.
When I closed the door and turned towards Kiba, he immediately grabbed the curve of my lower back and pulled me into his arms. Before I had a chance to think, his mouth was on mine, kissing me.
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(Kiba's P.O.V)
I couldn't help it, seeing her long auburn hair running over her shoulders as she stood wearing one of my old, stupid t-shirts, I plunged at her like an animal and pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
Hana yelped from my suddenness but quickly wrapped her arms around my neck and returned my kiss. I kissed her lovingly and adoringly as I held her, trying to express my true love for her in ways I knew words would fail. As was her way, she opened her mouth and rubbed her tongue against my lips, inviting my tongue to join hers. God, I loved it when she did that. Without hesitation, I met with her tongue with mine and ran my hands down her body and cupped her ass with my hands. I was getting dizzy with lust from the taste of spearmint toothpaste in her mouth and the smell of her watermelon shampoo. I gave her panty clad ass one last squeeze, pulling her into my crotch, and pulled away.
"Sorry," I said, panting.
Hana's face and lips were flushed as she pulled down on her t-shirt and nervously looked left and right down the hallway to see if anyone had spotted us. After confirming we were alone, she bit her bottom lip and started up at me, her eyes revealing her desire for more.
I grabbed her around the waist, over the baggy t-shirt, and pulled her towards me. "Hana," I explained. "I'm sorry."
Hana squinted her eyes, turning her head in curiosity, and stared at me for a few moments before asking, "Sorry for what, exactly?"
I took a breath and tried to focus my thoughts. "I'm sorry for pushing you away."
I paused for a moment, trying to organize the words in my head before I spoke again. "I thought it was the right thing to do, for you. I was wrong - I know that now, and I just can't see myself living without you, Hana."
Hana covered her mouth with the back of her fist as tears ran down her cheeks.
"I'm in love with you. Can you forgive me?" I pleaded.
Hana pulled her hand away, bobbing her head up and down. "Yes," she cried, wrapping her arms around my back and hugging me. "Yes!"
I hugged her back and held her in my arms for a long time. Eventually, she pulled back and smiled up at me.
"My dear little brother," she said, "Kiss me."
With my right hand supporting her lower back, my left hand gently wiped the tears from her face as she smiled up at me. With the back of my fingers still caressing her face, I moved my face closer to hers as she met me halfway.
I kissed her tenderly on the lips, trying to convey my contrition by allowing her to control how quickly things were going to go. Our kiss was gentle and full of love but eventually, under no control of my own, our kiss progressed into a french kiss. It was still slow and gentle as our tongues danced between our mouths. I could have kissed her like this for hours but after what was only a few minutes, Hana pulled away.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her dorm room. The room was mostly dark, just a small amount of moonlight shined in through the window. She turned around when we got inside, closing the door, and pushed her lips onto mine. I hungrily returned her kiss as she guided me with her arms. We moved across the room, connected at the mouth, to her bed and continued our passionate kissing as we sat down. I was vaguely aware of seeing a lump on Hana's roommate's bed. Perhaps it was Ino, sleeping, but I didn't care.
I had immensely missed the feeling of her wet, sloppy mouth on mine and soared into a world of euphoria as Hana lured my tongue between her lips. We stopped, briefly, to catch our breaths before I pushed her onto the bed and attacked her again. Hana hands were on the back of my head, swirling my hair in her fingers, as our faces were angled for easier access. Our mouths were agape, willingly and relentlessly exchanging saliva like the horny teenagers we were.
Eventually we scooted up and were lying horizontally down the length of her twin sized dormitory bed. Hana started moaning into my persistent lips as my hand started roughly massaging her bra clad breasts over the baggy t-shirt, the "Mmm...Mmmm" of her moans vibrating against my lips. But I was no imbecile, I was fully aware that under my old t-shirt that Hana now used as sleeping attire was a tight, slender body with large, perfect breasts that could cure a man's blindness.
I pulled away from Hana's lips and stared down at her. The curtains of the dorm room's only window parted in the middle allowing moonlight to shine off Hana's hazel eyes. Her lips and chin were glistening in our combined spit, her eyes and facial expression full of lust and need.
I quickly rolled off Hana and pulled her by the armpits to a sitting position. Hana lunged at me, again, and plunged her tongue between my lips. With both hands, I pulled the t-shirt up from under her but she was sitting on it, causing the material to stretch in my fingers. Unwilling to compromise, I yanked the shirt up as hard as I could, the force causing Hana's body to lift off the bed momentarily. Now unpinned, I pulled the shirt up her body, breaking our heated kiss.
Hana reached behind her and unclasped her bra and tossed it on the floor before I pushed her back onto the center of the bed and devoured her left nipple. The small, eraser sized nub was already hard before I started lapping at it with my tongue. My right hand immediately went to her right breast, squeezing and fondling the spongy flesh between my fingers as Hana moaned and pulled my head into her chest.
My mouth still suckling on Hana's left nipple, my right hand began to climb up her body. My fingers grazed over the soft skin of her shoulder and collarbone before climbing higher and caressing the delicate features of her face. I felt the the wetness of our combined saliva on her chin before I slipped my index and middle fingers between her lips. I felt the friction of Hana's teeth against my fingers as I continued to suckle on her breast. Eventually I moved my right hand to my side to steady myself.
Hana's right breast felt cold on my lips as I switched to her equally sensitive right nipple. Hana started moaning unabashedly as I lightly scraped at the small nub between my teeth. My left hand groped her left breast, my fingers leaving marks in the yielding flesh with each contraction.
Hana's body spasmed as I slid my left hand down her slender body and ran a finger over her panty covered slit. Her panties were lace, I discovered, and after several movements up and down the soft material, I easily pushed the material to the side and inserted a finger inside of her. She was soaking wet.
"Mmmm, yes!" Hana roared as I pushed my middle finger inside of her as far as it could reach and arced my finger into her velvety walls.
"Oh, baby brother!" Hana screamed, "I'm cumming!"
She always came quickly when I played with her breasts.
I continued to work her nipple between my lips and teeth while my finger pounded her pussy, the movement creating a wet squishing noise.
Eventually I eased my manipulations of her body and Hana's breathing slowed. I vaguely remember hearing a door opening and closing, but I didn't care. Hana was my whole world. I'd been the only obstacle in our relationship and I certainly wasn't going to let someone else get between us now that I realized my error.
I fondled Hana's breasts and kissed her neck for a few minutes as she came down from her orgasm.
"I love you, Kiba," Hana said.
"I love you too, Hana," I responded, the words carrying more meaning than ever before.
I emphasized every syllable but love wasn't going to make me cum. I separated from Hana and pulled her panties down and off her legs before standing up and disrobing.
Hana was still lying horizontally on the bed, now as naked as the day she was born, as I climbed over her. With my knees on each side of her, trapping her arms against her, I kneeled over her face and guided my fully erect cock to her lips. Hana's mouth opened as I pushed the first few inches inside and moved it in and out between her lips. Her cheeks inverted from the suction created from my cock sliding over her tongue and into her mouth.
Her jaw strained to accommodate my girth and I pulled out until only the head remained while she licked at the slit like a lollipop. I grimaced from the feeling of simultaneous pleasure and pain that I was starting to grow quite fond of. Eventually I pushed back in and fucked her mouth for several minutes. I didn't want to cum like this, though, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth, the removal of suction creating a loud 'plop!' sound as it popped out.
As I steadied myself over her, Hana licked and kissed at the head of my cock. Eventually, I climbed off Hana and stood near the bed.
I rotated Hana's body so she was facing down and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Hana, recognizing my urgency, lifted her ass into the air and got on her knees. I kneeled down behind her and licked at and between her pussy lips, causing her body to twitch from my touch. I needed to savor her taste before I made love to her.
Finally, I got on my feet and lined up my cock over her wet slit. "Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yes! Put it in me!" Hana begged.
Hana let out a gasp followed by a moan as I slowly impaled her.
I started slow, penetrating her hot pussy with caution. I was thick and knew she would need time to get used to it. She was incredibly tight and a moan escaped my mouth as I felt her warmth envelop me. Her pussy was unyielding but her juices were plentiful and her walls slowly stretched to accommodate my fat dick.
"Fuck, you feel so good!" Hana cried as I bottomed out inside of her.
I reached forward and pushed down on her upper back as I started my slow motions in and out of her wet pussy.
"Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!" Hana cried out as my hips began to steadily slap against her ass. Her tight grip was massaging my dick like a glove as it moved in and out, the deep penetration causing our genitalia to make wet, suction noises. My head was buzzing from the overload of pleasure and I felt my orgasm rising in my groins.
With my hand still on her upper back, I pushed her harder into the mattress, forcing her head onto its side, and started aggressively pounding her. Hana grunted each time I impaled her moist cavity, the "Ohh..Uhh..Uhh" of her grunts filling the room.
My hips were slapping into her ass faster as I felt my impending climax overpower me.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I moaned as I slammed my pelvis into her as close as I could. My hips jerked violently as I shot multiple streams of sperm directly onto Hana's cervix and into her womb. I eased the pressure I was putting on Hana's back and pulled her ass cheeks apart with both hands as I looked down at where we were connected. I pumped into her several more times after emptying my load, the motions pushing my semen into her further. I stared down at her pussy as it contracted and stretched around my cock, milking it dry.
As I came down from my climax, I looked down at Hana. Her upper back had a red hand mark where I had been holding her down. I panicked as I realized I might have hurt her.
"Sorry about pushing you," I apologized. "Are you okay?"
Hana looked over her shoulder at me, my hard cock still deeply embedded in her pussy, "Don't apologize, baby, that felt amazing. Stay hard for a little longer, I'm about to cum," she insisted.
Hana pushed her body up with her hands and supported herself on her knees and elbows as she started moving her hips back and forth against me, impaling herself against my cock. I didn't know she expected me to will my cock to stay hard but her rapid pumping was certainly helping.
She was in full control as she fucked my overstimulated cock over and over again with urgency.
"Shit, shit, shit," Hana chanted as her orgasm approached. "Ooohhh, fuck," she moaned, her pussy clamping down and massaging my dick inside of her. I had to bite my hand as she came on my sensitive cock.
Afterwards, Hana slumped down onto the bed, causing my dick to slip out of her.
She rested for a little while, catching her breath, before crawling forward on the bed. I watched Hana from behind as she moved, her round ass swinging left and right which each movement of her knees. Then I watched as my cum seeped from her slit, her movement forcing the life-giving seed to run down the back of her thighs.
Then I watched as she got to the the end of the bed and turned over before lying down on her back. Her naked breasts jiggled, slightly, from the movement as her small, pink nipples stood proudly on each mound. The weight of gravity pushing down on them made her already large breasts look enormous on her slender frame. Still, they continued to amaze me with their firmness and perkiness given their weight. I couldn't help but admire her nipples as well, the pink nubs only slightly reddened from irritation. Her areolas were very light pink, barely a shade darker than the surrounding pale flesh. After the swell of her breasts, her body narrowed sharply at her ribs and flat stomach before swelling again at her curvy hips. From this angle I could easily make out her thoroughly used pussy as my cum continued to seep out of the narrow slit.
I realized I was stroking my cock as my eyes feasted on Hana's body.
"I needed that," Hana said, still breathing heavily.
I realized at this point that my cock wasn't softening further in my hand, but had instead regained its form and was fully erect. I wasn't sure if the overstimulation from earlier had jump started my libido or if this was divine intervention, but I planned on taking advantage of it all the same. I pumped my shaft, lubricated by Hana's juices, several times as I admired Hana's naked body before moving onto the bed and crawling on top of her.
I caressed the side of her lightly freckled face before leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips. Our tender kiss quickly turned into more and soon we were tonguing and fondling each other again. I felt Hana's hand reach between us and grab my cock.
"Round two?" Hana asked with a sly smile.
I answered her by rolling onto my back and pulling her on top of me. She was sitting on my stomach, her pussy leaking all over me, as she stared down at me with lust filled eyes.
Hana grabbed my cock behind her with her small hand and lifted her body up before slowing plunging my re-energized pole into her tight pussy.
"Fuck!" Hana cried as her hips collided with mine.
I pulled Hana's upper body down and melded my lips to hers. Her large bust crushed against my chest as we kissed, the pliable flesh spilling to the sides. We kissed like this, connected at the hips but unmoving, for a long time. For a moment, I thought Hana was crying as we tenderly kissed each other, sometimes catching the other's lip between two of our own and pulling away only to immediately reconnect.
Our kissing became more heated as Hana began to lift her ass up the length of my shaft only to impale it again, over and over. I realized in this position, the two of us were the perfect height to make love and kiss each other at the same time with no discomfort. She moaned into my mouth as her hips started to gradually increase in speed, my hands moving to her firm ass and fondling the spongy flesh. I had seemingly endless stamina with my second wind and Hana came on my cock several times as we made love like this.
I could feel that Hana was getting tired from running the show, so I turned her over onto her back, my dick still lodged inside her core, and started fucking her in the missionary position.
"Mmmmm," Hana purred as I started moving. "You fuck me so good, baby brother!" she cried.
Her pussy was soaked from our combined ejaculations as I eased my full length out of her until only the head remained and eased back into her slowly, going all the way in, then all the way out, over and over again.
Her breasts gently shook with each inward stroke and I reached forward with both hands and started fondling them, the hard nipples pushing against the palms of my hands. I knew Hana liked it when I played with her nipples during sex so I grabbed each nub between my thumb and index fingers and started rubbing and pulling at them. I was overcome with lust as I stared down at her lovely face, tensed and contorted with pleasure.
"I'm gonna cum soon," I warned, staring down at my hands as they played with her breasts. My motions quickened as I felt my second climax building higher and higher.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Hana begged as I increased my pace further and pounded into her mercilessly.
I wasn't stopping; in fact I was fucking her with more urgency now than I had all night. But I wanted her to cum with me, so with one hand still playing with her left nipple, I curved my back and kissed her neck, right below her ear, an erogenous zone that I knew of which she was highly sensitive.
Hana's moans filled the room and surely much of the dormitory building as she came, again, from my relentlessness and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, urging it to fill her with my fertile semen. Her climax triggered mine, and with one, final deep thrust, I roared in ecstasy and came, the muscles of her pussy massaging and milking me for all I was worth. My hips spasmed as I came inside her for the second time in one night.
"I love you!" I repeated from earlier as I moved from her neck to her lips and started gently kissing her. I pumped into her a several more times as we kissed, my second orgasm somehow producing more waves of semen than the first. My cock stayed lodged inside her as we kissed and came down from our shared orgasm.
I rolled off of Hana and onto my back and squeezed onto the small bed next to Hana.
"That was.."
"Amazing," Hana said, finishing my sentence.
We rested in the afterglow of our earth shattering sex for a long time. I felt like I could sleep for days but Hana was still awake so I persevered. Eventually I turned to Hana and said, "Next semester, we'll rent a house instead of using the dorms."
"You mean it?" Hana asked, rolling on her side to face me.
"Yeah," I said, turning to face her. "I don't want to be away from you ever again."
A tear ran down Hana's cheek as she cupped the side of my face and kissed me on the lips. "Th-that sounds great to me," she gushed.
I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to me, and Hana soon fell asleep in my arms. I quickly dozed off shortly after.
"Good morning," Hana whispered.
We woke up on our sides, facing each other. The sun was high in the sky; its light illuminating the room. We had planned to drive home early that morning but clearly we needed the sleep. Hana was smiling as she stared into my heavy eyes. The natural sunlight made her hazel eyes appear golden. She pushed her silky, auburn hair back, uncovering her ear. I smiled back at her.
"Morning, angel," I whispered back.
I looked over Hana's shoulder to see if her roommate was there and discovered that we were alone. I pulled Hana closer to me and nuzzled her nose with my own.
In this moment, I was the happiest I had ever felt. I felt so foolish for pushing her away for so long. The weight that had been on my chest, that had taken residency and influenced my life so negatively, was noticeably absent. It was clear to me, clear to both of us, that Hana and I were soulmates, and I was overjoyed with happiness that she had waited for me to realize this fact.
"I am so going to marry you someday," I confessed.
We were still lying on our sides, our noses nuzzled tightly together, as Hana reached behind my head and started combing my unkempt brown hair through her fingers. I watched her eyes as they closed and her face inched closer to mine.
"Mmm," Hana purred as her lips connected with mine, "And I'll be waiting for you to ask."
The End.
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And there you have it. That's the end of this story and what a journey, I think, it has been.
Thank you all once again for keeping up with this story and I hope you are all satisfied with this ending.
Please review if you want as well and I'm looking for to hopefully seeing all of you again for my future Naruto AU's!
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