A/N: I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in so long! I'm having writer's block and I'm often very busy. Please forgive me! I'm working on chapter 2 right now, but I doub't I'll be done with it in a while. To make up for my long absence, here's a quick one-shot that's related to the series. I hope you like it. (I was aiming at an angsty/sad kind of feeling - at least for the ending. Tell me what you think of it and if I reached my goal!)
A Continuous Heartbreak
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
. . . Positive.
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Riku entered the noisy classroom, ignoring the constant whispers from her excited sister. It was Valentine's Day, so, of course, most of the people who had come early that day were part of the female population.
"Riku!" Risa squealed. "Look!"
She turned to follow her sister's gaze.
On her desk was a valentine. The brown-haired twin walked over to her desk and picked it up. Her sister followed, clinging to her arm excitedly.
It was a simple, home-made card made from red construction paper. Trimmed around the edges with white lace, it lay innocently a top her desk. Beside it was a single white rose.
Riku was surprised to find it on her desk. She had hoped Daisuke would give her a valentine, but she had assumed that he would be much too shy to give her one, even if he did like her.
A cloud of doubt settled about her. What if the card had been accidentally placed on her desk and was meant for someone else? . . . Risa, for instance. But the front of the card read, "For Riku" Perhaps it was meant for her after all?
She glanced over in Daisuke's direction. He looked up from the book he was reading and smiled. A warm, gentle smile.
Riku melted from his gaze.
"Well? Open it," Risa insisted, clutching her sister's arm so hard it began to turn red. As did her face.
Riku ignored her sister's whispers, trying to keep her mind on examining the card instead of Daisuke's kind smile.
The front was plain and unblemished by drawings, creases, or writings, save her name. It seemed so cheap, as though it had been made by a very neat six-year-old. It was an ordinary card that anyone could have made. It was so typical. But yet, the card seemed to glow and radiate a simple kind of tenderness. It had been made with such loving, tender care.
Riku's stomach lurched as she opened it.
Roses
are red
Violets
are blue
Within
my heart is love
Within
my mind is you
I have
a single heartache
Whenever
you walk by
For you
are like the ocean
And I
am like the sky
We
can't be together
For
love isn't there
My
thoughts of you are many
But
your thoughts of me are rare
So even
if you hate me
And
even if you despise
I'll
forever love you
Your
smile will light my skies
Roses
are red
Violets
are blue
You are
in my heart
Do you
love me too?
She heard Risa gasp beside her as her own eyes widened in shock. Who wouldn't be surprised to find their valentine signed . . .
Dark
Riku's mind froze. Her heart fluttered. Her soul churned with unwanted questions and feelings. How to make sense of it all? What was this she was feeling? She hated him. Why would he send her this valentine if he understood this? Did he really love her? Or was he toying with her?
After a few heartbeats, she picked out from the emotional uproar the feeling that made most sense to her.
"THAT PERVERT! HOW DID HE SNEAK INTO OUR SCHOOL? UGH! THAT DISGUSTING LITTLE WOMANIZER! HE'S A TOTAL FLIRT!"
Everyone turned to watch her as her rants grew louder and more wild, her feelings within tangling in a more confused manner.
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And the Thief could only watch the spectacle through his tamer's eyes, his heart breaking. . . again . . . and again . . . and again.