Finally! Yes! I'm back! With the last chapter for this fic, that is. Buuuut, I MIGHT write a sequel to this one after I get my other fic over with. I'm not sure yet.

WARNING: PG-13 content here.

yeyeo: Who doesn't. Teehee. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Keiko-chan2000: Thanks. It was hard to capture their personalities, but then I put myself in their place and started thinking of how they would feel/think in such situations.

Estrea: Shizuru politely rejecting Natsuki... Blasphemy! Heh. Glad you enjoyed it.

yohdawn: Ah, another fan. I'm flattered::Grin::

Isaus: You're welcome... I can relate to her as well. I used to be in love with someone like her with Natsuki. Which is one of the reasons why I decided to write this fic.

Hoppy-chan: Ne, no need to apologize. I don't mind. :) I need to work on my grammar some more anyway, bleh. Oh well. Yeah, no matter how elegant and proper our Shizuru might be, I see her as a regular teenager as well. It can't hurt to let our Shizuru curse to vent frustration, ne? ;D

Fire

More. I wanted more.

Today, before I confessed to her, I went home feeling numb and empty. She was leaving, because of me. I happened to overhear the conversation between her and her father. As soon I heard her say, "My room at the Fujino Residence in Kyoto…is it still my room?" I could feel my heart being slammed into an imaginary wall endlessly.

I wanted to hear more of her cries. Every whimper of pleasure and every moan that flees from those luscious lips, but none of them seems to satisfy my hunger for her.

I was an idiot. For not even considering about the reason why she's acting this way. The reason why she's leaving. I was sleep-deprived today. I tried to take a nap, but couldn't. I kept tossing and turning in my bed, beating myself up mentally.

Nails of hers keeps raking across my back, knowing well they'd probably leave red marks. I didn't care. I just wanted her.

I took her for granted. Or at least that's what I thought. Looking back to those six years I've been with her, she had done everything for me. What did I give in return? Just to use her laptop or push her away when she tries to be there for me. I'm the cause of her being snapping during the HiME Carnival and murdering those bastards of First District.

I wanted to mark her. To make her mine. All mine and for her to mark me as well. Only her.

So, I ended up calling her and requested that she meet me at the place where we first met. When she teased me over the phone, I certainly did blush like always… but I also smiled. It felt good knowing she still is willing to be close to me, in a sense. The last remark from her before slamming the receiver down made me want to tell her…

All I could hear was my labored breathing and her lustful groans becoming more frantic as we reached the throes of ecstasy. This feeling by just touching her, holding her close and feeling her body's heat rising made my heart flutter. I then knew what love is.

…To marry me. Good thing I bit down on my tongue before I could blurt it out. That'd be going too fast, but right now… my main priority was to keep her here. To reveal the truth of what I feel before she disappears from my life.

Love is not being able to stay away from her for more than half a day. Love means willing to take a thousand bullets for her. Love is a feeling, a comforting feeling that I never want to fade away when I'm with her. Love means wanting to see her smile, and only to smile… never crying.

Without hesitation, I blurt out those three words to her as I turn to look at that lovely face. Those deep burgundy eyes which seems to make something spark within me. As expected, she stares at me in shock and unable to say anything. Though, her answer was unexpected…

We're both tired and I fall into a heap on top of her. I'd move but I was afraid that if I did, I'd find it all to be nothing but a mere dream. Although, on the other hand, she didn't seem to mind either when she wrapped her arms around me and held me close.

She tried to push me away. She turned, prepared to leave after telling it'd be the best if she lets me go. There was no way in hell I agreed. Somehow, we ended up getting into a fight. Not exactly the way I expected it to turn out. Apparently, she thought she was the one who was hurting me.

After listening to her heartbeats for a moment or so, I lifted my head up to look into her eyes and murmur my apologies between kisses from her collarbone to her lips. I apologized for taking her for granted. I apologized for pushing her away. I apologized for being too dense about my feelings.

Nonetheless, in the end, I had pinned her against the trunk of the tree I was leaning against earlier and locked her in a kiss so passionate, spilling every single drop of my love for her into it. It was a kiss that could make an angel cry. There had been some struggle from the ex-kaichou before she returned the kiss with a renewed vigor all while holding me against her so tight, awakening every nerve in my body. I wanted it to last for eternity.

She silenced me by placing a finger over my lips and said, "Shut up and kiss me," and I gladly obliged.

It didn't take us long to arrive at her place and strip each other of our clothes along the way to her bedroom and fell into our little world, away from reality. I shudder to think of what could've happened if I let her go… I could've been all alone. Even though I had Mai and Mikoto… but that wouldn't be enough. My feelings towards Mai and Mikoto and the ones towards Shizuru are completely different, I know that now. I needed someone to kiss my tears away. I needed someone to hold me and tell me everything will be alright.

As our kiss ended, we lay in each other's arms in a comfortable silence, listening to one other's breathing and succumbed to slumber.

It's only natural I feel that way about her. After all… she is the fire that melted my heart of ice.