Chapter 9: What We Have Become.

Amu POV

"I like you Amu-chan, I really do!" he assured me as he took one of my hands firmly in both of his and raised it to the height level of our hearts. His eyes sparkled with courage and love. I was utterly speechless; I couldn't even tease him that what he had said was a statement. My face burned.

"Will you…will you be my girlfriend Amu-chan?" he questioned. What? What did he just say? To me?

My involuntary breathing was ragged and quick. I could feel shock envelop my entire body. My mouth was frozen in a small O and my eyes were opened wide. I felt the need to pinch myself because I feared this was all a cruel dream that I would have to reluctantly awaken from. Nagi asking me to be his girlfriend? I thought I would never see the day. I was ecstatic.

I had always admired Nagi. He was clever, cute, and too gentlemanly for his own good. He always knew what to say and he understood me, which was something that i was especially thankful for. Knowing that he was also Nadeshiko only brought me closer to him rather than push me away. He was different from the other guys I knew, he just had this certain charm that no one could really match. He was more than just a friend to me and that fact would become apparent now.

"Y-yes. Because I like you too Nagi!" I told him and he took me into his arms. My once frozen body slowly relaxed when it met his. I lifted my arms to hug him back.

"I'm so happy." he whispered softly. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his warm shoulder.

I didn't hear the trickling of the water. I no longer felt the wooden bridge's presence underneath my boots. All I heard and felt was him. We were in a place of our own where nothing existed but our two blended figures standing together in perfect harmony. My heart swelled with love for this young boy that held me in his comforting arms. I forgot about all the times he wasn't there and when we weren't talking and when he had understandably hid secrets from me. I forgot any rough patches our relationship had hit and they were replaced with feelings of joy. The only Nagi I knew and had ever known was the one standing before me now. I only had a positive perspective of this Nagi and it was one that was biased by my reciprocated feelings for him.

We both stepped back out of our embrace and smiled with blush coloring our cheeks. Our gaze didn't shift from each other's eyes. A feeling of bliss radiated from our still frames.

"I have an idea. Do you think the gallery is still open?" I asked with hopeful tone.

We were running through the streets dimly lit by the remnants of the sun hand in hand. The people we passed were merely insignificant nameless blurs.

We made it just in time before the gallery closed for the day. I talked to the young woman who sat at the desk on the first floor about a picture we had seen on our last visit.

Before I knew it we had exited the gallery each holding a poster sized copy of a photo. It was a copy of the couple sitting on the bench. It was a picture of us and what we had become, that single being.

Well I think I've beaten this tale to death so this may be the end unless I get requests to continue or something. I may just start another story, but really its all up to the fans. (The about two fans that i have for this story, haha.) Well somebody has to write the less popular stuff and that's where I come in. Wasn't that nice? They get a cute little happy ending, yay! Thank you for lasting this long if you made it to the end; I admire your gallantry for reading this fluffy mush of words I call a story. Go Nagamu/NagiAmu/Amuhiko or whatever you want to call it! Aha, bye for now! ;D