Hi everyone! Some of you may be wondering why this one is so lengthy, I'm not all that sure, I finished writing it and was scared to see how long it was! I'll make this chapter just a little contest, if anyone wants to participate. Can anyone tell me what movie they're watching? In the next chapter I'm going to be making up one of Raimundo's ex girlfriends (for reasons you'll just have to wait to read) so instead of me just constructing a girl, first person to guess correctly I'll PM, and they'll get the option to make a cameo appearance. Interested? Then read on!

"I could be fun, if you want. I could be pensive, uhh... smart, superstitious, brave? And I, uhh, I can be light on my feet. I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want, and I'm gonna be that for you."

"...You're dumb."

"I could be that."

"Boo!" Raimundo throws popcorn at the television screen to further express his displeasure. "Overly cheesy statement, red card!"

Kimiko sighs, resting her palm on her hand as she leans on the armrest of the couch. "What happened to yellow card first?" Raimundo opens his mouth to answer, but she cuts him off. "No, you know what, don't answer that."

Reaching over the couch and grabbing the DVD case from the floor, Raimundo inspects the back a little more carefully. "Kimi, it doesn't say anything here about a zombie apocalypse."

"Did I say zombies? I meant romance. My bad."

"Liar!" He throws a handful of popcorn in her direction, but instead of retaliating like she would, Kimiko just brushes the kernels away. Great, not only was she forcing him to watch a silly movie, but she was feeling sentimental about it. Fun.

Worst part was, every scene was getting mushier than the next. Laugh, kiss and then they do something cute. Then the cycle would repeat, and Kimiko would sigh and coo and occasionally blow her nose at the ever so romantic antics of… whatever the names of the main characters were.

It may have only been about fifteen minutes but the dragon of wind was already fishing around the bottom of his popcorn bowl looking for strays. Resting his head against the back of the couch, maybe he could only hope to get some sleep.

But then, he heard that ever so glorious noise of yelling and conflict. Snapping his neck upwards he witnessed the two main characters arguing with each other. He crossed his fingers that maybe one would pull out a machine gun or at least throw a punch; he wasn't so lucky.

But he was a little bit curious. "I don't get it. If this is supposed to be a love story, why are they breaking up?"

Kimiko had her knees tucked under her chin, and feeling his eyes on her, straightens out. "Well, um, just look at how different they are."

"They looked like they got along pretty well to me…"

"No, I mean she's rich and has so many opportunities, while he's poor and is probably not going to go places. He just doesn't want to hold her back by them being together."

"Hm." Raimundo decides to do her opposite, bringing his legs up to cross them on the couch. "We always get along, and you're—"

"Different, Rai, we're friends. And this is a movie, we're real life."

He hesitates for a second. "Right."

Unsatisfied, but not enough to keep talking, the dragon of wind decides it's best to just keep him mouth shut and let Kimiko watch her movie. Maybe the director wasn't completely set on a target audience of females and couples, because eventually stuff actually did begin to blow up. He was pretty sure it was world war 2, but when you're watching with only one eye open it's hard to tell.

Looking over at Kimiko to complain again, he could see she was dabbing at her cheeks with a tissue. He can't help but slide down the couch to thumb away her tears. "Kim, what's the matter?"

Kimiko laughs, pushing his hand away. "This is just a sad part, calm down."

"Alright then, miss congeniality." He crosses his arms over his chest, turning to look at the opposite wall. It was better than watching the movie, anyway…

He lost his resolve after thirty seconds. "But you're always the one preaching about how true love can withstand anything and all that, so why would he break up with her?"

"You're still stuck on this?"

He shrugs, trying not to look that interested for the sake of his reputation. "It's just a harmless question."

Luckily for him, she seems not to find anything of it. "He was just trying to protect her from a bad life, I guess." She tosses her tissue over her shoulder, the moment of upset past, but her nose is still pink.

"Well, I don't know about that. What's her name seemed like a really independent girl. I mean, I'm sure she could handle whatever got thrown at her without his help."

She raises an eyebrow, giving him a quizzical look. "I could have sworn you said this movie was boring."

"I can multitask."

Kimiko goes to pause the DVD, the screen freezing on the couple. "Just look at his body language around her, Rai, he cares too much for her to let her try. Even if it isn't right." She tilts her head, looking at the picture adoringly.

Raimundo was suddenly very aware of his own body language. His knee was touching hers at that very moment, what would that come off as? But he had began the movie seated on the other side of the couch, that said something else, didn't it? He was feeling ill just thinking about Kimiko using her scary body language reading on him before. He didn't have to be careful with what he said, but now what he didn't?

Clearing his throat, for unknown reasons continued the conversation. "But if she knew that, why wouldn't she point it out rather than freak out like she doe- did?" Stop. Screwing. Up.

Kimiko's cheeks flush just as she also comes to the realization that they're very close together. "I guess because I, um, I mean she, was frustrated with him. And I guess she was a little scared too."

He leans into her just the tiniest bit, hoping she won't notice. Their faces just inches apart, his voice is reduced to just a whisper. "Well, I guess he just wants to protect her because he's in love with her."

Kimiko bites her bottom lip, her wintry blue gaze going from a point over his head to his eyes. "And she's only frustrated because she loves him too."

He can't think of the words to respond with, the hum of the TV filling the room in his place. Now was his chance, his first and probably only good opportunity to say something to her. He'd done this a million times over, but why was it so hard with this girl?

Instead, he shuffles down the couch, covering it with a fake cough. "But it doesn't matter, it's just a movie, after all." He tries saying with a normal tone, but his mouth feels dry.

Kimiko sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. "…I guess so."