And with this, I have FINISHED. It's done. This is the first fic I've posted online and finished since...well, we won't go there. Ever, really.

Now watch me break down and write a sequel. THAT IS NOT A PROMISE.

Review! Tell me what you thought! It's been fun, for me at least. There will be more 104 from me soon, never fear.

I didn't expect you to be so…blunt about it. Just that simple. You kissed me. Was that really all there was to it? Could things be that easy? I wondered if maybe for you they could.

I would like to have thought I didn't like it, was shocked and horrified, but…I wasn't. The second time wasn't a surprise, and I supposed I'd had a subconscious idea that you would do something like that. I wanted answers, and I got answers. I had no reason to complain, and yet I always have a complaint. I didn't have anything coherent to say after the third time. You probably planned it that way.

And of course I didn't want it to happen. It was just one of those inevitable things. I came back. Yuuko was a drunk. You kissed me twice that time. Next time would probably be four, and so on…assuming there would be a next time. I didn't think it was likely, when I didn't show any interest in the idea. It wasn't as if I liked being kissed by you. I was just used to hitsuzen getting the better of me. If hitsuzen said that not only would you be a damned annoying jerk, you would also be in love with me and not a half-bad kisser –

No. You weren't. I was not thinking that.

Okay, I was.

No, I wasn't. I was just accepting the consequences of my actions. Things wouldn't be the same, and they weren't the same. This was something that had changed. That was all.

That was all.

You were looking at me, or rather watching me, with an air that said quite clearly that you were waiting for something out of me. I had the strangest urge to take a step forward and reclaim the place I had been standing until you backed me up…except that would be directly in front of you. That could spell nothing but trouble. I didn't want to give the wrong impression.

But it occurred to me that you were waiting for something and if I didn't deliver, I might be subjected to more of that, and I didn't want that. I didn't. Did I? I didn't. Anything else was Yuuko eating at the fringes of my sanity, and nothing more. Or perhaps the remnants of loneliness from that world I'd been in. That would be enough to make anyone think strange thoughts. That was what was going on, nothing more. Nothing more.

"They, ah, they sold my flat," I stammered. "So I'll be at Yuuko's now, I guess." If you need to find me, I didn't finish. You probably would reach that conclusion on your own. I would not give anything more than I absolutely had to. "And you're going back to university?"

You blinked, and I could have sworn my breath caught. It was probably the dust. You probably didn't clean very well in here. "I'm not," you stated as if it were obvious. "Why would you say that?"

The nerve! "That's what you said in your letter!" I snapped, vexed once again by your infuriating air of superiority and ignoring the thought that you hadn't acted quite so superior a moment ago when you…

No.

Well, you hadn't. That was true enough. It didn't mean anything. It…

"I never said I was going back." You took another step forward and I almost didn't bother responding with a step back. What would you do if I interrupted the flow? But I had an idea I knew exactly what you would do, and twice in a night was really quite enough for me, no matter what Yuuko might have said about yearning. I backed up, and tripped over your futon, landing heavily on my back and blinking up at your face where the ceiling should have been.

"Don't loom like that!" I panicked ever so slightly – only because I felt threatened like this, of course. Not because you were standing over me and it was awkward or anything like that. It was awkward – but only in the sense that it was you there and that didn't make it sound any better. I could feel my face heating up, and in horror turned it to the side.

That was a mistake. "Better?" you whispered in my ear, and I froze. That was not adrenaline. I was not excited, I was uncomfortable and definitely wanted you to move. Definitely. Not a chance of anything else and…

"No, it isn't!" I whispered fiercely back, or as fiercely as I was able. "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" you replied, and I turned my head back to discover that in my discomfort I had rolled myself directly underneath you. Biting back a shriek – that was the last thing I needed, at this stage – I edged myself to the right, only to run into your arm. My face had not cooled any. I was beginning to fear it never would.

"Could you move your arm?" I asked in a strained whisper. Why was I whispering? I wasn't sure, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know. At this point, there were a lot of things I didn't want to know. And didn't want. For instance, I really didn't want you to lean down and kiss me again. Because, it occurred to me, if you did I would be absolutely powerless to stop you. And that idea was not appealing at all.

Well, no more than just a little. In a hypothetical situation. If it wasn't you.

You didn't, though. You stared down at me, still not saying anything, until I wondered if I would go mad from the tension (and that was platonic tension, as in you wouldn't get up and until you moved I was stuck, and not in any other way) before you let me go. "Do you have something to say?" I demanded.

"Do you?"

"I –" Of course I do, you cretin. Get the hell off of me, now. But the words, for some reason, refused to come, and I was left opening and closing my mouth like the idiot you said I was. "I…"

You moved your face the slightest bit closer. "Didn't catch that," you told me, and I was amazed you didn't smirk to rival Yuuko.

That's because I didn't say anything! Yet! Get off me! Or do something, but just stop sitting there! "I…" I cursed myself for a defective throat, which seemed to be losing my words before I could speak them. And then you did smile, although for once it didn't look too much like a smirk, and I wondered what I'd doomed myself to. And then I thought about it, and realised I knew exactly what I'd condemned myself to. And I wasn't looking forward to it at all.

Well, not much.

THE END.