A/N: All chapters are linked but not direct continuations. Enjoy!

Shizuru's Pride

In all honesty, I've always considered myself to be prideful – whether it was of my heritage; my abilities; or my near-impenetrable mask I wear in public – I've accepted it as both a weakness and an attribute.

Pride and confidence - it builds a strong character but it can also lead to one's downfall – certainly a double edged blade.

Which leads to my current predicament: things have been… strange… perhaps I have been sensitive but I can't help but pick up those strange signs.

"It's a bit cold, huh?" She spoke as her breath appears before her very face – the chilled night air condensed what little vapour that past her lips.

She moved closer to me, awkwardly, in our stroll; with her hands remaining in her jacket pocket, she nudged me with her elbow and invited me to latch on with a smile.

I can't help but see this as a cue; an indication like many others I've seen lately – that… perhaps she returns my feelings after all.

But even though these signs bring me great joy and peace, they're also signs that my pride refuse to freely accept.

I laid my hand on the crook of her arm, drawing my body close – but not touching – and I made a hum of agreement – the exhaled air appearing and disappearing like white smoke.

She was the one that rejected me - no, to be concise she accepted but did not reciprocate my feelings - now she wants what I've been bidding to erase for her sake? What… What am I to do?

"Neh, Shizuru…" She started, pulling her elbow closer to her body which in turn tugged me closer to her.

She turned her head towards me and I could sense that she inhaled deeply – like the many times I stole the smell of her scent when she was nearby.

Do I cast aside all I've done and take her in with open arms? Do I chase her again now, like a love sick puppy, knowing I actually have a chance?

No. My pride would not allow that.

"I… I… think I really messed up last time… when I answered you." Her tone was sombre and knowing what she referred to my entire body tensed.

I wanted to let go; withdraw my hand away from her and her warmth but I was trapped.

"But I intend to make things right." She continued as we stopped in our leisurely walk. She turned to look me in the eyes – her forest green eyes staring brightly with determination into mine. "Tell me Shizuru: is it too late?"

Is it too late? Well, I wonder. Tell me, what good would it do to be stubborn and withhold the happiness we both mutually seek? What good would it do to only have my pride to hold onto? What good are heritage, abilities, and the perfect public mask when all you want to be in your own skin and be happy?

"No, Natsuki. It's never too late." I replied softly.

A/N: She's still a softy at heart. Hope you all enjoyed that! ^-^

Until next time!