Things left unsaid:
He wrote the heading carefully, and underlined it twice. "Okay, making a list is the first step in telling someone how you feel, isn't it?" he mused. Tapping his pen repeatedly on the blank notebook page, he further reasoned, "Maybe I can't tell her how I feel because I haven't figured it out myself yet. But here goes—everything I ever wanted to say, but couldn't."
1. I want to touch your hair. It looks so soft.
2. I like your odango.
3. I like it when you are a klutz; it makes me feel needed.
4. I don't actually mind when you whine; I'm glad you feel that you can open up to me.
5. I think I love you.
6. May I kiss you?
Mamoru set his pen down and stared at the page. It certainly did not look very scholarly, but it said what he could not.
Quickly, before he lost his courage, he ripped the page from the notebook and stood up, striding swiftly across the café and entering the Crown's small arcade. There she was, pounding away on the buttons of her favourite game, "Sailor V Saves the Day". As he walked up behind her, he closed his eyes briefly and took a deep, steadying breath before clearing his throat and speaking her name, "Usagi?"
Startled, she turned to see who was there, but upon seeing Mamoru's face, she quickly turned back to her game. "What is it Baka? Can't you see I'm busy?" she barked.
"It's," he began, looking down at the paper in his hands. "It's nothing." He finished, crumpling the paper into a tight ball. Hearing the disappointment in his voice, Usagi turned slightly to see him toss the paper at a nearby garbage can and roughly push through the swinging doors that led to the café.
Usagi's curiosity got the better of her when she saw that the wadded up paper had bounced out of the garbage and landed on the floor. Abandoning her game, she hopped off the stool and retrieved the paper. Smoothing it out carefully, she read, "Things left unsaid: 1. I want to touch your hair…" When she had read the list over several times, she crept to the café's entrance, searching out the man she considered her worst enemy. She finally spotted him, facing away from her, and staring out the large window across from his table.
Pushing the doors open, she strode quickly to his table. Taking hold of the hand that was raking through his thick black waves, she placed one of her pigtails into it. When he looked up at her in surprise, she bent down and kissed his pursed lips, long and hard. Finally out of breath, she took a seat across the table and laid his crumpled list on the surface between them. "We should talk."
Well readers, it's been a while, but I have a lot to post. Since I last updated, I spent the next year or 2 writing drabbles for a challenge community. LOTS of drabbles. 80 or so. And for fans of Kingdom Come, good news on that front too. While I haven't written anything since I posted the last chapter, I do have a storyline for the other two books and plan on picking up the story. I hope to have a chapter up within the next 2-3 months.
I decided to start posting up my drabbles because reviews are always motivating. So let me know what you think and you'll get more from me soon!