14. Emptiness

Anna wanted to get one thing straight before anyone in the world started anything at any time anywhere.

She totally had the intentions on serving Kino and Yohmei one big fat piece of her mind. Lettin' 'em have it. Laying out the verbal whips that the span of her (somewhat limited) lexicon would allow for. No one, and she would like to repeat, no one slights Kyoyama Anna and is privileged enough to tell the tale over tea, biscuits, and hazy, nostalgic memories of glory days passed.

But as she was working up the courage, the words that would spill forth from her angry, enraged, eleven year old lips, as she was pacing back and forth inside the empty room, as she balled her hands up into fists, letting the frustration and indignant dormant woman inside of her boil up to a point she would've fainted, because, gosh darnit, she was infuriated! She was furious! She was…she was…

Nothing.

Anna blinked, nearly slipping on the wooden floors of the quiet room as she realized this. She felt absolutely nothing. The anger, the rage, the fury, the it's-you-and-me-against-the-world-baby feeling she had been radiating earlier. It was all gone.

How is this? What… If anything, the thing she was most angry about was that she had lost the fervor of her passionate, righteous infuriation rather than the secrets she and Yoh had discovered earlier. Nope, it was all gone, leaving an uncomfortable, growing emptiness that sat hollowly in its place in her stomach, gnawing away at her being until she decided what to do.

So she decided to slump down onto the floor and stare at the wall.

There was a soft knock at the doorframe. "Hey…Anna?" Yoh peered into the bare room and tentatively walked inside and sat down next to each other.

Strange, isn't it? How they had waited months upon months to see each other, had millions of things to write to each other about in their letters, events, stories and memories abounding to the point of perhaps threatening their mental capacity with the sheer amount, just waiting to be shared. But now that they were alone, together, reunited in that small, isolated room, they opted to sit together and just exist together in silence.

Or perhaps, enjoy the silence hanging comfortingly between them together as if the lack of words was a mutual understanding, a reassurance of what they had been feeling all this time.

Because, finally, the emptiness in both of their lives had finally been filled in but never forgotten.

A/N: short but eh I hate it when that happens. Ever have that happen to you? So full of indignant, righteous anger (and most of the time, very justified) but then you just lose all of it and you wonder what the hell just happened? Well, it's happened to me on more than one occasion.

ANYWAYS, if y'all could be so kind as to check out my new story Saved! which is RenPiri (even though there aren't a ton of RenPiri fans here anymore...oh well...it'd still be nice. cuz I worked really hard on it and all).

Oh and don't forget to review this chapter (especially those who fave and put my stories on alerts)! Because I think I might start working on the next chapter of this soon.