RevengeShipping

Misty's POV

The car stopped outside of the big building. Even though I was still inside, I could see camera flashes and could hear the sounds of the crowds cheering, chatting, and murmuring to each other. I bet the reporters were already on fire with microphones in their hands, waiting for me and ready to bomb me with a ton of questions.

This was a very important event and many celebrities, just like me, from all around the world were invited to join. Most of them, including myself, were not even a part of the riding duel world. But still, as a simple duelist, I felt a great honor at being here tonight.

The only problem was… I didn't want to get out of the car. I could see what was happening in the building, since my transport mode had extra comfort. Right now, I could see from the small screen, my old friend. Friend? I thought so because I had no other words to describe our relationship. I supposed we're friends, at least on my part. I considered her a good friend of mine and Carly wasn't the only one.

Izayoi Aki was my friend too. I had made a terrible mistake with her, but she had forgiven me and saved me too. Because of that, I would always be grateful.

I smiled, seeing both of them happy now. Yuusei was kissing the magenta-haired young woman and Carly was in Jack Atlas's lap while he kissed the top of her head. I could see every single drop of her emotion, shining on her face. She deserved all this happiness— after all, her lover was the reason she had died and been reborn again as something else. Now she had finally found the love in her life.

For some reason, even if I was glad for her, I felt a bit sad myself.

"Misty-san?" I heard people calling for me and I sighed heavily.

I couldn't stay in the car forever. I wished I could but unfortunately, I had to open the door and get blinded by flashes and dizzy from the noise, the reporters would release with questions while the crowd cheered and yelled for my attention.

I pulled out a small speech, thanking everyone and announcing how happy I was to be there…even if the last part wasn't totally true.

I tried to get away from my fans and make my way to the building, but it wasn't an easy task to do. Every time someone walked away, someone else took his place, asking my opinion about the duels or giving me papers or pictures of me to sign. Smiling and willing to give what they wanted, I was pretending I was more content when…

I saw him: long, silver hair, hazel eyes, casual outfit—not formal like mine or everyone else's with a long dark brown coat over his clothes. His harmonica was hanging around his neck. My heart beat faster at the sight of him. He was standing away in the shadows like he was trying to be one with the night. I bet I was the only one who had noticed him.

I felt his gaze, his piercing gaze, on me. My breath became heavier. For the first time since I arrived at this event, I actually felt happy to be there. Now I had a reason to get rid of my fans and all the reporters, at any cost, in order to get closer to him. I was sure he wanted to stay in the shadows and I don't want to pull every flash with me. He was standing there patiently, quietly, ready to disappear with the cool breeze. I had to hurry. Finally, I managed to approach.

My eyes froze on him and my heart skipped a beat. He almost stole my breath. A pure smile painted in this face, in his handsome face; and they call me pretty?!

I didn't know what to say, but I could read the mystery written in his eyes. Secretly, he stared at me, trailing his gaze all over me like he was trying to see through me. With my ability to read faces, I noticed it easily. I wished I could understood my own feelings that easily too. I didn't remember much from the darkest days of my life. I didn't remember what kind of relationship we had shared. How much did he know about me and how much did I know about him? I had no clue and I would never ask him. Ever.

But I did remember the sweet melody that used to come from his chambers at night, when he was playing his harmonica. It was an enigmatic, intoxicating sound, filled with sadness like a bittersweet symphony.

"You can go inside if you want," his voice was soft and calm, just like the memories whispering to me.

"I don't want to," I replied and smiled. "Unless you want to come inside with me." Suddenly I felt strange—both comfortable and uneasy by his presence.

He smiled at me and I blushed. He lightly shook his head. "No," he muttered, glancing at the entrance for awhile.

"Your friends are in there too," I continued.

"There will be time for my old friends. Tonight I came for someone else."

My heart bounced in my chest. Something shone in his eyes, but I forced myself to look away, trying to bring my heartbeat back to its usual rhythm. I didn't want to read his face or translate his expression.

"Who?" I asked, still avoiding making eye contact.

Releasing a strange sound between a grunt and a chuckle, he took a step closer. "You don't know?" he lifted his eyebrows in wonder. "You cannot guess?"

"I don't want to guess," I whispered. I found the strength to lift my eyes, but when I peered into his, I lost it again. This was because, in his eyes, I saw his heart. I hurried to look down.

"Why?" he asked, only a breath away from my face.

"Because I want to hear it," I replied honestly, still looking the ground.

I didn't trust myself to look up again. My heart was pounding against my sternum repeatedly. But even if I wasn't looking at him, I sensed his warm smile and his piercing gaze. Lifting his hand, he gently touched my chin, making me raise my head. His face was only an inch away.

I swallowed and tried to look anywhere in his face other than his eyes. My gaze fell upon his lips. My heart leapt again; my mouth was dry. Something inside me grew stronger—an inner need.

"If you want to hear it, I will happily spell it out for you…but I want you to look at me," he dropped his voice to a whisper and I had no choice but to do what he said.

I took a deep breath and locked my eyes with his, shielding my mind away. I wasn't thinking. I didn't want to think. All I wanted was to feel.

He leaned his head closer to my face, staying only a hair's breadth away from my lips. My heart stopped beating, but he moved to my side and trailed a fire path with his lips across my cheek, until he reached my ear.

"I came here from you," he whispered. "…to see you, hoping for a chance to tell you… I love you."

I closed my eyes, falling into a world of pure happiness…a world where no one else but us existed. His moved his hand from my chin to my cheeks and gently stroked my lips with his thumb.

Affection glowed in my eyes and love burned in his own. Then, he covered my lips with his, giving me the sweetest kiss I could ever accept in my entire life.

One more chapter! Guys, I have no other ships to write. If you have ideas, review and tell me.

Ummm, Pepsi Chick 6 thanks but I wrote about Aki x Yusei already and this is not a collection of one-shots, so I can't write Faithshipping again. I need more ships that fit with the plot –if you have any. Otherwise this story will mark as complete. :)

My special thanks to my lovely beta BlackRoseDragonCK!

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