• I looked at him, he looked back. I put the chalk down, walked over to him, and stood there, staring. He stared right back. I rose my hand, and slapped him. He wipped his head back to me, his cheek red "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!? he yelled. I didn't notice as kids peeked through the crack in our door. "Why did you ask that?" I asked. "Because...if it means losing you..." he said, looking down at his lap. I kneeled down and placed my hands on his knees, putting my head on my hands. "I don't want to force you to become something because you want us to stay together. That's not enough reason." I said. "What if it is?" he asked. I lifted a hand and stroked his cheek. "We'll see." I whispered. Before I knew what happened, Daisuke had gotten his knees and was holding me close to him. His face buried deep in my hair. His arms holding mine to my sides. I lifted my hands up and clutched the back of his shirt. The feel of his warm breath on my neck making my heart quicken. His hand slowly caressing the back, his hand shakey. He lifted his head, his hand, the one that was caressing my back, hovered closely over the bangs that hung over my eye. He lightly pushed my bangs away, a small moment of shock, and something else, wave over him but was quickly controlled. His thumb trace the outline of my eye. "Disturbing, isn't it?" I said sadly. He shook his head. He lowered his head, kissing the eyelid of my eye. "You're the only person I ever told you know, about my past." I said, taking his hand into mine. "No one? Not even one of your old boyfriends?" he asked. I shook my head "Only you." I said softly, in our loosened embrace I placed my hands along his chest. Using the hand that was not around my waist, he cupped my cheek and brought our lips together. I felt his body heat through his shirt, the quick pounding of his heart. His other hand that was on my cheeck slid down around my shoulders and held me closer to him. Our chests being pressed together, my hands the only thing seperating us. I felt his soft tongue intertwine with mine, the taste of sweet chocoalate on my tongue. I gave a small noise of strain as he held me too hard. Quickly, he seperated our lips, his hand around my shoulders lessened. Not wanting the moment to end, I lifted my body up and caught his mouth again in mine. "Miyuki." he said quickly and softly before reconnecting our lips. Behind our door, we heard a crash. I jumped up, Daisuke already standing beside me. I walked over to the door, opened the door, and found a bunch of students on the floor, listening in. Daisuke walked up behind me, pushing the door open wider. "What the hell!?" he yelled. "We're sorry!" the all said in unision. They were all from differant grades, some boys, some girls. "Why were you listening in?!" I nearly yelled. "Well, the door was open, and well, we-" I cut him off and turned to Daisuke "Really? You left he door open again? Don't you remember what happened last time?" I asked. "You mean you two were caught-" Daisuke cut her off in unision "NO!" we said. After Daisuke and I argued a bit, one of the girls cut in "U-um, if I may ask, Yahiro, why did you call Sakura 'Miyuki'?" she asked. "It's her pet name." he said. "O-oh, well, we'll just be....GOING NOW!" he said, and they all ran down the hallway.I closed the door and locked it. "Mad at me?" Daisuke asked. "Very." I said. He pulled me into his chest "I'm glad. I'm the only one you told of your past." he said. Unable to resist, I relaxed against his chest, lightly clutching the back of his shirt. He held me against him, and I knew there was no way I could ever go on again without him.

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    She looked at me, I looked back. She put the chalk down, walked over to me, and stood there, staring. I stared right back. She rose her hand, and slapped me, my cheek feeling like icey fire. I wipped my head back to her "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!? I yelled. "Why did you ask that?" she asked. "Because...if it means losing you..." I tried to say, looking down at my lap. She kneeled down and placed her hands on my knees, putting her head on her hands. "I don't want to force you to become something because you want us to stay together. That's not enough reason." she said. "What if it is?" I asked. She lifted a hand and stroked my cheek. Her hand soft and gentle. "We'll see." she whispered, but it wasn't good enough. I suddenly got on my knees and was holding her close to me. My face buried deep in her sweet smelling hair. My arms holding her arms to her sides. She lifted her hands up and clutched the back of my shirt. My hand slowly caressed her back, my hand shakey. I lifted my head, my hand, the one that was caressing her back, hovered closely over the bangs that hung over her eye. I lightly pushed her bangs away, I felt myself flinch a bit as I saaw the strange cat eye staring back at me. My thumb traced the outline of her eye. "Disturbing, isn't it?" she said sadly. I shook his head. I lowered my head, kissing the eyelid of her eye. "You're the only person I ever told you know, about my past." she said, taking my hand into hers. "No one? Not even one of your old boyfriends?" I asked, surprised. She shook her head "Only you." she said softly, in our loosened embrace she placed her hands along my chest. Using the hand that was not around her waist, I cupped her cheek and brought our lips together. I felt her body barely tremble in our embrace. My other hand that was on her cheek slid down around her shoulders and held her closer to me. Our chests being pressed together, her hands the only thing seperating us. I felt her smooth tongue intertwine with mine, the taste of sweet blueberries on my tongue. She gave a small noise of strain as I held her too hard. Quickly, I seperated our lips, worried if she was okay, my hand around her shoulders lessened. She lifted her body up and caught my mouth again in hers. "Miyuki." I said quickly and softly before reconnecting our lips, her name, like a bight light in all of my dark memories. Behind our door, we heard a crash. Miyuki jumped up, I was already standing beside her. She walked over to the door, opened the door, and found a bunch of students on the floor, listening in. I walked up behind her, pushing the door open wider. "What the hell!?" I yelled, surprised. "We're sorry!" the all said in unision. They were all from differant grades, some boys, some girls. "Why were you listening in?!" Miyuki nearly yelled. "Well, the door was open, and well, we-" Miyuki cut him off and turned to me, venom in her eyes. "Really? You left he door open again? Don't you remember what happened last time?" she asked. "You mean you two were caught-" Miyuki and I cut her off in unision "NO!" we said. After Miyuki and I argued a bit, one of the girls cut in "U-um, if I may ask, Yahiro, why did you call Sakura 'Miyuki'?" she asked. "It's her pet name." I said, thinking quickly. "O-oh, well, we'll just be....GOING NOW!" he said, and they all ran down the hallway. Miyuki closed the door and locked it. "Mad at me?" I asked. "Very." she said. I pulled her into my chest "I'm glad. I'm the only one you told of your past." I said. She relaxed against my chest, lightly clutching the back of my shirt. I held her against me, and I knew there was no way I could ever go on again without her.

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