To be Once Again with You

Author: pratz

Disclaimer: Recca no Honoo and its characters belong to Anzai Nobuyuki. The title belongs to Sarah McLachlan and the chapters' titles belong to John Lennon's Jealous Guy.

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If the people wanted to describe him in a word, pathetic would be the perfect one. Yes, he was. The one cold, pathetic guy. Handsome yes, but had no happiness. Wealthy and rich, yes—since he was the CEO of the second biggest corporation in Japan, but he had nothing but loneliness. In his age of thirty, he looked ten years or even older.

There was sadness lined his forehead. Loneliness was written behind his eyes and upon his unsmiling mouth. Cold as well as iceberg, silent as well as the hill.

Once he was happy. Once, his world was filled by love, warm laughter, and caring. His sister gave everything he needed; love and tenderness. But in a wink, all of his happiness was snatched away from him. His sister brought all of his love and humanity with her to her tomb.

When he had thought he had no love to give, she came and brought so much color to his world. The tomboyish brat, monkey-like, and wannabe-boy ninja, did succeed melting his icy heart and he loved her for that.

She cared for him. She always wanted to make him smile. She became his comrade, his nearest person, and finally his lover. He shared his pain with her and she made sure she always made him happy.

"Geez, Mi-chan. Crack a smile for me."

Her tone was plain but simply warmed his heart. His unsmiling mouth did no move, but deep inside his heart he smiled.

"Make me, monkey."

"Wha—you arrogant Eskimo! No, wait, the fool is I who care for you! Why do I have to care for you! Now listen you icebe—mmmph!"

He kissed her to silence her. Her eyes widened in shock, but a second later she closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the moment.

When he released her, they were almost out of breath.

But he smiled softly for the first time. A smile only his Kirisawa Fuuko deserved it.

"You told me to smile, Fuuko."

"B-b-but—what was that? I—no—you—what you did? Well, it's not like I was—" she babbled and his smile grew wider. He reached out to pull her into his arms and though she was bewildered, she didn't struggle.

"Let us be happy together."

"Mi-chan?"

He withdrew to see right into her beautiful eyes. There was no coldness in his eyes; they only showed love and warmth.

"Promise me?"

She gave him a sweet, genuine smile—a smile that could make him awake for a week. She snuggled to his warm chest, and he wound his arms around her shoulder protectively.

"I promise, Mi-chan."

With her the sun always shone for him all day long. She yielded her own sunshine to warm his heart and slowly she brought out the best of him.

And that's what made Mikagami Tokiya love Kirisawa Fuuko more.

But he knew that happiness was a warm gun.

"So, Fuuko?"

"So what?"

"Will you stay with me?" he asked her, his mouth gently giving her neck tender suck. She moaned softly in pleasure, a lovely voice he loved hearing.

"Mi-chan... I can't—I can't answer it... now."

"Why not?" His mouth trailed down to her shoulder, nipping on it before trailing upward to worship her jaw. She gasped and he chuckled softly. "You just have to say yes or no."

"You know my answer, Mi-chan," She pulled back and stared into his blue eyes. A corner of her mouths turned up and she smirked. "Idiot."

"I am not," He nibbled on her earlobe, slowly licking its canal and letting his tongue do the work his hand couldn't do. "Blind would be appropriate."

"Blind?"

"I'm blinded by you."

He pushed her gently onto his bed. He arranged her hair and cupped her cheeks. He glazed into her soft baby-blue eyes, and he could swear he saw happiness and joy in her eyes.

"I love you."

But she didn't answer. The shine in her eyes began to dim. She kept her mouth shut and diverted her face from him. Slowly, her form began to fade away, turned into a naked, bruised Fuuko. He grasped her hands, but it was slipping away.

"No. No—Fuuko, don't leave—no... FUUKO!"

He woke up abruptly, eyes wide open, and his breath ragging. Beads of perspiration were on his skin and his hands shook softly. Around him was only darkness, just like his heart. There's nobody. No Fuuko at all. Only him and his lonely world.

"Damn," he muttered. His hands reached out for a glass of water beside his bed, but his shaking hand could do no perfection. The glass fell, and its pieces shattered on the carpet. He took no heed to clean it up.

Looking down at the shattered glass, he remembered all his pain.

Late he had realized, she had brought all his brightness with her leaving, and left only his shattered heart.

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taken from Happiness is a Warm Gun by The Beatles.