Boom, baby!! Sexy's in the house once again!! XD Whehehe… I'm still suffering a major writer's block as of this moment, but since many peeperz out there are already complaining for my absence, I decided to come up with this… err… thing. I'm still not finished writing the 6th chappie of "Careless Whisper", so I just hope that this one can make up for the lost time. Once again, douzo yoroshiku onegaishimasu, minna-san!!

Oh yeah, before I forget, this ficcie here is one of the entries in my live journal account. So yeah… It's a true story. :D It's quite personal, since this is my own experience, but then I noticed that this fic can be quite similar to Aya and Rei, and with Reiko-chan and Mochi-333 constantly bugging me to post this here, I just had to agree.

It's written in Aya's POV, guys, and please be aware that this is COMPLETELY AU. Tell me if you've understood the WHOLE idea of the story, ayt?

This one-shot songfic is dedicated to HIM, btw. Take care over there, aytz? I'm expecting for you to be the first one to welcome me by the time I get there! (",)

Disclaimer: Chou GALS! Kotobuki Ran is a certified property of ©2001 MIHONA FUJII·SHUEI-SHA·TV TOKYO·GALS! PROJECT… there! I've said it, so don't sue me, okay?

Flower

By: Sechskies

I'm not afraid to die, because I know that you'll be there waiting for me...

The dream I had last night has got to be one of the most depressing ones I've ever had. I woke up crying and my body felt that it had been beaten up badly that I couldn't even manage to get myself out of bed. I couldn't understand myself.

You were my flower,
Forever blooming in my heart...

In my dream, I was with him. We were sitting under a tree. I was reading a book while he appeared to be sleeping with his head on my lap. We were on our school uniforms then. The atmosphere was peaceful. I closed the book and put it down. I stared at his face.

A small flower is blooming inside my heart,
The blossoming flower you gave to me,
I was able to believe strongly enough in myself,
So I'm not afraid anymore...

It was totally blood-free. No traces of pain or whatsoever either. His face was calm. For a moment, I couldn't believe that he could be capable of looking fragile when he's asleep, since he looked intimidating and arrogant most of the time. But he was a nice catch, that I can assure you all.

Black-brown hair. Thin, soft lips. White skin. Blue-gray eyes underneath those perfect eyelids. He was indeed handsome. I wish I could say the same to his attitude--- but that would be a different story.

Quiet, insensitive, composed and moody, he was my real live Sasuke-kun. True, it's very rare to find a guy like that, but I did. We argue most of the time because we're polar opposites, but that was our way of bonding with each other. Little by little, I grew quite accustomed to it.

I was happy meeting you,
And proud of our holding hands,
Even though we look up to different skies now,
See? I can walk on my own now...

Whenever we walked home together, I would always stare at him. I realized that even though we hung out together, I still didn't know much about him. Yes, he was mysterious. He wouldn't open himself up to me. I felt pissed off at that, thinking that I wasn't trustworthy enough for him, but he would just shrug off the thought and fasten his pace at walking, telling me that he would leave me behind if I didn't catch up with him.

Of course, I did what he told me. Being left alone in a street full of drunkards and half-clothed men didn't spell fun to me at all. I was already a good arms length to him, but then he stopped, causing me to crash to his back and fall on my butt due to the impact.

Luckily, no one noticed what happened. I was about to yell at him for being such a big jerk (again!) when he extended his hand to me and said:

"You know, you don't have to go chasing me anymore like that,"

What the---

"Because I won't leave you..."

I laugh more during sad times,
To hide the pain I feel inside,
But you hugged me gently without saying a thing.
I felt as if it was like opening a door frozen in ice...

God, he was -really- hard to figure out. He knew nothing about treating girls properly, but he was a genius in making them feel special with just a simple word. For countless times, he had encouraged me. Though he would always insult me afterwards, that didn't matter anymore.

I was happy meeting you,
And proud of our holding hands,
Even though we look up to different skies now,
See? I can walk on my own now...

One time, he laughed at me when I mentioned that I was afraid to die. It came out suddenly. We were hanging out in front of our house then. I couldn't help but blush, but then he calmed down and told me that:

"Death is just like taking a poop. It's natural! When you gotta go, you gotta go,"

I was flabbergasted at the way he said those words to me. I didn't know that he could be capable of joking--- that is, if it was meant to be a joke. Surprisingly though, all my worries were instantly erased, and I found myself laughing.

I was happy meeting you,
Even though I could only share my loneliness,
Even though we're separated now,
I still feel that we're somehow connected under this sky...

I saw him frown when I giggled. Oh yeah. He didn't like people making fun of him or his comments. But I couldn't help it. I continued laughing. I didn't even notice that he had already stood up and was about to leave.

Immediately, I called to him. He didn't answer and continued walking away from me. Irritated, I threw to him the only thing that I could reach of. A piece of my platform sandal. It was newly bought, but since I didn't have anything else to throw at him just to get his attention, I didn't have any other choice.

I watched him rub his head before bending down to pick up my sandal. I waited for a response--- an insult, a raise of eyebrow, a callous "What?", an outburst... Nothing came though. Instead, he merely turned to me. At first, his expression was stern, making me wonder if I hit him that hard to anger him like that, but then he smirked and said:

"Thanks for the souvenir. I'll take good care of this sandal, ayt?"

I was happy meeting you,
And proud of our holding hands,
Even though we look up to different skies now,
See? I can walk on my own now...

That was the very last time we've seen each other. Our only interaction since then was merely through the phone or chat, since his family decided to move to another place. He remained the same, being that cunning and tactless of a bastard who would always piss the hell out of all the guys and still be cool enough for the girls to drool on. I would always tease him about it, but he would just scoff and change the subject.

True, he disliked being the center of attention.

I didn't say thank you...
I couldn't even promise...
However, like on that day, if the wind blows,
Then I know we will surely meet again...

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, our little connection was finally put to a halt. It had been a long time since I've seen his face, heard his voice and touched his hand, but I'm used to it now. Even though I've been missing him badly, I completely understand our situation. After all, we are in a long-distance relationship.

A -really- long one.

Forever hoping and dreaming, I know that I won't be able to see him anymore, and it would take quite a time for us to be reunited once again. That is, if my heart and health would allow me to follow him so soon. But I know that he wouldn't like that.

Actually, he'd hate me for that.

I can imagine him telling me once I get there this shortly:

"Why are you always rushing things? I'm here, you're there, get over it!"

Then he'd turn his back on me and continue:

"It's not as if I'm completely gone, y'know. As long as you're there, I'll live. Heck, didn't I tell you that I won't leave you?!"

If the wind blows,
Then I know we will surely meet again...

Always cold and irate, but I have to admit that he's right. Stupid me…

"I'm here. I won't go anywhere, I promise,"

He's a man who isn't capable of breaking any promises. I have to keep that in mind.

"Now, let go…"

I was happy meeting you,
And proud of our holding hands,
Even though we look up to different skies now,
See? I can walk on my own now...

As I woke up from my slumber, I spent a drawn-out moment thinking of what I've dreamt of. That guy hardly visited me in my dreams, but every time he did so, I would always wake up crying.

I shrugged and focused my thoughts on our last conversation. Death is like taking a poop, huh? It was truly funny, but come to think of it, it did make sense. No use getting scared of it.

Besides, I have another pretty good point why death should not be feared. Other than the fact that it's unconditional and inevitable, it can also be a natural way to be reunited with your beloved ones whom you've long parted with.

So, yeah...

No matter what happens, I'm not afraid of dying anymore…

Right now, I'm holding the other pair of the sandal that he took. I smile as I picture his smirking face in my mind.

Because I know that he is there waiting for me…

You were my flower,
Forever blooming in my heart…

(tzuzuku)

November 03, 2004

So there you go! My first try in making a songfic. Liked it? Hated it? Please let me know your comments by dropping a review. :-)

The guy being talked about in the fic was Rei-kun, if in case you didn't catch that. It's a ReiAya fic, after all.

The song used, btw, is Full Metal Panic's "Karenai Hana". It's not mine either, and please forgive me for the confusing English phrases because I merely translated it on my own. If you ever find a part of the song that is not initially in the original piece, then that means that I've made up those particular words.

Lastly, y’all must have noticed that Sasuke-kun was mentioned in the fic. Well, let’s just say that Aya-ppe is a fan of Naruto, okish?! Thanx a bunch to Vivi The Goldfish for pointing that out! (“,) Luv ya bunch!!

Belated Happy Halloween's Day to everyone!! Sore ja! :D