Author's Note: Just watched Pride and Prejudice in HBO, and I am very inspired. This is very (and I mean very) short.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of this fic.




For the many times you've been there; for that one time when you smiled at me for the first time; for the numerous night where I've woken up in the middle of the night dreaming of you; for that one night of beer and rum when we laid together, our bodies entwined with each other; and for the sincerity of your voice when you told me you'd come back (maybe not for me, but there's still a little wishful thinking), I wait.

You cannot imagine how long I've waited, how long I've been wanting to see your face again, smiling or not.

Next time, I'll tell you how much really I love you; next time, I'll kiss you and hold you; next time…oh, how I wish there would still be a next time. You promised you would come back.

I've missed my chances. When you've always been there, when you were right in front of me, in our little moment of ecstasy, I did nothing.

I felt like each day, a voice was nagging at the back of my mind, telling me how stupid I was to just let you go like that.



You turned around to face me, but did not say anything.

I stood there, hearing the pounding of my heart in my ears. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. You were leaving. Leaving me.

You turned around; your heavy footsteps were audible against the wooden floorboard of the Kamiya Dojo.

"Wh-where are you going?" I asked, hoping for an answer, not just another of your sarcastic remarks.


I felt a swarming feeling of jealousy taking hold of me. "T-to Misao?"


Relief filled me, just as fast as jealousy did. My eagerness took the most of me. "A-are you c-coming back?"

I stepped closer, as you did. So close that if you could only bend down slightly, our lips could touch.

"Of course," you whispered in my ear, and then you turned away and left.


Was that a promise? I could only hope now that it was.

You can only imagine how much I wish that you DID visit Misao instead of going into battle again.

I stood in front of the door every day, since you left— through the rain, through early in the morning and late at night. I waited.

I sat on the ground and pulled my knees to my chest, resting my back against the wooden frame of the door. Just as I did every day.

I found myself almost drifting to sleep as I waited, remembering how many days, months I've spent sitting here, waiting.

You opened the door, and I heard you whisper my name.


My hand rested on my chest. Your voice always sounded so tender.

I stood up. Suddenly, all the things I've wanted to say were lost again. All I could see were your eyes, staring directly back into mine.

We stayed in that position for minutes, merely inches apart.

You pulled me to a heartening embrace, brushing your lips against my cheek, and pulling away just to press your lips gently against mine.

Despite the many times I've prepared for this moment and the many words I've wanted to speak, I didn't have much to say now.




Author's Note: See? Very short. I told you so! Oh well, off to write another fic! PLEASE REVIEW!