Disclaimer: Don't own Flame of Recca. So don't sue me.
A/N: Characters are OOC in this one-shot, you have been forewarned.
This is dedicated to one of my most beloved best friends in the entire world Silver Dreams on Golden Wings.
Edit 8/5/08 : I lied. With the constructive criticism of Midnight Sleepyspray (go visit her profile. Now), I've done a Version 2 - some pseudo version, in any case. Most of it remains the same as ever. You have to credit MS-chan for providing me with several wonderful endings. I may just do a Version 3.
Disclaimer applied - I don't own Flame of Recca.
Here Without Me
"Do you love me?"
"I'd die for you."
"Are you lying?"
"Of course not."
"Would you sacrifice your life for my happiness?"
He smiled bitterly when he recalled that joyful moment. He'd thought it'd be everlasting happiness to be living forever with the girl he loved, the girl he wanted more than anything on Earth.
He had been wrong.
"How long has this been going on behind my back?" Barely concealed anger was evident in his words.
She looked down, feeling guilty. "Four months in the least."
The silence that followed was almost deafening. Then, "How could you do this to me? Why? Do you want me dead?"
Looking at him, face full with pain, she gulped. "He loves me more than you ever could."
His expression was aghast when he turned to face her. "How can you say that? I loved you more than life itself!"
"You don't, and you never did! You left me alone without anyone to care for while you went around doing God knows what!"
Their voices were raised to yelling now, her pitch high and his low growling.
"It's called work."
"Even so, he worked and yet he still made time for me! Did you?"
"Does it matter? I'm earning a living for us both!"
"Yes, it does matter!"
Raw venom pierced through their hearts. The 6th fight they'd had in two days. Anger shone in his eyes, unwanted tears in hers.
"Forget it. Just forget it." He turned away, starting to walk towards the door.
"We have too much difference."
Her sharp tone of voice made him pause in his tracks. Turning around to glance at her over his shoulder, he remarked in a icy voice, "So where do we go from here?"
For the first time since the argument started, she looked him directly in the eye. "Divorce."
Currently, they were still waiting for the divorce papers to be signed, and then it'd be official. Until then, she was still living in his apartment, but his presence was no longer acknowledged. It was as if he was never once her best friend, never her lover, never her husband.
His words haunted him everyday. Every single day, he tried to start a conversation with her, because he couldn't take it. Those words would come back every so often to refresh themselves in his mind. I'd die for you.
There was not a moment of doubt or hesitation when he'd answered her question.
Would you sacrifice your life for my happiness?
And he'd said,
She sat on the bed, musing as she reconsidered her decision to break up with her husband permanently.
"You know how you said you'd sacrifice your life for my happiness?"
He glanced over at her, hoping this conversation was not going with he thought it was heading to. "Yes?"
"Would you really do it, or did you just say that?"
"I'd really do it."
She smiled grimly. "You're just saying it."
"If you return to me, I will."
She shook her head stubbornly, eyes brimming with tears. "It can never be the same again."
"We'll start over, I swear we'll get along this time, just please-"
"No. We can't." She looked up at him, allowing the tears to drip down her smooth cheekbones.
"Why not? I swear I'll-"
"He's asked me to marry him."
There was a momentary pause. "And you accepted?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Another pause followed this statement - for it was more a statement compared to a question. And, just as soft, she replied:
He stared at them, together at last outside the window. His face was wistful, paler than it had ever been. He had hardly eaten these few days, but the pain of hunger did not surpass the pain of being alone.
I'd die for you.
She did not need him anymore, and that realization made him feel isolated, and so lonely. He could see her face - radiant with joy, and a fierce loving towards her new fiancé.
Would you sacrifice your life for my happiness? Undoubtedly.
She didn't need him anymore. She didn't want him anymore. All she needed was him, that fool who took her away from him.
"Why him?" he asked, trying to suppress the pain he felt.
"Because I can see he truly does love me," was her curt reply, and she averted her eyes, gazing down at the marble floor instead of him.
"I do, too!"
"Oh, shut up with the questions! Just go jump into a lake or something!" she had screamed, rushing to her room to break down into sobs.
She never needed him from the beginning. She didn't want him the same way he wanted her anymore. And she loved someone else now.
Numbness filled the rising pain in his chest that tied it in tight knots. His breath came in short gasps as he walked down to the kitchen, knowing fully well now what to do.
"We'll make things the way it was. Without him, without anyone else but ourselves."
"Don't you understand? It will never ever be the same anymore!"
Thumps on the table was accompanied by the sound of glass crashing down as they continued to argue amongst themselves, and him against the reality of their situation.
He wanted it to go back, all back to the way it was before he entered her life. Before he took over her love.
But the futility of it all was too painstakingly obvious.
They would never become the center of each other's lives again.
He selected a knife, so sharp that it would steal drops of blood at the bare interaction with soft flesh.
And closed his eyes, positioning the weapon so that he could die quickly.
"Would you be able to live without me?"
"No," he replied, before glancing curiously at her. A bride shouldn't be asking that on her wedding night. "Why'd you ask?"
She grinned lazily, lying on the bed. "Just checking. Because I know I'd never be able to live without you."
Kirisawa Fuuko was in the middle of drinking her coffee when Raiha barged through her door, alarm and horror in his dark eyes, so much that she knew something was wrong - terribly wrong. She got up, worry etched on her fine features.
Raiha handed her a note. "I found this in Mikagami's apartment."
Fuuko's eyes widened as she read the contents.
"There was a reported suicide today in the newspaper," Raiha continued in a strangled voice.
She felt her eyes glazing over with tears.
"Fuuko?" He caressed her cheek with such gentleness it only made her wish to cry more. "I'm so sorry."
I love you, I always did and always will.
I would give my heart to you, and I would kill myself for your happiness.
So I hope you are happy forevermore.