This will conclude my short little fic on Trent and Kira. It's amazing how a story can go from depressing to a fluff ball. I hope you guys enjoyed it.
Part Three: The Hardest Thing
They sat there, staring at each other and to Kira, it felt like an eternity before any of them made a sound. Should she run? No. She couldn't, not now. It was too late. She knew that this day was going to come sooner than later. Later would've been better because he wouldn't have to see her weak.
She couldn't avoid Trent for the rest of her life or until she was able to leave Reefside. It would have been too hard. The time that they have had spent apart, in those two weeks, sent her on an emotional rollercoaster of disaster. She would hate to have to see how she would be spending the rest of time without him.
She couldn't. She wouldn't.
She looked away from him again, staring back in his dark eyes sent those butterflies all over again in her stomach. He made her blush and he didn't have to say anything. Just the way he looked at her was all that it took. His touches were gentle and soft. She couldn't even bring herself to pull away from him. She sighed.
She wanted to cry. But instead, she held it with every once of her being. She sucked it in and swallowed it. He wasn't suppose to see her this way, not on her knees and broken. She had too…..She shook her head. This was going to be tougher than she thought.
"What are you doing here?" She finally asked him, breaking the silence that filled the air around them. "I thought you were in school."
Trent nodded, dropping his hand to his side and stood to his feet. He held out his hand for her to take and when she hesitated for a moment, he grunted. "I don't bite."
Kira chuckled quietly to herself, biting back the comment she so intended to say but couldn't. "Not the answer I was looking her." She said, placing her hand in his and he carefully eased her to her feet.
Their bodies brushed against one another, inches apart from their lips meeting, something that they both were dying to do. Kira licked her lips and Trent shifted uncomfortably. She was so tempting that he had just about lost it. Whatever that had happened between them and what they had gone through flew out the window and all he wanted was to have her back. Forget the heartache, the pain, sleepless nights…that didn't matter to him anymore. He wanted her.
He stepped closer to her, his arm slid around her slender frame and pulled her even more filling the small gap that separated them. He brushed a strand of her hair from her face. He smiled. She gasped.
But when he was going to go in for the kill, to taste those sweet lips of hers again, she turned away from him, taking a few steps back.
He dropped his head, closing his eyes. He ran a hand over his face and shook his head. That was to be expected. "Sorry." He mumbled. So close but yet so far away. Out of his grasp and back to the beginning. It sucked being a teenager with raging hormones.
She kept her back to him, staring down at the ground. "It's fine." She replied, but it wasn't. She had wanted it just as bad as he did. She could feel it. It was so tempting and she haven't been that close to him in a while, she could almost taste it.
She sucked in a deep breath and slowly let it out. The tension was there and it in some ways felt awkward. They were suppose to be apart. This was a fight and the wounds were deep enough that just a kiss wasn't enough to fix it. Or was it? She didn't know. Her judgment was becoming cloudy and it frustrated her. 'Back on track, don't think about what could happen.' She told herself.
"You never did answer my question." She told him, turning around to face him but she kept her eyes away from his.
Trent sighed. "I saw you leave, so I followed you."
"But why though?" She wanted to know…needed to know. She thought for sure that he would have been the last person to follow her when she had hurt him like she did. She was proven wrong.
"It's not like you to skip school." He paused momentarily, looking at her, trying to get her to look at him. But failed. "I had to make sure that you were okay, but from the looks of it earlier, you weren't."
Kira laughed awkwardly, shrugging off her breakdown. "Oh that? That was nothing. I'm fine now."
Trent raised his eyebrow at her. "That didn't look to be nothing, Kira. You don't just cry for nothing. There's always something and you don't just have a breakdown either." He took a step towards her.
"It's nothing, really. I just lost control of myself, that's all. I'm fine." She watched him take that step closer to her and her heart began to race. Her legs felt like cement and she couldn't move. She screamed at herself to turn and run away. She can't get close to him again. She could lose the battle and she couldn't allow it. But then why did he have such an effect on her? Why was he doing this to her when he knew that she couldn't fight it? He was making it so hard for her and it wasn't fair.
"I don't believe that." He told her, shaking his head. He took another step.
"Trent, stop." She held her hand out. Her fingertips touched his chest, trying to keep the distance between them. "Just stop." She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please, stop."
"No, Trent." She interrupted him. "I can't do this. It's not right." Her voice cracked and the pent up emotions that she managed to keep down when he was around started to make its way back up. "You shouldn't be here. You weren't suppose to follow me."
"Because it's too hard. It's too hard to stay away from you." She looked up at him, her eyes glossy over and the tears began to fall again. "I've tried so hard to avoid you, to forget you and I thought…maybe if I did, it would just go away."
Confusion was an understatement for the white ranger. What was she talking about? What wouldn't go away? He looked over at her, their eyes meeting. He grew nervous again, just like when he told her that he loved her. He couldn't, but he had to tell her. "I can't help it, Kira. I want you so bad that it's tearing me up inside. I really wish I could because it would make things so much easier. But I can't."
She whipped her tears away while a fresh set rolled down her cheeks. She fought back the sob with the back of her hand and she tried to swallow the lump that was stuck in her throat. She whispered through her tears, afraid that if she spoke any louder, her voice would escape her and she would crack.
But it was too late.
"I'm so sorry, Trent. I didn't mean for this to happen. It wasn't suppose to end up like this. I never meant to hurt you." She cried, as the tears came faster and harder. "It's all wrong. Everything is wrong." Her body shook uncontrollably. "It feels awful like someone is kicking me in my stomach and I can't breathe. My heart feels like it's being used as a punching bag and I can't make it go away. It won't ..." Her words were caught, fading from her as she covered her face with both of her hands and cried.
He stood there like a deer staring back at the headlights of the oncoming car. Shock, confused and surprised all rolled up into one. He was waiting for it to hit and hit hard. He was lost for words. He couldn't think of anything to say and maybe it was a bad thing for him but what was he suppose to say? He could easily forgive her, forget that this whole mess ever happened if she would allow him back into her life. They could make things work. He wouldn't pressure her, put her on the spot light of what her true feelings were for him. He could wait. He would wait for all eternity if only it met that he could have her back. He would do anything. She was his everything, his light, his true love.
"Kira…" He spoke quietly, softly almost auditable, almost as if his voice was put on mute. He took the distance that separated them. He placed his hands on hers, grasping them and lowered hers from her face. He made her look up at him, her embarrassment got the best of her. He whipped her tears from her eyes and off her cheeks and held her face in his hands. "I would give anything to have you again. I know you never meant to hurt me. And I never meant to hurt you. You know I would never hurt you, that dark part of myself is gone Kira and never coming back and if I could, I would erase everything that I did wrong to you."
He lowered his head to hers, resting against her forehead. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, taking in her sweet scent. "But my feelings are true to you. You're my favorite yellow ranger after all. I love you, Kira. I can't help what I feel."
"I know." She said moving her hands to his shoulders. "I know what it is that you feel because I feel it too. I denied myself. I was afraid to look past what you did to me to see the real thing. I lied to cover up that I do love you too. And I hope that you could forgive me too."
His eyes shot open and he pulled back slightly. He looked at her, searching for the realness of her answer in her eyes because he couldn't take another slap in the face.
Caressing her face softly, Trent lowered his head to meet her lips. "All forgiven." He whispered, brushing his lips against hers. In an instant, they found themselves lost in each other, kissing, forgetting about the past.