Notes and Disclaimers: The following is an original work by me, freely using the creative genius of Tachiwaka Megumi, to whom I am indebted. The characters of Saint Tail, Asuka Jr., et al are owned by Kodansha and TMS.
In theory the title of this one is longer than the fic itself! ^__^
I sincerely hope you enjoy this fic half as much as I do, and you'll be inspired to let me know.
May we all find a love like Asuka Jr. and Meimi.
Why won't you look at me?
Asuka Jr.s arm shot out and arrested Meimis flight. She turned her face away again, but even the dark of night didnt conceal the tears on her cheeks as she tried to flee in the opposite direction. Again he threw his arm out, effectively caging her to the brick wall. Meimi stamped her foot in frustration and turned her back to him. For a long moment, neither one spoke. Asuka Jr. could see her shoulders shaking as she continued to silently cry. His annoyance at the situation began to rise.
"What is wrong with you?" he demanded dropping his arms and taking a step away from her.
Meimi said nothing.
The silence stretched on; one minute, then two. Finally the detective turned to go.
Her voice was a mere whisper but it was enough to stop him. He turned back, waiting.
"Why?" she repeated, leaning forward to rest her forehead against the wall. Seconds ticked by with no more sound from her. Asuka Jr. was about to question her when she twisted to face him. Her head was still down so that her hair obscured her eyes but her trembling body betrayed her condition.
"Why dont you notice me?" she demanded, her hands clenching into fists. "Why dont you ever look at me? All you ever see is Saint Tail, Saint Tail, Saint Tail! Why!"
The vehemence of her words drove Asuka Jr. back a step. For a long, terrible moment he didnt know what to think, but slowly his brain began to reflect upon their meeting, and he quickly questioned his motive for talking to his classmate. It was his doing, this present mood, and for that alone he owed her an answer.
"Haneoka..." he soothed.
"No! No!" She violently shook her head, then her fists rose to her eyes, scrubbing the tears away. "I want the truth!" she demanded, stomping her foot in a step toward him. "Tell me, once and for all! Why her?"
Asuka Jr. looked down at her face, into her red eyes...and felt his heart breaking. Slowly, he withdrew a handkerchief and began to gently dry her cheeks.
Meimi gasped at this tender act and withdrew a step, only to have him follow. She imagined he was only putting her off and it caused tears anew to overflow her eyes.
"Why?" she whispered, falling back against the wall, as if all her energy had deserted her.
This wasnt a repeat of her first question, he knew, but a new one all together. With a smile, he took a step closer, caught up her limp hand and placed it over his heart.
"So youll notice me," he breathed onto her skin, leaning forward to kiss her damp cheek.
Meimis eyes closed on their own, but she forced them open as he moved impossibly closer. She wated to question him again, but his answer was pressed to her lips.
She struggled against him, trying to force him off, to give herself room to think, but he wrapped her in an embrace that offered no escape. "Youre confusing me," she panted, struggling against him, pushing against his chest in an effort to extract herself.
"No," he said, shaking his head, "You wanted the truth, and now you have it."
Meimi stopped then and looked up at him, longing for clarity. She had to be sure he wasnt still toying with her.
Asuka Jr. smiled sadly, nodding.
And now it was Meimi whose brain was laboring for confirmation. She gazed into his eyes, hoping she was right...found what she desired, and literally melted into his arms. He quickly shifted his grip, supporting her, pressing her back against the wall, as his mouth closed on hers again.
This time her arms went around his neck, and his arms crushed her to his chest as their kiss lingered.