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I lol'd ([personal profile] zarahjoyce) wrote2016-03-25 08:28 pm

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 "He said he wants to talk to me."

"He did? That's good. At least it means you're actually talking with him now."

"I... answered his call accidentally. He was using a different number! I thought he was someone else."

"That doesn't matter, Kagura. You need to talk with Hikari. You can't keep running away from him without resolving things."

"Why not?"

"You know why! It's not good for either of you. Either you two work things out or--"

"--or?"

"I don't know. That will depend on the both of you, won't it?"

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"I took the liberty of ordering for you. It's based off your favorites, so I think you'll like it."

Kagura nodded sagely. She lifted her fork, cut through the strawberry cake, and brought a piece to her mouth. "It's good." Her homemade's better, though.

Hikari smiled, took a sip of his coffee. "I'm glad," he said. "I'm glad that you came."

"Like I had a choice? You've been calling me non-stop."
 
"Because I wanted to talk to you."

"We are talking, aren't we?

"Damnit, Kagura." Hikari leaned forward, looking at her with an intensity that made her just a bit uncomfortable. "Shouldn't I at least get a reason why you're suddenly cutting me off?"

She wiped her mouth with a napkin. Her hands were shaking, but she did their best to hide them. She could be an astoundingly good actress, when she put her mind to it. "I'm not stupid, Hikari," she told him. 

He frowned. "I never said you were."

"But you believe it, which makes it so much worse."

Hikari shook his head. "You're not making any sense."

That was the thing, wasn't it? They never really spoke the same language. She was too flighty; he was too grounded. She was whimsical; he, realistic. She was capricious; he, resolved. They were never attuned with one another.

Once upon a time, it hardly mattered.

These days no longer counted as 'once upon a time.'

"Are you happy? With me?"

The question surprised him, and it showed on his face. The fact that it took him quite a while to answer was a reply more truthful than anything he could have told her. "We both promised we will make it work."

"Don't you think the fact that we had to make a promise... means that whatever we have now is broken, to begin with?"
 
"No." 

She stared at her iced tea. "I heard you the other night, you know." At his look she continued, "You thought I was at the other table, mingling with the other guests. And I was. But I could hear your voice." 

Hikari had grand plans. Of course he did. He was on his way up his company. His vision was that in two to three years, he'd already achieved what most men his age could only dream of. He would have already headed his own division; he would have been married by then, have one or two kids, be living in his own home--

"I can't do that," she admitted. "I don't... see myself like that yet, Hikari. I don't want to be part of your vision. Not if it is that soon."

"Then we'll adjust."

"Can you?"