...Realization...

Author: Azraelya 
 
The rain fell in thick, icy sheets against the quiet roof top of the school. "Am I not good 
enough?" Seiya asked quietly, feeling the rain drip from his lips like unshed tears as he spoke. 
 
Usagi didn't know how to answer, or what the extent of his question implied. She looked up at 
him slowly, her innocent blue eyes locking with his darker ones. 
 
He leaned forward then, watching her eyes widen as his hand came to rest softly against her 
cheek. He gently brushed away the cold liquid with his thumb, rather certain that her tears 
mingled with the rain. "Am I not good enough?" he repeated in a whisper, his breath 
trembling out and tingling warmly upon her face from his closeness. 
 
And then, he closed the brief distance between them, pressing his rain-moistened lips against 
her own, feeling her gasp softly in surprise. 
 
So innocent, she was... and perhaps he took advantage of this innocence. He deepened the kiss 
just slightly, his tongue sliding gently against her lower lip before slipping between the parted 
folds of flesh, tasting her and kissing her as he had always dreamed of. 
 
He began to pull away, ready to face the consequence of his actions, ready to endure the anger 
and hatred she would now harbor for him... 
 
What he was not ready for was her trembling hands clutching a fistful of his rain-drenched 
shirt, her eyes squeezing shut as she pressed her lips softly to his own with a longing 
desperation. "Odango," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers with the motion of his 
words. 
 
She didn't say anything as he deepened the kiss once again, reciprocating innocently as her 
hands fell from his shirt.  
 
Several long, impacting moments passed before she finally pulled away, her forehead resting 
softly against his. "Seiya," she whispered finally, not sure what to say. 
 
But nothing else needed to be said. 
 
He pulled away from her slightly, gazing with a hidden longing at her trembling figure. "I 
wish I was good enough, Odango," he said quietly, his tone calm and resigned. "But... I know 
I cannot take his place." His lips brushed softly against her cheek, lingering for a moment to 
savor the feel of her skin against him. He drew himself away completely, licking his lips 
slightly as he turned to leave. "Aishiteru, Odango... Usa... zutto." And with that, he walked 
away.