Sayaka would visit me everyday after school at the park. She'd say how my disappearance caused a lot of gossip around the local area, thinking something dreadful had happened to me. It honestly surprised me to think they were all worried. I didn't think I'd leave so much of an impact on the people who were there. I made a slight grimace as she told of how Kyousuke's mood had significantly sunk after I'd vanished and he was talking about me frequently. Dare I explain what happened? What would be the point?

While I can't particularly say that we're girlfriends, the bluenette chick sure does like giving me friendly kisses on the cheek as a greeting. I guess it's the whole PDA (Public display of affection) that rings alarms in my head, causing me to wriggle and even slightly push her away. She isn't offended by it and explains she does that a lot with her close friend Madoka, ever since they were little. She'd pounce on her, tickle her, cuddle her. I think more than anything, it's about my dad. The only person I ever really had close, affectionate contact with was my little sister... and someone else...

I was playing football out in the cemetery one day. Dad of course went livid when I did that, in-case I launched the ball into a flower display or smashed one of the windows. It didn't ever happen, but the whole argument of the probability was enough to make him lose his head if he even saw the ball sitting among the gravestones. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't a horrible man, he was just strict. He loved us and would do anything in the world for the family to be happy. However, the means of the church were just as important.

The bells began to toll in the church and a bunch of people, dressed up fancy with a limo pulled up outside the church. We had dozens of funerals, hence why the space we lived in was so big, but to see people arrange a wedding with us was rare and quite quickly peeked my curiosity. I abandoned the ball I ran over to the corner of the church to get a better look. Everyone began scooting themselves hurriedly into the building, eager for the occasion to start. Once the bulk of people left, only a few females remained by the limo. The door swung open and the bride stepped out. The women squealed with excitement and I blinked at the spectacle. The dress appeared enormous on her skinny frame and the material seemed to just splay outward, like a flower's petals. Everything screamed delicacy with her, as if a single error in her movement would break her down. Which, in a way, was almost true. It was a big day for her.

The church in itself had little money, so when events like this rolled by, the opportunity was taken, just so our meals would bulk up or even BE on the table. It was autumn, slowly merging into winter, meaning the trees were nearly bare, the breeze was crisp on any exposed skin and the appearance of the whole church didn't exactly look top notch. It looked tired. Worn. Who organized this occasion? Here of all places and at this time? I didn't really care, I was more dazzled by the rich scheme of colours beheld in front of me.

However, I was even more dazzled, as out from the limo stepped a flower girl. In a lilac dress, with white cuffs, collar and lace trimmings at the bottom. Polished, shiny black shoes and two bright red roses: one sat on her collar and the other clipped into her sea of sky blue, pixie hair. She beamed up at the adults who proceeded to coo and 'aww' at her presence. She did a spin around, holding her flower basket and giggled. I was captivated by her in an instant.

If she'd seen me, asides from my obvious long red hair, she would've had a moment where she'd mistake me for a boy. I had a white hoodie with black sleeves and green hood and wore jeans and a tired pair of sneakers. As they went inside, I couldn't help but want to follow. Usually at these times, I had to stay away, since dad would be working and would be cross if I got in the way. I slipped in through the door and watched the girl scatter petals on the carpet, as she walked behind the bride. The warm colours of the day bled through the stained glass and she appeared to sparkle. I couldn't take my eyes off her and my stomach bore butterflies.

Much later, the after party started, secluded in a large area away from the graves, literally cupping the celebration area. Since my father had done his duty, there wouldn't be any worry of me getting in the way. I strode towards what seemed to be a large white tent. Making my way over, I was essentially grabbed from behind.

Squeaking, I span round to find the flower girl giggling at me.

"You're sure nosy" she exclaimed with a cheeky grin.

Her voice had me in a vice, so tight, I couldn't speak myself. What was this feeling?

"You're not with the party are you?".

I shook my head. She then stepped a little closer, resulting in me stepping back, my cheeks prickling with heat.

"Do you live here?".

"Yes" I finally say.

"That's so cool! I bet you get to arrange all the decorations and stuff. You must've seen hundreds of weddings".

"Actually, it's funerals we get a lot of. Weddings don't happen here often".

"Funerals?" the girl queried, her face distorted in a silly manner "That's depressing".

"It's all we get. It's exciting to see a wedding happen here though".

"Come into the tent. I'll say you're a friend!" she insisted gleefully, taking my hand.

"U-Um... no. I'll get in the way. There's lots of people".

"I know there's lots of people dumb-dumb. I'm still lonely though. Keep me company!"

As I found a seat, the flower girl came back, smiling, with a piece of cake for me and her. I immediately took a bite and detested it. There was way too much icing and the whole thing came off as powdery and dry. I

"Blegch!".

"Hey!" peeped the bluenette, frowning.

"It's horrible. There's barely any cake there" I proclaimed in disgust, wiping my mouth with he end of my sleeve.

"It's yummy!".

"No it's not!".

"Kids, pipe down. Kyousuke's gonna play his violin for us" mumbled an old gentleman, pointing to the small stage.

A tiny boy in a tuxedo made his way on, the spotlight blinding him as he tried to remove the instrument from it's case. Fumbling at first, he then begins to play. I notice the flower girl becomes mesmerized and me... I don't get it. We sat there for 5 minutes, the longest seeming minutes of my life. It was so dull. I was gobsmacked by how enchanted the girl beside me was. Was it the music or the boy? In either way, I failed to understand it.

"Kyousuke is so cute" she squeed, as we sat on the steps of the church entrance, getting away from the now intoxicated, loud grown-ups.

"Uh-huh" I mumbled.

"Don't you think so?".

"I dunno".

"What do you mean you don't know".

"I don't really like boys. I don't see what's so great about them".

The flower girl rolled her gorgeous blue eyes and pouted at me "Well, one day you will".

"Whatever" I groan, getting agitated.

"Don't you ever wanna have a boyfriend or get married".

"I'm not allowed to".

She gasped and shuffled closer to me "Why?".

"My dad says I can't. He hasn't given me a good reason why. He just says that I'm too young and I need to maintain a pure mind to go to heaven".

"So... everybody today is going to hell?" she blatantly asked, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"No! It's... just me".

"That's not fair!".

"He says he wants to protect me and, again, doesn't tell me what from. He just says that boys these days are too quick to want to corrupt themselves and strip away others innocence".

"I don't see Kyousuke like that" the bluenette pondered. "What would he want with my innocence?".

"I dunno" I sighed.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of lips on my cheek and she pulled away, chuckling sweetly. I held a hand to my cheek. I was stunned.

"D-did you... just... ? What did you do to me?".

"I kissed you".

"KISSED ME? Why?" I yelled, still shocked. She hushed me, looking around.

"I feel bad that you can't have anyone. Everybody needs someone. Maybe if you can't have a boy... you can have a girl?".

"A-a girl?" I stammered, blushing.

"Yeah".

"But... isn't that supposed to be bad?".

"What's wrong with it?".

"Doesn't god look down on it?".

"I don't think god will care who you're with, as long as you're happy".

Hmmm.

"Err... in that case... c-can I kiss you?" I questioned, hesitant.

"Sure!" she said and shuffled up right next to me. I pressed my lips very nervously to hers and she let out a bubbly laugh "That tickled!".

She leaned up to kiss my forehead and then my cheek again, her soft hands cupping my face. I let out a pleased sigh and we both smiled at one another blushing. I kissed her nose and she and I laughed together. Our kisses were playful, happy and frequent. I took her hand and guided her into the church again and we went into one of the confession boxes.

"Will I see you at school?" the bluenette wonders.

"No. My dad teaches me at home. I won't be going to any public school, until later for middle school".

"You should tell your dad what you want. Your opinion matters too".

Her arms wrapped around me and I felt my knees tremble slightly. The embrace was long, soft and we could hear each others heart beats. I hugged her back, caressing her upper back and nuzzling her hair. It smelt so fresh, lemony and was fluffy and soft. It felt so nice, so right, to hold someone like this. A girl.

We pulled back to look at each other. I felt a wash of uncertainty and sadness, thinking I was never going to see her again after today. With that, I leaned to press my lips against hers.

The curtain flew to the side, forcing our kiss to break upon hearing a shocked gasp from my father.

"D-daddy?" I whimper, still holding the flower girl close to me.

"Let go of her this instant!" he shouts, grabbing my arm and pulling me away. "And you, never return to this church. You're not welcome here!" he growls at the bluenette, before dragging me away. I wept, as I reached for her desperately, watching her slowly vanish from my vision.

"Kyouko" chimes Sayaka, delightfully.

I jump a little in surprise, caught up in my flashback and I look to her. She sits with me on the grass by the lake, with a plastic bag of goodies. As she goes to pull out a box of pocky, a grab hold of her and kiss her deeply. Bewildered, she sits there wide eyed, blushing. Soon, she begins returning the kiss, a few quiet moans escaping her thin, fruity lips, as I gently nip and chew them with my fang. My tongue snakes into her mouth again and she accepts it this time, even going so far as to nip it and rub back with her own tongue. We pull away, flushed and she hits me playfully.

"What a reckless rebel! What if someone saw? I thought you hated the idea of PDA" she smirks, amused.

"I don't care anymore" I reply softly.

"You ran away?"she exclaims, dumbfounded.

"My father couldn't let me have an independent life. I was so sick of being a prisoner in my own home".

"But... now you don't have a home" she states stupidly.

"Well done, Einstein".

"No need to be snidey. I'm just wanting to understand" she mumbles, offering me a sip of her milkshake. I gladly oblige. Mmmmn. Mango.

"I'm sorry".

"It's okay. Why was your father so controlling over you to begin with?".

"B-Because one day... when I was younger he..." I look over my shoulder and whisper the last bit "found out I'm gay".

"Ah right. Geez, that prejudice still exists, huh?" the bluenette mumbles angrily, stirring her drink with her straw.

"I thought he was more with the times, but I guess there's still traditionalist elements to him".

"Does he know where you are?".

"No".

"Geez, Kyouko...".

"I can't go back there".

It's quiet for a bit and from under the table in the diner, she holds my hand, stroking it.

"This is more of an emotional date than I imagined... and not in a good way".

"Forget about it. I'm learning more about you".

I blush some and nod.

"It's not particularly pleasant information".

"It doesn't matter. I wanna get to know you. Besides, you can't keep all these thoughts bubbled up".

I nod again and smile. Damn. How'd I get so damn lucky to be with her?

This was a risky thing to do, now I'm thinking about it. Telling her to keep her eyes shut too was a chore, but finally we've now made it. If it weren't for the elevator, this was a no-go plan.

"Now?" she utters, impatient.

"Now".

She opens her eyes and we're standing together on top of one of the construction sites, looking far below.

"Man... I'm afraid to move, but this is incredible. So beautiful at night".

"I know. I loved climbing when I was younger and it's awesome to just see the sight up here" I say, smiling.

"It's so beautiful... a-and high up" she mutters anxiously, looking below her. I chuckle and we sit down.

"Kyouko, I want you to come live with me. I can't stand the idea of you living like this".

"I know, but what the heck are your parents going to think".

"I already told them".

My heart plummets deep into my stomach "What?!".

She giggles, flirtatiously "They're okay with it".

Out of nowhere, Kyubey pops into the scene, prowling to sit in-between us "It seems your romantic endeavor was a success after all, Kyouko".

"Do you ever learn to shut up?!" I snap, flushing.

"Y-Your cat... It talks?" asks the tomboy, dazed at the spectacle.

"Yeah" I mumble.

"So, you're Sayaka Miki" meows the fleabag. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Since you're girlfriends now, what are your plans for-?"

I pick the rascal up by the scruff of the neck "She's not my GIRLFRIEND!" I roar.

This apparently snaps her out of her daze and she looks to me in question. "What?".

Kyubey continues. "You're still denying your homosexuality even now? After you've come so far to garner the affection and attention of the lady of your dre-?".

"Please shut up!" I beg, shaking him a bit.

Flattered by Kyubey's wording, she kicks her feet, as they hang over the edge of the platform we're on, and offers me a shy smile "Lady of your dreams, huh?". Her voice is soft and... alluring.

I gulp. My face couldn't get any redder and I drop the pest back in-between us "Y-yeah...".

"Why are you embarrassed?".

"B-Because... I don't know!".

She reaches over, clasping my cheeks in her cool hands and brings me into a kiss. I relax and run my fingers through her hair, as our lips brush together lovingly. She looks deep into my eyes as we seperate.

"The heart wants what it wants" she whispers.

(LOL This was fun. Let me know what you guys would like to see next. As for my story, 'escapades'. if you have some ideas for scenarios, let me know. Chao!)