So, Shizuru has told Natsuki that she loves her, but Natsuki has never said those three words to Shizuru. No wonder Shizuru is uncertain about their relationship.
Add to that, Natsuki throwing tantrums when Shizuru has to go to work, rejecting her and then making out with her when she comes home, and it's no wonder things are going wrong.
And all of the Shizuru-haters who are saying shitty things about her in their reviews can suck it. This is 75% Natsuki's fault for her absurd mood swings and bratty behavior. She acts like a spoiled, sulky child and she's too self-absorbed to think about what her behavior is doing to Shizuru. And too stupid to tell Shizuru that she loves her.

The story is not long but it is heart-wrenching till the end. Thanks for the story.

Wooow... I thougt this was going to be some vague plot.., which tends to be boring..
But it turnd out i was wrong... This fic is really awesome.. Portraying things that has realistic tendencies.. M so glad i clicked d link to this fic ...

Thanks! Really enjoyed it! :)

I've thought of this work (I've often rummaged about the works of those I admire) many times, both then (when it was incomplete; perhaps at the 7th or 8th chapter) and now. Naolin asked me at that time, way back in the dimness of almost recollection, if I would read this work, and, though I had been consuming as it updated, I refrained from commenting, because it was so damn painful. For this, and a great many other things, I have nothing but regret.
Should you still receive reviews, and suffer that moment of chagrin and heart-tripping excitement that drops from the stomach, and rises, phoenix-like, from the ashes of curious incertitude - to know, to feel, to share in the love of labyrinthine character's draw, to extend a chary hand in hopes of of retrieving the appendage whole, and pray being spared the projected fears of should I shouldn't have and was it wroth - if all or any of these ring true, please accept my heartfelt apology for being unable to laud when appreciation was due.
Let me, as an audience of one, mostly forgotten, to myself and any remaining who might recognize the name (because I am so beyond egocentrism as to make it a laughable mockery of itself), give you now what I should have bestowed then: a token, an offering, a flourish of words and reactions, mingled delight and sorrow, because my timing is forever and ever that space where I should have been, but never was.
Not an appraisal - I may find myself enchanted, bemused or bored, but immersively so, rarely in the context of pointing out where one's foot should have fallen, or what words would better suit (this is why I have a beta, and longsuffering she is) - but rather, what the experience was, beginning to end.
This was, and still is, the most heartbreaking, self-eviscerating, most wondrous and terrifying recant of broken hearts that I've had the very humble honor to read - this being the selfish soul behind why I could not review; I could not bear the the sting, nor swallow the razor's edge of my own folly, so perfectly provoked and depicted. The flavor of sparred yearning between the characters was far to close to home for me to separate from myself, and I was (and still am, laughably enough) desperately clinging, to hold fast to the pricks and woes of Thorns.
Undisclosed was an unmatched, almost indescribable journey; each moment etched and seared and scarred, crystallized, inside me. Rich, evocative... pure. I whisper that word, feeling, knowing the absoluteness of its power. Pure. A dangerous thing, like names, and wants and desires; it has power, cures and curses with the same breath.
Obsession is loving and loving to own. To have and to hold; it's right there, in the vows. Life without love is death, and death becomes its own obsession. And so I am affected, afflicted, turned right-side down and inside-up by the words you chose, the emotions you shared, the vision you offered - your flavor of pure. I wept, several times, trailing sniffles as we speak, but that just proves what I know to be true.
My truth, my pure. Masterful wordsmith, cunning lure; you are such a gifted evocation-ist, Sayosi. For all the horrors and headbanging anguish of creation - it was well worth the effort. It is my fondest wish that this brings you some recompense for the gift you've given me; allowing me to read, and remember... why it was I fell in love. A gift I hope to share, in return, when I finish what I began. But that, as they say, is another story.
Postscript: If there is still contact between you and Naolin, please pass along that absence is most keenly felt, and of course, I should have listened.

wow! truly one of the best!

I hate you. Ooooh boy do I hate you for breaking my heart and making me fall in love with these characters, this story, your words all in one sitting.
This is probably the first and only time I can honestly say I've been so deeply moved by a fiction story of unofficial publication.
I'd love you as a writer. I'd be your biggest fan.
If you ever come across this message sometime in the future, please tell me if you ever published or plan of publishing anything.
I'll snap it right out of the book shelf.

Oh, Natsuki, darling. Simply "making love" to someone does not mean loving them. Poor Shizuru had to go through an emotional roller coaster while Natsuki was being the on and off cold lover. It's sad to say, but it actually reminds me of myself back then. And although my story came to an end, I'm glad that this is their beginning. I'll keep this fic in mind whenever I think unhappy thoughts.

And on a happier note, the ending was just so sweet. It was a realistically sweet ending, as opposed to a fairytale ending.

Thank you so much.
And oh? I just realized I already reviewed this story... 3 years ago. Oh jeez!
Told ya this was a gem!

Wow, amazing story. Although some parts were kind of vague and confusing, I think you did an excellent job of conveying the depth of emotion between the characters. Great job.

At first it's a bit depressing how Natsuki is clinging on to Shizuru. Nevertheless, it's an awesome fanfiction since I stayed up all night just to read from the beginning to end.

Oh boy! Rape! Coming from a sleepy natsuki! Sounds so hootttttt

Wait... Was it shizuru or natsuki that said I love you? :(! And did the other girl not have enough time to reply back before the other hung up or did she just not say it? :((! Curiosity killed the cat yo!

Oh, my...this story was so confusing...

Wow! It was emotional but I still enjoyed reading it. It made my heart aches for their pain but it made me happy for the ending all in all, it was.. amazing. xD ShizNat forever~ hahaha

Thank you very much for the story! :3

bravooooo... good story and very touchy at the last few chapter

wow, this was amazing. I could feel both Shizuru's and Natsuki's emotions throughout this whole story. At one point i thought i was gonna get teary eyed lol. I'm just awed and love this story. This was a a great drama. Thanks for sharing your wonderful work.