Hello there guys this is my first pretear story so go easy on me. It's basically a romantic/ drama kind of thing because I'm a sap for romance and a sap for Sasame. There was like no choosing between hayate and sasame or any of the knights and sasame, the minute i saw him he is my knight in shining armor sigh I've seen all of pretear and I'm sorry to say that I did'nt like him pairing up with Tayako I was hoping for mawata and if not her himeno so you guessed it, this is a sasameXmawata for i would'nt have it any other way

sadly i do not own pretear

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CHAPTER 1

Mawata strolled through the woods, taking another walk which she took every night, to think, to have inner peace, and remain calm and for privacy, which she hadn't got a lot lately. Ever since the incident at The Tree of Ferona mere a month ago, her family was more responsible, worried and caring.

It was sweet and made her smile but at times all she wanted was to be alone….she wasn't used to all the attention. But all in all since then ((being in the Tree of Ferona and being the source of darkness)) which she tried her best not to think about, she was faring better.

Mawata got along better with her family and wasn't as depressed—with Himeno's new friends ((the Leafe knight)), her friends she was cheerful and felt finally noticed……

Her feet trodded down the familiar path, the cool night nice on her face…..

Mawata wasn't afraid of roaming through the woods at night, she felt safe, maybe it was because she and her father had spent many good times here…..laughing….enjoying…

A tear rolled down her face before she could stop, splattering in a last- night's rain puddle. The calm stillness of the puddle was gone and the rippling effects appeared in it along with other interact shapes…

Mawata glanced down at it through long lashes, she didn't know what was wrong with her…..staring at a puddle as though fascinated by it….

She felt so lost.

Mawata pictured her father in mind's eye and fought down a sob, no matter her hard her family tried the would never understand her like her father had…..they could never replace him….and now he was gone. She could barely summon more than a blurry image of him….she was forgetting him…and she was alone again……

"No one understands me" She whispered softly.

A picture of sasame entered her mind, his silky white hair and gently calm eyes…..her heart throbbed, she had felt he knew her, understood her,

"What a fool I've been"

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to drown him out, but she couldn't. Again and again she remembered pouring her heart out to him and without question gave it to him, than it was shattered by the one man she loved, her heart defiled, broken, betrayed…..worthless.

No one would care about her that way….

She pictured him kissing Takako over and over again.

"No, she said angrily, why doe sit still hurt….why can't it leave me…."

Mawata crumbled to the ground and curled up chest heaving.

Yes, she had been doing better yet a part of her was lost, a part sasame had taken with him and never returned. She smiled, she laughed, she was happy but at times like this when pressure burdened her, she would come here and cry and for that she was scarred.

Mawata had given her heart openly and it was thrust back at her, hurting her more then she had ever known leaving her… scarred.

"Sasame" she murmured "Sasame"

Sasame stood high in the trees, little did Mawata know, watching her. He had been doing that a lot lately, following her, making sure she was safe, sasame being unnoticed.

His white hair blew back against his skin revealing his violet shade of eyes looking down at Mawata. His eyes were filled with guilt and pain as she called his name, at what he had caused

I've done this to her….

His body was shaking and not since that night had he been able to forgive himself, no matter how Takako had said it was her fault and she had been responsible. Sasame knew that it was he that Mawata had loved and it was she had openly given her heart to and it was he who had broken it and was unable to pick up the fragments.

She didn't write postcards to him anymore and he had been to ashamed to speak to her since the night he had kissed Takako. Yet he watched from afar, fear that if he did speak to her she would not respond, wondering if he should apologize? Or would that hurt her more? Seeing him again…

Sasame wanted to reach out, mend her, like he had done so many others on the radio—how he had helped her month's ago

And now it was all over

He had his love, Takako but he had crushed a love.

please reveiw and tell me what you think!