A/N: Here is a new project that I've been working on for the past month. I hope you like it! Please read and review! Kyou might be OOC, but then again he might not be.

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We were walking, me and Haru. Through the busy streets of Tokyo, we wandered aimlessly window shopping. A certain silver object glinted happily through one of the windows in a jewelry store. It stopped me in my tracks, letting my street companion to keep on walking. The anklet was an Italian Sterling Silver CZ Cross Anklet at a low price of only $18. I felt a presence behind me and I looked up at the window to see Haru there. He had this emotionless expression that was plastered onto his face almost 24/7. I felt myself scowling at his mug in our reflection.

"What is it?"

"What are you looking at? You want to buy something?"

"No!" I shouted and walked off. As I continued down the rows of shops, I realized that I was alone. Haru didn't follow me. I turned and I cursed. Minutes later I see him jogging out of the store that we had previously stopped at with a small box in his hands. I eyed the cardboard box curiously.

"What's that?"

"If we go over to that bench, you'll see." I looked perplexed as ever but I walked over to the wooden bench near the sidewalk and sat. Haru, however continued to stand and he walked over until he was right in front of me. Sensing the tense awkwardness in the air, I went to stand up, but he stopped me by dropping to one knee.

For a split second and a half, my mind was reeling back to romance movies and novels that I was forced to read and watch during my highschool years. Was this some sort of a proposal? It seemed like it, but I was too busy watching people staring at us like some freakshow to even notice. For some reason, he reached out to grabbed my right leg. Isn't there something wrong with the picture? Wasn't Haru proposing to me? And if he was, wasn't he supposed to grab my LEFT hand?

I watched in confusion and frustration as Haru pulled up my pant leg and removed my shoe and sock. He then stopped to open the black box next to me on the bench and pulled out the item that he bought from the jewelry store. It was then that I realized that it wasn't a marriage ring, in fact it was an anklet; an anklet that I was previously looking at.

The silver band felt cold against my warm skin and that alone, brought the corners of my lips curving into a smile. After clapsing the hook, Haru flicked the hanging cross and placed a small kiss upon my ankle,

"Happy Anniversary, Kyou."