This story is so cute... I was like, all *sniffle* touched when I read it. I tell ya, it's worth a read. So read it!!!!!

Almost Perfect




Yamato just stared at her, unsure of how to react. A tidal wave of emotion startled him, working their way from a fluttering in his stomach to a banging headache. "What?" He croaked, not really wanting to hear the words again, but at the same time knowing he had to.
Sora stared right back at him through the pouring rain. "I said," she bit her lip momentarily, before finally choking out the words again. "I said I'm breaking up with you."
Yamato shivered slightly in the darkness. "That's what I thought you said." Sitting slowly on the low swing, he peered up at her with lost eyes. "Can I ask why?"
She winced as thunder sounded overhead and avoided his eyes. Turning her back on him, she wrapped her arms around herself in a pathetic attempt to keep warm. "If you like." Her cold, emotionless words pelted into him harder than the icy rain.
"Okay then. Why are you breaking up with me?"
"I..." even though it was near pitch black, and even though she refused to face him, he knew she was near tears. "Have my reasons."
Standing, he whirled her to face him angrily. "Don't I at least deserve and answer? After four years together I- "
She put a finger to his lips gently, silencing him. "You're right. I'll explain." She focused her eyes over his shoulder, to where a fork of lightning had momentarily illuminated the night sky. "I don't want to hold you back." She brushed her wet bangs back and met his eyes defiantly. "I love you too much, and I don't want to- "
He sighed. Now, finally, things where beginning to make sense. "This is about all the publicity the band's been getting lately, isn't it?"
She nodded before jerking away from him. "They said that if you had a girlfriend, you wouldn't be as popular. That the band mightn't make it after all they said; it'd be my fault if you missed your big break ~"
"Who said?" He demanded angrily. "Who's responsible for this change in you?"
She began sobbing loudly. "No. I can't tell you "
Wrapping his arms around her quickly, she clung to him, crying her heart out, as the rain got steadily worse.
"Who said?" He repeated, his mouth only centimetres away from her ear.
"The other guys in the band " she whispered, staring up at him with wide, frightened eyes.
Her words were like a harsh slap, and it took him a few moments to come to terms with what his so-called friends had done. They'd stabbed him in the back. No, more like the heart. He kissed her forehead softly. "Sora, don't cry."
She shrugged out of his embrace and wiped at her eyes. "I think it's best if I go now. And that you don't follow me I won't turn back if you don't call my name."
Yamato shook his head sadly. "Is that what you really want? And don't let what the guys said to you influence your answer ~"
Turning abruptly, she ran over the wet grass, her hair like flowing like ribbons behind her, her clothes drenched and mind confused.
"I won't turn back if you don't call my name." He muttered quietly to himself. There was more to her words, and he knew it.
Sora began to feel light-headed as her shoes slapped against the pavement a few minutes later. Her side ached and her legs felt like lead, but the soccer player inside of her forced her to run, away from Yamato.

"I need to know you're out there if I am ever to get through this!"


They were Yamato's words; words he'd whispered to her in the dark hospital corridor after his Dad's accident.

" Promise me promise me you'll never leave me "


She skidded to a halt. Yamato had muttered that right after they had- right after they had given themselves to each other. Catching her breath, she remembered how perfect the evening had been. It had been her seventeenth birthday, and Yamato had been such a gentleman; he hadn't pressured her at all.
"Sora!" She spun quickly, catching a quick glance of Yamato sprinting towards her, calling her name.
She ran faster than she knew she could. Away from him. Rounding the corner, she pushed through the busy crowds and sped up. Darting across the road, she ignored the angry cries of the drivers and darted across another, her mind wandering, staring-
-into headlights.
She froze. The car was coming dead on, it was going to hit her and she couldn't move.
Her scream was drowned out by the screeching of the breaks as strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her roughly away from the car's path. She released her breath nosily as Yamato tightened his grip around her middle.
His eyes widened.
"So that's what you were keeping from me."
She collapsed against him, catching her breath nosily. "I was going to tell you."

She burrowed further under his duvet, swamped in an old pair of his jogging pants and sweatshirt. "...so that's why I did it. I figured that if having a girlfriend would make the band less popular, then having a baby would-" not having to look at him makes this a little easier, she realised, squeezing her eyes shut.
Yamato leaned back in his desk chair. "I don't care about any of that. The band can wait. I have other responsibilities now."
She poked her head up from under covers and grinned at him. "You mean you're okay with all of this?"
"Yeah." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't think I could be happier, I mean, I'm going to be a dad!" He smiled. "And I'm here with the girl- woman I love most in the whole world. Things are perfect."
"Almost."
He looked at her. "Almost?"
She nodded. "What are we going to tell our parents?"
"We'll face that together." Sitting next to her, he began to think. "Besides, we have more important things to worry about." He poked her stomach gently. "For starters, how are we going to support this little guy?"
Taking his hand in hers, she poked him back with a sigh. "We'll face that together."



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