Disclaimer: I do not own FMP or the characters.

AN: This story is to take place after Sousuke is dismissed from being Kaname's "insurance". If enough people like this, I may continue it as a story! Depends on y'all, though! Please read and review!

The sunlight flickered through the curtains draped in front of the open window, causing the sleeping figure to groan and stir. The girl's eyes were red and puffy, and she was lost. She didn't understand why she felt like this. It had been years since her high school days – years since she had last seen him. Since he had been taken from her.

Sousuke hadn't even come to say goodbye. He just left her, in the middle of the night, with no reason why. Besides duty, of course. She had forgotten she was just his obligation. It was easy to do so, especially when he looked at her. Sometimes, he'd look at her like she was his world, his light in the dark, his happiness that could be found in even the saddest of places. So obviously, she would've thought he cared. That he loved her, almost as much as she loved him. However, when she strode to his apartment on that fateful morning, she found out how wrong she actually was.

They were late for class, and had a Japanese History test that day. Honestly, he could be such a knucklehead. If she hadn't miraculously woken up, she would've missed school entirely, and it was all his fault. He had ONE job, and he couldn't even do it right. She was waiting at the place they usually met at so they could walk to school together, impatiently stamping her foot. Sighing, she checked her watch. Ten minutes late?! Something must be up. Sousuke always prided himself on being practical and punctual. So, she had angrily stomped to his apartment, thinking to knock some sense into that military nut's brain.

The sinking feeling in Kaname's gut told her that even before she had opened the door. Not a thing was out of place. Bare walls, washed windows, clean floor. Except for Sousuke. That idiot had up and left her alone. She dropped her school bag and slowly walked into the apartment, eyes wide with confusion, soon replaced with hurt. He was gone. And he didn't come back.

For months, she waited for him, checking his old apartment, desperately hoping that one day he would walk into the classroom at school. But he didn't. Months turned into years, and then finally, graduation. Kaname had grown up, and in doing so, had left her childish dreams behind, including Sousuke. She told herself, time and time again, that she didn't love him. That she was over him. Alas, her heart didn't listen. Sure, she'd dated other guys and had other relationships, yet she couldn't get him out of her head. He was like a reoccurring dream she wanted to leave behind, but couldn't bring herself to let go. Then, it happened.

She was twenty-two, sitting on the couch in her living room, watching TV and trying to decide what to do with her life when the doorbell rang. She got up, curious, seeing as she hadn't expected visitors. Unlocking the door, she threw it open to reveal none other than Sousuke. Gasping in shock, Kaname threw her hand up to her mouth. They stood there like that for a minute, tears in Kaname's eyes, Sousuke's staring straight ahead. He stood at attention, as if this were a debriefing, as if he hadn't walked out on her years ago. She narrowed her eyes at him, overcome with a surge of anger. He had to have known the affect his leaving had on her. She opened her mouth, ready to venomously spit a biting remark at him, ready to tell him just how much he had hurt her by leaving that day, and that he couldn't just do this. He could not leave and then come back into her life as if nothing had changed. However, he beat her to it, speaking before the words ever left her mouth.

"I'm getting married," he said, finally gathering the courage to look at her.

The color drained out of Kaname's face, her anger dissipating at those words. Her grip on the door tightened, and she swallowed difficultly before speaking.

"T-to whom?"

"Tessa."

"You mean Captain Testarossa?"

"Affirmative. We've been dating for two years now."

Kaname's legs went weak, and she had to lean against the doorframe for support. The times that she actually allowed herself to think of a reunion with her lost love, it did not end up like this.

"W-why are you telling me this?" Kaname asked shakily, then slowly replacing that shakiness with newfound strength and anger, "In fact, why are you even here? You left me. YOU LEFT ME, YOU JERK! You were supposed to be there for me, and you left me alone."

"Kaname, I had to. I was called back from my mission, and I had an obliga-"

"An obligation, huh? That's all it ever was with you, wasn't it? All you ever cared about was your duty. You never cared about me, did you?" she asked, her voice menacing.

"Kaname, I-"

"Save it. I loved you, you know that? I freaking loved you. I cried and cried when you disappeared. I spent every single goddamn day waiting for you to just show up. And guess what? You didn't! I expected more of you - that was obviously a mistake. And now you come back to tell me you're getting married? Life doesn't work like that. I don't work like that. So Leave. NOW."

Sousuke stared at her in complete shock, but before he could say anything, he was shoved back, and the door was slammed in his face. He shook his head, spared one last glance at the apartment, and then walked away.

Inside, Kaname leaned back against the door, tears flowing freely. She slowly slid down until she reached the floor, where she then put her head in her hands and sobbed.

She didn't remember making the trek to her bed, nor did she remember falling asleep, but here she was, waking up to the soft sunlight and chirping birds. She ran a hand through her tangled, messy hair, sighing, remembering last night. She knew why she felt lost, she just didn't want to admit it to herself. She still loved Sousuke, and he had finally come back to her – just to tell her he loved someone else. Kaname closed her eyes, finding stability in the sounds of the city outside. For now, that was what she would have to hold onto.