Split Decisions Chapter Six: I just want the truth, Ken A/N: Still can't think of a good ending plot so I am just playing with these chapters, anyway, some will really suck like freaking hell...but please read and review anyway! Oh yea, in this story Ken is older then Miyako. Cause, it's just weird when a guy is younger then a girl...no offence...so yea... ~Miyako's POV~ I never thought eyes, anyone's eyes, could hypnotize me so...but here I was, getting psyched by the Kaiser's emotional orbs. Though they seemed to look into me too...and I blushed because of that. But I wanted them to look. Maybe they would find the truth that I had could not. But, maybe they were just as confused as mine were. Maybe. Hesitantly I took his wrist, the wrist of the hand he was holding his shades. And carefully removed the shades, and placed them on the night table, a few of my violet strands falling in front of my face. "You-you look better without them," I finally said, "I-I like your eyes." I flushed. My face burning, yet I didn't break the eye contact with him. I thought he would laugh, I seriously did, but all he did was use his gloved hand and brush a bang away from my face. "And I liked yours, my Miyako..." I really, really BLUSHED. I think my face the shade of dark cherry red. I think I was dreaming, in heaven and hell. I was so confused. Was this the Kaiser, that I always saw in the battlefield? Certainly not. He was not cruel, cold, sarcastic, and all, but the total opposite. Loving, sweet, gentle etc. "Really?" I whispered. I seemed so different. Not the loud, obnoxious, joking, and everything-is-not-really-much-to-me Miyako, but a soft, gently, sweet, caring, not that I wasn't all those things before, or anything, I was just more...like Hikari. "Really." He said firmly, in a tone indicating that he was true. ~Kaiser's POV~ Her face was really red. But I liked that. I brushed another violet strand. They were like amethyst silk strands. Only, I think that her hair is a thousand times more pretty then an amethyst. That moment, I was willing to do anything for her. Like always. Since always. Since I had seen her at her at the soccer game. I had noticed her the first time, liked her the second, cared for at the third, admired and adored at the fourth, and loved and the first. The other girls were a blur to me. How they looked, what they were, whatever they did, I did not care. But Miyako...I wanted to know almost everything about her. But I was afraid of one thing, of her not loving me the way I did to her. It would kill me mentally. I knew. I didn't need to try. For I was afraid of rejection. Any other girl, if they said "no", I wouldn't care. But if it was Miyako... "Kaiser...can I call you Ken now? Your name...it suits you...Kaiser doesn't..." She was stuttering, I could tell. "You can, will, shall, should..." I ran out of words. She brightened a little-maybe, "is they're anything you want?" I asked finally. Now, I was even willing to let her go, to make her happy-my goal. She stared at me for a long time. "Ken...I just want the truth." At that, I didn't know. Even I didn't know. "I don't know the truth, Miyako, that is the only thing I cannot give you." "Why? Your so smart...a genius...you must know..." "I am smart with the academics, Miyako, but I don't know the truth..." "I don't want to leave you, Ken! I just want the truth!" Miyako was crying now. "Sometimes, your so cruel, sometimes your so nice, and-and it confuses me, Ken, it just does, I dream of weird things, all the time...trapped, I am...Ken...I just want the truth!" I wanted to tell her. She was crying. I gently pushed her so she was crying on my shoulder. I wanted to say at the moment: Miyako, I love you. She was still sobbing. "I want the truth(sob), it hurts(choking sound), so confused(voice crack)." It pained me, when Miyako just...just broke out like that. "Miyako, I can't tell you the truth, just yet..." "Yes, you can, you can do anything if you try." She pushed herself up and looked at me. "Ken, you know the truth, I know it." She looked surprisingly pretty even though her eyes were red and puffy. "Miyako...I...just..." "Tell me Ken, you won't regret it..." Her crying had stopped now that she knew I knew what she had been trying to look for. She searched my eyes thoroughly. Her face bore confusion, pain, sadness, and...love?! Her face and eyes did hold a sign that she loved, cared for, someone. Was that someone me? "Miyako...what do I mean to you?" "You mean..." She searched my eyes again, "you mean heaven and hell, peace and war, love and hate, darkness and light, kindness and cruelty, laughing and crying, lost and found(A/N not the lost in found some schools have, the lost as in losing someone you love, and the found as in finding someone you love-got it? Good!), and....just...everything!" She looked down as she toyed with my fingers. Lifting my index finger up, then down, and brushing my gloves. I moved my hand away and tilted her chin up. It was the final straw. I just couldn't hold it in, no matter what the after-effect would be. "Miyako...I love you...and that's the truth." A/N: Yea, I know, so emotional all of a sudden! Anyways, I think these are one of my sucky chaps, anyways...give me some ideas people!! Or just R&R, whichever one..."