Characters: Sanji and OPEN.
Location: The gates.
Time: Early morning.
Content: The stubborn guy finally gave up on being stubborn.
Format: Anything but likely prose.
Warnings: Might want a bucket for those farewell tears ;__;
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But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun )
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Looked sublimely ridiculous, balancing with one foot in the air, the chef was caught between a desire to straight out bolt back to the school or the complete opposite direction. Oh no, oh no no no... For once in his entire life at the school, Tiana was the last person he wanted to see.
Because he desperately wanted to see her.
Something about seeing her face would make him want to stay. Hearing her voice just then, angry as it was, was like some siren's call, every fibre of his being telling him to turn around and beg for forgiveness... but he couldn't.
Gingerly turning on the spot he put his foot down on the line between the gate and the grounds; neither in nor out, as he looked back at the person he could barely bring himself to look at. He couldn't even think of anything to say.
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"So you thought you could just prance away without sayin' a single word, huh? Like nobody would notice that you were here one day and then gone the next?"
She stopped just a few feet in front of him, eyes fixed in an angry glare. Her breath was short and heavy due to exerting her body so early in the morning. But it wasn't enough to stop her from saying what needed to be said.
"That's not how it works, Sanji. It ain't fair to anybody that you just leave the school without warnin'. It ain't fair to your co-workers, to your friends, or to me!"
As she screamed at him, her eyes began to tear up, but a brusque wipe with her sleeve made sure her cheeks remained dry. She would not cry. Not now. Instead she switched her gaze to the ground, sighing tiredly. "You can't just do that. It ain't right."
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Everything about the situation should have made him want to flee the scene as quickly as possible, but instead of the usual scolded-dog expression he usually wore during Tiana's corrective lessons he just looked rather hollow and shaken. Why was it hitting him now? He'd known he was going, known that Tiana had been upset, upset enough to avoid him the last few days... was that why he'd supposed he could get away with this? All he'd succeeded in doing was waking her up early, exhausting her emotionally and wound up with her screaming at him ( ... )
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( ... )
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The last, absurd question was the final nail in the coffin, the cook sinking to his knees at the sight of what his thoughtlessness had reduced her to. Literally, as he barely dared to pick up the small amphibian, his normally dexterous hands reduced to a numb clumsiness from grief.
"Of course, of course of course oh god what did I do to you-" Planting a very disorganized kiss on the minute creatures head the chef gave up on his own ability to hold back the floodgates, tracks of salt water carving their way down his own cheeks under the mop of yellow hair.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry oh please... I'm sorry." His voice faded and cracked, cut off by the hands his head had sunk into.
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( ... )
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She stared back at him as her mind tried to process his request. Come with him? She couldn't believe that he actually said that. The chef perfectly knew well how much staying in New York was important to her dreams. Life at sea as a pirate of all things wouldn't get her the restaurant she always wanted. Yet at the same time, it made complete sense that he wanted her to come with him. The man's love for her knew no bounds, and she would only be lying to herself if she claimed that her love for him wasn't as strong, or even stronger, than his ( ... )
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"Take as long as you like!" He punctuated each word with another peck before placing her gently on the ground, though he had absolutely no desire to remove her arms from his neck.
"After all, it's going to be quite a trip!" He grinned with barely concealed elation before giving her one final, long lasting kiss to the lips, every wildest dream suddenly a dream come true. A last squeezing embrace preceded his taking her by the hand and galloping full speed back down the path to the school, laughing as exuberantly as a schoolboy on the precipice of the greatest summer holiday of his life.
An ending this might have been, but just how much of a beginning it was could not have been anticipated by the pessimistic dreamer.
[[ooc: Shall we call it here? Also BWAAAAAH I AM GOING TO MISS ( ... )
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