The Promise

After seeing Ojou-sama head downstairs, I immediately got up and changed seats to one next to the window, waiting for her familiar figure to appear. Although I knew she was only leaving for a very short time, the distance but a street away, I still couldn't wait to see her again, to savour the time when I could look after her. Whenever I was away from her, it felt like I was walking alone in the dark, unable to find that beam of moonlight which guided my path - worry, confusion would rise unbidden in my heart and I would all sense of direction. "Ojou-sama, you... are my world!" These were the secret words she would never know about, a confession hidden deep within my heart.

The red light meant she was still waiting at the curb. No matter how many people were in the crowd, I was still able to instantly pick out her distinctive midnight blue hair and slim figure. Even if I were able to only look at her shadow, I still could not stop myself worshipping her. I had to constantly question myself - "What... is wrong with me?" It seemed that I was destined to always take care of her everything - ever since I met her for the first time after arriving at the Himemiya household.

The light turned green, and I allowed my eyes to travel along with her. Suddenly, I saw Ojou-sama stop in the middle of the road, and a blonde haired girl appeared within my view, and then for whatever reason, that girl... actually... ran up and embraced my goddess! My heavenly Himemiya-sama! At that moment, the world started spinning, I stared - open mouthed - full of admiration, no, it was uncontrollable jealously, allowing the water in my glass to spill freely. The crashing sound from the glass hitting the floor and my cry of surprise must have startled quite a few of the other customers.

But I couldn't have cared less about what they thought. Because after I saw the two figures come apart from their intimate embrace, Ojou-sama actually took the hand of the blonde girl and carefully helped her to the other side, and was now talking to her in her quiet way - smiling all the time. If Ojou-sama hadn't then turned into the TV station, I would have disregarded all customs and ran downstairs. But ... 'even if I had run down the stairs... then what?' I could only observe Ojou-sama from afar. I could only help her for her everyday needs, but she was someone I could never be close to.

And the most incredible thing was, this blonde girl actually appeared in front of me! It turned out she was the photographer, the one that had caused Ojou-sama to wait all this time. She couldn't stop her flow of apologies, and my anger, or maybe even my jealously suddenly exploded. I could only remember that all my self control had disappeared and I was freely berating her that Ojou-sama had left, completely disregarding what she had stressed before she left. I didn't even ask for the irritating girl's business card, and abandoned her to her own devices in the cafe, before making a quick get away.