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Sayuri sighed and continued to observe him without him knowing.

She was in the living room, while that solitary figure outside looked like he would stand the test of time and any weather.

It had been nearly a year since his break-up. How long does it take for one to get over it? It was hard to tell with Kyle for there was no change in his mannerisms and expressions since the break-up.

In the sense that you never saw him in pain or look melancholy or all that sort of thing one would normally expect from a person suffering from heartache.

It was said that when a woman goes through a break-up, they would take the first few weeks/months crying / sad etc then slowly recovers and starts laughing.

When a guy goes through a break-up, they\'d be laughing at first and then start crying / be sad after. It was as if they\'d only \'feel\' the effects later.

With Kyle?

Nothing.

He was unemotional.

No, that was not true.

He did show one emotion: anger.

It was either indifference or anger. That\'s it.

Sayuri sighed.

During this entire time, she had been herself and did not utilize any of her ninja seduction skills to get him. She had a feeling he\'d be repulsed by it once he figured it out.

Also, she felt that doing so would only be cheating him - and her.

She loved him, and she wanted him to love her back. Her, not the person she pretended to be in order to get him, or the person that only showed him the good things.

She accepted him as he was, and she wanted him to accept her as she was.

Sayuri sighed as she stared at the handsome figure in front of her. Even that darn sunlight decided to bathe him in some ethereal glow as it set, making him look more majestic than ever.

Stupid Kyle.

She glared at his back in indignation. See if you can continue to act nonchalant when I\'m staring at you so blatantly.

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Kyle was well aware of the pair of eyes that seemed to be boring holes in his back.

How could he not, when his senses were heightened as he stood there? He was praticing his ninja arts, after all.

It took all of his willpower not to turn around and ask her what was on her mind and why she was staring at him so.

Was she, perhaps, worried about him?

He placed his hands on the railings and spread his senses all over.

To the sky, to his right, his left. He closed his eyes and pictured the scene that was in his mind as he reached out and listened.

Focused.

Damn it.

He could not sense much from a distance due to the overpowering sensation just six feet away.

What was wrong with him?

How could he be so distracted?

Was it because she was such a skilled ninja?

No, wait. That didn\'t make sense. A skilled ninja would be able to mask their presence and blend into the background.

So it means that she wasn\'t hiding the fact that she was looking at him, but she was most likely unaware that he was aware of her presence due to him training.

Or, was she perhaps, aiding him in his training?

He had to be able to focus and heightened his senses outwards and to where he wanted rather than be distracted by what was close-by.

Having thought that out, he became calmer and finally managed to do what he wanted.

After a couple of hours, Kyle turned around and headed back into the room.

Sayuri had stayed the entire time and was now busy in the kitchen.

Kyle frowned.

Unbuttoning the buttons at his wrist, he then folded the sleeve up as he entered the kitchen.

"What\'re you doing?"

"Can\'t you tell?" Sayuri quipped back, "I\'m making dinner."

Kyle raised an eyebrow and reached over to take the knife from her hand when she slipped to the side and whipped the blade in front of his face.

"Ah, ah, ah," Sayuri said, shaking her head, "Be a good boy and sit down. It\'s almost done anyway."

Kyle just stared at her, took a step to the right and was about to make a feint to grab the knife when she simply twirled to one side using some foot movements, avoiding his grab once again.

Kyle\'s eyes narrowed.

Sayuri smirked.

Five minutes later, Sayuri was laughing while escaping Kyle\'s reach until finally, he managed to grab onto her and held her immobile.

The laughter died in her throat as his face was literally inches away from hers. She could see his skin so clearly, and those luscious lips as he looked up at the hand she had up in an attempt to make the knife out of reach.

He was holding one hand behind her back while his other hand was reaching up to grab onto her hand that was gripping the knife.

She could feel his body pressing onto hers, his hard chest pressing against her as he focused on taking the knife out of her hand. She was in a daze and could only let him take it, for this closeness was beyond what her mind could take.

As for Kyle, he was so focused on taking the knife that he did not realise that her grip on it had loosened voluntarily. Finally able to take it from her grasp, he looked down triumphantly only to realise how close they really were.

Suddenly, the air around them became ambiguous.

He froze.