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Three drabbles. First one's for Jai. I hope you're happy because I killed Tsubasa, just for you.
Yeah, I just realized. My life is stressy. Sucks to be me.
I made Nobara as in character as I could in her "ice queen" personality. Of course, despite this, I know for sure that I've put some things in there that she would never think or do.

Disclaimer
Disclaimed.

Dedication
This one's for Moses.

I'M GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE, AND ONLY ONCE. THE GENRES AND CHARACTERS WILL ONLY BE BASED ON THE DRABBLE SHOWN ON THE SUMMARY. IT DOES NOT APPLY TO ALL OF THEM.

Touché

Tsubasa Andou died the Tuesday before last Tuesday.

I was actually quite ashamed to say that I found out by my cousin's best friend's boyfriend's sister, who also happened to be a friend of a friend of mine. It must be a small world. I didn't know why she told me, but word seemed to get around very easily, something I had to find out through life the hard way.

I didn't know why I even bothered or cared. I also knew for a fact that I did care. If I didn't care, I wouldn't be here in front of his grave, on a bright Saturday carrying a plastic bag that seemed to weigh a ton when in reality it was probably no less than a kilogram.

I had to do this, I told myself as I walked up to his grave. I pushed my initial shyness to the back of my mind, numbing my feelings until they all diminished. I wanted to get this over as quickly as possible and they would only get in the way.

I took the first step.

I got the confirmation from my best friend Misaki Harada last night. She told me that yes, Tsubasa Andou did die and yes, she had been at his funeral and no, she'd never thought the day would come. Her voice was cracking, and I could tell that she was near tears.

I was very sensitive to her feelings, but I made it crystal clear that no, I didn't care one bit about him – an action I was contradicting at the very moment. I knew she was very upset with me, but she decided to let it go; she'd already learned her lesson when she tried to get between our feuds in High School.

Misaki wasn't particularly pretty or smart. She was your average tomboy, who loved sports and had lots of guy friends and everything. What made up for it was that she had a huge, kind heart. Even though she was hot-tempered, she accepted everyone for who they were and refused to hate or prejudge. She was completely oblivious to it, but it was that trait that made her charismatic, that made people want to be around her. And I loved her with all my heart; she was my very best friend.

Tsubasa was quite the opposite. I hated him since I was fifteen. Hated him with all my heart and soul.

Dare you scorn me not, for I had a valid reason.

We all thought that he was desperate for Misaki in high school, the way he was sweet-talking her and being the perfect gentleman in front of her. We all knew he wanted to pin her, but we had our precautions. Misaki was the heart of our group, and we refused to let him get to her without approval from us first. But he was a sweet boy and pleaded and charmed and sucked up to us until we all let down our guards. We gave him one last challenge. We knew Misaki was fairly inexperienced in the dating scheme; we also knew that she had no intention of dating during her high school years either. We told him that if he could somehow persuade her to go out with him, then we would have no more objections. He took up the challenge gladly.

A month later, they were happily together.

However, the "happily ever after" didn't last long at all, for it all went downhill from there. Misaki and my friends couldn't understand what was happening, but I had a pretty good idea. I had never been a vigilant person, but I did it for her sake. For the first time in my life, I didn't know if to feel happy or irritated that Misaki was so naïve.

It was quite clear to me that Tsubasa wasn't in for the love; he was in for the chase. I saw it in my eyes. He saw her as something desirable, something that he would not dream of having, so he put all his effort into getting her. It was similar to the term, "be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it." He wanted her so much that when he got her, he realized that she wasn't what he wanted after all.

So he did the first thing his peanut-sized brain told him to do. He dumped her.

Misaki, who had become quite attracted to him, went into depression. She actually came over once on a rainy day and broke down right in front of my eyes. She cried for a good hour or so about him. I lost count of how many times the name "Tsubasa" came out of her mouth that day.

I comforted her as best as I could. I told her that it was okay, that if he didn't deserve her. I told her that he wasn't worth it. I told her whatever I could to cheer her up. She nodded to everything I said that day.

She eventually forgave him.

I never did.

One thing you should know: do not hurt any one of my friends, because if you messed with them, you messed with me. Never underestimate me because of my shyness, for I could be quite venomous when I actually antagonized someone. I just never actually had the need until then. I declared public war on Tsubasa. Every time I saw him, it was like a part of me froze up. In seconds, I went from a sweet, shy little girl to this cold, sarcastic, and bitter persona.

I stop in front of his grave, staring at the words my cool, apathetic eyes. They weren't lying; he really did die. I suddenly felt the urge to break into hysterical laughter.

"I wonder of you remember me, Andou. I wonder if you even hear me right now. Look at you," I scorned him, "lying there pathetically in your grave. Useless. Like I always knew you were…

"You know, I hate you. I really do. I always have hated you. You're a horrible, selfish person. Did you know that Misaki cried when you died? She didn't tell me, but I know that she did. You were the one who destroyed my best friend. Did you know she took care of me in the place of my mother when I was a child? For all the times I was abused, neglected by my family, she was the only one who cared. I don't even consider her as a sister; she is my sister. She was there for me when no one else was. In turn, I was the one she trusted the most. But you changed that. You were someone that she cared about more than me, and you left her. You wounded her. For that, I will never forgive you. Ever. As long as I love Misaki, I will always hate you."

All the words I was aching to say to his face spilled out then and there.

"I remember that I once said nonchalantly to my friends that I wouldn't care at all if you died. And you know what? I think you deserve this. I really do.

"I came here today, not knowing why. At first, I thought I came here to laugh, but I couldn't. Hate is a very strong feeling, Andou; it creates an unbreakable bond. I don't think either of us realized it, but we unintentionally became a big part of each other's lives. That's the real reason why I came – to leave you behind. Our war is over, Andou. Touché."

I never told anyone what happened that day. I left no evidence that I was ever there except for a single yellow rose, tied to it by a ribbon a note, wishing his journey well…

…signed by Yours Truly, Nobara Ibaragi.

Okay, to answer some people, touché might not exactly be the best word to describe this fic, but I feel that it is appropriate in a way. The word is used to acknowledge a clever response in an argument. Nobara and Tsubasa's feud is like a giant argument in this case. In his death, he makes her acknowledge him and thus she declares them even. That was sort of the meaning that I was trying to get out.

Okay, you know what, Janet? No one understands you and you're rambling to yourself. Stop.

Tsubasa's death and Nobara's OOCness is to be completely blamed on Heartbroken Confession, because she insisted on a Nobara and Tsubasa fic. Shame on you Jai, for wanting to kill Tsubasa so badly.

Okay. I apologize for the mistakes. I haven't time to edit this, but I will. As for the names, if you find any mistakes, it's because I wrote this drabble as an original story before I changed it into a GA fanfic.

Reviews, my lovelies?

-IndigoGrapefruit