I don't own KH or any of the characters :'(

Tomoe POV

Tomoe knocked on the shoji door, calling out a name that seemed so foreign to him. "Nanami?" But the only reply was silence. "Nanami I'm sorry, please accept my apologies." Silence again.

Why isn't she answering? What if she is hurt? What if she was kidnapped by Akura-ou? Why do I even care? She is not Yukiji, so why do I care? Why do I even care if she accepts my apologies?

Worry prevailing, he hastily pulled open the doors, expecting to see a wounded Nanami soaked in blood. Or the curtains ripped, her blood staining the floor and only her scent lingering. In his heart, he hoped she was sleeping, but none of what he thought of happened.

The doors slid open, revealing a perfectly untouched room. Like she had never been here. No scent of her lingered, no signs to point towards her even existing. Like everything was just an illusion.

Epilogue? (not really, but i wanted to put this in)

Tomoe's POV

Tomoe lay down on the futon, the house suddenly seemed to big for him again. Too quiet. Without a certain someone.

Maybe she really was an illusion. A ghost of Yukiji. If that is so, I hope she carries the message to Yukiji that I love her.

But what is love? That one thing, I still am not clear of.

Maybe she was a real person. Maybe I had ignored all the differences glaring at me, and loved her just the same. Ignored the way she smiled at me. Ignored her soulful eyes. Brushed everything that was not Yukiji aside.

Maybe she was right. Maybe my love was really obsession. Maybe I never actually felt love.

But I have eternity to think about it anyway. And maybe someday, I'll see that beautiful illusion again, and maybe I'll have an answer to what love is.

A/N: Well I finally finished a story! I'm not very sure about this ending... Anyway, Thanks for reading and following etc etc! :D Like it, hate it , anything. Comment! :D