This is a story I imported from my account on DeviantART http://annikaoftheolympians.deviantart.com. Makoto Tachibana belongs to the makers of Free! Iwatobi Swim Club. That said, this is a readers insert where you are part of the story!^^ Enjoy!
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One thing entered his mind as he passionately kissed you on the school rooftops. Chocolate. You tasted like bittersweet chocolate. How ironic.
As his tongue swirled into a long, sorrowful dance with yours, there was nothing more he wanted to do besides pulling you closer in a warm, loving embrace. Just to let you know that he would always be there for you.
But he couldn't.
Reluctantly, he pulled back for a gasp of air and cautiously watched you, unsure of your next move. He was shocked by what he saw.
Pain and sorrow painted a portrait onto your face, with the slight biting of your lip and tears threatening to spill. Instantly, his beating heart felt as though it had been crushed by the very school itself he was standing on.
Desperately he looked at you, panicked and pleading; it felt like eternity as he waited for your answer.
However, he could only stare at the Iwatobi jacket spread across your back as he watched you flee.
Gomenasai. Was the last he ever heard from you.
~Timeskip to a few weeks later~
Makoto heard from Nagisa that your plane had left only a few days after his confrontation with you. You had gone back to the Americas as your parents were done with their business here in Japan.
Lowering himself onto his bed, he chucked to himself. How bittersweet, he mused. To express your feelings to someone you truly care about, only to find it will never work out.
Where are you now, _____-chan? Are you thinking of me like I am with you? Frowning, he turned restlessly on the quite uncomfortable futon. Of course not. He thought bitterly. She probably met a new guy over there.
"Ne, Ne, Haru-chan? What do you think of first love?" He asked his raven haired friend next doors in his bath.
The stoic, calm man merely looked at him. "They don't always come true." He replied,"They are essentially, bittersweet."
After a moments silence, Haru nonchalantly continued," when you're ten, they call you you a prodigy. When you're fifteen, they call you a genius. Once you hit twenty, you're just an ordinary person." He sat up and looked at Makoto dead in the eye.
"That's what we are."
Makoto sighed. Maybe Haruka was right. He was just a plain ordinary person who could swim. You were an angel on the road to being successful in life. The two of you walked different paths; ones that you both could be satisfied and happy with. You were never meant to be together.
How bittersweet.
