Andrew--

By request. Stephanie gave me permission to post this. It's not
identical to your story, of course, but the similarites are striking.

In case it's not perfectly clear, I didn't write this. I didn't have any
part in the writing of it. All credit or blame should go to Stephanie
Gonzales.

A Part of Him
By Stephanie A. Gonzales


	He watches her sometimes, when he thinks no one is looking.  In these
unguarded moments, he sits, memorizing every feature.  The delicate
curve of
her jaw.  The arch of her eyebrow.  The sparkling brown eyes.

	He doesn't realize it of course.  If someone pointed it out he'd
vehemently
deny that he was staring at her.  But I know differently.

	Hers is the face he seeks out when he enters the living room for
breakfast.
She is the one that he defends constantly; without thought; without
compulsion.  Any threat to her is dealt with at once, and any rival for
her
affection is dismissed in a heartbeat.

	And still  he denies that he feels anything for her.

	But I see and feel it all.  Every glance he takes.  Every quickening
heartbeat.

	For I am a part of him.  The part that fell in love with her the moment
he
met her.  The part he buried deep within his heart after her rejection.
I
am lost under endless layers of pride and  stubbornness; a prisoner of
his
ego.  Lost, but not gone.

	Occasionally he lets his guard down.  A smile from her; a look, and I
break
through, coming to the surface.  I take these rare chances and cherish
them.
I can make him realize what she means to him.

	There have been a few times when I actually took control.  When we were
leaving Ryugenzawa, I held her hand.  _I_ did, not him.  And at Jusendo,
_I_
held her in my arms, grieving over her, and cursing him for not letting
me
through earlier to tell her.  I...no, we almost lost her...  And when
she
awoke, I was going to say it.  I _had_ to say it before he took over
again.
But one look into her beautiful eyes and I was lost; and he came back to
stop me.

	He does not know that I am here, tucked away in a small corner of his
heart.  But I will survive.  As long as she is here, I'll go on.

	And so I wait.  Patiently.  Always growing stronger until the day I
break
through his last defense and he realizes that I exist.  That I am him.
That
my feelings are his.

	Until then, I can only love her from afar, though she sits beside me.
Akane, just beyond my grasp, though she is always within reach.


Finis

Aug.1, 1996

Just an exercise to see how much emotion I can pack into a small bit of
work. 

-----Original Message-----
From:	Andrew Huang [SMTP:alhuang@hcs.harvard.edu]
Sent:	Monday, January 06, 1997 3:13 PM
To:	fanfic@fanfic.com
Subject:	[FFML] Er...

	It's come to my attention that "I Am a Part...." is rather similar
to Stephanie Gonzalez's "A Part of Him". I did not know that, I did not
know it existed...I didn't steal the idea from her. In fact, if someone
has a copy of it, may I see it? I'm kinda curious now. Thanks.

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