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Maybe it's love! Anyways, I wrote this because I was bored so flame me and die. I will possible write another one soon after this if I can be assed but I must warn you kiddies it might burn your eyes near the end. oh yeah, and the 'Goth Dude.' is Kaizen in his younger days... he was pretty T.T
Part One. The Girl with no Name.
The sun had several hours ago sunk behind the buildings and dark mountains in the distance and the moon had risen into the midnight blue skies and shone its dreamy beams down onto the thick layer of ozone that surrounded the large Asian city in Japan known as Tokyo and highlighted the slightly taller buildings and left the smaller ones to shine in the flashing street lamps and advertisement signs that hung all around it. Tonight the weather was fine with only a small chill in the air and the scent of street food being cooked all around the sullen people that wandered the streets entering and exiting the clubs and pubs. A few homeless people begged for any spare cash that the passers by had, most just shunned them though and sometimes if they were lucky someone would spare them a few yen but otherwise they were left sleeping against doors and blocking street paths trying to get the little shelter and warmth they could from their surroundings.
A small Asian business man walked past the Homeless person with the red blanket and covered his snotty face in disgust. The beggar appeared to be female with long dark hair and sad hazel eyes. Her face was pale and her shoes and clothes dirty from the ground, she reached out to a small black hat filled with a few notes in front of her and felt around in it for food money. She had scrounged just enough to be able to afford a burger from the nearest MacDonald’s so she leaned forward onto her knees and began to stand up just as she was pushed back down again. In front of her there was two middle aged men with tanned skin, dark brown eyes and white trainers on. They were grinning down at her with mischievous eyes and one with shaggy brown hair leant forward while the other stood back with folded arms and watched. His breath reeked of alcohol and she could see a vomit stain on the front of his shirt as he swayed slightly in front of her. She leant back a little and pulled her blanket over her face to hide herself. She did not want to be bad used or treated roughly by these strange men and they were starting to frighten her.
“Hey Missy, You got a pretty face yeah? Wha’ dya say we go somewhere and have some fun ne? I’ll feed you if I am feeling nice…”
He looked up at his buddy who was smiling with a devilish glint in his eye but still looked the weaker of the two so stayed in the background to make sure they were not being watched by anyone. The young girl was shaking slightly and her eyes flickered against the light of the nearest streetlight and she looked around for those who might stop and see that she was in distress but to the rich business men and the chatting young people and ladies she was nothing and her disappearance meant nothing to them what so ever. She was just another ghost in the night.
“Help me…” She said to herself and closed her eyes as she felt a hand drawing nearer and nearer to her face. She flinched and waited for what happened next but the sickening touch of the drunken lad never came and she opened one teary eye to see why the change of heart. They were facing with their backs to her know as something seemed to catch their attention. Maybe the police or her brother even had come to the rescue but that was impossible, her brother’s death three years ago could not be reversed and as of now she was alone in the world… wasn’t she?
A tall stranger was standing against the street rail opposite them on the wide pavement and was looking in their direction with his dark chocolate eyes that carried the unfamiliar feelings of trust and calm. He wore a long black leather coat that had odd black strings and golden buckle-like buttons that attached them to the side of his jacket and they hung loosely down by his hip with really no meaning but to make him look good and under that he wore a black vest top which looked a bit like a waistcoat in a way as it had buttons up the front but was cut rather roughly to show his belly button and pale skin, His pants were long and baggy with several pockets and silver zips and a silver buckled belt which really done nothing for him anyway as his pants still hung on his hips like hip-jeans only cooler and on his feet he wore some black boots with buckles from the end of the toe to the start of his ankle but most of these pricey shoes were hidden by his pants and just to finish his look he wore a silver chain around his neck and a few ear piercings on both ears. He was watching them from a few seconds after they started to harass the girl but didn’t really say anything as he had no proof that they would actually do anything yet. He realized he had been noticed and looked at them as though he didn’t know that he was interrupting them and smiled innocently.
“Sorry was I bothering you? I didn’t realize. I am really sorry that I interrupted you when you were so passionately trying to get laid with this poor homeless girl who had no desire in the world to ever sleep with you anyway so I don’t really know why you try in the first place but I guess some people like that sort of thing. Personally, it just makes me sick to think there is people who actually live like you out there but by all means carry on, I think I’ll just watch for a while if you don’t mind.”
He scratched his chin lightly with his painted black fingernails and pretended to look away. To be honest he couldn’t really care less what these perverts done in their spare time but the violation of a young female’s body done by someone else other than him was a crime. The girl who slept against the wall couldn’t have been younger than fifteen years old and weaponless no less and if he was to guess she was probably a virgin too. These perverts were drunk and needed to go home before any trouble started. If they just walked away now then he would leave it at that and would go back to his estate like he was planning to do anyway and give his fellow family members a lecture or something or if he was still sober by the time he got back then maybe he would get a lesson from his mother about safe sex and alcohol abuse like always. It was hard being Goth in a strict Christian family but he could not deny himself and believe in a god he never had faith in to begin with. He would never worship anyone other than himself as he was his own God, quite literally.
The man who had been speaking to the girl before straightened up as best as he could and pointed a shaky finger at the young male who stood before him. His vision was slightly blurred and off quite a bit and it half looked like he was pointing behind the stranger instead of at him.
“b*****d! Don’t ******** with me!... I’ll kick your scrawny little a** you punk!”
He gave up on the pointing and instead walked over to the Goth boy and looked at him eye to eye, face to face much to the Goth’s annoyance. With one whiff of this old geezer’s breath he could tell he was a little over the alcohol limits that’s for sure. The younger boy lifted his pale hand and pushed the older man away gently and smiled. The last thing he wanted was violence in a place like this, his mother would kill him if he got lifted by the police again for breach of the peace.
“Please old man, I don’t want any trouble. You should be getting home now, your wife called and she said she wanted you home now.”
It was a while before they old man got what the boy had actually said and his face turned a reddish color like the color of a ripe tomato getting squeezed which was slightly entertaining on his part but the old man’s anger would be let out on him if he let it continue. The old man raised a ringed fist preparing to bring it down into the boys face but with speed the youth was at more of an advantage and managed to kick him in his crotch before ducking to the side and making his way over to the crouched blanket as the man keeled over in pain. His slightly more sober friend rushed to his aid and scared of getting the same treatment he decided to retreat and take his friend with him who lay slouched against him in pain.
The boy was now crouched down in front of the girl with a smile and his long leather coat was spread out against the bottom against the streets of Tokyo. The keeled man scene had brought a little attention from the passers by but the crowd seemed to be growing thinner and eventually died out as the man hobbled away into the distance. The boy brushed his long black fringe out of his face and behind his ear to accompany some other rogue strands of hair that had escaped the band which held his long ponytail together at the bottom of his neck. Something about his look reassured her.
“Are you OK Hime-sama?” He asked carelessly and held a hand out for her. She didn’t take it in fear that she might be hit and instead flinched and dug her face back into her covers. He withdrew his hand and placed it on his knee for balance, he could understand why she had lost her confidence somehow and it made him feel a little reassured in a way that she wouldn’t turn around and slap him if he said anything wrong. “I’m Keitaru Kaizen. I’m here to help you Miss, Can I know your name or will I have to keep calling you Hime-sama?” He joked pleasantly and waited for her answer.
She slowly looked back up at him and moved her lips to try and speak but now words came out.
He was pleased. She had made some progress at least and she had a cute face, pale skin, dark hazel eyes and dark hair. She was a true Japanese Princess hence the nickname ‘Hime-sama’ meaning Princess in Japanese. He didn’t want her to force her into anything but the more he was with her the more she was trying until eventually she managed to get something out.
“I’m… My name is… Inoue.”
Her voice was young sounding and innocent but held a whole lot of sweet maturity in it as well. Just seeing her made him feel warm like he was with an Angel or something but that could have just been the Sake he had been drinking earlier to piss his mother off. He was only seventeen himself at this point and was only a youngster but he had experienced a lot more than your average teen and was forced to grow up before his time which unfortunately was happening to many teenagers in this day in age so he felt her pain.
“Inoue? That’s a pretty name. How about I buy you something to eat Inoue-chan? Only something to eat, nothing more.” He assured her and offered his hand to her once more and this time she took it. He helped her to her feet and held her cold hand as he led her towards a small night-time café where they could eat something. He called it a night café when really it was just a Kebab shop for people who got drunk and hungry at night and he became a regular there and even had a perch out the back where he would eat his food and sometimes speak to the manager. The feeling of being wanted like that made Inoue have shivers and the warmth of the back room in the ‘Night Café’ made her feel normal for once. She watched him devour his kebab greedily and smiled her first real smile in a long time before starting to eat her own. She was cared for again.
Part 2. I have a name.
Soon after their first meeting Kaizen gave her some money and allowed her to live on his family’s grounds in one of the spare houses until she was on her feet on the condition that she would never hug any of the Family members, even if she wanted to and she kept that promise until they day she chose to move out. When she was in the Kaizen Estate she became firm friends with the God of the Keitaru family and he visited her everyday to sort her out with clothes and he even helped her fix a job as a secretary in a large business where she was promoted quite quickly after a few training courses. She knew of Kaizen’s reputation as a lady-killer but she couldn’t help but have some feelings for him after all he had done for her out of his kindness and it hurt her every time she saw him with a new lady friend. It tore her inside but even so when she moved away she made sure that they would still keep in touch at her new house.
It was nine o’clock at night and darkness had already risen in the Wintry skies outside. A thick layer of powdery sand covered the ground like a blanket of fallen stars falling slowly and swaying against the breeze. Nobody with a right mind would venture outside in this cold weather as there was a risk they would freeze to death if they weren’t careful and knowing the sort of clothes Kaizen wore he was sure to catch hypothermia or something like a cold at least so there was good reason that Inoue was worried. She had made dinner for them both I her small flat and had fixed her hair and wore her best dress that she could find, it was emerald green corset with a knee length skirt and black kitten heels to complete the outfit. She felt like a billion yen.
She jumped to her feet as she heard the ringer for the door go and she ran to the buzzer to see if it was him.
“Hello? Is that you Kaizen-sama?”
“It’s bloody freezing out here, open the door please.”
His voice was like a song to her ears but it was cruel to make him stay out in the cold any longer so she pressed the buzzer to allow him in. He hurried inside and made his way quickly up the stairs, brushing off the snow as he went giving Inoue time to brush up on her make-up. She smiled as he walked through the door and he was slightly caught off guard as he did not expect to see the place as well done as this… or at least as set up as it was. There was a few candles lit and there was plates set on the table for two along with wine glasses and a nice wine set out. He put his old coat down and looked around the room until his eyes suddenly fixed onto the small blushing female who had got all dressed up like this for him. He almost felt himself go pink in the cheeks but it was not just because it was cold outside. He had a feeling that she was trying to make a point to him.
“Um… Hello Inoue-chan. You look great.”
“Arigato Kaizen-sama… Umm…”
“What is it?”
“I… I… I’m going to pour some wine!”
Not quite the response he had expected but anything was fine to rid them of some of the tension in the room. Inoue was obviously going red now as she rushed over to the wine bottle and started to open it with a bit of a struggle.
“Uh, Inoue-chan. You’re using the wrong side of the…”
He had warned her a bit too late and she had somehow managed to open the bottle but dropped the wine and it smashed against the table, covering her and her pretty dress with red liquid. She squealed and attempted to grab it stupidly, ending in the cutting of her hand.
“Inoue!” He called out quickly and rushed over to her and looked at the wound. She was crying, her dress was ruined and she was bleeding a little from her hand but it seemed she was more worried about making a fool of herself in front of him instead of her own safety. She sat on the floor trying to hold back her tears as he stood up and made his way through to the kitchen but soon returned with a small green first aid kit and took out a plaster from it and raised her hand. It looked pretty clean with no dirt but you could never be sure. He moved his face closer to her hand and licked the blood with his pink tongue then looked up at her with his soft eyes. Her heart beat quickly in her chest but suddenly she didn’t feel nervous anymore. All of these past two years meant everything to her up until now when all she could see was him. He had become her other half.
That night they consummated their union. He was kind and caring and she gave herself completely to him. She swore she would love no other.
Part 3. These feelings are Driving me Crazy!
Several weeks past before she knew anything was wrong. He still called and came around a lot so it wasn’t him that was the problem. She started having trouble with her own body, her hormones were driving her wild and she had skipped a period already. She knew something was wrong. At the doctors se proved that when they handed her pregnancy test back and it was positive. She felt heartbroken, torn between her future. She so desperately wanted to tell him that she carried his child but she could never bring the words up. At night she would cry herself to sleep until finally she reached a decision. He would be better off without her, if she loved him she would let him go.
On a night like the one they had met for the first time she walked down the cold streets of Tokyo with her head held high. This was better for him. She stopped at her old spot and could faintly remember what happened on the night he had stolen her heart and sealed her fate and a singer salty tear slid down her soft cheek as she continued on down the streets of Tokyo never to be seen again.
[[ THE END! ]]
I was like, OMFG WHAT AM I WRITNG? When I wrote 'That night they consummated their union' but then I thought "Hey, I'm cool. I can do that!" So I did and for those who don't know what that means they baisically had Sex Okay? That's how babies are made. I was going to give this as part of the english thing I have to do but I think it might be too graphic for the Teachers and I don't want my teacher getting aroused because of it -_-' Yes, they find kissing funny if you read it in a book. It scares me how they can have children but can't handle sex words. Oh well, May as well get started on the next half tomorrow if I have enough muse.
One day I will draw ics for this and scan them in.
Part One. The Girl with no Name.
The sun had several hours ago sunk behind the buildings and dark mountains in the distance and the moon had risen into the midnight blue skies and shone its dreamy beams down onto the thick layer of ozone that surrounded the large Asian city in Japan known as Tokyo and highlighted the slightly taller buildings and left the smaller ones to shine in the flashing street lamps and advertisement signs that hung all around it. Tonight the weather was fine with only a small chill in the air and the scent of street food being cooked all around the sullen people that wandered the streets entering and exiting the clubs and pubs. A few homeless people begged for any spare cash that the passers by had, most just shunned them though and sometimes if they were lucky someone would spare them a few yen but otherwise they were left sleeping against doors and blocking street paths trying to get the little shelter and warmth they could from their surroundings.
A small Asian business man walked past the Homeless person with the red blanket and covered his snotty face in disgust. The beggar appeared to be female with long dark hair and sad hazel eyes. Her face was pale and her shoes and clothes dirty from the ground, she reached out to a small black hat filled with a few notes in front of her and felt around in it for food money. She had scrounged just enough to be able to afford a burger from the nearest MacDonald’s so she leaned forward onto her knees and began to stand up just as she was pushed back down again. In front of her there was two middle aged men with tanned skin, dark brown eyes and white trainers on. They were grinning down at her with mischievous eyes and one with shaggy brown hair leant forward while the other stood back with folded arms and watched. His breath reeked of alcohol and she could see a vomit stain on the front of his shirt as he swayed slightly in front of her. She leant back a little and pulled her blanket over her face to hide herself. She did not want to be bad used or treated roughly by these strange men and they were starting to frighten her.
“Hey Missy, You got a pretty face yeah? Wha’ dya say we go somewhere and have some fun ne? I’ll feed you if I am feeling nice…”
He looked up at his buddy who was smiling with a devilish glint in his eye but still looked the weaker of the two so stayed in the background to make sure they were not being watched by anyone. The young girl was shaking slightly and her eyes flickered against the light of the nearest streetlight and she looked around for those who might stop and see that she was in distress but to the rich business men and the chatting young people and ladies she was nothing and her disappearance meant nothing to them what so ever. She was just another ghost in the night.
“Help me…” She said to herself and closed her eyes as she felt a hand drawing nearer and nearer to her face. She flinched and waited for what happened next but the sickening touch of the drunken lad never came and she opened one teary eye to see why the change of heart. They were facing with their backs to her know as something seemed to catch their attention. Maybe the police or her brother even had come to the rescue but that was impossible, her brother’s death three years ago could not be reversed and as of now she was alone in the world… wasn’t she?
A tall stranger was standing against the street rail opposite them on the wide pavement and was looking in their direction with his dark chocolate eyes that carried the unfamiliar feelings of trust and calm. He wore a long black leather coat that had odd black strings and golden buckle-like buttons that attached them to the side of his jacket and they hung loosely down by his hip with really no meaning but to make him look good and under that he wore a black vest top which looked a bit like a waistcoat in a way as it had buttons up the front but was cut rather roughly to show his belly button and pale skin, His pants were long and baggy with several pockets and silver zips and a silver buckled belt which really done nothing for him anyway as his pants still hung on his hips like hip-jeans only cooler and on his feet he wore some black boots with buckles from the end of the toe to the start of his ankle but most of these pricey shoes were hidden by his pants and just to finish his look he wore a silver chain around his neck and a few ear piercings on both ears. He was watching them from a few seconds after they started to harass the girl but didn’t really say anything as he had no proof that they would actually do anything yet. He realized he had been noticed and looked at them as though he didn’t know that he was interrupting them and smiled innocently.
“Sorry was I bothering you? I didn’t realize. I am really sorry that I interrupted you when you were so passionately trying to get laid with this poor homeless girl who had no desire in the world to ever sleep with you anyway so I don’t really know why you try in the first place but I guess some people like that sort of thing. Personally, it just makes me sick to think there is people who actually live like you out there but by all means carry on, I think I’ll just watch for a while if you don’t mind.”
He scratched his chin lightly with his painted black fingernails and pretended to look away. To be honest he couldn’t really care less what these perverts done in their spare time but the violation of a young female’s body done by someone else other than him was a crime. The girl who slept against the wall couldn’t have been younger than fifteen years old and weaponless no less and if he was to guess she was probably a virgin too. These perverts were drunk and needed to go home before any trouble started. If they just walked away now then he would leave it at that and would go back to his estate like he was planning to do anyway and give his fellow family members a lecture or something or if he was still sober by the time he got back then maybe he would get a lesson from his mother about safe sex and alcohol abuse like always. It was hard being Goth in a strict Christian family but he could not deny himself and believe in a god he never had faith in to begin with. He would never worship anyone other than himself as he was his own God, quite literally.
The man who had been speaking to the girl before straightened up as best as he could and pointed a shaky finger at the young male who stood before him. His vision was slightly blurred and off quite a bit and it half looked like he was pointing behind the stranger instead of at him.
“b*****d! Don’t ******** with me!... I’ll kick your scrawny little a** you punk!”
He gave up on the pointing and instead walked over to the Goth boy and looked at him eye to eye, face to face much to the Goth’s annoyance. With one whiff of this old geezer’s breath he could tell he was a little over the alcohol limits that’s for sure. The younger boy lifted his pale hand and pushed the older man away gently and smiled. The last thing he wanted was violence in a place like this, his mother would kill him if he got lifted by the police again for breach of the peace.
“Please old man, I don’t want any trouble. You should be getting home now, your wife called and she said she wanted you home now.”
It was a while before they old man got what the boy had actually said and his face turned a reddish color like the color of a ripe tomato getting squeezed which was slightly entertaining on his part but the old man’s anger would be let out on him if he let it continue. The old man raised a ringed fist preparing to bring it down into the boys face but with speed the youth was at more of an advantage and managed to kick him in his crotch before ducking to the side and making his way over to the crouched blanket as the man keeled over in pain. His slightly more sober friend rushed to his aid and scared of getting the same treatment he decided to retreat and take his friend with him who lay slouched against him in pain.
The boy was now crouched down in front of the girl with a smile and his long leather coat was spread out against the bottom against the streets of Tokyo. The keeled man scene had brought a little attention from the passers by but the crowd seemed to be growing thinner and eventually died out as the man hobbled away into the distance. The boy brushed his long black fringe out of his face and behind his ear to accompany some other rogue strands of hair that had escaped the band which held his long ponytail together at the bottom of his neck. Something about his look reassured her.
“Are you OK Hime-sama?” He asked carelessly and held a hand out for her. She didn’t take it in fear that she might be hit and instead flinched and dug her face back into her covers. He withdrew his hand and placed it on his knee for balance, he could understand why she had lost her confidence somehow and it made him feel a little reassured in a way that she wouldn’t turn around and slap him if he said anything wrong. “I’m Keitaru Kaizen. I’m here to help you Miss, Can I know your name or will I have to keep calling you Hime-sama?” He joked pleasantly and waited for her answer.
She slowly looked back up at him and moved her lips to try and speak but now words came out.
He was pleased. She had made some progress at least and she had a cute face, pale skin, dark hazel eyes and dark hair. She was a true Japanese Princess hence the nickname ‘Hime-sama’ meaning Princess in Japanese. He didn’t want her to force her into anything but the more he was with her the more she was trying until eventually she managed to get something out.
“I’m… My name is… Inoue.”
Her voice was young sounding and innocent but held a whole lot of sweet maturity in it as well. Just seeing her made him feel warm like he was with an Angel or something but that could have just been the Sake he had been drinking earlier to piss his mother off. He was only seventeen himself at this point and was only a youngster but he had experienced a lot more than your average teen and was forced to grow up before his time which unfortunately was happening to many teenagers in this day in age so he felt her pain.
“Inoue? That’s a pretty name. How about I buy you something to eat Inoue-chan? Only something to eat, nothing more.” He assured her and offered his hand to her once more and this time she took it. He helped her to her feet and held her cold hand as he led her towards a small night-time café where they could eat something. He called it a night café when really it was just a Kebab shop for people who got drunk and hungry at night and he became a regular there and even had a perch out the back where he would eat his food and sometimes speak to the manager. The feeling of being wanted like that made Inoue have shivers and the warmth of the back room in the ‘Night Café’ made her feel normal for once. She watched him devour his kebab greedily and smiled her first real smile in a long time before starting to eat her own. She was cared for again.
Part 2. I have a name.
Soon after their first meeting Kaizen gave her some money and allowed her to live on his family’s grounds in one of the spare houses until she was on her feet on the condition that she would never hug any of the Family members, even if she wanted to and she kept that promise until they day she chose to move out. When she was in the Kaizen Estate she became firm friends with the God of the Keitaru family and he visited her everyday to sort her out with clothes and he even helped her fix a job as a secretary in a large business where she was promoted quite quickly after a few training courses. She knew of Kaizen’s reputation as a lady-killer but she couldn’t help but have some feelings for him after all he had done for her out of his kindness and it hurt her every time she saw him with a new lady friend. It tore her inside but even so when she moved away she made sure that they would still keep in touch at her new house.
It was nine o’clock at night and darkness had already risen in the Wintry skies outside. A thick layer of powdery sand covered the ground like a blanket of fallen stars falling slowly and swaying against the breeze. Nobody with a right mind would venture outside in this cold weather as there was a risk they would freeze to death if they weren’t careful and knowing the sort of clothes Kaizen wore he was sure to catch hypothermia or something like a cold at least so there was good reason that Inoue was worried. She had made dinner for them both I her small flat and had fixed her hair and wore her best dress that she could find, it was emerald green corset with a knee length skirt and black kitten heels to complete the outfit. She felt like a billion yen.
She jumped to her feet as she heard the ringer for the door go and she ran to the buzzer to see if it was him.
“Hello? Is that you Kaizen-sama?”
“It’s bloody freezing out here, open the door please.”
His voice was like a song to her ears but it was cruel to make him stay out in the cold any longer so she pressed the buzzer to allow him in. He hurried inside and made his way quickly up the stairs, brushing off the snow as he went giving Inoue time to brush up on her make-up. She smiled as he walked through the door and he was slightly caught off guard as he did not expect to see the place as well done as this… or at least as set up as it was. There was a few candles lit and there was plates set on the table for two along with wine glasses and a nice wine set out. He put his old coat down and looked around the room until his eyes suddenly fixed onto the small blushing female who had got all dressed up like this for him. He almost felt himself go pink in the cheeks but it was not just because it was cold outside. He had a feeling that she was trying to make a point to him.
“Um… Hello Inoue-chan. You look great.”
“Arigato Kaizen-sama… Umm…”
“What is it?”
“I… I… I’m going to pour some wine!”
Not quite the response he had expected but anything was fine to rid them of some of the tension in the room. Inoue was obviously going red now as she rushed over to the wine bottle and started to open it with a bit of a struggle.
“Uh, Inoue-chan. You’re using the wrong side of the…”
He had warned her a bit too late and she had somehow managed to open the bottle but dropped the wine and it smashed against the table, covering her and her pretty dress with red liquid. She squealed and attempted to grab it stupidly, ending in the cutting of her hand.
“Inoue!” He called out quickly and rushed over to her and looked at the wound. She was crying, her dress was ruined and she was bleeding a little from her hand but it seemed she was more worried about making a fool of herself in front of him instead of her own safety. She sat on the floor trying to hold back her tears as he stood up and made his way through to the kitchen but soon returned with a small green first aid kit and took out a plaster from it and raised her hand. It looked pretty clean with no dirt but you could never be sure. He moved his face closer to her hand and licked the blood with his pink tongue then looked up at her with his soft eyes. Her heart beat quickly in her chest but suddenly she didn’t feel nervous anymore. All of these past two years meant everything to her up until now when all she could see was him. He had become her other half.
That night they consummated their union. He was kind and caring and she gave herself completely to him. She swore she would love no other.
Part 3. These feelings are Driving me Crazy!
Several weeks past before she knew anything was wrong. He still called and came around a lot so it wasn’t him that was the problem. She started having trouble with her own body, her hormones were driving her wild and she had skipped a period already. She knew something was wrong. At the doctors se proved that when they handed her pregnancy test back and it was positive. She felt heartbroken, torn between her future. She so desperately wanted to tell him that she carried his child but she could never bring the words up. At night she would cry herself to sleep until finally she reached a decision. He would be better off without her, if she loved him she would let him go.
On a night like the one they had met for the first time she walked down the cold streets of Tokyo with her head held high. This was better for him. She stopped at her old spot and could faintly remember what happened on the night he had stolen her heart and sealed her fate and a singer salty tear slid down her soft cheek as she continued on down the streets of Tokyo never to be seen again.
[[ THE END! ]]
I was like, OMFG WHAT AM I WRITNG? When I wrote 'That night they consummated their union' but then I thought "Hey, I'm cool. I can do that!" So I did and for those who don't know what that means they baisically had Sex Okay? That's how babies are made. I was going to give this as part of the english thing I have to do but I think it might be too graphic for the Teachers and I don't want my teacher getting aroused because of it -_-' Yes, they find kissing funny if you read it in a book. It scares me how they can have children but can't handle sex words. Oh well, May as well get started on the next half tomorrow if I have enough muse.
One day I will draw ics for this and scan them in.
