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Kokoro no Ukeire
"HEART'S ACCEPTANCE" Just a journal filled with stories ideas, poems, personal entries, things to remember, etc. If you have nothing better to do, just relax and read. Who knows, maybe you'll see what the hell goes on in my head everyday.
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C h p 1 : T u r n C o l d e r |
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C o l d E y e s
"Oh dear Kami sama..." Kairi, kneeling on the concrete floor of the mansion, "I beg of you, SAVE ME. I offer you many sweets-" Slam.
"Ah, shut it, Kairi." Sora said. Once again, Kairi had rolled over onto the cold floor, and muttered an 'ouch'. Mishire sighed at her companions.
The limo ride was like any other ride; the three of them would argue about absolutely nothing, and she would just enjoy it all by looking out the window.
It was true. She was looking for love. As was Sora and Kairi, though Kairi would never admit it. Ironically, she wouldn't either. Sora was extremely bold, and would openly express it, unlike the shy Wallflower, or the mysterious Shadow.
Sora had been looking forward to this for weeks. She had forced the three of them to go shopping for dresses, and even convinced Milady to give them the day off. The wonders that girl could do when she wanted to see her 'love'.
Mishire sighed, watching the man, Vladimir, press the buzzer, and whisper incoherent words. She was suspicious, and tried to listen in, but couldn't.
The iron gate opened creepily. All it needed was a little lightning, and she'd be running. No, she thought, I'm an assassin. Not a girl. I lost that title a long time ago. The title of a girl was that of a high class young lady, or a little female. She was neither.
"Hey, Mishire, c'mon!" Kairi motioned her to come. Sora was already half way up the driveway.
Mishire stared for a second, but managed to move.
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The mansion was obviously owned by guys.
"Can you smell it?" Sora asked. "That's the smell of a MAN!"
Kairi was on her knees again. "KAMI SAMA!" Fwap. "Shut it, Kairi! He's here!"
Mishire looked up at the stair case. Her eyes narrowed as the shadows upon them hid three figures.
"My lords." Vladimir bowed onto one knee. "Your guests," he directed the words to the girls, "Sora san, Kairi san, Mishire san." And before the girls knew it, he was gone.
Mishire stared at the shadows. They weren't really moving. Right when Sora was about to run up the stairs, a pale hand made a 'stop' gesture.
"Still impatient, eh?" bright blue eyes came from the silence, bringing out blonde hair as well. Sora's smile glittered like a jewel, as she began to giggle. Mishire took note that she was literally, glowing. Though he came out, the other two stayed behind.
Mishire kept her eyes focused on them, despite the whisperings of sweet nothings. Her mahogany eyes narrowed some more.
Suddenly, a pair of sharp, undeniably cold, wood colored eyes snapped open, looking back into her eyes. Mishire's stomach did flips.
 Ukeire · Wed Jan 23, 2008 @ 03:59am · 1 Comments |
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