Welcome to chapter 1 of my fic ^^ Can you believe it took me 20 minutes to write this??? Anyways, if you don't like straight pairs, like the "Oh I love you! I'll never leave you" stuff (which this will have relatively none) then this is optional reading. Furthermore, you don't think Yamato and Sora belong together(cause they do), you can just kiss my a--. (j/k)
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Undescribable
Chapter 1
Sora lay wide awake in her bed, listening to the rain fall onto her bedroom balcony. There were other sounds too; homeless, penniless drug-addicts begging for money; the occasional "Takoyaki! Takoyaki!" from a diehard street vendor; the loud, fast talking, hungover club hoppers. 'I didn't think Tokyo would be that different than Odaiba," she thought to herself, looking around the room. She had moved in yesterday afternoon and still, boxes, packing peanuts, and packing tape congested the floors. She looked over at her alarm clock, one of the few things she had managed to unpack. "It's three in the morning and finally it's quiet around here?" she said quietly. She lay back down in her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin, trying to get to sleep. Finally, all she could hear was the soft patter of rain and the crickets in front of the the building. A faint melody tingled her ears, recalling the memory of when she had first heard it. Her alarm clock beeped four o' clock and she slept, listening to the soft lullaby.
:: Val ::
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Undescribable
Chapter 1
Sora lay wide awake in her bed, listening to the rain fall onto her bedroom balcony. There were other sounds too; homeless, penniless drug-addicts begging for money; the occasional "Takoyaki! Takoyaki!" from a diehard street vendor; the loud, fast talking, hungover club hoppers. 'I didn't think Tokyo would be that different than Odaiba," she thought to herself, looking around the room. She had moved in yesterday afternoon and still, boxes, packing peanuts, and packing tape congested the floors. She looked over at her alarm clock, one of the few things she had managed to unpack. "It's three in the morning and finally it's quiet around here?" she said quietly. She lay back down in her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin, trying to get to sleep. Finally, all she could hear was the soft patter of rain and the crickets in front of the the building. A faint melody tingled her ears, recalling the memory of when she had first heard it. Her alarm clock beeped four o' clock and she slept, listening to the soft lullaby.