Disclaimer:
Chris: Not hers. Nothing here is hers, ever was hers, or ever will be hers.
Must you rub it in?
Chris: Yes.
Dari: Can I have a cookie?
Chris: No.
*sighs* Like he said, I don't own Juvenile Orion manga or card game or
movie/TV series. If I did there would be more snogging and less swooning
over the girl.
Chris: I thought you liked her?
I do. She's actually a good character. I just want to see more snogging.
Chris: Perv.
Dari: I'll snog with you. *tries to latch onto Chris who promptly runs
away*
^_^;; Anyway, here's the rest of this mumbo jumbo. WARNING: Loving
relationship between two members of the same sex who also seem to be almost
seven years apart in age. I'm not making you read this, so if you don't
like the subject matter, stop now. It may even end up AU. Don't like that?
Stop now.
Please review. If it sucks and you tell me, I might stop writing such
terrible stories.
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Tomonori Nakaura frowned at the sky as it finally let go of the rain it had been keeping close all day. Shaking out his umbrella he stepped lightly out of the way of a few students who ran past seeking shelter, umbrellas forgotten or lost. It was late and the last of the clubs had finally released their members. Most of the teachers had left as well. During his long walk back to his house on late days like this, Tomonori always felt just a little lost. Not empty or sad; he felt that there should be more. The rain beating down on the large umbrella gave off a gentle sound and he began to lose himself in his thoughts.
He didn't know why he should feel this way. He'd often prayed to God to tell him why, or perhaps even provide a solution. But his God was being silent. He'd spoken to the Father of his faction. But the gentle head of Wiz-Dom had no answer other than a soft smile and a cryptic "You'll know when the time comes." That was no real help to him. He was worried it might soon affect his work. Either in class or during a crucial battle, neither of which was desirable.
He'd soon reached his house without having any recollection of the walk there. Sighing, he walked up the steps, shook out his umbrella and went inside. Tomonori looked around the empty place and called out a soft "Okaeri" before slipping off his shoes and walking into the empty building.
The next day was much like the last. Wet, grey and long. He left, once again covered by his large black umbrella; once again making the long trek with that vague feeling of being lost. Halfway to his house, Tomonori stopped, trying to listen over the hollow sound of the rain. There. There it was again. A soft sound...almost like a sob. Quickly turning around, he tried to locate the direction it was coming from. That's when he spotted it. Something lying on the ground a few meters away. Without thinking, he dropped him umbrella and ran over to the fallen figure. Covered in blood and long, blood-stained golden hair, the gender wasn't immediately recognizable, but once he'd kneeled down and gathered up the limp figure in his arms he could tell it was a young man.
"Hey," he was nearly shouting, gently shaking the person in his arms. "Hey you." The boy seemed to flinch in on himself and slowly opened unfocused blue eyes. Holding him tighter...out of fear?....Tomonori tired again. "Are you alright?" He resisted the urge to shake the boy again as his eyes almost closed. "What happened?" Those blue eyes turned again towards him and for a brief moment, were clear and bright, pinning him in place; then they faded once more. The pain of no longer seeing such brilliance was almost physical to him and Tomonori's hand moved to gently touch a bloody cheek and those eyes once again turned to him.
In a voice that struck deep inside him, the boy turned and asked the question that would haunt them both.
"Who...Who am I?"
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Well? What'd ya think? I want to keep going with their interactions with each other and how their life was before the manga starts, but I'm worried both that this is no good and that no one has even the slightest clue what this is from.... Please Review. I'll give you brownies. Dari: Brownies? For me? Chris: No. Dari: *leans over and kisses Chris' cheek* Chris: O.o *giggles* Yes, brownies for you. Dari: Yay!!
Tomonori Nakaura frowned at the sky as it finally let go of the rain it had been keeping close all day. Shaking out his umbrella he stepped lightly out of the way of a few students who ran past seeking shelter, umbrellas forgotten or lost. It was late and the last of the clubs had finally released their members. Most of the teachers had left as well. During his long walk back to his house on late days like this, Tomonori always felt just a little lost. Not empty or sad; he felt that there should be more. The rain beating down on the large umbrella gave off a gentle sound and he began to lose himself in his thoughts.
He didn't know why he should feel this way. He'd often prayed to God to tell him why, or perhaps even provide a solution. But his God was being silent. He'd spoken to the Father of his faction. But the gentle head of Wiz-Dom had no answer other than a soft smile and a cryptic "You'll know when the time comes." That was no real help to him. He was worried it might soon affect his work. Either in class or during a crucial battle, neither of which was desirable.
He'd soon reached his house without having any recollection of the walk there. Sighing, he walked up the steps, shook out his umbrella and went inside. Tomonori looked around the empty place and called out a soft "Okaeri" before slipping off his shoes and walking into the empty building.
The next day was much like the last. Wet, grey and long. He left, once again covered by his large black umbrella; once again making the long trek with that vague feeling of being lost. Halfway to his house, Tomonori stopped, trying to listen over the hollow sound of the rain. There. There it was again. A soft sound...almost like a sob. Quickly turning around, he tried to locate the direction it was coming from. That's when he spotted it. Something lying on the ground a few meters away. Without thinking, he dropped him umbrella and ran over to the fallen figure. Covered in blood and long, blood-stained golden hair, the gender wasn't immediately recognizable, but once he'd kneeled down and gathered up the limp figure in his arms he could tell it was a young man.
"Hey," he was nearly shouting, gently shaking the person in his arms. "Hey you." The boy seemed to flinch in on himself and slowly opened unfocused blue eyes. Holding him tighter...out of fear?....Tomonori tired again. "Are you alright?" He resisted the urge to shake the boy again as his eyes almost closed. "What happened?" Those blue eyes turned again towards him and for a brief moment, were clear and bright, pinning him in place; then they faded once more. The pain of no longer seeing such brilliance was almost physical to him and Tomonori's hand moved to gently touch a bloody cheek and those eyes once again turned to him.
In a voice that struck deep inside him, the boy turned and asked the question that would haunt them both.
"Who...Who am I?"
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Well? What'd ya think? I want to keep going with their interactions with each other and how their life was before the manga starts, but I'm worried both that this is no good and that no one has even the slightest clue what this is from.... Please Review. I'll give you brownies. Dari: Brownies? For me? Chris: No. Dari: *leans over and kisses Chris' cheek* Chris: O.o *giggles* Yes, brownies for you. Dari: Yay!!
