Hello to all my readers.
This story is a sequel to Sapphire eyes. It will follow the lives of Zakuro and Ryou as they become closer as a couple. This story is cross between one-shots and a story which has a continuous storyline. In other words the one shots are connected to each other and will continue off each other indirectly
Some chapters will feature other pairings, but it will be primarily RyouxZakuro.
Pairings in this story: LettucexPai, ZakuroxRyou, PuddingxTart.
I'm open to writing any of my readers ideas and pairings. Just give me the outline of the one shot and the pairing and I'll challenge myself to writing it. These may be separate from the rest of the story depending on the context.
Feel free to give many ideas.
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Zakuro stretched her arms over her head, a feeling of content bliss washed over her. Her smile soured into a frown as her thoughts raced.
This is wrong….
That's what she thought, she was going against her religion, her culture and worst off all her family. She pictured their disapproving stares, irritated frowns and whispering. All because she was living with a man unmarried.
It's just a favour...it's not like we're doing anything…
With that a blush adorned her cheeks. She needed time to think, to plan, to evaluate. Her father came to mind. The small creek of the door opening distracted her, looking up she saw Ryou leaning in the doorway, an indifferent expression on his face.
"Morning," he mumbled as she nodded pulling on a jacket. "Wait ...where are you going?"
"I just need some to think...after this whole ordeal," she said as he moved ou the way to allow her to pass. He watched for a few moments before leaning forward and grabbing her bony wrist.
"Zakuro if you need someone to talk to...you have me," he stated as she gave him a weak smile and pulled away. He sighed as the door slammed.
This is going more difficult than I thought…
Zakuro pushed open the door to her childhood home. Despite her father being the only left there. The memories of events that happened nearly a decade ago caused her head to scene before caused her to draw back slightly, her father had his face buried within his hand, his dark hair dishevelled. The steam rising up from the coffee before him did nothing to awaken his senses.
"Zakuro?" he murmured, removing his hand from his face revealing a sullen, puffy face contrary to his usual clean-cut, chiselled face.
"Papa?" she said hugging him to which he limply returned the gesture. "What's wrong?"
"I was just thinking over my decision," he set down his cup after taking a long sip. "I was going to sell the house, so I could move close to Fujiwara Enterprises, unless you want to live here." Zakuro stared blankly into space before slowly forming her words.
"Where are you moving to?" she asked as he slowly sighed.
"Since your mother...has passed the workload rests solely on my shoulders, I'll just be moving closer to the heart of Tokyo," he studied her blank expression expecting at least her furrowed eyebrows to raise.
"It'll be alright Zakuro," he said "It's only until I find a business partner...I was planning to tell later today but you're here now…." he paused "Did you want to tell me something?"
"No...I just decided to leave to take a small break to think," with that her father straightened up.
"How are you two doing?" he asked his dark blue eyes meeting her sapphire eyes.
"Good…" she murmured with some caution. "You don't mind our relationship?"
"You are an adult now...I'm not as controlling as your mother…"
"But what about our family?" with that question her father gave a low chuckle.
"You mean our estranged family…." with that he got up and poured the rest of his coffee down the drain. Pulling on his jacket he hurried through the door.
"I'd better get a head start today, feel free to stay," with that the house was silent, aside from heavy footsteps and the slam of a car door. Zakuro sighed. Thing had never gone this downhill, she didn't have a drive a for anything. She couldn't be bothered to deal with diligent pests otherwise known as the paparazzi or her own conflicts.
She had her friends, her father, Ryou and Keiichiro and an offer for counselling but none of these appealed to her, yet she didn't want to be left alone. Her mixed feelings caused her stress to well up.
Or maybe not…
Mint was focusing on furthering her career as a prima ballerina, Lettuce was intrigued with the letters Pai sent her via his telekinetic abilities about the cyniclon's lives on their new planets. Pudding, Ichigo and Berry were going about in their usually blissful carefree ways.
Why would they want to hear about her problems? After all she's the eldest she should be able to deal with it herself.
There some thing I will have to discuss with Ryou…
Ryou stared at the TV a bored expression plastered on his face. Though he refused to show it, he was worried about Zakuro. Why had she just ran out like that? Should he have gone after her. No, Zakuro was an independent aloof individual. She was different from the other girls harder to read.
"Zakuro," he murmured as she remained standing a grave expression plastered on her face.
"Ryou, there's some things we need to talk about," she stated bluntly as he got up to face her. "Don't you think what we're doing is wrong?"
"What?" he asked.
"Living together unmarried….you know that looked down upon here," she stated as he remained speechless.
"Oh...for a second I thought you were breaking up with me," he chuckled but stopped as Zakuro blank gaze remained unenlightened.
"I'm serious Ryou," she said as he shrugged dismissively.
"It's not like we're doing anything...besides who cares what anyone else thinks," he murmured "It is just a friendly gesture after all…"
"I suppose…" she mumbled.
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