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"Amai Josho"
Title: "Sweet Emotions"
Disclaimer: The usual stuffs. Ya'll know those.
Note: This might be a one shot or a series. It depends on how you readers like it. Please read and review.
Plot: I figured that Nataku needs a Love Life desperately!
Kind: Romance (plenty) / Drama (a lot)
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Prologue ( ? )
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The heaven was crying to the world as its tears cover the night. Its hollers echoed through the lifeless crowd. The heaven cries, for one person's heart couldn't cry for his self... He couldn't speak what was that he wanted to do and he couldn't say how much he felt lonely inside... even though there were so many that adored him so..
But he knew that it wasn't exactly him that everyone adored. It was obvious to him that what they wanted from him was his skills to fight. They needed him to protect them. They needed him to fight for what they can't do because they are so caught up with being the 'supreme ones', that they just use someone like him to do their dirty responsibilities.
And like always... here he was again standing in front of the living pool of blood. To him it just seemed to follow him everywhere he has gone to. He just stood there with the lifeless bodies lying everywhere that anyone could imagine. He stood firmly, that at a point it would seem that he was a weed rooted to the ground; waiting to be pulled.
The rain poured from his head to his small body and to his feet.. He looked down as he placed his hands in front of him. The rain was taking away the blood from his hands. He shook his hands... because he could still smell the blood and in his eyes there was still blood in his hands... He wanted to shout but he knew that he couldn't. Not because he didn't have the courage to shout to the world... But because he wasn't supposed to do anything that the supreme didn't order him to do.
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The throne room was full once again with different kinds of gods and goddesses. It wasn't some kind of a party. It was to welcome, or rather, to see if he was still alive...
"Send him in!" An old white man sitting at the throne commanded with all of his voice.
The huge doors opened slowly and it revealed a small boy standing at the middle of the opening door. He stood proud even if he was wet to the bones. His clothing, his hair and even his body was dripping water all over the carpeted floor. He waited there until his name was called by the one sitting at the throne.
"Enter, Nataku Taishi.!"
He walked like a man at the middle of the crowd under their disgusted, pitying, judging looks... He could hear them whisper and whisper and whisper... No matter how far they were from him, he could hear every single word. But he never showed on his face that he was affected, even though he got used to it by now. He stopped as he reached the foot of the stairs to the throne. He bowed, dripping more water to the floor.
"It is good to see you back. I knew you wouldn't fail us. Now, you may go back to you house and rest."
He rose, turned and walked out of the hall.
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Nataku arrived at his home. He knocked at the door but nobody came to greet and welcome him. He let out a soft sigh and pushed down the handle to enter. He looked around and found no one. He let his self in and proceeded to his room.
His room was big, but you could consider it almost empty. There was a double king size four-poster bed at the middle and a walk-in closet. There's a one way mirror on the head of the bed where you could see the full moon at night.
He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. He was about to sleep when he felt an unknown presence enter through their main door. He sat up as he felt the presence came up the stairs and walking towards his room. He stood up and waited for the unwanted guest to show itself. He was ready for battle as his door slowly opened. He was about to take a quick step to kill it but he stopped as quickly as he moved when he saw that it was a young girl.
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"Hi!" Her smile beamed at me. She walked towards me and my body tensed up as she came closer. She was about to touch me just above my chest when I quickly moved back. Her hand moved back to her. "I don't bite you know." She smiled again. "I was just going to tell you how wet you are."
I looked down and found that my clothes were still dripping on my room's floor. I looked up and she was gone. I turned around to look for her. I found my closet's door open and the lights were on. She came out and handed clean-dry clothes to me. "You don't want to get sick, do ya?" There was that smile of hers again. She turned around and had her back at me.
I changed my clothes and cleared my throat to give her a sign that it was now okay to turn back to me. She turned around, he white spaghetti strapped gown swayed with her movement. Her black wavy hair rests just before it reaches her knees. Another one of her beaming smiles... She took my wet clothes and she went out of my room.
A little while after, I heard our main door open and closed.
Wait! Who was that!
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