Beads
Prologue
In a small corner of a strip mall, there lies a tiny bead shop.
I mean, it sold more than just beads, things such as little bracelets and other various trinkets, but beads were the main product sold.
Various beads littered the linoleum floor, beads of all sizes and colors, beads of all shapes and luster.
Dull beads, illustrious beads, colorful beads, any type of bead you can name.
In this little shop, there lays a small secret, you could say.
A small, little secret that means no harm, but can harm.
Seems that in a way, this secret had its own will. Will to choose, to decide. In a strange way, its will came.
However, this was its will.
Our little shop had a life all its own; although it was no longer in its prime, the small shop was alive with laughter and joy.
It was ran by a closely knit group of people. They had a strange ability to lift your spirits, no matter how blue you were.
Their little corner of the strip mall was nearly deserted.
As almost no one came to buy beads anymore, they were almost bankrupt.
All kits that needed beads to complete contained them.
Even if the beads were not desired, people did not come to buy beads that they liked, or wanted.
Some people were too cheap to buy a package of beads for fifty cents, yet others could not find time.
Our story involves the tale of this small bead shop, two employees, a little boy, and a mystery yet to come. It has simple, little joys, yet it also contains great sorrows and anger.
What needs to be told will be told, and what doesn't need to be told probably will be, as well.
So, shall we begin?
A/N: Hey guys! Ok, for the record: at the moment, Caramell is on hiatus, because i've got no inspiration whatsoever for it at the moment. I've also got the 2nd chapter of the sense of sight written, and i need to get crackin' on the 3rd chapter of as red as a rose. Anyway, the inspiration for this story actually came from a dream that I had recently. I'm confined to my house at the moment because of a stomach bug, and before my lovely mommy woke me up to dine upon beef broth and crackers, this was my dream. It can get kinda wonky at times, but please forgive that.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT, IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM, OWN INUYASHA.
Bye-Bee!~Pachi-chan