Unbroken bonds….
Disclaimer: This to inform all those people in the suits that I had nothing to do with this! He did it! Honest Milord! Points to Tasuki chewing the daisies In other words, I don't own F.Y. but the names you're not familiar with are mine. So, touch them, Die! MWAHAHA! Oops! Sorry! Lots of sugar lately!
CHAPTER: 1
THING OF THE PAST.
"Write to me about yourself. I've missed you a lot. And you still haven't filled out my slam book. Do that, maybe you could send me a video of your self so I can see you and your family. Nadya. Please. Talk to me.
Yours truly,
Cassy."
"Well why not? A documentary of my life might do good for the two of us sister."
She folded the letter that had arrived that morning.
"It will do us both good." She got up and went to get the camcorder to make her biographical video.
"On. Play/ Record. All set." She sat down in front of the couch where she had positioned her camera.
Through the eye of the camera
Through the camera eye one can see a fair young brunette sitting on the plush white Futon in her simply yet beautiful decorated leisure-room in white.
Dressed in white shorts and a spaghetti strap white top, she had satin like brown tresses naturally highlighted with blonde streaks held up in a pony tail which failed to keep them all in tact, slender whitish legs and a petite yet beautiful figure, just right for the woman of 23.
A smile that lit up many lives lit her face and brought joy into her eyes and a light of happiness when she began to speak. A soft voice that would soothe a distressed friend as naturally as a person can laugh, mesmerize a date for the evening.
She is Nadya. Nadya Arwen Matthews.
Through the eyes of the camera
She begins speaking to the camera…
"Cassy. Hi.
Long time no see or hear.
How are you? I'm fine here dear, as I'm sure you can see. You've always been close to me but we've lost contact since I left for Tokyo right. You know my story till then right, well to tell you the truth my life as I know it now began only after I went there.
You asked me for a tape. Why don't I tell you what happened till today since I went there. I'm sure you won't miss a 3-hour video. It will explain all the changes you see in me now.
It all started 6 years ago…
(Flash back)
She was walking down the hall with its wooden floors. Delicately decorated doors, ornate handles and impressively shiny nameplates.
Reading them one by one she walked up to the stairs. Stopping at the door just before the stairs leading to the first floor of the 5-story apartment complex, she smiled.
"Mr. K. Ito." She said to herself as she thought of the sweet old couple that lived there.
It brought a smile to her lips, when she found small opportunities to spend time with the sweet Mrs. Ito and Genius Mr. Ito and help them out in anyway possible, with her friend helping her.
"I wonder how they've been doing. I must see them before I leave." She told herself and began her climb up again.
Reaching the first floor she again stopped in front of the glass case for the notice board and checked herself in it.
There she stood, a young 16-year-old, brown hair, long brown blonde tress hanging about her shoulder. In a white two-piece dress with thin straps holding it up on top of the figure hugging white tee, in contrast to the tiny pink floral pattern on her dress, it showed that she was fit and very attractive.
She adjusted the straps of the light cream bag that her shoulders sheltered and moved the books in her hands aside so she could look at herself better.
She smiled satisfied. "Not bad Nadya. Your simplicity pleases me. You could cut down on the jewelry though." She told herself.
Eyeing the thin silver chain with a small heart dollar, small white studs and the thinnest heart bracelet she could find, in the glass, she thought again, "Nah. This is as simple as you can get. I'm sure he'll like it as well." She shrugged. Her watch's alarm rang reminding her of her mission.
"Oh Damn. I should get moving. You have a busy evening remember Nadi? B. Ball then meeting the guys… and then…" she chuckled to herself. "And that too."
She hurried on. Reaching a simple off white door with just as impressive handle and knocker she stopped.
"I should tell him to get a name plate for himself too. He deserves it." She said softly.
Just as she was about to knock she heard voices inside. Letting her curiosity get the best of her she put her ear to the door as stealthily as possible.
Author's Note: That's it for now folks. Any constructive criticisms are welcome! Thanks for reading!