Hey! This is a fanfic that is based on the movie While You Were Sleeping with Sandra Bullock and Bill Pullman. I just saw it again recently for the first time in years, and it is now officially my favorite chick flick, even thought my friends think it's way boring. And for those of you who know the story, please don't reveal what happens to people who haven't through your reviews. Thanks! But right now, you won't know which brother plays which in the story, cause I don't say the name. So you have to wait to see what roles Sesshomaru and Inuyasha play. Muahahahahaha….lol.
Here it is!
While You Were Sleeping
Prologue
You could say my childhood was happy. I didn't remember my mom because she died when I was three, but my father was always there. I loved him with all my heart. He was my best friend and protector.
He loved traveling, and passed that love onto me. We'd hear about some interesting place on TV or on the radio, and he'd take out his map and we'd draw a route to that place. That old map was full of lines and notes. Unfortunately we never had enough money to go to most of those places.
Sometimes, though, Dad would get enough money to take me somewhere. Like Colorado. I was amazed by how amazing Colorado—wasn't.
Dad would weave stories of far-off places and tell me what we would do if we could go there. He told me that one day I would be rich enough to take the both of us around the whole world.
He also told me stories of my mother, and how she had given him "the world," as he said.
My dad was Japanese and my mom was American. When they got married, they decided to live in California. My mom taught my dad how to speak English, and I grew up learning both languages.
There was one place that we mapped out that I really wanted to go to. I drew the route in bright pink highlighter. Mom and Dad had gone there for their honeymoon, and Dad told me wonderful stories about it and about all the wonderful sights. That place was Florence, Italy. I still dream of going there.
When I got into the University of California, Dad was so proud of me. I was studying to become a professional singer. Dad said I would become big, and that I was going places, just like he told me.
And it seemed he was right, at first. My teachers loved me, I was acing all my classes, and I was top of my class.
But then Dad was diagnosed with cancer. The doctors said there was an opening in a research hospital in the city of Los Angeles. I wanted my dad to be treated in the best way, but research hospitals were expensive. So I dropped out of school, moved Dad and I just outside of Los Angeles city, and got a job at a local Cinnobun. Every day I asked, "Welcome to Cinnobun, what would you like?", and gave people their food.
I had been working there for two years when Dad said he'd had enough. The doctors gave him some pain killers and took him off their treatment. He died a month later.
I was depressed. I kept working at Cinnobun, getting a small wage and never fulfilling my dreams of being a singer and traveling to Florence.
But then he came along.
Every weekday morning at seven o'clock he would come in and order a large regular cinnobun and a decaf coffee, and then he would wait for the bus at the bus stop outside the building. What attracted me to him were his gold eyes and silver hair. They were so unusual, and yet so beautiful.
I started to look forward to every day. Even though I had never talked to him except to take his order, I started to fall in love with him.
This is where the real story begins.
There ya go!! Pleeeease review!!!
-Moony