A/N:
ALL OF THIS HAPPENED RIGHT DOWN TO THE CLOTHES I WAS WEARING.
Except my grandparents were there. In this story, they are NOT.
It happened while I was on holiday. (angsts)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the shirt!
Dukoro wandered down the endless, smoggy streets of Melbourne. She was on another holiday; for the second time this year she truly felt free. After pausing for a moment out side of McDonalds, the girl continued her way down the busy road, iPod blaring in her ears.
Dukoro looked at herself in a shop window. What a wanker, she looked! Fiery Converse shoes covered her feet, along with knee high, black and white stripy socks. A spotty black and white mini dress followed, with a pink, playboy crop top underneath, yet still quite visible. Her arms were laced with fishnet gloves and her bag was black and smothered with pins and words. She raised an eyebrow at herself.
"Watch it, lady!"
The black haired girl jumped, stunned at the man who'd run into her.
Bloody idiot. Dukoro cursed in her head. I should pop a cab in his ass.
She shook her fist angrily and continued her way. The street she was currently walking on had a drug store at the corner of it; she knew because she'd seen it before. They sold bongs and things like that. Getting closer and closer to the store, Dukoro's heat beat raised.
Gah! Stupid world! What the hell is wrong with me! I only want to look in there for pins for my bag. Pins. I am not a druggie. Dukoro's mind paused. Not a druggie, dammit!As she walked passed the infamous shop, her head turned and she looked inside. Everything seemed to stop as she noticed something angsty yet loveable on the shelf.
"Kyo." She uttered under her breath. Yuppers, it was an 'I Love Kyo' t-shirt. "What are you doing in a drug store?" she asked the shirt. The shirt said nothing.
Gah! I want that shirt so much!Her eyes averted above and her heart skipped more as she noticed… an 'I Love Kyo' beanie!
This is killing me.
Dukoro so wanted to go in the shop. The things she's always wanted to own were lying right in front of her eyes. Well, on the other side of the glass window, but still. She put a fish netted hand to her developed (unlike Kisa's) boob, in a bad attempt to touch her heart.
"Why?"
Dukoro turned away from the items of apparel. Something painful stung her chest as she walked off. She didn't have the nerve to go into the shop. The place was crawling with addicts and smokers and she didn't dare go in there alone. Her heart left angst-ridden, she picked up the pace her legs had.
ANGST. She repeated inside of her mind as she walked from the shop to her hotel. Angst. Angst. Angst.
And so concludes the epic, yet angsty tale of Dukoro and The Kyo Shirt in The Drug Shop.
A/N:
I seriously have a problem.
PROBLEM!
But I wanted them so badly… (angsts)
