The Red Stringed Promise
Author's Note: I.C here~ I'm sorry (again) that I haven't updated The Glass Zanpkatou: A Bleach Cinderella. I was studying for exams, most of the time. And, I have to admit I'm slightly losing intrest in it but I do want to finish it. Anwayz, this is a one shot for Momo's Birthday. I know, I know; It's EXTREMELY late. But considering it's Toushiro's birthday tomorrow, I was like 'what the heck, I'll post it now.' ^_^
Beware, time concepts are not accurate. First, a cherry tree doesn't grow from a cherry pit if YOU plant it. (Believe me, I tried when I was younger T^T. Get a professional) Also, a full, mature tree will not grow in 11 years! This tree is special...well, you'll see. :) Enjoy! I'll update my profile about when I'm going to update so check that out.
A little information for your benefit: A Pinky swear is like an oath two people are bound to, taken more seriously by children. The Red String of Fate is symbolic concept that shows two people are bound by destiny, and will be together through out time. For more info, just seach up Red String of Fate and go to tvtropes.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN BLEACH! If I did, Toushiro would get a nice surprise for his birthday from Momo *cough* sake-induced-confession *cough*
Birds chirped as the sun shone through the clouds. Like cotton puffs they lazily sailed through the robin egg blue sky, setting the perfect mood for a warm spring afternoon.
"Baa-san! Can I ask you something?"
The elderly lady looked down at her grandchild's friend. She smiled tenderly at the look of determination on his face. They both were sitting on the porch watching Momo, her granddaughter, play along with her other neighbors. They boy didn't want to play out, insisting that it was too hot.
"Yes, Toushiro-kun."
"What would Bedwetter Momo like for her birthday?"His emerald eyes were deadlocked on her face as he looked up. "I wanna get her a gift early so no one else takes my idea!"
She chuckled and smoothed out his snow, white hair.
"Well…"Momo's grandmother pondered as she looked at her grandchild who was now skipping rope and laughing. "That's a tricky one…but, Momo is perfectly content with anything that you would give, Toushiro-kun."
He crossed his arms. "But I need to know what to give her; she'd complain if I got her anything so it needs to be something she wants."
The lady sighed. After a moment she spoke, "It may be tricky but she has always wanted to see sakura blossoms. Momo has never got a chance to see one since there are not any nearby sakura trees. I'm sure she would like that."
Toushiro's eyebrows furrowed as he mulled over what the old lady had said. "Well, how do you grow one?"
"You plant a cherry seed from a cherry and water it regularly. In a few months it should sprout a small sapling."
Toushiro scrunched his face as he dwelled on what the old woman said. He focused his eyes on Momo who was now telling an animated story to her friends from across the street; throwing her hands and widening her eyes in exclaimations.
"Okay Baa-san, that's what I'm going to do…I'm going to grow a sakura tree for Bedwetter so then she won't have to complain about not seeing them!" Toushiro exclaimed. Momo turned around and looked questioningly at Toushiro.
"Shiro-chan, what are you talking about?"
Flustered, Toushiro yelled back, "None of your business Bedwetter!"
…
Toushiro wrinkled his nose as he ate around the cherry pit. After many questions and curt answers from him, Toushiro finally managed to ask his mother to buy some cherries.
He shivered when he bit into the dark red flesh of it and felt his teeth scrape the pit. The bitter-sweet taste squirted into his mouth and made him want to throw it back out. The juices had bled onto his fingertips coloring them with a soft tinge of red-purple. Cherries tasted nothing like the sweet, fresh crispness that watermelon had to offer. They were just wrong.
Bleh, who makes a fruit like that. Watermelon is way better.
Sucking in his cheeks, he spat the cherry pit into an old pot that Baa-san had lent him. Quickly, he scooped some black soil from the bag into his hands and carefully placed it inside the pot.
"You better hurry up and grow for Bedwetter. You're my only shot." Smiling with satisfaction he placed the pot next to the steps leading from his house to the backyard.
"Shiro-chan, what are you doing?"
Toushiro hastily turned around to face Momo who was peeping out of the glass sliding doors. He fumbled to hide the pot as he stepped in front of her line of vision.
"N-nothing you stupid Bedwetter! Who let you here anyways?" He quickly pushed her inside before she could do anything else. He sighed as Momo looked at him with a questioning look.
"Your Okaa-san let me in." Momo gasped which caused Toushiro to jump.
"W-what?"
"Shiro-chan! Your hands are black!" Momo grabbed his hands and dragged her with him to the sink. "We have to clean them or something bad could happen!"
Toushiro squirmed as he was pulled and tried to get out of Momo's grip. "I'm fine you Bedwetter!"
…
"Why won't you grow you stupid plant!"
Toushiro huffed as he crossed his hands and glared at the plant. It was so pathetic. Even after two weeks of continuous watering the damn thing wouldn't grow one bit! Surely, it would at least peep its head out of the soil but no; it was a coward. He glared at the plant, hoping inside that would somehow scare the plant into coming out of hiding. But, after five minutes, Toushiro gave up on that idea.
"Why can't you grow?" Toushiro bent down to look at the plant. "Are you afraid? Or, you just can't?" Toushiro whispered." You know, you're not the only one. I can't grow that much either and everyone takes advantage of that. Bed-wetter and Baa-san keeps on ruffling my hair like I'm a kid."He shrugged, "It's okay when Baa-san does it; I like it. But, Bedwetter shouldn't do it. I'm supposed to protect her—not the other way around!" Toushiro looked down as felt something prick at his eyes. "Sometimes…I wish I could grow up…I want to be someone that's stronger and who can protect something."
Toushiro quietly stayed like that for a while. He felt something slide down his cheek and fall onto the plant. He quickly swiped at his eyes, irritated. "Stupid tears." A soft gentle breeze blew by, ruffling his clothes and kissing his cheek. He blinked repeatedly as he looked closely at the pot of soil. If he looked close enough he could see a tiny green bud hidden away in the blanket of dark soil. Toushiro let a small smile escape from his lips as the wind blew the soil away a bit from the bud.
"Thank you."
…
"Happy Birthday Momo!"
The crowd chorused together as they watched Momo's eager face glow in the candle light. Taking a deep breath she blew out all of the five candles. Toushiro stayed by her side as she cut out a piece of cake and quickly put it in her mouth. He watched the pure look of joy on her face; the way her mouth turned into a pretty smile always made him feel light like feathers inside.
"Shiro-chan! Open wide!"
Momo shoved a piece of cake onto his face forcing him to open his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise as he closed his mouth and ate the cake. The sweet sugary frosting and strawberry custard filled his mouth with pleasure and he smiled in content. It was like…heaven.
Toushiro opened his eyes to the birthday girl's expectant eyes as she smiled. "Shiro-chan? Do you like it?" Toushiro was about to reply when gave it a second thought as everyone around him was staring. He scowled deeply at Momo. "It was too sweet! And don't force it my mouth, Bedwetter!"
"Mou...Shiro-chan."
…
After the cake had been cut, all the adults started to chat with each other. Since it was Momo's birthday it was hard for Toushiro to talk to her without someone coming up and wishing her. The white haired boy decided to wait outside in the backyard while he guarded his plant. It had grown well for the past month; there was finally a little stem with a bud coming out.
Toushiro smiled at the cherry sprout. His ears perked up when he heard the faint calling of his name. He turned his head around to see none other than Momo pop her head out of the glass doors.
"Shiro-chan! There you are!"
"Bedwetter…"
Momo stepped out and closed the doors behind her. "I was looking for you everywhere. I want to show you what I got!" She smiled at Toushiro and he instantly felt bubbly inside. He wanted her to smile more for him.
"Bedwetter, come over here," Toushiro gestured. "I have something for you."
Momo's eyes widened before she pouted at the little boy.
"Mou, Shiro-chan. I told you that you didn't have to get me anything."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I know you secretly wanted something."
Momo stuck out her lip as she looked down. "…That's not true."
Toushiro let out a crooked smile as he took both her hands. "Kay, I'm going to give it to you but you better close your eyes."
"Why?"
"Just do it Bedwetter!" Toushiro raised his voice at Momo. She closed her eyes hard as she waited for further instructions.
"You better not open them." In response, Momo squished her eyes harder, her eyebrows furrowed.
Picking up the pot, he gently placed it in her hands, holding the pot so it wouldn't fall. He waited for her to open her eyes but she just stood still with her scrunched up face.
Toushiro frowned as he sighed, "You can open them now."
Gently prying open one eye, as if Momo was testing if it was safe, she looked at what was in her hands. Immediately her face lightened up and her mouth opened wide.
"It's a cherry plant. You can grow it into a sakura tree when it gets older," the boy clarified.
Momo turned her gift around in her hands, looking it at all directions with amazement and wonder.
"Wow! It's so cute, Shiro-chan! Did you grow this?"
Toushiro turned his head to the side when Momo looked up at him; her chocolate eyes were wide and filled with a happy mirth. He could feel his face heating up as he scratched the back of his head. "I-it wasn't that big of a deal."
Before he knew it, Momo tackled Toushiro to the ground and hugged him around the waist as she snuggled closer to him. Toushiro immediately flushed as he tried to get her off of him.
"M-Momo! What are y-you doing?"
She laughed as she saw the white haired boy look embarrassed. "I love your present Shiro-chan! That's why I want to thank you."
Toushiro stopped trying to push her off and looked away again, blushing.
"It was nothing, really."
Momo giggled. "I really like it! In fact, it's my favorite!" A puzzled expression flashed on her face as she cocked her head up. "But Shiro-chan, how did you know I wanted a cherry tree?"
"I just did," Toushiro smirked in response.
"Wow, you're really a genius Shiro-chan!" Toushiro laughed inside at how easily she believed him. "I can't wait until it grows! It'll become a big tree with beautiful flowers!And then Shiro-chan, we can see them together, right Shiro-chan?"
"Don't call me that Bedwetter."
Momo stuck her tongue out at him and she continued on. "You'll always be my Shiro-chan!" She continued on, "After we see them we'll climb up the tree! And Shiro-chan, the best part is we'll do it together! That way we can see past the whole neighborhood and maybe the whole world! Wouldn't that be great?"
The white haired boy frowned at her. "I'm not climbing up that tree with you. If you fall, Baa-san will blame me."
Momo smiled up at him. "Don't worry Shiro-chan; I'll be careful if you're with me! Plus, we'll be older and stronger."
Toushiro closed his eyes as he sighed in exasperation. She wasn't going to quit it. "Fine; I'll do it," he said with defeat.
She smiled as she hugged him even tighter. "Thank you Shiro-chan!" She stuck out her pinky at him. "Pinky promise?"
He scowled at the childish act. "I'm not going to-" "Shiro-chan," she whined as she stretched out the last syllable.
Toushiro looked at her sad face and instantly felt worse inside. Something inside gave in and he wrapped her pinky with his own.
"Fine, pinky promise."
"No, Shiro-chan!" Momo exclaimed. "You have to say the words!"
Toushiro scowled. "That's childish Momo."
She pouted. "Pretty please~"
Again, the feeling came back and Toushiro was really started to get annoyed by it. He sighed before he started, "Pinky Promise,"—Momo joined in—"if you lie, I will make you swallow a thousand needles."
Toushiro pulled away his pinky. "Now that's ove—."
"Wait a sec Shiro-chan! I almost forgot!"
Toushiro raised an eyebrow as he watched his friend take a loose string from her red dress and rip it out. "What are you doing Bedwetter?" She mumbled a "hold on," as she struggled to tie the string onto her right pinky. She looked up at him, "Shiro-chan, can you please tie this?"
Slightly confused at how much she's going to make a promise, he complied, still not understanding what she's doing. Momo smiled and said "thank you," as she tied the other end to Toushiro's left pinky. "Wait, Bedwetter, why are you tieing me to the string?" He was a little suspicious now and hoped she wasn't going to make him her slave or something. It was probably some punishment...
"Okay! Done! Shiro-chan, this is called the Red String of Fate," Momo explained as she held up her pinky to show him. "It means that two people will always be together! For forever and ever and ever! That's what Obaa-san told me!"
Toushiro stared at the string like it was a foreign object as he processed the explaination. "So...that means you and me will be together forever?"
"Yep!" She nodded, her pig tails flying. "That way, you have no choice but to climb up the tree with me!"
So it was blackmail after all... Toushiro sighed, already dreading the fact the he allowed this.
"Now, that's ov—"
"No!" Momo cried out. "We still have to seal it!"
"Wait, with what?" Toushiro asked, slightly exasperated and surprised that there was still more.
Momo bent over and quickly pecked his cheek with a smile. Toushiro immediately flushed red as he felt her lips on her cheek.
Momo beamed while Toushiro stared at her with wide eyes. "W-what w-was t-that for?" he stuttered.
Momo just smiled. "We have to seal it with a kiss, Shiro-chan. You know that." She looked up at him, worry in her eyes. "Didn't you want to seal our promise?"
He turned his head to the side, "Whatever. It was fine." He sighed and looked down at Momo. "Now that's over with, can you do me a favor?"
"Yes! Anything!"
The little boy squirmed as he tried to push her off again. "Get the heck off me, Bed-wetter. You're heavy."
"Shiro-chan!"
…
…
…
Thud
I woke up with a start as my head hit the desk. I rubbed it, frowning as I pushed myself up.
I quickly opened my eyes and turned my head around to see if anyone noticed that I was sleeping. Nope, the math teacher was still droning on about algorithms. But, I wasn't the only one settling into a coma—half of the class was dozing off or secretly listening to their IPods. Renji was snickering at me and I stuck out my tongue at him.
He threw a note. Miss Goody-Two shoes sleeping in class? What's happening to Hinamori? Suddenly decided to be a rebel?
I pouted and quickly wrote back a reply.
Renji-kun~ Don't be mean! Be nice to me today :P
He still chuckled but resumed to doodling in his notebook. After a few minutes, he threw it back at me, the note bonking me on my head. I threw him a look as I opened up the note; it was the sensei running away from a ferocious lion with red pineapples (Renji's signature touch) coming after him. I couldn't help but let a smile slip and mouthed Thank you back at him. He winked at me and set his head down to sleep on the desk.
I leaned against my hand and looked out the window. It was still raining outside which made the class seem gloomier and darker. Only grey clouds covered the sky top and I could hear the faint sounds of car horns outside. Couples were huddled together under umbrellas and I sighed whimsically, as I watched them go.
The drawing was crumpled in my hands and I glanced down again at Renji and my silent conversation. I know that he's intentionally trying to make me smile today which is why he's a great friend. I don't have to tell him anything but he already remembered. Izuru probably knows also and will try to do something special for me today. I could always count on them two…
"Fine; I'll do it."
"Thank you Shiro-chan!"
Something squeezed my heart inside.
No, this wasn't the time to think about that. Especially not today. I already got over it and I'm not going to relive this.
I shook my head in hopes that all those melancholic thoughts would leave. As much as it hurt, I needed to forget about them for today—that's all.
I picked up a pencil and began to draw on Renji's note. First a cylinder—no, scratch that. It looks like a rectangle. I grumbled inside; drawing shapes was never really my forte. I scribbled it away with an eraser and tried again. First, the cylinder; draw some icing; top it with strawberries and whip cream. After, I drew sixteen lines all stretching upwards with little flicks of flame that looked like it was going to burn the red pineapple above it. I glanced down at the bottom of the note. In his scratchy scrawl he wrote "Happy 16th Birthday Hinamori."
I managed a smile and glanced over at Renji. He was still sleeping with his IPod ear buds tucked in. I quickly scribbled a reply with a smile and aimed it at the top of his ponytail before letting it sail.
Thanks, Renji
…
"Hinamori-kun! Wait up!"
I turned around and my face broke into a grin. "Izuru-kun!" I waited for him as he ran up to me. I couldn't help but laugh as he leaned onto his knees, panting for breath.
His clear blue eyes looked up at me through his long blond bang. (I always told him to cut it but he never listened, insisting that it made him look "cool.")
"Do you know how many times I had to call you Hinamori-kun? I think you're becoming deaf…"
He laughed as I bonked his head. "Mou, Izuru-kun, don't say stuff like that. I was just…pre-occupied." Izuru opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself. He shook his head and said, "Well, then, let's go to Home Ecc. I heard we're going to make strawberry shortcake."
My ears perked up. "Really?" I loved strawberry shortcake for as long as I could remember. Each birthday it was must to have it or else I wouldn't eat any other kind of cake.
"Then Izuru-kun you have to give me some of yours since it is my special day~"
He smiled and said, "Only if Abarai doesn't take all of it. We'll see though…"
I frowned and playfully hit him. "That better be a yes!" He laughed and we walked towards Home Ecomonics.
I didn't ask what Izuru was about to say. I already knew what he had in mind.
"Shiro-chan! Open wide!"
"It was too sweet! And don't force it my mouth, Bedwetter!"
Again, I was thankful he didn't bring it up. He knew how it made me feel and I was glad about that. But, even with that, I couldn't help but feel down.
I shook my head and berated myself for thinking about that again. It wasn't the time to think about things like that. I was going to have fun. It's my day.
…
After Home Ecc, the day continued on uneventfully. It was starting to feel like the weather outside. I sighed. I opened my locker to change my shoes and take out my books. Hopefully, things were going to be better at home. I could already smell Okaa-san's traditional peach tart she makes me every year. And, if I thought about it more, I could feel the sweet jelly fruit on my tongue as it melted into a—
I yelped and fell down as someone came behind me and poked my sides. "Ow," I grumbled as I nursed them. I turned around and saw Renji laughing and clutching his stomach.
"That was—was freaking hilarious," he panted out between his laughs. I stuck out my tongue at him but he kept on laughing. "God, Hinamori—your face. Hilarious. Don't you think so Kira?" Renji asked after he settled down.
Izuru glanced sympathetically at me as he held a hand out. "Are you okay Hinamori?" I nodded and gratefully took his hand. "Thanks Izuru-kun. Atleast I can count on some people." I glared at Renji who started laughing again. He patted Izuru's back. "You guys are softies."
"Anyways, are you going home now Hinamori-kun?" Izuru-kun asked. "It's still raining pretty hard."
Renjii quickly turned serious, the previous teasing smile gone. "Yeah, you aren't going to walk in this down pour are you? It's raining cats and dogs. Do you want us to walk with you?"
I giggled. "Guys, I'm fine!" I pushed a sleeve on my arm and flexed it. "I got muscle too! I can take care of myself!" They exchanged skeptical glances between them, not fully convinced. I sighed. They're such over protective fools but I love them. "I don't want to keep you from your clubs and school meetings."
When they didn't say anything, I went over and hugged them together, squeezing their arms. "I'm fine." To prove it I grinned from side to side. Izuru sighed in defeat and Renji laughed hitting me on the head. "As long as you're okay with it…" Izuru said, but he sounded unsure.
"Just don't get into trouble Hinamori," Renji finished. Even though he said it playfully I could still hear the serious under tone. Picking up my bag and pink umbrella I dusted my skirt.
"I won't, you guys. You make it seem like I'm a walking hazard." We laughed together before I walked out the school doors, opening my umbrella. I turned around and saw them still staring at my back. I laughed and waved at them before walking in to the courtyard.
The rain hit my pink umbrella like pellets before dripping down the edges in streams. Moisture and humidity hung in the damp air making it more suffocating. The ground seemed to slip under my feet and I slowed my pace, glancing every few moments at my feet. The last thing I wanted was for my uniform to sport dirt and mud.
Just when I was about to step on the road a car whizzed by, honking. My heart jumped into my throat and I fumbled backwards as if something yanked me back by the arm. The cars continued to race by, completely oblivious about pedestrians. I sighed but it did no good to calm my racing heart; it thumped like a startled bird against my rib cage.
Calm down. Calm down. It's not the same as last time. A deep fear pooled in the bottom of my stomach, climbing up until it took a hold of my heart and squeezed it. I gasped. No, it could have been. It's too close to that. My hands tightened around my handle. It's also raining…
I gulped and tried to push down the lump in my throat. Maybe I should I take the long route.
I walked along the park. The trees were just starting to bud new flowers. Little children ran past with their moms, eager to go home. Their rubber boots splashed in the puddles making flopping noises. Some couples were huddled under their umbrellas, the men with his hand wrapped around the women's waist as they looked up into the gray sky.
I smiled whimsically. It was always so cute to see couples together into their own world. It was like they could escaped everything and just be alone, together.
"After we see them we'll climb up the tree! And Shiro-chan, the best part is we'll do it together! That way we can see past the whole neighborhood and maybe the whole world! Wouldn't that be great?"
"Shiro-chan." My eyes widened as I realized I said his name out loud. It seemed foreign and strange on my lips. For the past nine years, that name was like a taboo word; rarely did my family ever speak of it. Ever since the accident…
I sighed. It was futile to keep it away in the back of my head if everything seemed to remind me of him. Even though there was nothing left of him, his presence lingers in the back of mind.
"Get the heck off me, Bed-wetter. You're heavy."
I couldn't help but let out a small smile. He always had a way of making everything blunt and to the point. That was something I always loved about him even though I didn't realize it until it was too late…
His mom and dad had moved away shortly after. Time to time they would send me cards on special occasions like Christmas, and birthdays. But it was too painful for them to stay here since, like me, everything reminded them of their son. I was puzzled and confused why they had left but Okaa-san sat me down and explained to me everything as best as she could to a seven year old. I admit I hated them at first, but then after I started to cry, I wished they took me away with them.
Obba-san left shortly after. It started off with her visits becoming fewer and fewer. And each time she could actually come, it seemed she was thinner. Then, she just disappeared. One day I found Okaa-san crying in her room. Her long raven hair covered her face as she held it in her hands. Her small body racked and trembled with sobs. I didn't know what to do. When she saw me at the door, her brown eyes widened as if she was startled before she gestured me forward and hugged me tightly. She soaked my dress but I didn't say anything because I was scared. She whispered into my hair, "Momo...Obaa-san had to…had to leave us. She won't come… home anymore." She sniffled. "She said that she has…has to take care of…Shiro-chan…for you."
I didn't know why but I cried along with my Okaa-san. It seemed like something to at the moment even though I didn't really understand it well. We just stayed together in silence, not moving, until my stomach growled, shattering the silence.
She pulled back and looked at me before softly laughing. Okaa-san wiped away her tears with a tissue. "Are you hungry, Momo? Let's get you something to eat, shall we?" She forced a smile, and I knew she was trying to get better.
Lost in thought, I failed to notice I was already outside my home. I eagerly dashed to the front door, wanting to get out of this rain.
"Okaa-san! Tadiama!" I called out as I opened the door. No response. That's strange. Usually, Okaa-san is home from work by now. I took off my shoes and slipped into my slippers as I trudged into the kitchen. On the granite island next to the peach pie was a green post-it note.
Sorry Momo. Have to stay late at the hospital today. Will try to come back as soon as I can Enjoy a slice of your peach pie, there's more in the fridge.
"Mou, Okaa-san isn't here." I sighed but I knew she couldn't help it. Okaa-san worked hard to support both of us. I quickly rushed upstairs to change from my damp uniform. Shutting my door closed I shed off the uniform and slipped over a white summer dress, letting the soft material graze over my skin. It's never too early to wear summer dresses, I thought. I let loose my hair from its ponytail, swishing it as I looked at the mirror. The wind came in through from my window and I realized I left it slightly open. Pulling the curtains to cover it the window fully, I then ran down stairs to eat the peach pie.
"Delicious~" I exclaimed as I dunked another spoon into the pie. It was so sweet and crisp that I didn't even bother putting into the microwave. "I'll save some for later," I said to myself.
After I put away the pie, I stood against the patio windows. The cherry tree stood tall, its branches reaching above the house's roof as if it was touching the grey clouds. It was the only tree in the neighborhood that was in full bloom. For some strange reason, it always bloomed early each year. I smiled as I saw the clumps of sakura blossoms sway in the wind. It was so beautiful. I'm glad that at least his gift could still stay alive…
I shook my head. "I wonder if I got any mail…" There were usually some birthday cards from distant relatives and the Hitsugayas. I walked past the living room to the front closet and took out a dark blue denim jacket. Shaking the water from the umbrella and slipping on my white ballet flats, I grabbed the mail key and headed out the door.
The neighborhood was quiet as no one was outside. The rain slowed down to a soothing drizzle. I walked down the steps and onto the sidewalk, checking both sides for any cars. Nope, none. I ran across the road, mindful of the puddles. I opened up the mail box container and immediately a bunch of cards fluttered out, threatening to spill. Before they could fall, I grabbed them, dropping my umbrella on the ground.
"Wow, there are so many…" I knew I would get some cards but not a whole pile! I took the bills and other mail before shutting the door closed. Closing the umbrella, I held it against my body with my elbow while I shuffled through the mail.
"Birthday card, Birthday card, bill, bill, bill, card, card, hospital…" I mumbled. There seemed to be an endless array of bills. It was like the black font melded together to repeat the word bill. I continued to walk scanning for anything more. All of a sudden, I heard a car honking and lights casted shadows across my hands. My body froze and all I could do was turn and stare at the blinding light. I couldn't move or speak. All I could hear was the loud screech of the car and my racing heart all in my head.
The world turned over and the wind rushed to my head. The cards fluttered to the ground before the lights shut down and I slipped down into darkness.
Author's Note: Toushiro seems like the person to not like cherries, don'tcha think? I remember eating cherries in July and trying to imagine myself as Toushiro for this story ^_^ I didn't like them much at first so that's where you get that vivid description of a 'disgusting' cherry.
Please review! Constructive criticism would be appreciated (not too harsh though, please) since this is my first 'First Person' P.O.V story. Did you like the ending? Want to throw tomatoes at it? Just press the Review button and tell me all about it ^_^ I assure you, things aren't as they seem :) Think about the second character in this...where is he?
Tadiama- I'm home!
PCE ^_^
