Yeah okay, what's with me writing Umi stories? IDK.
This time it's AmaAnge. Damn it...Mellie stop it. It's contagious! AMAANGE IS CONTAGIOUS!
I guess I'm just not feeling well.
Enjoy. THis is especially for you Mel, because I gave VenusHearts a fanfic, so you get one too.
Disclaimer: Hahhahah, OMG YOOU AREEE SSOOOOO FUNNY! Me? Ryukishi! Own it? STop it! xD
Ange sighed and picked at her plate sadly. Amakusa ate the rest of his meal in silence.
It's been this way ever since they came to America.
"Finished." She said simply. Amakusa gave her a look.
"You always say that."
"Delicate stomach of high class rich girls." Ange said and gave him the closest thing to a smirk she would ever reveal. She stood up and put her plate into the sink. Amakusa forked another piece of chicken into his mouth and tossed the plate into the sink, creeping behind Ange. She stopped and turned around to scowl at him, she crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you plan to do, follow me to my room and rape me in my sleep?"
Amakusa blinked. Then he gasped and feigned a look of hurt and shock, he put a hand over his heart and fell to his knees dramatically.
"How can you say that Aaaangee~?" He asked her. She let her lips curve upward about half a centimeter into a not-frown, but not-smile. Then Ange walked into her room and closed the door behind her. Doing something creepy after dinner, letting her "fake" hurt him with a joke or something like that and being left alone to himself.
Their relationship, did they even have one? Well, yes, but it was so awkward and creepy. Ange barely said anything to him, while Amakusa tried no further to grab her attention when bored. This was the closest he could get to her, and this was Ange's closest relationship to someone else, as a friend.
Maybe it will grow. Came an all too familiar voice of a particular red-eyed, brown-haired female. Mammon, right? Ange had shunned her away so long ago, but was now starting to accept her, and slowly let her exist again. Mammon would occasionally give some advice to Ange or narrate something that would most likely happen in the future. (Such as, tripping over a rock, getting a cold, going to a restaurant without a wallet.)
And it did. Ange scoffed at the idea of Mammon being a fortune teller.
Amakusa and Ange shared an apartment together, two small bedrooms and a bathroom no bigger than a closet, with the addition of something that was supposed to be a kitchen. In a year or two, the two decided to move into something a little bigger, since they adjusted to the foreign country a ltitle more nicely. Around that time, Mammon had materialized into a tangible form. And Ange had accepted her as her friend. Then, it was Amakusa and Ange moving into their new apartment, plus Mammon.
Amakusa had gotten along with Mammon too, able to withstand Mammon's ramblings and desires to be wealthier. It was probably because Amakusa wanted affluence too.
And where had that led Ange� Ange had opened up more. More than ever before 1986. She laughed with Amakusa and Mammon, listened to them.
Ultimately, she trusted them enough to let her guard down.
Ange changed her personality from forlorn to jovial. She no longer frowned or kept her head down. She was enjoying life.
Because I wanted it to end that way. Idk, I'm just bored and I didn't know how to end it. Yet...some strange force is compelling me to write more...
They're probably OOC I knwo. Well, some people on FF suck, and that's me. Deal with it. XP
Merry OCtober.
Remember, it's almost Halloween~ KIHIHIHIHI~
