A/N: Hey! I know I HAVE To upload sum chapies on my story, "Change.." But
like my comp busted! So I'm on my dad's 4 awhile.. so might as well type
sumthin up. Hope ya like it~!
Disclaimer: Don't own anythin from SD (Sure wish I did!)
Crossing his arms in disappointment, he sighed and looked at the door.
"So this is where she lives?" He noted as he saw the door slam shut. He shook his head in dismay and disgrace. This wasn't how a guy should act. Especially if she didn't oblige the fact that he had followed her home. Harassment. Sexual Harassment.
'What has the world come to?' He thought a moment brushing passed her door. 'All I want is to get to know her.'
Stuffing his hands in his coat pockets, he continued his way down the street. His head hung face down not caring about the passerby's words that came flying at him. Step by step, he walked the path in silence. Disgrace, disgrace. He had scared and hurt her. Not once, not twice, but three times during this passed week. The moment he walked through the door of his new school and the moment he set eyes on her, he couldn't get her out of his mind. It didn't annoy him and he didn't care. However, he only cared on how she picturized him. Was he cute? Nice? Rude? Annoying? Scary?
He hadn't the nerve to come up to her throughout his new week at school. He just couldn't walk by her desk, walk by and take one glance into her eyes. There was no way he could ever get to know her. No way.
Wouldn't It Be Wonderful...?
CHAPTER 1: WhO aRe yOu?
By: Alea
"Okaasan! Okaasan!! I'm home!"
She rushed through the room and into the kitchen. There she could smell a lovely fragance lighting the room. She watched her mother a lovely young woman stirring a wooden spoon in a light silver pot. Her mother was a tall but quiet lady. Her eyes a light blue with her short shoulder length hair decorating her face. She turned to meet her lovely daughter.
"Nanami-chan." Her mother's voice was like a lovely melody filling the ears of the innocent. "How was your day?"
After all the fuss in coming here, Nanami would've said horrible. She had to fly from Canada all the way to Kanagawa, Japan this morning and drag herself to school. Her mother had known she was coming here but she hated the purpose of why she had to. Nanami's real mother, Trish, had been smoking since the day Nanami was born. It was amazing how Nanami actually lived through all that without one sign of disability. Trish was sent to the hospital two weeks ago as she had lung and kidney failure and had died there. A week to mourn her death, Nanami was to be sent to an adopting agnecy. Unless a blood relative wanted to keep her. Her father came and took her into his family.
Miyuki had told Nanami that morning in the car as she picked her up, to try to forget the past and move forward. Nanami from then on had to call Nanami, her mother.
"Fine, I guess." Grasping onto her new and heavy bag, she walked up the stairs and calling back to her foster mom, "Thank you, thank you for everything!"
As she entered the spacious room, a tear had escaped the side of her eye as she closed it tightly letting more tears flow down her cheeks.
"I have a family. A mother, father, and now, a brother."
Walking out of the gym from a tireless practice, he looked up at the night sky. Stars filled his mind and the breathless sight of it. As he looked back down towards him, he shut his eyes and began to dream. Dream about the colors and the vibrant sun with his family. Where he felt most at home. And how he had seen the smile on his face that never seemed to show nowadays. He had longed for the days that he could hold fast to his family. However, life doesn't steer one direction nor does it give any right path or have a perfect life. His father had divorced his mother and was forced to live with her. Ever since that day, he despised his father. Not that his father only did that to upset him. But to hurt his mother and to not care of his own son, hurt him. A shot through the heart, through the soul. He would never forgive his father. Never..
"Rukawa-kun?" A hand had been placed upon his shoulder. A warm feeling tingled throught him as he heard the sound of a young girl. "Nii-chan?"
"Nii-chan?" He questioned as he shot open his eyes. "Who the hell areyou?"
Disclaimer: Don't own anythin from SD (Sure wish I did!)
Crossing his arms in disappointment, he sighed and looked at the door.
"So this is where she lives?" He noted as he saw the door slam shut. He shook his head in dismay and disgrace. This wasn't how a guy should act. Especially if she didn't oblige the fact that he had followed her home. Harassment. Sexual Harassment.
'What has the world come to?' He thought a moment brushing passed her door. 'All I want is to get to know her.'
Stuffing his hands in his coat pockets, he continued his way down the street. His head hung face down not caring about the passerby's words that came flying at him. Step by step, he walked the path in silence. Disgrace, disgrace. He had scared and hurt her. Not once, not twice, but three times during this passed week. The moment he walked through the door of his new school and the moment he set eyes on her, he couldn't get her out of his mind. It didn't annoy him and he didn't care. However, he only cared on how she picturized him. Was he cute? Nice? Rude? Annoying? Scary?
He hadn't the nerve to come up to her throughout his new week at school. He just couldn't walk by her desk, walk by and take one glance into her eyes. There was no way he could ever get to know her. No way.
Wouldn't It Be Wonderful...?
CHAPTER 1: WhO aRe yOu?
By: Alea
"Okaasan! Okaasan!! I'm home!"
She rushed through the room and into the kitchen. There she could smell a lovely fragance lighting the room. She watched her mother a lovely young woman stirring a wooden spoon in a light silver pot. Her mother was a tall but quiet lady. Her eyes a light blue with her short shoulder length hair decorating her face. She turned to meet her lovely daughter.
"Nanami-chan." Her mother's voice was like a lovely melody filling the ears of the innocent. "How was your day?"
After all the fuss in coming here, Nanami would've said horrible. She had to fly from Canada all the way to Kanagawa, Japan this morning and drag herself to school. Her mother had known she was coming here but she hated the purpose of why she had to. Nanami's real mother, Trish, had been smoking since the day Nanami was born. It was amazing how Nanami actually lived through all that without one sign of disability. Trish was sent to the hospital two weeks ago as she had lung and kidney failure and had died there. A week to mourn her death, Nanami was to be sent to an adopting agnecy. Unless a blood relative wanted to keep her. Her father came and took her into his family.
Miyuki had told Nanami that morning in the car as she picked her up, to try to forget the past and move forward. Nanami from then on had to call Nanami, her mother.
"Fine, I guess." Grasping onto her new and heavy bag, she walked up the stairs and calling back to her foster mom, "Thank you, thank you for everything!"
As she entered the spacious room, a tear had escaped the side of her eye as she closed it tightly letting more tears flow down her cheeks.
"I have a family. A mother, father, and now, a brother."
Walking out of the gym from a tireless practice, he looked up at the night sky. Stars filled his mind and the breathless sight of it. As he looked back down towards him, he shut his eyes and began to dream. Dream about the colors and the vibrant sun with his family. Where he felt most at home. And how he had seen the smile on his face that never seemed to show nowadays. He had longed for the days that he could hold fast to his family. However, life doesn't steer one direction nor does it give any right path or have a perfect life. His father had divorced his mother and was forced to live with her. Ever since that day, he despised his father. Not that his father only did that to upset him. But to hurt his mother and to not care of his own son, hurt him. A shot through the heart, through the soul. He would never forgive his father. Never..
"Rukawa-kun?" A hand had been placed upon his shoulder. A warm feeling tingled throught him as he heard the sound of a young girl. "Nii-chan?"
"Nii-chan?" He questioned as he shot open his eyes. "Who the hell areyou?"
